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Chapter 3: No one wins

Arguments between Danny and I were never very secret or private. Sometimes I wonder why more people didn’t wonder about that. Both of us demanded we were in the right. It should been clear to any one who heard us bickering that we acted like a married couple headed for a divorce. Neither was willing to back down, but neither was willing to just walk away. Usually, we fumed and fussed until we cooled down. Then we agreed to meet and wound up making mad love promising we would not ever go through that again.

After this particular argument, we did not speak to each other for months. I had to much going to let Danny rule my life and I was finally going to walk away.

It might have worked if my bowling team had not agreed to meet another team at the bowling alley where Danny and I had hung out. My team won the match that night. I went into the game room looking for any of the boys that hung out there. It was a large room crowded with people. There were a dozen pool tables popular with the teen crowd. At one of the back tables, I spotted Danny with two men. Both angry and frustrated I accepted that he was moving on with his life and quietly turned to leave when I heard his friend Lenny shout out my name. He had spotted me.

Danny dropped his pool stick and came running. He hugged me and insisted I meet his new friends. I’m sure they were as embarrassed as I was. They shook hands with me and Danny introduced them. They had planned a party at their home and Danny was invited. Again, I tried to leave, but Danny wanted me to go to the party. The men looked shocked, but had no choice . Danny and Lenny were the reason for the party. The men insisted I should join them.

We went to a nice home not far from the bowling alley. There were several other couples there, all male. I had stumbled into a gay party. Danny and Lenny were the two youngest boys there. Danny was about fifteen now. He was also the life of the party. He wanted to show me he was doing just fine. He introduced half a dozen boys he had met mostly at school. I think he had slept with all or at least most of them. To my surprise, he always announced to them that I was his first lover. The two of us were drinking pretty heavy. Danny shouldn’t have been drinking. I shouldn’t have been there.

As the hour grew late, I noticed that Danny had disappeared. I was told he had gotten a little high and had gone to lay down in one of the bedrooms. I was kept supplied with a new drink, and was drunker than I realized. I must have dozed off on a sofa. When I woke, every one had gone or was sleeping. I decided to let Danny know I had to go and would see him later. I found Lenny. He told me where Danny was sleeping. I peeked in the room to find Danny in bed with one of the men. The man was on top pounding away at his prize. He was so stunned when I interupted that he just stared up at me. Danny strained to look up at me. He was also in shock.

“Sorry to interfere. I got to leave now. I guess this is goodbye Danny.”

Before I could get to the front door, the man was up and trying to explain. He and Danny had made plans to hook up before the party. He didn’t know Danny was involved with a probation officer. He didn’t know Danny and I were still lovers. He didn’t want to make trouble. He was a registered sex offender.

Danny was right behind the man. He was in tears and still nude. I was in no mood to be kind. I turned on his new friend and told him if I caught him with another boy, I would arrest him. I couldn’t charge him with screwing Danny without getting Danny and myself in trouble, but I would damn sure see him in jail. I suggested he take Danny and run.

 I also had some really unkind words for Danny. Faggot, slut, and whore were a few of them. I was sure Danny had done this on purpose. He had invited me to a party knowing he was going to sleep with this guy. I wasn’t sure who was the stupid one. Was it me for accepting the invite? Or was it Danny for being dumb enough to think he could get away with this? Either way, I was very pissed off. I left Danny’s scared friend trembling while his trick was bawling. I had never seen Danny so upset and defenseless. Looking back on it, I am sure he never expected to get caught like that. I had caught him laying flat on his belly almost completely covered by a fat man pumping a dick up his butt. How do you explain something like that?

Things went downhill from there. We still saw each other but rarely had sex. We no longer trusted each other. One night, we were eating out when I noticed the restaurant had an old fashioned juke box selections at each table. I like music, so I put a quarter in the box and played “Suspicious minds” by Elvis Presley. I told Danny that was going to be our theme song from now on. Danny liked the idea. We had our own song. We played it whenever we thought the other was cheating.

