The 13th Crossing

By Bad Penny Press

From the “Bridging Generations” collection - "Been There" - "Up the Creek" – "Proving Myself Worthy"

From the “Bridging Generations 2” collection - "Good-Bye, Coach" - "A Favor for Mom" – "The Pizza Boy Mis-delivers"

From the “Bridging Generations 3” collection - "Making the Grade" - "First Mate" – "The Follow-Through"

From the “Bridging Generations 4” collection - "Outstanding in My Field" - "Service After the Sale" - "Properly Regimented"

And a PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHED STORY -- "Farm Town Breakdown," a tale of a stranded young man learning the truth behind a deeply held family secret.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bad Penny Press
• Release date: Aug 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465843715

Bad Penny Press

The home of authors Donny Dickson, Donn Falcone, Ray O. Sunshine and more, Bad Penny Press provides hardcore erotica that doesn't necessarily cross the line, but proudly stomps all over it.Our most popular stories center around "family-friendly" erotica, where love and lust know no bounds, just respected limits, but keep it all in the family. And there are many stories of cross-generational gay and heterosexual encounters, those demonstrating that an age difference makes no difference when it comes to sexual hunger, are the current primary focus.Some Bad Penny Press stories spring from fertile imaginations, while a number of them are based upon true experiences. Rape and BDSM stories do not have a home here.Please enjoy Bad Penny Press in moderation. Aw, hell... take as much as you want!

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The 13th Crossing

13 hardcore tales of cross-generational gay erotica

Copyright 2011 Bad Penny Press

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Table of Contents:

Been There

Up the Creek

Proving Myself Worthy

Good-Bye, Coach

A Favor For Mom

The Pizza Boy Mis-delivers

Making the Grade

First Mate

The Follow-Through

Outstanding in My Field

Service After the Sale

Properly Regimented

Farm Town Breakdown (available only in this special edition)

Been There

The knocking on the door was soft, almost as if someone was hesitant to announce their presence. It was so soft, in fact, that I almost doubted that anyone was really there and knocking for my attention. I walked to the door and opened it to find my nephew Alex standing on my doorstep.

Alex, I said as I opened the door wide. What brings you here?

Hey, Uncle Mike, he replied a little timidly. I was just driving by and... thought you might want to talk a bit.

Yeah, sure, I replied as I opened the door and waved him in.

Alex walked in past me and into the living room, looking around nervously. Is anybody else home? he asked.

No, I'm alone this week, I replied. But, I thought, he should know that.

Yeah, he said with a shaky chuckle and confirming my assumption. I know the family is camping, but I didn't know if you had anyone else... visiting, or anything.

My family was camping with my in-laws, something I never really cared for. I mean, the in-laws were okay and going camping was so-so, but together they just didn't appeal to me at all. I'd prefer a wisdom tooth extraction without Novocaine to a week in a tent with my father-in-law getting me up at o-dark-thirty to drown worms in an attempt to catch fish that I had no intention of gutting and eating anyway. It was just easier all around if I applied to do overtime on my job as an excuse to stay home and have a couple quiet nights to myself.

Have a seat, I said, pointing the skinny kid to the couch. Alex walked over to the couch and plopped down hard as if he weighed far more than his 120-or so pounds, throwing his legs and big feet out in front of him.

Alex wasn't really my nephew. The gangly 18 year old was the stepson of an old friend who took to me and looked up to me more as a father figure since my old buddy wasn't real patient with the hyperactive boy as he was growing up. So, naturally, I got tagged as an uncle, something that didn't bother me at all.

Like I said, Alex was a hyper teenager, going through periods of bouncing off the walls to deep and dark depressions. The wild mood swings really drove his stepfather nuts, but I knew where the kid was coming from and what he was dealing with since I had been there myself. In many ways Alex was a reflection – no, more a remake – of the boy I had grown up as. Looking at the scrawny teenager was like watching a movie of myself growing up.

Alex was tapping his feet as he fiddled nervously with his hands. Spill it, I said with a soft chuckle, shaking the boy back to reality.

Oh, geez, replied Alex. I don't even know why I'm here.

