CHAPTER FIVE

LOVE WEED

Love will sprout in the most complacent

of hearts like a flowering weed in compost.

 It needs no

space, groomed and tilled.

Love can feed from lies

 like a weed draws substance from light.

It needs no

space, groomed and tilled.

Love, strong of will, can push through deceit

 like a weed thrust through concrete.

It needs no

space, groomed and tilled.

But love needs kind words like a weed need water

to blossom into a flower in a heart.

Tommy Frank Jones

Tommy Frank had tried to hide his disappointment when Walt had declined to go to Higgs Beach with him. He had purposely not gone to the beach for several days, hoping that Walt would take a morning off from his “office” work as he called it. Yet finally, Tommy Frank had come to realize that Walt was a workaholic. The man had to be doing something connected to the restaurant every waking minute of the day. Walt didn’t seem to have much spare time left for him.

So again Tommy Frank found himself alone at Higgs Beach. He had told himself that he was going to be a good boy. He wasn’t going to cruise the bathroom or seek out the big dicked Pollack. Therefore he had walked half way out on “dick pier” and spread his towel. He found the boards of the pier very uncomfortable and hated being surrounded by young gay men most of which seemed to be staring at him in an effort to catch his eye. He could appreciate the fact that they were interested, but it made him uncomfortable to be the center of attention of a group of young gay men.

Finally when a young “queen” type lay his towel so close to his that it was practically touching, Tommy Frank had enough. He got up and stuffed his towel in his gym bag and left. He actually tried to avoid meeting Officer Eaton. He didn’t really know why he didn’t want to talk to the strange man. He liked him. Yes, I know why I don’t want to see him. I just don’t trust myself around him. He is handsome in a straight looking fatherly way and I want to have sex with him,” Tommy Frank told himself as he walked along the seawall toward the fort.

Then he made his mistake. He glanced toward the row of picnic tables and immediately spotted Officer Eaton who waved for him to come over. Shit! Tommy Frank swore under his breath. However as he approached the picnic table where Officer Eaton was sitting, a smile broke out on his face. He couldn’t help it. He liked the man, it was just too bad he had to be straight.

“Hey, I just had to tell you the latest installment. You will not believe what happened to me on Monday,” Officer Eaton began talking the moment Tommy Frank came within hearing distance.

“With you anything is possible!” Tommy Frank answered and laughed.

“Yea, I am beginning to think that you are right. Well, you have seen the sign saying no pets allowed on the beach. Well I was sitting here as usual on Monday when a woman came jogging down the beach with two big dogs running along behind her. When she approached me, I stopped her and told her that she couldn’t let her dogs run loose along the beach. She didn’t say much and I thought that the incident was over.”

“Then a little while later, I was walking on the beach with a friend of mine, who has to use a cane, when this man rode up to us on a bicycle.” Officer Eaton stood up and pointed to his over hanging stomach. “He pressed the handle bars into my sides and said, are you the disenfranchised, potbellied, cigar smoking, officer that accosted my wife for walking our dogs on the beach? Well, I stood my ground and said, you’re damn right I am. It’s against the law to let dogs run loose on in the park!” Officer pointed to his rib case, “That when he jammed the handle bars of the bicycle into my sides. I didn’t do anything I was so astonished by his bizarre behavior. But when he left I called the police and they stopped him at the next intersection. And that’s when they found out that he was a big name Author. They let him go like a hot potato.”

“So what happened? Did they write him a ticket or whatever you guys do?” Tommy Frank asked.

“Oh, God forbid! Hell no, they sighted me! I now have to go to a special class on communication and am going to get a two-week suspension. Can you believe that? I try to enforce the laws and they slap me with a suspension.”

“I don’t think it is fair,” Tommy Frank agreed. “The law should be dispensed equally.”

“Well, believe me it isn’t and I just can’t go along with them,” Officer Eaton said.

“And of course that’s why you are always in trouble,” Tommy Frank said and they both laughed.

“Speaking of trouble, if I were you, I would be careful too. The old Pollack it all right to slip into the bathroom with over at the fort, but I wouldn’t go anywhere with his son if I were you.” Officer Eaton said out of the blue. “He hangs around with that crazy Cuban, Jesus. I think they might even be lovers. So you should steer clear of them.”

“I don’t even know his son, but I’ll keep that in mind,” Tommy Frank said as his face turned serious. “You saw us going into the bathroom the other day?”