The time came when I caught Danny in the restaurant with another man. They were having a fine dinner, and were chattering happily. No doubt the man was thinking about taking Danny to bed. They had not seen me. I was supposed to be working. I reached for the juke box and put on our song. It took a while, but eventually the song came on. At first Danny didn’t pay it any attention. I played it again. Then, he realized which song was playing. He stopped teasing the other guy and started looking around. When the song ended, Danny was on his feet asking to leave. I left without being seen. Danny called to be sure I was working. I asked if his dinner was good. He was furious. Another screw-up.

 A short time later Danny and Lenny were arrested for car theft. Danny had picked out a really nice sports car. He found an expensive fur coat on the back seat and knew the owner would want it back. He delivered it to her claiming the thief wanted her to have the coat back. He was arrested and put on probation even though the lady refused to prefer charges against him. She was convinced Danny was a good kid who needed help. I spoke to the judge explaining that Danny would return the car. Danny got a slap on the wrist.

Danny and I were still seeing each other occasionally, but I knew we were just kidding each other and growing apart. Danny was starting to drink too much and was doing drugs.

 His dad called one night asking me to find Danny. He had been seen getting in a car with a man the kids claimed was a drug dealer. I recognized the man’s description and went to see him. Another man opened the door. I barged in. I found Danny once again in bed getting screwed. I allowed the man to finish screwing Danny, then told him I would give him twelve hours to leave town before I had him arrested on drug charges. In fact, I was pretty sure we could have him shot for resisting arrest while being arrested. Again, I led Danny home in tears, but this time I told him he owed his daddy. The man he had been caught sleeping with was dangerous as well as gay. I rejected Danny’s offer to have sex. I still loved this kid, but nothing I did seemed to please him.

A short time later, Danny was involved in a burglery. This time, the judge sent him to jail. He was sent to a youth work camp. His dad asked if I would like to go when they went to visit Danny. Although they knew Danny was gay, they never once questioned my friendship with him. I’m pretty sure the first man to sleep with Danny was his step-dad. Danny’s little brother, Kenny, also went with us on the visits. Kenny and I would sit in the back seat of the car during the three hour trip which started early in the morning so we could spend more time with Danny.

Since Kenny and I had already had sex (although the parents didn’t know that), I would let Kenny lay across the back seat covered by a blanket so he could sleep during the ride. It was not enough room for Kenny to stretch out, so no one was surprised when I let him rest his head on my lap. No one but me. Kenny pulled the blanket over his head to keep out the light. Then he opened the zipper of my fly and found my dick to play with. He loved sucking on it, and managed to swallow at least one load on the way to the camp. There were times when his dad would watch in the rear view mirror as the blanket bobbed up and down, but he never asked. If he caught my eye, he would smile. He knew that Danny and Kenny were sleeping together before Danny was sent away. The mother never seemed to be aware that anything was going on in the back, probably because of the head rest on her seat. She couldn’t easily turn to talk to us. Kenny was a pro when it came to blow jobs. Sometimes I wonder why his mother didn’t notice that my voice sounded strange as we chatted while Kenny was playing.

As a probation officer, I found I knew one of the guards at the youth camp. He had been a gay guard at the local youth detention center who had moved. Not only did he arrange for me to see Danny alone during the visits, he had introduced Danny to another boy who would become Danny’s friend and sex partner. Lenny made it a threesome. Both Danny and Carl were seventeen now. Danny had told Carl about me, and the guard would open a store room where Carl and I would screw Danny. Carl was a top who had fallen in love with Danny and made no secret that Danny was his “bitch”. He joked that I was his only trusted probation officer. On one of the trips, Kenny joined us in the room. Carl screwed Kenny while I did Danny. In return, I provided Danny and Lenny with soft drinks which were popular with inmates at the camp.

