I go to see Gerard the next day after he gets home from school. He invites me in, and we go into his bed room, and I’m pretty sure it’s to do some similar stuff to what we did yesterday. When… when I came… it felt amazing. I can’t believe that in my sixty six years, I’ve never experienced it before.
Gerard lays down on his bed, pulling me on top of him. He whispers into my ear, his breath heavy, “Frankie… I want to have sex.”
“How… how do guys have sex?” I question.
Gerard looks uncomfortable, and he then replies, “Erm… one of us, a penis would have to go into an anus. How do you not know this?”
I cringe. “Doesn’t that hurt!?”
Gerard chuckles and suggests, “Why don’t I be bottom, then? You can give it to me if you’re so concerned.”
He slides me off of him and rolls over to the edge of his bed, reaching and pulling out of of his bedside nightstand drawers. He pulls out, a little plastic square, and tosses it to me, offering, “Here.”
On the front, I can see that it has a ring inside of the square. The wrapper reads “Ribbed for her pleasure. Size small.”
“I hope it fits,” Gerard mumbles, blushing slightly. “I’m not exactly the biggest kid in town.”
“Is…. Is this….” I toss it to the side, excaliming, “It’s a condom!”
Gerard slaps a hand over my mouth, and listens to hear if anyone reacts. He removes his hand and says, “Yeah, so? Do you want to risk getting STDs?”
“Wh-what are STDs?” I question.
Gerard sighs and buries his head in his hands. He then looks up at me and chortles, telling, “You’re really behind the times, aren’t you Frankie?”
“Huh?”
“If you want, I’ll walk you through it as you go,” Gerard suggests. “It’d work fine.”
“Oh-okay,” I agree.
Gerard grins and raises one eyebrow, purring, “First we get naked.”
Our clothes end up in a pile on the floor. Gerard props up pillows under himself, raising his hips into the air. “Now get behind me, and put on the condom.”
I open it with difficulty, and roll it on. God, it feels weird.
“Now, I’ve had my fair share of dick,” Gerard informs. “And by the size of you, I’d say it won’t hurt, so you don’t need to prepare me.”
“Um, okay?” I respond.
“Okay, now line up behind me,” Gerard instructs. He extends his arms back, fidning my hips and pushing me closer to his ass, lining my hips up with his.
“Now just… push in,” Gerard orders.
It takes me a few moments to actually realize where Gerard’s asshole is, but I find it. I slowly enter, feeling the ring of muscle stretch and Gerard’s warmth wrapped around myself snugly.
“Holy shit,” I breathe. I rotate my hips, pulling in and out a bit. I fall into a pretty good rhtyhm, and it feels incredible for me. I can tell Gerard likes it too, because he’s moaning and biting into the pillow and crying my name.
I feel close to coming again, and I do, gasping. My hips stutter, fucking up my pattern, but as soon as my orgasm’s over, I swing back into it wholeheartedly. I feel a something at the head of my penis, and I realize that it must be Gerard’s prostate. I bump the same spot over and over, and Gerard begins to quiver beneath me as he warns,
“Frank, I’m going to come.”
With that, he lets out a low growl, almost like a purr, as he comes all over his bed sheets.
Once a neccesary change of sheets occurs, we’re snuggling in his bed, nude. Gerard glances down at our clothes on the floor, and asks,
“Hey, Frank?”
I turn over. “Yeah?”
Gerard peers over at me and questions, “Why do you always wear the same thing?”
Shit! I’ve been wearing the same thing the entire time I’ve known him?! How could I have been such an idiot! I suppose… I… I would wear my own clothes, but they were all cleaned out of this house long ago. I have no other choice but to steal money from someone, go to some shitty thrift store and buy clothes… but no, this is a small town. What if someone recognizes me as the Iero’s boy? They’d be confused, seeing as I should be over sixty years old by now. I could just walk through the door of a thrift store after dark. That’s right, I can walk through shit when I want to. It takes up a lot of energy, but it’s something I’ll only have to do twice.
“Frank? I’m sorry,” Gerard apologizes. “I know that you may not have any other choice.”
“It’s okay,” I reply. “Acutally, I wear that so much because it’s my favorite outfit.”
“Oh,” Gerard replies. “Well, you wore it two days in a row.”
I turn over to look Gerard in the eye, and tell flatly, “I really fucking like it.”
Gerard guffaws and hugs me, planting a kiss on my cheek. “You’re so fucking cute.” He looks over at the clock, and chirps, “Ooh, my parents will be home soon. Want to meet them?”
“I… I can’t…” I mumble.
Gerard sits up. “What? Why?”
“I just… I have my reasons,” I answer.
“Like what?” Gerard presses.
I turn away from him, swinging my arms over the edge of the bed. “I don’t know! I just… I really should get going, actually.”
I walk around the bed and bend down to grab my underwear, when Gerard grips my forearm, saying, “I’m sorry if I upset you. I don’t care if you’re poor; I’m sure your family’s nice. You don’t have to feel bad.”
“That’s not it at all,” I mutter, pulling on my black briefs.
I can tell Gerard’s getting a little frustrated with me, and I can’t blame him; whenever he tries to take our relationship to the next level, I back out with some really lame excuse. “Why do you always wear briefs? What are you, eight?”
I know he’s trying to make fun of me. I want to respond, “Because I’m from the fucking sixties, and everyone wore them! Why do you always wear those baggy, loose underwear?”
“They’re comfy,” I reply. “Why do you always wear baggy ones?”
Gerard snorts, “They’re called boxers, Frank.”
“Whatever,” I scowl. I pull on my shirt, throwing my blazer over my arm, slamming the door as I leave. I immediatley put the blazer on and become invisible, just slipping back into Gerard’s room through the door.
I see him sitting on his bed, now out from under the covers. “Fuck,” he mumbles. “That was mean. I’m such a dick.”
I want to appear and tell him that’s not true, but um, I can’t, because I just had a dramatic storm out. Even if I pretended to come back in through his door, it would seem like I was eavesdropping. So I just have to sit there as Gerard verbally abuses himself.
Gerard reaches over, grabbing his boxers with the skulls on them and pulling them on. He then lays back in his bed, and grumbles, “Frank probably won’t be coming back. And I don’t know where he lives. Good one, Gerard.”
I want to hug him, so I do. Gerard immediatley shivers, and goosebumps rise off of his pale skin. I just hug him tighter, and whisper,
“It’s okay. I forgive you.”
Gerard suddenly looks really spooked out, and his eyes dart nervously around the room. Maybe… did he hear me? He pulls on his shirt and stumbles into his pants, hurrying out of his room.

Notes

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