“I see everything that happens on the beach,” Officer Eaton said.

“I guess that you know that I am gay,” Tommy Frank asked?

“I figured you were the first time I saw you, not that it bothers me. Half the people I see here on the beach are homosexual. I got nothing against you guys,” Officer Eatons. “I don’t bother anyone. I let them cruise the bathrooms as long as nothing really goes on in there. I was shocked that the old Pollack took you to the bathrooms at the fort.

“Well, I sort of talked him into it,” Tommy Frank spoke up thinking that he should defend the old man. “I don’t think he has had very much experience with gays. I had seen him taking a piss in the bathroom here and knew he had a big cock . . .”

“Oh, the old man has a big cock?” Officer Eaton asked.

“He got one big piece of meat hanging between his legs,” Tommy Frank said as he stared across at Officer Eaton.

“Did you give him a blow job?” Officer Eaton asked as he glanced off over the water.

“I will not lie to you. Yes, I did”. Tommy Frank confessed and then added. “Guess that you will not want to talk to me anymore, now that you know that I sucked his cock.” Tommy Frank said and suddenly found himself near tears.

“Hey, kid, I don’t care if you are gay or if you suck cock. You are a nice good-looking kid and seem to be a good kid. I like you, I like talking to you. If I had a kid, I think I would want him to be like you, natural and honest. I wouldn’t care if he was gay or not. I am not going to stop talking to you just because you are gay. But, there are some things that I am curious about. Now that I know you are gay I can ask you about some of them,” Officer Eaton said suddenly looking so fatherly and handsome that Tommy Frank got an erection.

“Sure you can ask me anything, Officer Eaton.” Tommy Frank said quickly.

“Do you have a lover?”

“Yes, a wonderful man. He is the owner of Artist Cafe,” Tommy Frank confided.

“Oh, yes, I know Mr. Wadkins.” Tommy Frank noticed that the man’s brown eyes narrowed as he said Walt’s last name. “So you love Mr. Wadkins?”

“Yes, more than I have ever loved anyone in my life!” Tommy Frank said.

“Yet, you sucked the Pollack’s cock off in the bathroom of the fort,” Officer Eaton said with a shake of his head. “If it is true love, you wouldn’t be having sex with the Pollack. But that’s your business. I just don’t want you to spoil your chances at being happy as you are a good kid.” Officer Eaton said.

“Thanks!” Tommy Frank. “But I think . . . I mean that I am happy with Walt.

“Isn’t he also a friend of the Cuban, Jesus?” The man asked innocently.

“He used to work at the restaurant,” Tommy Frank answered. He didn’t hide his irritation at the question.

Officer Eaton got up. “Well, I better go for my free cup of coffee.” He put his hand on Tommy Frank’s shoulder and held it there letting his finger massage the flesh for a brief moment before taking it away. “I like you, Kid. You come around and talk to me as often as you like. OK? And call me Jack from now on,” he added.

“Thanks, Jack. See you later.” Tommy Frank said as the security guard walked off. I like him, I like him too much, maybe. Just wish he was gay, Tommy Frank found himself thinking. Heck, what am I saying, I love Walt more than life itself!

Tommy Frank thoughts were somewhat confused as he watched Jack until he disappeared into the restaurant.

“Hi, see you came again,” said someone in a heavy accent voice that Tommy Frank recognized even before he turned around. “Haven’t seen you here for long while.”

“Hello. No I haven’t had the time. How are you today, busy raking and cleaning up,” Tommy Frank said as he turned to face the old man.

“I do little work and little rest. Am and old man. Can’t do like young man can,” the old man responded. “Glad see you come back. Enjoyed you very much other day. Never do such things many times before. Never I like it much before. Maybe I only like it with you. You a good-looking boy, good boy,” the old man said in a serious tone. “But think you tell a lie when you say you know my Dan. He no knows you.”

Tommy Frank was touched by the man’s praise. What is it, Tommy Frank confession day? He thought. “I did lie about knowing your son. I wanted to get to know you and thought I might have a better chance if I said that I knew your son,” Tommy Frank admitted.