During the year Danny and Lenny spent at the camp, we practically rewrote the sex rules for the camp. Friends of Danny, Lenny, and Carl were declared “trustees”. Trustees were given privileges and liberties other inmates didn’t get. I convinced my friend to let me throw a Special party for the trustees. On a Saturday, Danny, Lenny, Carl, and I grilled hot dogs, hamburgers, and provided the trimmings for the guests. About a dozen other boys their age joined us. The park rest room was where we met the guests in private. There was no such thing as privacy there. The boys explained that privacy was non-existant at the camp. Every boy there understood the only sex available was with another boy. You could get lucky and find one you liked or you could become a regular. A regular bitch gets raped publicly until they get used to it. Getting raped in front of the other guys beats getting beat up. Danny, Lenny, and Carl were safe from that. It was understood they were friends not to be fooled with. You didn’t fool with guys that could mess you up. Several of the trustees had sex with two guards. Surprisingly, there was not that much sex at the party though. What there was went unnoticed.

During the time Danny was away, I would stay at his home on the Saturdays before we went to visit. That way, we could leave early. I slept in Danny’s bed in the room he shared with Kenny. Kenny was about thirteen, but small for his age. Most of the time, his parents went out after dinner to drink and dance. As soon as they were gone, Kenny was down to his bikini briefs and ready to play. He would start by wrestling with me while I tried to get undressed. Often he would help to get my undies down so he could wrap his lips around my hard seven inch shaft. Eventually, we would wind up laying head to foot sucking away at each other’s dick until we had our first cum of the night. Kenny claimed his first cum load was while I had his dick in my mouth. Ever since then, he had jerked off several times a day as curly little light brown hairs started appearing around the base of his long thin oval four inch dick.

 He claimed he kept a steady hardon all the time. He liked when I came to visit. He knew it meant we would sleep together. He liked me sliding my thick dick inside him to play until I couldn’t hold back any more. Then I would pound his butt roughly until I blew my load. Even then, I would hold him and keep it inside while we kissed and hugged. Sometimes, I would get excited, and go for seconds. That would take a little longer, but Kenny never complained. It was something no one else did for him. It was understandable that he was still sleepy when we left for the visits the next morning. And it amazed me that he wanted to play during the long ride.

One night when I had agreed to stay over so the parents could go to a dance, Kenny invited a neighbor to stay the night. It was a cute boy about twelve with a dark skin and black hair. He was Hispanic. He told me the guys at school called him Taco and he liked that name cause he loved tacos. Taco was about as curious and mischievous as they come. He was tickled that I had allowed him to stay overnight. And he liked Kenny because he didn’t treat him like a little kid. I soon found out why.

I had noticed that Taco liked to wear short open shorts with an elastic band holding them up. Whenever he sat on the sofa, his shorts were wide open at the legs. You could easily see up them to his very brief thin undies which didn’t hide much. For a twelve year old, Taco had a lot to see. I couldn’t believe the size of the bulge that was pretty easy to see. His balls seemed to be a little behind in growth and size, but his dick was big enough that the undies couldn’t keep all that meat hidden. When he sat with his legs spread, which was pretty often, I could see his dick head peeking out, and at times I could see part of his dark shaft showing. Taco didn’t seem to realize we were looking or trying to peek. He just wasn’t aware part of his package was showing and was not concerned. At first, I thought he was teasing us by pretending he was not doing anything naughty, but either he was a great actor or was just being Taco.

Shortly after Kenny’s parents were gone, the boys settled down to play some war game with Kenny’s X-360. I sat back to watch with a boy spread out on the carpet on either side of me. That made it possible for me to get a peek up either boy’s shorts when they sat Indian style without being overly obvious. Of course, Kenny already knew what I was up to, but he was used to me looking, and even liked it. No sooner had the game started than little Taco leaned back relaxed with his legs spread. His undies spread also and his circumsized dick lay about half exposed to me. It appeared to be maybe three inches long soft and was laying over his small tight ball sac, which was just starting to grow. He was far enough along to be curious about some changes to his crotch. Hopefully like most boys, he hadn’t asked or found out about them yet. He glanced up at me a couple of times, but was not aware I was looking.