You're here because I make a good sounding board, I said. My time is yours; you know that.

Yeah, I know, sighed Alex. You're like, the only person in the world that understands me.

Like I've said time and again, I replied, I've been there. I know everything you're going through because I've been there. And, in a lot of ways, I still am.

I still find that hard to believe, Alex said. I mean, the part where you say that you still are. You're like, the only adult I know that's really got it all together.

You're just not looking hard enough, then, I replied with a laugh. There are far more people out there that have this whole life thing figured out.

Maybe, replied Alex. But you're the only person who admits to having a problem like mine and still has it together.

It's not as easy as you seem to think I make it look, I said. Maybe I just fake it real well.

I guess, answered Alex with a soft, knowing laugh.

Alex was obviously still turning things over in his mind. He was finding excuses not to open up, a trait I recognized both in myself and in the many visits Alex and I shared.

Okay, I said. Enough complimenting me. You came here obviously needing to talk, but you're really not saying anything. So again, spill it, Alex.

The boy seemed to sink down into the couch a bit more, almost as if he was shrinking. At the same time, though, he looked as if he were about to burst from some hidden frustrations.

Uncle Mike, he began carefully, how did you handle the thoughts about... sex?

Now, this was fairly new territory for us. A lot of our past conversations danced around the subject of sex – nothing specific that I could recall – but the conversations just skirted the issue.

Well, I thought about it pretty much all the time, I replied. That's kinda natural for a hormonal teenager, and my hormones were always overflowing. Hell, I still think about it all the time.

Alex laughed, but with that uneasy edge that hinted there was something a lot deeper inside him that was affecting his feelings and perceptions.

Yeah, but... Alex seemed to search for words.

But what? I prodded.

I, uh... I think about sex with girls a lot, replied Alex. But his face twisted up as he continued, I also think about sex with... other... guys.

I don't know what might have surprised him more; that he came out and admitted he was having thoughts of gay sex or that I was completely unfazed by his admission. In fact, after all the time I'd known Alex, I had been expecting it.

Again, I replied, that's normal.

I think that really put the surprise on Alex.

It's normal for me to think about having sex with other guys? he asked, shocked. But- but... I'm not gay.

I never said you were, Alex, I replied softly. And even if you were, that would be fine, too. But, what you're feeling here is still very normal. Well, normal with someone with your... and my... condition.

Yeah, that's right, Alex said with a shake of his head as if the fact that we shared our bipolar conditions which gave me a keen insight into what he continued to go through. But how does that make me want to have sex with other guys?

People who suffer from bipolar disorder tend to be thrill seekers, particularly during our manic phases, I replied. We're very sexually charged to begin with. And at a younger age, it's easier to find other like-minded guys to have sex with than it is to find cooperative girls.

I don't know about that, chuckled Alex. They might be out there, but I'm kinda too shy to go asking other guys if they want to fool around, you know?

Yeah, I know, I replied.

That means that I gotta just jack off a lot, he said. I mean a lot.

I know, I said with a knowing laugh. Been there, done that. A lot.

So... you've thought about having sex with other guys, Uncle Mike? asked Alex.

Yes, I said with a gentle nod of my head. Thought about... and did... especially when I was your age.

The shock on Alex's young face was nearly comical. You've had sex with other guys?he asked.

More than I could count, I replied with more than a hint of pride, and a touch of longing.

But... he started, searching again for words, you-you don't seem gay. I mean, you're married, and all...

A lot of married men have had gay experiences, I replied with a shrug. It's not at all unusual. In fact, a lot of them still do.

Wow, sighed Alex. Does Aunt Karen know?

Alex was referring to my wife, someone he rarely interacted with but still called 'Aunt' out of respect and because of his and my relationship.

She knows I've had some past experiences, and she's fine with that, I said. She has no inkling that I still have those urges, and they're at least as strong as yours, if not more.

You do? asked Alex. What do you do about 'em?

Truthfully, nothing, I said. It's not like I can cruise the gay hotspots looking for a willing partner. I'm too well known in this town.

Yeah, sighed Alex again as he stared off for a moment. Then perking up, he asked, So, what did you do? With other guys, I mean.