“No. I glad that you say you know my son. If not, maybe I don’t take you to the bathroom. I like what we, you, did. My wife, she been dead long time. I have only little sex for long time. I no interested in women. I no much interested in sex. Sometimes I let men suck me but not really like it much. But you made me feel good like when I young and do it with other young men. I forget how good it feels man to man when you like the person. Something feels so good can not be wrong. Maybe I should feel bad. I used to feel bad but my son he tell me it all right. He get his friends to suck me, but it now feel as good as with you. When I do it with you it feels right to me here and here,” the old man said touching the elongated bulge in his left pant’s leg and then his chest.

“Yes, it felt good to me too,” Tommy Frank said as he thought, what have I started.

“But, I no want to do such a good thing in a bathroom no more. Here!” The Pollack handed Tommy Frank a small piece of paper with a name and address scribbled on it. Werner Walwoski, 1714 Truman Avenue.

 “You stop by me and we talk and get to be friends. I like very much be friends with you. You meet my son, Dan, then you no have to lie about knowing him,” Werner added. “Now, must get back to work. Must act like young man or might lose job.”

“Thanks for the address. I just might come visit you some night after you get off from work. Anyway, I’ll be seeing you here,” Tommy Frank said as the old man turned to leave.

“Yes, but no do like we did in the bathroom anymore,” the old man turned back to say.

“Ok, I agree with you. See you!” Tommy Frank called out as the old man walked away. Wow, life can certainly get complicated quickly. Tommy Frank shook his head and looked out over the perfectly calm blue/green clear water. That’s the way my life should be. Everything is going perfectly for me. I shouldn’t fuck it up!

Tommy Frank walked out onto the beach but didn’t feel in the mood for laying in the sun any longer. Suddenly he needed to be near Walt. With a sigh, Tommy Frank stuffed his beach towel back in his bag and headed home at a fast walk.

As he neared 811 Olivia, he saw a new Continal parked in front of the house. He really didn’t think anything about it as it could be someone visiting another one of their neighbors. Tommy Frank didn’t announce himself as he entered the house. He didn’t want to disturb Walt. He dropped his bag in the entrance way and headed straight for the living room. It was empty. Walt was not at his desk as Tommy Frank had expected to find him.

Then he heard sounds coming from the bedroom. Tommy Frank stiffened! It was as though his blood had suddenly turned to ice. He felt chill bumps all over his body as he walked stiffly toward the bedroom. He knew what he would find before he opened the door. Still, it came as a blow! His face turned sheet white as he stared at the two naked men in bed.

Walt was on his all fours in the middle of the bed and Joe was kneeling behind his ass pumping him full of cock, and what a cock it was. Key West must be the home of the big cock. Joe’s cock was was almost as long as the old Pollack’s. Tommy Frank silently watched as the tall man with the bad complexion pumped his cock into Walt’s hunching ass. Walt is enjoying the fucking, he is really enjoying it.

“Tommy Frank!” Walt called out the name in a shocked tone.

“Oh, the kid is back,” Joe said as Walt tried to pull away from him but was unable to break Joe’s grip his hips. “We thought you were at the beach whoring around.”

“Tommy Frank,” Walt called out his name again. “I’m sorry. Ah . . . Joe, do you mind?” Walt said again attempting to pull his ass away from the huge cock embedded him. “You shouldn’t have come here in the first place.” Walt added in a voice that didn’t sound cross enough for Tommy Frank.

“What do you mean. Why not tell the kid to leave, Walt.” Joe said as his normally angry red face blazed even redder than usual. “He pulled his cock part way out of Walt and slammed it back in causing Walt to flinch and moan in spite of his efforts to keep from doing so.

Tommy Frank watched as Joe rammed his huge swollen cock into Walt’s asshole several more time. He knew that he should rush and pulled Joe off Walt but he couldnt’ move. It was as though he was watching a sex viedo of a big dick man fucking an older man. As he watched his own cock reacted.

“Joe, let me go and leave my house.” Walt finally said more firmly but not until Joe rammed his cock deep inside him and shoot off. “I am not in love with you anymore. I do wish that you would not come by again!” Walt said in a determined voice which still seemed to lack conviction.

“Well, I certainly know when I am not wanted!” Joe almost screamed the words as he pulled his enormous cock out of Walt’s asshole. “Kid, take a look at it,” Joe said as he took hold of his extremely long cock. This is what Walt needs and I doubt that you cock is this big.” Then he jumped off the bed and quickly began to dress. “Walt, you will never be happy with this nothing kid. He is not man enough to handle your big, hot asshole,” Joe said as he finished dressing and stormed out of the house and slammed the front door so hard that it rattled the windows.