Finally, I reminded Kenny it was time to get ready for bed. Like any other teen, Kenny whined it was early yet, but knew I wanted him to get stripped down to his undies, so he slowly retreated toward the shower. While he was gone, I spent most of my time chatting with Taco while peeking at his undies. By now, he was getting curious. He tried to ignore my stares, but knew enough to know what I wanted to see.

When Kenny came back into the den, he was wearing only a pair of thin nylon undies that very nearly showed everything he had. Taco stared in surprise. He could easily see that Kenny’s dick was smaller than his own, but appeared to be semi-erect. It pushed out the thin material. Not that it mattered, except that Taco didn’t know Kenny was not bothered to show everything he had to him and a grownup old enough to be his dad. Kenny let Taco know the bathroom was clear, and he was next. Taco hesitated, perhaps thinking over what he was getting into. Kenny sat next to me on the carpet and threw his legs over my lap. Then he wrapped his arms around my neck, moved his buns gently into my lap, laughed that my dick was poking between his cheeks and was rock hard. As Taco slowly backed toward the bathroom watching us, Kenny had one hand between his legs moving my dick so that he could sit comfortably on my lap. Taco’s smile told us he did not plan to miss much of whatever was going on. It looked naughty, but it was stuff he had not been lucky enough to see before. Something older boys and men did in private.

Not ten minutes later, Taco was back. Kenny and I were still laying on the carpet horsing around hoping Taco wanted to play. No doubt about it. Taco stood over us with a towel wrapped around his waist. He didn’t even have it tied. As I said before, Taco was not the shy type. He had just started picking up on the sex stuff he knew little about. As he finished drying himself off, he let us look him over nude. Kenny stared amazed at a long thin dick, a small ball sac, and a few small curly black hairs at the base of the dick. Taco held up his briefs, but Kenny took them laying them aside. Then Kenny stood up so I could go take my shower. I hated to leave. I knew Kenny was not going to wait for me to get back. His five inch stiff was suddenly rubbing Tacos. He had dropped his undies to be nude too. Taco’s curiosity had kicked in. He just had to feel the bush of hair above Kenny’s dick. He also held the big balls hanging below it, and finally, he wrapped a hand around the shaft, feeling and slowly rubbing it. This was naughty, but exciting and fun. Kenny wasted no time feeling Taco up and praising his super big dick.

There was just no way I was going to rush off to shower while these two teens made out without me. Instead I wasted no time getting out of my clothes. Kenny gave me that sly smile that says: “Aren’t you going to shower?” I just ignored him, dropping my shorts to give Taco his first look at my seven inch stiff and my heavy ball sac. He remained close to Kenny not yet sure what he should do or how far he should trust me.

It didn’t surprise me that Kenny would make the first move. He knew I couldn’t wait to start teaching Taco how to play so he placed him on the sofa and spread his legs explaining that I wanted to be the first to taste that dark skinned boys play thing. Taco looked at him curiously, maybe wondering why any one would want to taste a dick. He watched as I knelt between his legs and started feeling and playing with his boy toys. When I asked if he was all right with it, he grinned and told me it felt really good, but he couldn’t believe a man was playing with his stuff. He had only started jerking off a few months ago when a school friend told him about it. He wasn’t even sure he was doing it right, but it felt good. I got the feeling he hadn’t actually climaxed yet. His description of “feeling good” sounded like he liked holding and rubbing it, but wasn’t sure if that was what jerking off was all about.

And now he had a man he didn’t know all that well causing feelings in his little dick that he didn’t know existed. It feels good would never again describe how it feels to play sex stuff with his dick. He knew instantly he would want lots more blow jobs - naughty or not. He instinctively started pushing his hips forward. He needed to get more of his dick into that warm wet place that loved licking and sucking on his thingie. He was prepared to do this as long as I was willing to keep sucking, but suddenly something was causing him to feel strange and funny. He felt the strange urge to pee, but it was more urgent than it had been before. He tried to pull back. He didn’t have time to explain it. He had to stop now before he surprised me by peeing in my mouth. He had another problem. I held his long stiff shaft where it was and continued working it over even more.

