Soon after school closed for summer vacation, my grandma, who lived alone, took ill and my mom and I went to Terre Haute, Indiana to take care of her and after she showed no signs of recovery my mom reluctantly had her placed in a nursing home and put her house up for sale. She died within a year and after many trips for my mom and I back to Terre Haute.

In late August we returned home so I could get back to school and my mom could start work again. It was then I experienced the greatest crisis of my boyhood. Please don't make fun of me but it was so real, so upsetting and I blamed myself for not writing to Richard.

I went to Richard's the first day I was home, and before school started. His house was locked up no For Rent or For Sale signs just locked up. I was at a loss as to what could have happened to him had he died was he in a hospital - in trouble, or had he just moved? Had he gone off with a cunt had he found another boy? Shit, I was worried sick, thinking and fearing that I'd lost him. I ran home and after I stopped crying I remembered he'd once or twice casually mentioned that he had an older brother in Peoria, so I looked in the phone book for listings under "North" finding one residence and a used bookstore. The phone at the residence didn't answer so I called the bookstore and asked for Mr. North.

When he answered I told him who I was, about Richard's house and my concern. He knew who I was, Richard had mentioned me several times and I learned that Richard was in a detoxification center, was doing well and would be released in two or three weeks.

It was a month later, near the end of September, when I was walking home from school that I saw a red Chevy, small, truck parked at the curb between Richard's house and mine. I started to walk by when someone hollered "Stuck up". I looked at the truck and it was Richard. He reached through the window and pulled my head in and kissed me, not just a peck but a real kiss what the hell, no one was in sight. Then he said, "Get in."

He twisted sideways in the seat and pulled me toward him and started to cry. "Robbie, I can't begin to tell you how much I've missed you this summer. I've thought of you all the time, how you've become not only my best friend, but also my one and only real friend. If I hadn't had you to think of and how much I love you, I don't think I could have made it through that detox center. It wasn't easy but I made it. I haven't had a drink for the entire summer and I'm going to need your love to keep sober.

I, also, wanted to cry but what he said made me keep control of my self. "How can I help, Richard, I'll do anything for you, absolutely anything."

"I know you will. I drank because I was lonely and unhappy. I hope you'll keep seeing me as often as you can. I need both sex and love from you. That's a lot to ask of a boy, but I have no one else I love and, as a matter of fact, I don't want anyone else. I only want you."

"Richard, please know I already love you and have since the that first time I played with you when you were passed out. As for sex, as you once told me, you don't have to ask, just go for it. It means a lot to me that you find me exciting enough to want me, to get off when we make love."

"I left my house keys at my brother's. How much time do we have before your mom gets home? Maybe I can pull the truck into the backyard and we can do something in the cab or the tool shed."

"It's Friday and my mom is going to Moline after work. It's her first meeting with a new client and she thinks it will, as usual, be a long one so she's going to stay overnight, come back tomorrow and go to her office to write up her meeting notes and will leave the office to come home at noon. So, we have until 1'clock tomorrow afternoon. Park in your back yard and we will go up to my room. I've always wanted to do it with you in my bed anyway and on the side where I always sleep."

Once in my room, we kicked our shoes off and he sat on the edge of my bed with his long legs spread wide apart and pulled me in between them. It was in that position that we kissed and began slowly undressing each other as the first step in making love. He stood when it came time to take off our pants and toss them on the floor, leaving only our shorts, which we took forever to get all the way down so we could see each other's genitals.

I'd seen his big cock before and knew how exciting, how beautiful it was but I'd never seen it so big and so hard that the foreskin had already retracted of its own accord. Richard said, "Robbie, this is obviously going to be a quickie even though we'd both like it to last forever, so I think we should just 69 for now and then wait until we're calmed down to go at it again."

It was a quickie. I guess absence not only makes the heart grow fonder but also makes the cock grow harder.

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