I don’t understand why I didn’t cold cock him. Why did I just sit back and calmly what them fucking? Tommy Frank asked himself as he stared out the bedroom door into the hallway where Joe had disappeared.

“Tommy Frank, I am sorry. Old habits are hard to break. He came by and started acting as thought we still lived together. I don’t love him anymore but I couldn’t help myself when he pulled out his big cock and started playing with it, I just couldn’t help myself. He knows my body too well.” Walt confessed. “He knows me so well that he . . . I’m sorry.” Walt said as he hung his head.

 Suddenly as the full impact hit him, Tommy Frank’s vision was burred from the flow of tears. He wiped them away as best he could. Taking a deep breath, he walked over and kicked off his shoes and climbed in bed with Walt.

Then without speaking he grabbed the older’s man’s hips and pulled him up onto his all fours and after applying a little spit to his cock rammed it into Walt asshole.

“Yes, yes, make me forget all about him,” Walt whispered.

Through tears Tommy Frank fucked Walt with such savagery that he feared that he would hurt him, but Walt moan and hunched his hard cock like a whore. Feeling the need to inflict pain, Tommy Frank grabbed hold of Walt’s huge balls and squeezed them as hard as possible.

“Oh you crushing my eggs, your crushing them!” Walt called out in a loud pain filled voiced but he didn’t tell Tommy Frank to stop.

Suddenly as Tommy Frank applied even more pressure to the soft flesh of the older man’s balls, he felt Walt jerk and then the wetness of cum on his hand. Tommy Frank shot off almost immediately himself.

“Tommy Frank, I am sorry. I didn’t want it to happen,” Walt said as Tommy Frank pulled his cock out of his asshole. He turned around and the blond kid cuddled up against him as they lay down.

“Just hold me, Walt. Hold me tight. All I need is to be held. That’s all I need,” Tommy Frank whispered. Walt closed his arms around Tommy Frank. “I love you, Walt.” Tommy Frank said.

“I love you too,” Walt said as he held his hand so that Tommy Frank could see it. He had only a tiny space between the thumb and forefinger. “That much,” Walt added.

“That’s more than enough, Walt,” Tommy Frank said as he pressed his head against Walt’s naked chest. They lay in each other’s arms so quiet that they both fell asleep.

Tommy Frank woke up first to find his hand grasping Walt’s hard cock. I wonder what he is dreaming about, Tommy Frank thought as he slipped down and began sucking Walt’s short cock while massaging his lover’s huge set of balls. Walt woke up making soft moaning sounds. Tommy Frank realized that he was awake and doubled his efforts on his friend’s cock. The results were loud grunts and a swift discharge of cum into Tommy Frank’s eager mouth.

Tommy Frank threw the sheet back after he drained Walt’s cock. “I want to cum on your cock and suck my cum off it,” Tommy Frank declared.

“You are a hot one today,” the older man said as his eye grew larger as he watched the handsome blond kid pumping his cock. Tommy Frank saw that look and it spurred him on to pound his long thick cock harder and faster. The first glob of cum squirted straight up into the air, but Tommy Frank quickly directed the head of his huge cock toward Walt pale limp cock. The second and third stream of cum struck Walt cock. Then with cum still leaking from his cock, Tommy Frank lay between his friend’s legs and suck his own cum off Walt’s limp cock. Then with his mouth full of cum on his breath, he kissed Walt passionately. The older man sucked the cum out of his mouth and swallowed it.

Tommy Frank stayed around the house until it was time to go to work. He tried to forget the scene frozen in his mind of Walt in bed with Joe, but it refused to vanish. Each time he glanced at Walt the scene flashed before his eyes. When it did, it was as though someone had plunged a knife deep into Tommy Frank’s heart. He loved Walt. He had never loved someone like he loved Walt. Yet there was a difference now. Walt was no longer perfect. He had stepped down from the lofty pedestal that Tommy Frank had placed him. Now Walt was human.

Tommy Frank was at the restaurant only a few minutes when Walt sought him out. “Can you take over Matt’s station tonight? I can’t get anyone else to come in,” Walt said in the most agitated state that Tommy Frank had ever seen him in.

“Sure, I can try, but I have never waited tables before,” Tommy Frank warned his lover. “What happened to Matt? Why isn’t he coming in?”