He lunged forward, pausing to push in as far as he could. His toes curled upward, he grabbed my head and held on tightly. His hips arched up off the carpet. He uttered words that even he didn’t understand. His balls, small as they were, felt like they were trying to fit inside his crotch. And then he felt an electric current pass up and down his spine. He saw stars that filled his dream world and just knew he had left earth for parts unknown. Maybe never to return. It seemed to last forever, but could not last long enough. Slowly his breath returned. He was breathing again. The stars in his head began to fade. He was returning to his own planet. He opened his eyes to see he was still trapped in my embrace. His dick was still rammed inside my mouth. His body was returning to normal although he wasn’t sure that was what he wanted. He eased up on his grip on my head wondering if I was angry that he had forced himself on me. Or had he? He wasn’t sure who did what, but he would love to do that again. What had just happened to him?

Both of us released our grip on the other. I knew his dick would be feeling very sensitive, and he would be feeling both strange and exhausted. His dick became soft and slid out of the trap that had caused this whole new experience he needed to know more about. Taco dreamily stared up at me. “Wow!!!” was all he could say.

I smiled and backed away so Kenny could take over and explain what had just happened. Kenny lay next to him and whispered softly that he had just had his very first orgasm. Taco nodded, but had no idea what an orgasm was or why he had never had one Kenny explained also explaining that it was a boy thing. He could not tell any one else what he had just done. Taco smiled and replied: “Duh! You think I don’t know that! When can we do that again?”

After a brief pause to let Taco think over what had just rearranged his world, Kenny was treated to a first ever blow job by a grateful boy that took Kenny’s advice and pumped Kenny’s dick until it exploded and cum flew all over Kenny’s stomach. Again astonished, Taco wiped his hand clean, not ready to taste the goo. He watched as I relieved my own needs. I knew this was not the last time Taco would visit. He had discovered a world that only older guys knew about. His desire to know more about that world and the pleasures to be discovered would cause him to gladly return. Taco reluctantly agreed we would wait until next time to do more stuff. He knew he was the guest of honor. He also knew we did stuff he didn’t know about. And good or bad, he wanted to know more.

The following night Taco was back. This time, Kenny and I took turns blowing him and urging him to practice blowing us. He did pretty good at blowing Kenny, but mine was quiet a bit larger. He scraped with his teeth a few times. His sharp teeth got my attention and caused sharp pain. When I stopped him and applied vaseline to my shaft, Taco thought I was upset with him. Actually, I had decided to show him what I liked about Kenny. I told him to watch and learn. Then I turned Kenny over on his stomach and spread his legs so I could grease up his hole. Taco watched curiously as I played with Kenny’s butt. Kenny was relaxed, and loved it when I stretched him and fingered him until he was ready. He had learned to tell me when he wanted me. Tonight he rolled over on his back, raised his legs and waited for me to get in position. Taco only half knew what was going to happen. When I slid behind Kenny’s hole and lined my dick up with it, Taco looked surprised. He knew to watch, but expected this was going to hurt Kenny. Why would I want to stick that big hard shaft into Kenny’s poop hole?

I leaned forward and gave Kenny a hug, then I showed Taco what I was doing, giving him a close up view as I slowly but firmly pushed the big mushroom shaped dick head into the small closed butt hole. Kenny pushed toward me as I pushed the shaft into him. Taco watched the shaft pop inside watching the head suddenly disappear. He looked at Kenny’s face to see if he was hurting, but Kenny had learned to accept me without any show of fear or pain. He smiled at Taco and looked relaxed as I slowly eased in, pausing often to let Kenny adjust. Finally I was in, my pubes and balls slapping gently against Kenny’s buns. Taco asked Kenny if he was all right. Kenny nodded yes. I slowly began to move around inside Kenny looking for his fun spot. When I found it, Kenny moaned in pleasure and wiggled his buns to let me know I had found the spot.

