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Aaron County Watch Club

by Donnie Bellew


Me and Kyle had this place on the creek down behind his granddad’s barn. It wasn’t really our property but we’d been playing down there since we was kids, felt like we owned it. The creek passed through a thickly wooded hollow down there before running out into the sunshine near the interstate. We’d pulled logs and rocks and stuff down there to make it back up and we had a pretty neat swimming hole. We even had a rope swing and everything. That summer afternoon we’d been watching an old Tarzan movie and we was pretty hot from being laid up in the house. He headed down to the hole for a swim and we was looking forward to it. We’d even remembered to bring a towel this time, we usually forgot. “Tarzan was real, right?” Kyle asked for the millionth time. “You dumb ass! I told you he was only made up. He’s a comic book guy!” One thing about Kyle, he always made me feel smart. He might be bigger than me but, boy, was he dumb! “So? He could be in a comic and still be a real guy. I seen a comic about Jesus and He’s real!” “Watch out for the barbs ...”, I warned him, held the fence while he climbed through. “But Tarzan was a book guy. Some man wrote about him long time ago. I don’t think he was ever real, Kyle.” “But you don’t know for sure, huh?” He got a little hopeful look in his eyes. Shit. When he turned the little kid blue eyes on me I couldn’t break his heart, right? “Not really sure, man. Maybe he was real a long time ago.” He was satisfied with that. He stumbled down the path in front of me, already peeling off his shirt and trying to push his pants down while he was still walking. I guessed he was gonna do some wild swinging on the rope, today! He was gonna be Tarzan all afternoon. Then he came up short and stopped. I banged into him and we both stumbled. “What the ...”, I hollered, but he was schussing me, finger to his lips, and pointing down at the swimming hole below us. It was maybe forty feet away and still some brush and trees between us but I could see movement down there and hear some faint laughter. I moved up beside Kyle on the path and we proceeded with slow caution. We got down to the place we called the “cliff” but it was only a rock shelf about ten feet above the creek. We lay belly down in the tall grass and peeped over the edge. It was cool, like we was a patrol doing recon, you know? “Who are they?”, Kyle whispered. He squirmed close to me. He was nervous of strangers because they sometimes made fun of him, the way he talked. “Shh. I don’t know, man ... is that Tommy’s brother? The redheaded one?” “Maybe ...”, Kyle’s mouth hung open and he stared. Me too, I guess. We’d never seen grown up guys swimming naked in our place before. Sometimes we found beer cans and trash. We knew sometimes people came here at night but we’d never seen ‘em. The redheaded fellow and one other guy was stripped naked. There was also a chubby girl and a dark haired guy still wearing underpants. Her panties were wet and you could sort of see through ‘em. She had big heavy breasts that swung back and forth when she moved and the dark guy was staying close to her, getting his eyes full I bet. They were staying low in the water, mostly, and I guess his hands was all under the water, too. He laughed a lot and she kept saying, “stop it!”, but she didn’t really try and get away from him. The first two guys was swinging and chasing each other. They laughed too, and made a lot of noise. It was pretty exciting to watch all that stuff. I donno if they would like us watching ‘em. “We better go home”, I whispered to Kyle. “Yeah, in a minute, Donnie. In a minute.” I was just like him, frozen and fascinated by adult behavior. Okay, they wasn’t really adult, maybe high school, you now? Big kids, though, grown up to us. The red headed guy was climbing up high on the rope and I watched him. He was higher than me and Kyle ever went! He swung real fast, too, in a high arc, and jumped down into the water near the oy and girl. Splashed them both. The funny thing was how his dick stuck out when he jumped. His red bush looked like it was on fire in the shady grove and his dick stuck out like a pink poker! His skin was real white. The girl fell back in the water and her legs kicked up and the dark boy came up with her panties, swinging them overhead and yelling! They all laughed, even she laughed and she stood up and chased him, trying to get her panties back. He threw them to the red headed boy but she tackled the dark guy, anyway and pulled his shorts down. He had a boner, too. I looked for the other guy, he was watching from the near side and he had a boner out to there. They was all thinking about the same thing. Pretty soon the girl and her dark boy friend was moving up onto the flat rocks out of the water and she was going down on her knees, kissing his dick. Kyle, beside me, caught his breath and grunted. “Shh!”, I told him. The other two boys went over there beside them and watched up close. They both put their dicks up to her face and she kissed and licked all of them. She liked the dark boy, best and always sucked his the longest. Then they got her down on her back and all of them was laying down with her, kissing her breasts and feeling of her