“He got mugged last night after he left the restaurant. Someone hit him over the head and took all his money. He is still in the hospital with a fractured scull. He’ll be all right, but I am afraid that he is going to be out of work for a long time.” Walt said with a shake of his head. “John and Albert are out of town or I would call one of them. “Peter and Jesse can’t handle it alone.” Walt explained.

“I’ll do my best, Walt.” Tommy Frank said as he patted his friend on the shoulder, “My very best!” He added as Walt left.

Time to strut your stuff! This is what you wanted! Now you got to show them that you can do it,” Tommy Frank thought. Then he looked down at his T-shirt and jeans. I can’t wait tables dressed like this! Tommy Frank sought out Walt quickly and they both agreed that he should change into some more presentable.

Waiting on the first table was freighting. Tommy Frank’s handsome looks and natural grace got him past some difficult moments when he didn’t know how to act. His beautiful smile and natural friendliness assured him some nice tips from both his male and female customers.

“How did I do tonight?” Tommy Frank asked Peter, the dark handsome Croatian who had been waiting tables at Artist Cafe longer than anyone except Bruce.

“You did great, Kid. There were a few awkward moments when you didn’t seem to know which side to sever from or which side to clear from, but you did a good job for your first time. You will make a top flight waiter with just a little more experience. You have the sensitivity and friendliness that it takes to be a good waiter,” Peter told him.

Later as they walked home, Tommy Frank told Walt what Peter had said.

“Coming from him that is a great compliment,” Walt said. “I am proud of you, Tommy Frank. But I knew that you could do it.”

As they neared a unfenced, over grown yard on Olivia Street, Tommy Frank heard a rustle of branches and caught a glimpse of an outline of what appeared to be a man hiding behind an over grown hibiscus bush. He caught Walt by the arm and pulled him out into the street. “Someone is in the bushes!” He whispered as he guided the older man across the street to the far sidewalk. “You know my Swiss knife comes in handy at time,” Tommy Frank spoke up loudly. “I keep it as sharp as a razor.” He added as they passed the spot where he had detected the hiding figure.

Tommy Frank tensed up expecting someone to spring out from the yard. However he was very relieved when nothing happened. “Maybe it was my imagination,” he said as they neared home. “But I swear I saw someone,” Tommy Frank said as the motions light flared on when the neared the house.

Walt shrugged. “I have never had any problem in the neighborhood, but after what happened to Matt, I guess anything is possible.”

“Walt, are you still in love with, Joe?” Tommy Frank asked a question that had been festering in his mind all night.

Walt didn’t answer.

“It is something that I have got to know, Walt.” Tommy Frank said as they both entered the house.

“Yes, and no,” Walt finally answered.

“What do you mean by that? Either you love him or you don’t,” Tommy Frank said in a louder tone of voice.

“Tommy Frank, I lived with Joe for ten years. I loved him and still do but not in the way that I love you. I really don’t want to have sex with Joe anymore. I love him as a friend,” Walt explained.

“Well you certainly seemed to be enjoying sex with Joe when I walked in on the two of you this afternoon,” Tommy Frank reminded him.

“I am not going to argue with you, Tommy Frank. I am sorry that it happened. I didn’t mean for it to happen. It just did,” Walt said as he headed to the bedroom.

“Will it happen again?” Tommy Frank asked.

“ Joe has a friend and I have you,” was the only answer that Walt volunteered.

“I see,” Tommy Frank responded as he followed Walt into the bedroom. He still loves Joe, Tommy Frank thought as they both got into bed. They kissed and then Walt turned over and Tommy Frank snuggled up against his back in his favorite position. “I love you, Walt,” Tommy Frank said. Walt pushed his ass against Tommy Frank’s cock in response.

But Tommy Frank found that he couldn’t sleep. Too many things were running through his mind. Does Walt really love me? Does he love me more than Joe? Is he just in love with my cock? What happens to me if someday Walt gets tired of me? I don’t want to be sitting in front of the convenience store on Duval again hungry and no home. I must prepare myself and get my independence. I can’t rely on anyone, not even Walt. I must help myself, I must help myself . . .

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“Are you going to register for courses today?” Walt called out from his desk in the living room.

“Today is the day!” Tommy Frank answered excitedly.

“Then you will need this,” Walt said walking into the bedroom where Tommy Frank was busy dressing. “Here!”

“What’s that?”

