Chapter Three

I nurtured and fed Doug’s new appetite for sex during the week. Privacy was an issue, either Davey or Danny or both were tagging along after school to hang in the clubhouse. Lunch hour rendezvous’ in one of the private handicapped bathrooms became our primary location to get it on.

I spent Friday night in my bed with Doug where I convinced him to take it up his ass. I remembered the pain as if it was yesterday and empathized with him, but like Rick was with me, unyielding to the cries for mercy reassuring him that it would get better if he relaxed and took it like a man. Nor did I have the element of surprise in my favor to gain precious territory, I wasn’t licking anyone’s asshole as a deception.

Blonde and blue eyed Davey was next. My mother claimed that he had bedroom eyes and a smile that would knock any girl off her feet. Yet Davey was not popular with the ladies despite his good looks. He was shy and reserved and tongue tied talking to a girl. He was much more comfortable around guys, and that was to my advantage.

Rick claimed that Davey’s timid demeanor would be the obstacle in getting into his pants. What worked on Doug, may not necessarily work on Davey or Danny. A new strategy had to be worked out to fit the challenge. Rick worked out the schematics including contingency plans. He was certain that once Davey was comfortable with his body, the rest of the seduction would fall into place.

He reminded me that I still held the power of persuasion over the 3Ds and could easily force myself onto them. However, it was best that, like Doug, each be willing participants, after some subtle persuasion, of course. Minds had to be opened to do things they never thought about before. And Rick had been a proven master at it in our household.

Saturday night, Davey was sleeping over. Sitting on the end of my bed we played Xbox for hours. I stripped out of my clothes in the comfort of my boxer briefs. Davey never followed my lead until I brought it to his attention to chill out and get comfortable. He claimed he brought pajamas and would change after the next round in the game. It was going to be harder than I thought. Where are you Rick?

“Who the fuck teenager wears pajamas?” I laughed at him and teased, “Are they Superman, Spiderman or Sponge Bob . . . maybe Scooby Doo, --now, he’s cool! . . . I bet your undies are the same!”

I had embarrassed him. He shyly looked away from me and timidly said, “They’re blue, that’s all.”

“Dude, no one wears PJs anymore, --at least after seven years-old, that is.” I added insult to injury by saying, “Does your mommy still tuck ya in?”

I had taken it too far, Davey was insulted. “Fuck off, Robbie!” he scathed.

“I’m sorry, --just joshing with ya. Davey. It’s just that most guys our age sleep in the nude.” I lied, not having a clue other than my own preference.

“Really?” he asked dumbfounded, “Why is that?”

“So we can let it all hang out, I guess. It feels really nice.” I leaned into Davey and whispered, “It feels sexy, too, when yer hard cock rubs the mattress.” I giggled mischievously.

Davey blushed, and said, “You do that, too?”

“Every guy does, dude. But I like to fuck my pillows, ya know, pretend they are a girl.” I laughed. “Anyway, let’s crash. Try sleeping in the nude tonight, I know I’m going to, I’m not a shy pussy-boy like you ” I stood and pulled down my underwear allowing Davey a good view of my body while I wasted time gathering up the game cartridges.

Davey couldn’t have aided my cause any better, saying, “You have a nice body, Robbie.” he realized how gay that sounded, guys don’t usually comment on another guys body. “I mean, . . . I wish I had a muscular body.”

“Who ever told ya that you don’t have a nice body? And let’s be honest, Davey, you really mean to say I have nice junk!” I laughed, groping myself for effect. “Well, I think ya look just fine in the nude, too. You have nothing to be ashamed of from what I saw in the showers, dude!”

“Really, Robbie? --Nah, you’re just being nice, I’m kinda puny down there.” he giggled.

“You’re a bit smaller than me and Doug and maybe a few of the other guys, but if you took the time to look around, you would have seen guys a LOT smaller than you, --like Danny, for example. But who cares, anyway? It’s gym class, . . . Yer not auditioning for a porno movie, asshole! --Speaking of which . . .” I held up a DVD, smiled, and said, “High School Orgy! --I’m horny, I wanna jerk off: now git nakie and git in bed!

Davey slowly undressed, I went for a piss to ease the pressure on him, by the time I returned, he was in the bed with the covers pulled to his chest. He looked at me weird and said, “Dude, you just walked butt naked into the hallway! What if your mother saw?”

If only he knew how intimately my mother knew my body. “She’s seen me naked lots of times, it’s no big deal around here.” I replied, and climbed under the sheet with my back resting on the wall. “Ya ain’t going to see the flick in that position, git up here!”