skin and the dark boy got right over her and stuck it in her. The redheaded boy moved up so she could suck his dick while the other boy touched the dark boy’s butt and his hand slid down in there where they was joined up. Red moved around to kneel by the blond boy and let him suck his dick. They was behind the dark boy and I wondered if the girl could see them. I don’t think she was looking. I didn’t know boys did that to each other. I’d heard about girls doing it, but not boys. Well, queer jokes, yeah, but this was for real. Kyle was digging his hand up under his belly and I knew damn well what he was doing. I’d told him a million times not to do that except when he was alone in private but he was bad to do it anytime he felt like it. I kept quiet, mostly ‘cause I wanted to pull mine, too. He looked over at me with a big grin; his lip was dripping with saliva. Shit. I could understand that! Okay. I squirmed around, kicked off my jeans and lay sideways so I could grab my pecker and jerk it. I knew later I’d have a hell of a time explaining to Kyle about how sometimes it’s all right, just when you can’t help it... and not in front of anybody but me. He was slow to get the rules right. I hated to change ‘em. He looked down at me and laughed. “Shhh!”, I ordered him to be quiet. He nodded, but he kept watching me. He turned on his side so his dick was right by mine and we jerked off with our fists bumping together and sometimes our peckers bumped. I watched the people by the creek. Kyle watched our dicks. He was amazed, I think. As many times as I’d scolded him about touching himself, here I was, doing it right in front of him. He thought it was pretty cool, I guess. I doubt he’d ever seen me with a boner before. I was nearly twice as long as his little fat sausage and I had lots more hair. He was taking it all in with a grin. I jumped a little when he touched me, reached over and grabbed my dick and beat it, but I let him. Hell, it felt good and it kept him quiet. Then he wriggled down so he could get his face right in front of it, wanted to see it up close, maybe. I watched the guys below, the redhead pulled back from the blond boy and shot a load on his chest and then the blond boy pulled him back to suck it dry. The dark boy did a lot of pounding on the girl and they both was yelling shit. I guess they got off pretty good. I felt sorry for the blond, he didn’t ever get a nut. He went back to touching the dark boy’s ass but the guy pushed him away, now, and got up. Guess he wasn’t in the mood anymore, huh? They all went back into the water then began moving off down stream, towards the road. Probably parked down there somewhere. I wished they’d stay and do some more shit, so I could watch. I looked down at Kyle... He was licking my dick head while he jerked it. Felt pretty good, damn! “Go ahead, man, suck on it.” I urged him. He did. He gobbled me like I was a chocolate bar! I rolled him over on his back and straddled his face, fucked his mouth like the boy rode that girl. Shit, it was fine! Ol’ Kyle locked his fist around my root so’s I couldn’t go in too deep and choke him. He learned fast on this shit! He was grinning the whole time, too. I din’t know if he’d like the flavor so I pulled out to shoot. Shot all over his chest and his chin. He just grinned up at me. He was all right, that Kyle. I was still panting, getting my breath when he pushed me off him and got up on his knees in front of me. “Now me, Donnie, do me too!” His eyes was all glittery, excited and getting wide. He was hard to control when he got like that. “No, man! I don’t want to ... I don’t want no...”, I tried to explain. “I’ll tell, Donnie. I will! If’in you don’t do me right now I’ll tell momma what we saw and I’ll tell her you watched ‘em and ... and...”, sooner or later he’d work it out I shouldn’t have let him suck me. He wasn’t that dumb! “Listen, Kyle. You can’t tell her. It’d make her crazy mad at you, man. She’d get a belt after you for sure! She might even tell your granddad and he’d kill us both. It’s got to be our secret, Kyle, you know that, don’t you?” He got that sly look he gets when he’s figured something out, like he’s so smart, right? “I wont tell, Donnie, not if you do me like I did you ... Please, man! Do it! Just do it for me, one time, okay?” He might cry if I didn’t. That’d be the end of everything! He could cry for hours! “Well .... I guess I could, just this once. But we don’t never do it again, understand? Never!” And I thought I really meant it, too. Shit. We been doing each other now on to ten years, I guess. Probably done ruined us for sex with anybody else, huh? But he’s okay, my Kyle. He’s all right. I look out for him and he looks out for me. He’s the biggest hoss in the county, now, and nobody makes fun of him. I tell folks he gets real mean and totes a big knife. Nobody needs to know how sweet he is or how great his ass is. That’s nobody’s business but ours! The ol’ swimming hole has got to be a regular place for high school kids, they come and skinny dip and drink beer and toke up... and fuck like a bunch of rabbits. We still go down and watch ’em every now and again. Hell, we got a place set up, built a deer blind and everything. It’s cool. Better’n any TV show you ever seen! Comments welcome. Jackertoo@aol.com