“A blank check to pay your tuition,” Walt said with a big smile, “Just make sure that you get a receipt so that I know how much to write in for the check.” Walt cautioned him.

“Thanks Walt,” Tommy Frank said with moisture in his eyes. “Nobody ever did something like this for me,” he added as he took the check and kissed Walt lightly on the lips.

“Well, I just want to see that you get a chance to become a writer, if that is what you want,” Walt said padding Tommy Frank on the shoulder. “I think you would make a good writer if you set you mind to it,” he added.

“Really? You think I could write something that people might be interested in reading?” Tommy Frank asked.

“Yes, you have imagination and that is the corner stone to become a successful writer,” Walt said. “Now, hurry along and register for classes before the ones you want are filled up.”

I can’t believe that I am actually going back to school. I thought when I left George C. Wallace Junior College that I would never get another chance, Tommy Frank thought as he waited for the bus.

He couldn’t believe how good things had settled down since the day that he had walked in on Walt and Joe. It still hurt Tommy Frank to think back to that moment, but after being around Walt for a length of time, he could understand how easy it had been for Joe to get Walt in bed. Walt was the type of person that couldn’t stand to hurt another person. Sure, he still loved Joe. And Joe had simply used that feeling to maneuver Walt into having sex with him. He loves me. I know he does, Tommy Frank told himself he got onto the bus.

The ride to the college was relatively short. The campus was steaming with students scampering back and forth from the various buildings. To Tommy Frank the campus always looked like a hill of piss ants that had been recently disturbed. He had forgotten how hectic registration day could be. He went through the registration line relatively fast and was lucky enough to get all the classes that he wanted. He was especially pleased to get into Mr. Fish’s creative writing class. He was wondering around campus after finishing registration when he saw Mr. Fish talking to a group of students.

I am not going over, Tommy Frank told himself and turned around but before he could take a step in retreat, Mr. Fish spotted him. “Mr. Jones, hold on a moment I would like a word with you. Excuse me!” Mr. Fish added as he glanced around the circle of his admirers.

Seeing no way out of the situation, Tommy Frank waited for Mr. Fish. “Hello,” He said as Mr. Fish approached.

“You did sign up for the creative writing course didn’t you, Mr. Jones?” Mr. Fish.

“Yes, Mr. Fish, I was able to get in and I do look forward to it,” Tommy Frank said. I just hope that I can write! He couldn’t help thinking.

“Well, we make a big to do about the creative writing course. I even put out a magazine with a sample of each student’s writing,” Mr. Fish informed him. “Why don’t you walk with me to my office?” The instructor asked.

“Well, I am in kind of a hurry,” Tommy Frank said.

Mr. Fished brushed his hand against Tommy Frank’s leg, “My office is very private,” Mr. Fish said in a very low tone. “I like what you did to me in the video store the other day,” he added.

Tommy Frank smiled and felt his cock suddenly stiffening. He shrugged his shoulders, “I got a few minutes,” he added.

“Come along, then,” the hairy man said.

The longer they walked the harder Tommy Frank’s cock got. Soon he began to feel embarrassed at the size of the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. As they encountered others, Tommy Frank was forced to hide his hard cock with his hands or at least attempt too.

“Here we are,” Mr. Fish finally said as they entered a hall way with several doors. “Luckily there are no windows in the door to the offices as there are in the doors to the classrooms. “The outside window I can close,” Mr. Fish added as he opened the door to his office. After Tommy Frank entered, Mr. Fish locked the door and quickly closed the blinds to the window over looking the Florida Gulf. “Now we can get down to business,” Mr. Fish said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his long thin cock. “Come here and suck on it a little,” he added.

Tommy Frank struggled to pull out his own cock. He walked over to the instructor with his own big cock sticking out from his pants like some pale colored section of garden hose. He rubbed his cock against Mr. Fish’s much shorter, thinner cock. “Go ahead and grab hold of it. See what it feels like to hold a big cock in your hand,” Tommy Frank teased.

Mr. Fish reached out with his hand and closed his finger around Tommy Frank’s thick cock. The sight of the hair on the back of Mr. Fish’s hand excited Tommy Frank. “Jack it some. Jack my cock!” Tommy Frank ordered.

Mr. Fish man began to pump Tommy Frank’s cock fast and hard. “I never held such a thick cock in my hands.”

“Suck on it, Mr. Fish!” Tommy Frank ordered.