I had the young man's interest piqued, for sure. I figured there was no real reason to hold back; it wasn't like Alex was suddenly going to run off and blab about my past all over the neighborhood.

There was always mutual masturbation, I said. Jacking off another guy's dick is fun. It's almost more fun than jacking your own dick, just because it's nice to play with someone else's meat, even if they don't always return the favor.

Uh, huh, whispered Alex, swallowing hard.

And it's also very cool to jack off two guys at the same time, I continued, pumping a hard-on in each hand and trying to work them just right so you can get both of 'em to cum at the same time.

You've really jacked more than one guy at the same time? asked Alex, eyes wide.

I got to do that a couple times, I said proudly.

Wow, sighed Alex, squirming in his seat and obviously trying to adjust himself to accommodate a growing erection. That must be awesome.

But nothing beats sucking off another guy, I said.

Alex's eyes grew even wider and he swallowed hard. And that's when I had the confidence that I had gotten Alex to a point I would have never otherwise considered taking him before today.

In fact, I kinda enjoyed it more than getting jacked off or sucked off myself, I said. Then with a little slyness, I added, I sure wish I could find someone to suck off again. I really miss that.

Alex was obviously shaking all over, and I'd safely assume it was a swirling combination of confusion and desire as he took into account our current position. I figured now would be as good of a time as any to chance my next move.

In fact, I said, trying to hide the nervousness in my own voice, I'd sure love to do it this very moment if I could just find a willing partner...

I think Alex stopped breathing as his eyes fixed on mine. His hand instinctively fell to his crotch and clutched around a sizable bulge, almost as if to keep himself from cumming in his pants.

You-you'd really suck my dick? he asked, his voice barely a croak.

If you'd let me, I replied simply.

I-I don't know if I'm ready to suck another guy's meat, though, he said apologetically.

Doesn't matter, I replied. Like I said, I enjoy giving almost more than I do receiving.

Alex looked around. Right here?

Right there is perfectly fine, I replied. Get your pants down. Off would be even better.

We were on the verge of crossing a line that probably would have never been breached if we really were uncle and nephew. There was still a possibility that Alex would get too nervous and bolt for the door, but knowing him to be a reflection of my own hormone-driven youth and condition, I seriously doubted that he'd take a chance of missing out on this offered opportunity.

Alex still seemed a little hesitant, and I was about to help him save face and tell him to forget it when he twisted his feet to push off his oversized shoes from of his feet as he fumbled with his pants. He then switched gears and stripped his t-shirt up and over his head, revealing a lithe torso with some nicely defined abs.

Returning his hands back to his pants I then watched with growing hunger as Alex arched his back to lift his butt off of the couch while he pushed his pants and underwear down in unison, his erection springing free of its confinement and slapping his naked abs with a pronounced smacking sound.

Alex stripped his pants off over his legs and dropped them on the floor next to his feet and sat back, a delightful picture of young and willing youth naked and waiting with nothing on but his socks, a nervous smile, and an eager cock pointing straight towards the ceiling.

I got up from my chair and walked across the small living room towards the waiting young man, feeling my heart race harder with each step that brought me closer to the beautiful vision of Alex laying naked in wait for me. As I got closer the boy instinctively responded by slowly spreading his legs apart, revealing a laden scrotum that rolled down heavily between his thighs.

This was not the first time I had ever considered coming on to Alex, but until now no opportunity had availed itself that had any potential of ever being more than a fantasy. But now it was delightfully real; I was going to suck the young man's cock.

Now in full view, I could see that Alex's whole body was as boyish as I had always imagined him to be under his clothing; thin, tight, and nearly hairless. And he was blessed with a fairly thin but nearly eight-inch long cock that was fully erect and waiting for me.

You look absolutely delicious, Alex, I said as without any further hesitation I knelt down and took position between his spread thighs. The young man was shaking all over, surely from nervousness and probably from excitement. Chances were that a lot of it was nervousness; after all, a man he had affectionately called Uncle Mike for a lot of years was now taking his place between the boy's wiry legs in anticipation of giving