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21 Gay Erotic Stories from Donnie Bellew

Aaron County Watch Club

Me and Kyle had this place on the creek down behind his granddad’s barn. It wasn’t really our property but we’d been playing down there since we was kids, felt like we owned it. The creek passed through a thickly wooded hollow down there before running out into the sunshine near the interstate. We’d pulled logs and rocks and stuff down there to make it back up and we had a pretty

AC Repairman

Vic was my newest obsession, my quarry. I met him when I went to a local garage to have my car’s air conditioner repaired. The summer got too hot to put it off any longer. July in Alabama is a season of super saturated humidity and boiling hot temperatures. The sky stays white hot and sweat soaks through everything. Vic wasn’t a gorgeous looking stud to make you snap your head

Beach Boys Bingo

It was in Fort Lauderdale, spring break of my junior year and maybe three nights into the weeklong siege of the beach. I was damn near broke already and had just enough money left for a bus ticket back to school. By nine o’clock I was so drunk I couldn’t stand up so I curled into a blanket I’d salvaged from somewhere and crawled under a raised section of boardwalk and passed out.

Blow Out the Candle

It was a Sunday morning, and way too early for anybody to be knocking at my door. I don’t know, maybe seven thirty, you know ... dangerously early! I couldn’t even get focused, head pounding from all the Margaritas I’d put away down at Bowie’s. I was still trying to find the second sleeve of my robe when I cracked open the door and, what tha’ hell? There’s Boomer Nelson standing

Bunk Buddies

“Aw, Pearson, you fuckin’ dumbass, don’t talk like that. They can’t help it. Tell you the truth, I always liked fags on account of gettin’ raised by my Uncle Bennie. He was the only family ever made me a home, only one didn’t run out on me or slam the door in my face. Hell, you know the only letters I ever get is from him. When you start cussing fags, you talking ‘bout him. It

Cleaning Out The Basement

Tyrone was this older guy, like me, lived a few blocks away. He was semi-retired, drawing a small pension from a steel company that shut down before he reached the age for social security. I’m guessing he was early fifties. Hard to tell because he was slim and healthy. His short cropped hair was still dark except for a dusting of gray at the sides. But he was a grandfather, just

Hidden Treasure

Sven always scared me a little. He was a tall blond beast of a man, a dour Swede with no sense of humor at all. He had a history of drunken brawls and drunken driving that spanned the county and went back a couple of decades to his teenage years. He was pretty much the “turned out bad” boy in our part of the country. Mothers used him as a bad example to warn their sons off alcohol

Into Blonde Silence

It was after the frat party, almost dawn. I know this sounds weird, but I really didn’t mean to fuck him. Just that, you know, he was so passive. He just lay there when I grabbed his ass. Come on! What was I suppose to do, then, huh? Look pretty stupid backing out at that point, wouldn’t I? Sheesh! Like, well, I thought he would laugh, or try to get away. I was just kidding, for

Look But Don't Touch, Part 1

Hey, tell me something. That cop that arrested you, did he get it up? You know, did he get a bone?” I thought Butch was asleep. He’d been lying on the upper bunk for an hour while I read. “Hell yeah”, I answered, “he was real turned on. Dripping wet and ready, the son of a bitch!” Butch laughed, a deep and slow rumble in his chest. Then I watched the bottom of his mattress shift

Look But Don't Touch, Part 2

“Go ahead, I don’t think it matters, long as you don’t touch it.” He spread his legs wide and I hefted his balls as they hung in the crotch. They were hot and damp, but heavy with a thick gnarled twist of backed up jism. “Mmm, squeeze ‘em easy”, he muttered. I cupped them and rolled them inside their thin sac, then closed my hand around their soft resistance and tugged gently.