To his surprise the instructor dropped to his knees and took his cockhead into his mouth.

“Yes, that feels good. Suck it. Take more of it,” Tommy Frank exclaimed. He loved to have his cock sucked. Mr. Fish surprised him by doing a fairly good job. “Let’s get on the floor and do some sixty-nine,” Tommy Frank added suddenly wanting to suck Mr. Fish’s cock.

Both of them began to moan as they sucked each other’s cock. Mr. Fish couldn’t take much of Tommy Frank’s cock down his throat, but Tommy Frank didn’t have any problem swallowing the instructor’s thin cock. Yet, even as he sucked on Mr. Fish’s cock, Tommy Frank found himself thinking about the old Pollack. I should go by his house some night, Tommy Frank thought.

Then Tommy Frank got so hot from Mr. Fish’s tongue action on his cock that he couldn’t think of anything except being sucked and sucking. He liked Mr. Fish’s cock and all the thick hair at the cord of his cock. As he sucked Mr. Fish, he reached his hand inside the instructor’s pants to feel his gray pubic hair.

Suddenly he tasted cum. The sweet/salty taste of cum triggered Tommy Frank’s own orgasm. He felt his own cum streaming into the older man’s mouth. He was surprised that Mr. Fish didn’t pull away. They both kept their mouth locked around the cock of the other and sucked their partner’s cock dry.

“Well, that what I call a good encounter with a student. I do hope that you don’t think I do this with all my students. You are something special young man. I have never encountered someone as sexy as you. I have seen plenty of students as handsome but never one that oozes sexuality the way you do. I could have sex with you every day and never get bored,” Mr. Fish said. “Heck, if I wasn’t happily married, I would want you as a permanent lover,” He added.

“Thanks, I appreciate it, Mr. Fish. I find you a very handsome and sexy man yourself,” Tommy Frank added as he quickly zipped up his pants.

“I really look forward to you being in my classes,” Mr. Fish said as he stuffed his cock back into his pants.

“Mr. Fish, I really don’t know if I can even write. It is just something that I have always wanted to do since I read a Tarzan novel. I mean, if you are expecting a young Hemingway you are going to be disappointed,” Tommy Frank said.

“We have enough people in Key West playing Hemingway,” I’ll settle for someone just doing what he has always wanted to do,” Mr. Fish answered.

“I might just be a deviation on that theme,” Tommy Frank confessed. “But I must say that I never thought about coming to Key West to be a writer. I came down here to meet gay men and the urge to write just returned and someone urged me to do something about it,” Tommy Frank added.

“Well, then do something about it. Write what is in your heart. Bare your soul. To be a good writer you must have something to write about, something to say even if you don’t know what it is,” Mr. Fish explained.

“I’ll remember that advice, Mr. Fish. See you next week in class,” Tommy Frank said as he left the office.

“I look forward to it,” Mr. Fish said. “And maybe you’ll stop by my office before then,” he added and winked. Then as Tommy Frank left, he thought he hear Mr. Fish say to himself, “I got this feeling that you are the one I can help become a writer, the one, I have been waiting to come my way.”

How do I handle this situation, Tommy Frank was thinking? He liked Mr. Fish very much and yes, he found him very sexy but knew in his heart that the two of them would never be lovers. Anyway he wanted the man as his friend not as his occasional trick. Yet he found him very sexy. It seemed like an impossible dilemma at the moment.

Tommy Frank didn’t take the bus down town, instead he got off at Reynolds Street and walked over to Higgs Beach. He was feeling guilty about having sex with Mr. Fish and thought that the sight of the blue/green water would soothe him. Instead the first thing he did was run into the old Pollack, Werner.

“You not wearing your bathing suit. Why not?” The old man greeted him.

“I just came back from registering for courses at the junior college,” Tommy Frank explained.

“That’s good. You should get all the education you can. I tell my boy! But he like being a bartender. I no understand him, but it his life. I am glad that good boy like you go on to school. What do you want to become?” The old man asked as he motioned for Tommy Frank to sit at one of the picnic tables.

“Well, I don’t know that I will ever become anything, but I would like to try writing,” Tommy Frank said and felt foolish even saying it. He knew from talking to Mr. Fish that everyone and his brother came to Key West to try to become another Hemingway.

“That is very good. Yes, I think you will make a good writer. You are very sensitive and a very good story teller,” the old Pollack said and laugh, “You surely told me a good story to get me into the bathroom.”