Then I started humping - slowly at first. Taco watched as the shaft pulled half way out, then shot back in. Slowly, I increased the speed and length as Kenny rolled back and forth on the bed. He watched me, then looked over at Taco to let him know he was liking this game. Taco watched in disbelief as Kenny sometimes arched his butt up to meet my impending thrust. Both of us were soon worked up and more involved with what we were doing. Both of us were grunting and thrusting hard. Suddenly, I thrust in hard and fast, told Kenny I was cumming, and held my dick in place as it blew it’s load inside Kenny’s hole. Taco watched amazed. He knew I was shooting my load. Kenny also shot his load - all over his tummy and mine. After a few minutes, it was over. Kenny and I were wrapped in each others arms hugging and kissing. Then we relaxed and rolled apart.

Taco had apparently assumed that I would expect the same affection from him. After waiting a few minutes, he took Kenny’s place. Kenny had moved to the other side of the bed and had dozed off. He must have been sleeping pretty soundly. Taco had slid between us, laying on his side his back close to my chest, just waiting but not speaking. Being always horny and always hoping to get lucky, I couldn’t believe my good fortune. Not only was Taco presenting me with his cute buns, he was waiting for my next move. Could he know what he was doing? Was this a virgin? Maybe he and Kenny had already had anal sex?

I slowly greased up Taco’s hole, taking time to work plenty of vaseline in and around his tight little hole, giving him plenty of time to pull away or to tell me he wasn’t ready for this, but instead he looked up at me a little nervous, but determined this was the time and the place. Had Kenny been awake, he would have stopped me unhappy that I wanted Taco’s cherry enough that I would not wait. Taco moaned nervously as I slid my first finger inside him and showed him what a finger fuck feels like. He flinched as the second finger stretched him open further. A little too anxious to use the third finger, I pulled out and slid in place. I asked Taco if he was ready. He looked at me and slowly nodded yes. It still took several attempts to get in. He was willing, but his butt wasn’t. He flinched hard each time I tried to enter. Finally, as I nibbled on his ear, he managed to relax just as I pushed at the door. It popped inside. He let out a loud gasp, but managed to push back at the pole sliding into his poop hole. I know it brought tears to his eyes. He hugged tightly the pillow he held on to. I paused to give him time to accept or reject me. He made no attempt to wiggle off, and after adjusting, he pushed back at me. I slid in a little further. We did this several times. Then he began to relax more. I paused once more when I was in totally. Then I started a slow short rhythm. Taco was so tight it didn’t take long before I felt my load building. I decided not to draw it out since this was Taco’s first. I speeded up and blew another load for me, and his first. I took my time backing out. And I let Taco know what he had done was special. A few well placed kisses on his neck and back let him know he had done well. As my deflated tube slid out, Taco and I rested. Kenny and I had picked up a third partner who had no problem volunteering his time and loved it.

Danny and Lenny were paroled early with warnings that their next conviction would not be as juveniles. They also had to get a job or go to school. I helped Danny get a job working evenings. That put a crimp in our evening and nightime activities. We hardly saw each other. Danny also discovered that some adults would pay for his expertise in sex. I could not and would not have sex with him after he decided to pick up extra money by sleeping with guys who weren’t all that concerned with what ever diseases they might carry. Our sex came to an end. We still remained friends, but he knew about me and Kenny and Taco. We were a little uncomfortable over that. After five years, Danny had decided to go his own way. With regret, I had to let go.

Danny and Lenny made it easy for me to back off. The two of them were arrested shortly after an armed robbery at a store. They had broke into a home to steal the weapons they used in the robbery. The weapons had been reported stolen, so there was the additional charges. I did visit Danny to explain there were some six different charges plus his previous record. And he was an adult now. There was just no way he was going to get off easy.

The judge sentenced both of them to eight years in prison. Danny smiled at me. He wondered how well he would do with the male alphas. I told him he would likely do very well. Ironically, we parted our last time with a hand shake. I wasn’t worried about Danny turning me in. He accepted his fate as his problem.

Kenny saw me a few more times, but was getting more interested in boys at his school. I regretted letting him go. He and Taco still played, but that soon ended too. By high school, Kenny had became known as gay and willing.