Mailman Memories

Why does nudity, alone, grab so much of my memory and fantasy? Is it the idea of shared intimacy and trust? I can look back over the ten years I spent delivering mail in an inner city neighborhood of Birmingham, and my clearest memories are the sparkling flashes of the naked male body I caught on hot summer days, the split seam pants and the wet towel wrapped hips. Almost every day

Model 1

“Hey, you wanna make some money?” That’s how it always starts. I cruise the streets in the late afternoon, before dark, so I can see the guys. I’m looking for a particular type. Black, about thirty, slender with good definition, not too desperate looking, and friendly. The friendly part is important. If the guy smiles, well, he’s got the job. This one smiled and came toward the car

Model 2

I was cruising around the projects, looking for a new model when I first saw Johnny. Now, I gotta tell you, when I’m looking for a model it’s not just to have somebody to draw. I’m looking for a guy that interests me enough to spend some time with, to maybe mess around, you know? I pick up guys that I would like to have sex with, guys that turn me on. Usually that means I pick up a

Model 3

“Donnie? I don’t how in hell you talked me into this!” “I didn’t talk you into shit! I offered you fifty bucks and you jumped!” “Right now I’d rather jump off a cliff!” “Hey, Brad! It’s okay! Just relax, it ain’t gonna hurt or nothing.” I told him, “Sit down, stop pacing!” “I’m nervous as a cat. I don’t know if I can do this, man. Shit! You sure nobody is gonna see the

Quarterback Sack

“Cut it out, Donnie! You know I don’t go for that shit”, Darrell laughed but he still shoved my hand away from his dick. Nice dick. It was a handful, if he would let me fill my hand. “Anybody else and I’d bust ‘em for that. You gotta quit before I forget I owe you. I really appreciate the loan, but I’m gonna pay you back in cash, okay?” We’d known each other forever, all through

Rough Trading

“The pen? Mostly just boring as hell. Not like the movies with riots and breakouts and psycho guards, that shit. Just a long fuckin’ waste of time, eating at you day after day. The punishment is seeing your life leaking out, like bleeding to death real slow.” He took another deep pull at his beer, savoring the flavor. His eyes constantly moved, flicking at every sudden movement,

Sweat Box

The long hot days of boredom spent inside thick masonry walls felt too much like a Texas state prison. Our three day delay turned into a week, then ten days. Some Mexican provincial judge was holding up our construction permit, the company wasn’t willing to meet his bribe demands, I guess. Anyway, we were four gringos stuck in this coastal town that never heard of air conditioning and

The Geometry of Night

You know how it is when you’re so fucking tired and your muscles are aching and you lay down but you been fighting sleep so long you can’t really let go. Late summer and they was working us till dark, trying to get caught up on the lagging schedule. I must have lifted a ton of cement blocks since daylight and I could feel the weight of every damn one of ‘em. Too hot to sleep and

Turning Pink, Part 1

I guess after mom died, my sister took over the role of chief family busy body. Don’t get me wrong, I love Angela. She just wants to take care of everybody and she don’t always realize it don’t help to do stuff for me, you know? I like taking care of myself. So when she kept telling me I needed somebody to stay with me while I was laid up with the leg cast, I kept saying no way. I

Turning Pink, Part 2

We talked a while. It wasn’t a radio. He had a little tape player, the kind you usually have headphones for, but his had a tiny speaker so the music sounded far away and soft. He liked music, knew all the country western singers. By ten he was yawning. We lived on different time zones. I was waking up and he was falling asleep. He finally gave it up, took a shower and came out in a

Unzipped Letters

Hey Mad Mitch! How’s it going, man? Sorry to hear about your wreck. I phoned my folks last night and they told me. Said the Camero is totaled! Shit, I know that’s hell. Just so glad to hear you’re alive and kicking! You lucky SOB. Be careful, will ya? Guess you’ll have to slow down with both legs broke!!! Brutal, man! Rest up, get well soon! Take it easy Bud, Joel (Lobo Joe)

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