Tommy Frank laughed too.

“But now that you have me once, you no want me again. That makes me very sad,” the old man said and lowered his head.

“Werner, it is not that I don’t like you, I like you very much. I like you too much to just have sex with you. I have a lover already.” Tommy Frank confessed.

“Oh,” the old man said.

“I like you very much,” Tommy Frank added.

“Then we will just be friends. I would not do anything with a woman who has a husband so I must not do something with a man who already has a friend. But, I like you very much. I never do much with many men before you, not since I was very young. I don’t know if I do anything with a man again, I think, unless it is with you,” the old man said.

The old man’s words touched Tommy Frank deeply. Lots of men had told him that he was handsome and as many had praised his body and especially his cock, but no one had told him that he was the only one for him and meant it, not even Walt.

“There is an old saying,” Tommy Frank said as he stood up. “Every dog has his day. Werner, I think that we too will have our day. I like you but our time is not now and if it comes, I don’t know if you will even want me. I am not a good boy as you think I am, I am not a good boy,” Tommy Frank said as he thought of just having sex with Mr. Fish.

“In your heart you are good, I see this. I know that your cock guides you. This I knew. But I can’t say that it is bad for it guided you to an old man like me. You are good, Tommy Frank. You touch the heart of an old man and light a fire he thinks is long dead. I am old but my eyes still see things. You need lots of sex, maybe I no need as much as you. I am old. But I see lots of love in you, maybe even some for old foolish man like me. I wait for this old dog’s day to come,” he added with a big smile.

“Well, I must head home and get ready for work, Werner,” Tommy Frank said as he stepped near to the seated old man and touched him lightly on the shoulder. “Our day will come,” he said as he squeezed the old man’s shoulder.

Why do I get involved with people so quickly? I sometimes think I am a plague, Tommy Frank thought as he headed home. “No, I just react to people’s needs and am only attracted to people that need me,” Tommy Frank told himself out loud.

He was still on Reynolds Street when it happened.

“Hold up, Tommy Frank, I would like to have a word with you,” called out a voice that sent shivers down Tommy Frank’s spine.

Tommy Frank turned around to face the man getting out of the white Continental. “Joe, what honor do I own this meeting to,” Tommy Frank said in as sarcastic voice as possible. “Did Walt say no to the offer of your cock this time?”

“Don’t be such a wise ass! Walt has never said no to me and never will. I can and will get into bed with him whenever I feel like it. I left him, he didn’t leave me,” Joe said with his bad complexion suddenly turning worse as his face reddened in anger.

“Is that so,” Tommy Frank said.

 “I just wanted to warn you that I want Walt back and I am going to take him from you like taking candy from a baby.” Joe went on to say. “I know that you are nothing but a whore and don’t deserve somebody like Walt. The talk around town is that you’ll suck any cock as long as it is hanging between the leg of an old man. I have even heard it straight from the mouth of one of the drunks that hang out at the Garden Bar. I got your number!”

“Fuck off!” Tommy Frank hissed and turned and walked away.

“Enjoy you time with Walt, because I am going to get him back,” Joe called after Tommy Frank.

There is no end to the shit that happens, Tommy Frank thought.

Tommy Frank felt better when he got home and Walt was getting ready to go to work. “Well how did it go at registration? Did you get into the creative writing class?”

“Yes, and I even met the instructor, Mr. Fish.” Tommy Frank said and felt a pain of guilt.

“Oh, yes, did I tell you that I know him and Marian, his wife. They come to the restaurant. They are very nice people. He once invited me to his book review club, but I don’t really have time to read much like I used to in New York,” Walt said. “I have heard that he is a very good teacher.” He added.

“Yes you meantioned that you knew him. I think I am going to really enjoy taking the creative writing course from him. I feel like I am going to learn a lot,” Tommy Frank agreed.

“Well, if you are going to walk to the restaurant with me you should get a move on,” Walt said and winked at Tommy Frank.

God, why can’t I settle for Walt and not have to have sex with other men, Tommy Frank thought as he quickly began to change into more elegance clothes for the restaurant. He had learned that looks played a very important role in getting good tips, looks and friendliness. Sometimes he felt like a prostitute when he forced himself to be nice to customers that he didn’t like. It made him feel cheap, but he had learned that he couldn’t be perfectly honest with his customers just like he couldn’t be perfectly honest with Walt.