I used the remote to start the DVD player, Davey scooted up keeping the protective sheet in check.I did, however, see his bare hip for a moment, assuring me that he was in fact naked. I let the sheet hover just above my soft dick leaving my pubic hair exposed. Even I thought the sight of me was kinda sexy, I hoped he would as well. As happened with Doug, an overwhelming desire to seduce and have sex with Davey kicked in. I truly wanted to see his junk in plain view, and of course, his hard on. My cock stirred under the sheet.

I was worried that I wouldn’t be into it and simply have to go through the motions, so I brought out the ecstasy before hand. Every kid knew about the recreational drug, getting Davey to take the tablet wasn’t all that difficult.

For his sake, hoping the dark room would ease his inhibitions, I reach over and turned off the light, The glare from the TV lit the room in a perfect blue aura, just bright enough to see each other.

Rick had selected and rented the perfect smut movie for the occasion. It had a storyline about four teen boys and girls. It began with the eight who appeared to be no more than 16 seated on a carpeted floor playing spin the bottle. Whoever the neck of the bottle pointed at had to French-kiss each other for five seconds. Girl/boy, girl/girl and boy/boy, it didn’t matter. The others counted down the seconds. I never kissed another guy, but it looked hot!

“What’s it like to kiss a girl like that?” Davey asked.

“Feels fantastic, dude. Ya might not know it yet, but the tongue is a g-spot and rolling them over each others and sucking them is hot!” Of course the only person I had kissed like that was my mother, but I liked it alot.

“Seems gross to me.”

Unplanned, but the opportunity was too hard to pass up. I paused the DVD and moved my head to his. “I’ll show ya, no big deal. Those guys are doin’ it, --doesn’t make them gay!”

I dared lean closer, mouth to mouth, and pried his lips apart with my tongue. Davey responded and allowed me access into his mouth. He reciprocated, but I knew he wasn’t into it like I was. My cock became hard and surely he could feel it pressed against his left hip.

Getting hot and heavy, not wanting to push things too far, I sat up and made light saying, “There, dude, now ya can say that you’ve been French-kissed. --And by the way, you’re a damn good kisser, if I may say so myself.”

I didn’t expect a response, and was pleased that he did. “Kinda weird, with another guy and all, but I guess it was okay. At least now I’ll know how with a girl.”

I left it at that and pressed play. I knew that I had used my influence over him, along with the ecstasy, perhaps. Nonetheless, he could have refused, he would never have allowed any other guy to do that to him, though.

The sheet tented above my crotch and I made no attempt to hide it. Davey raised a knee, a move I assumed to hide his own boner. Second guessing myself, I probably could have ‘cut to the chase’ and reached down to feel him up, speeding up the seduction process and giving him his first blowjob.

The teens in the movie had graduated to a game of strip poker. Again, I praised Rick, only one guy sported what looked like 7 inches, the other three dudes were around four and six, thick and thin. I brought that fact to Davey’s attention, emphasizing that the actors had to be a minimum legal age of 18 years-old to star in a porn movie. Who ever made the film was obviously only concerned with young looking guys to play the roles, not cock size as most pornos promoted.

Another game of dare got underway. The female then had to masturbate a male, he inturn would finger the girl. Girls had to finger each other, and of course the boys had to jerk each other off: the time limit was set at ten-seconds.

It was as if the movie was made as some kind of tutorial, like some learning aides in school were presented. The ‘theory’ was visually supplied by the producer, and the ‘practical,’ hands-on experimentation was up to the viewer. The only thing missing was a pop up stating, “Pause Here!”

I did exactly that: paused there! Letting my cock free of sheet, I began stroking myself all the while staring down Davey. “Come on, dude. Don’t be shy, lets beat each others meat. Pretend we’re in the movie, --.it’ll be a gas!” I laughed. “All in good fun!”

“Ten seconds?” he asked.

“Twenty.” I countered. Shuffling closer to him, I slid my hand under the sheet and found his erection. Pointing my cock in his direction as an offering, I disregarded the rolling of his eyes at me as simply self-negation, an act that he was only in it for the ride to humor me. He reluctantly reached over and wrapped his palm and fingers around my shaft, however his breathing had intensified showing his true sentiments, --he wanted to do it as much as I did.

Davey’s erection was more than I thought it would be. Almost five slender inches, at a guess. Very little foreskin left over after being stretched to max out his length. Steel hard, it could shatter glass. I used my right foot to try and kick down the sheet and expose him, however he clung to it not quite ready to bare all for some reason. I allowed him that modesty, although he stared at my cock as he pounded away on it.

We carried on with our handjobs longer than the agreed time limit. Perhaps three minutes elapsed when my body warned me of a pending orgasm. As soon as I released his cock, he let go of mine not wanting to appear as overly enthusiastic.

“That was FUCKING hot, dude! I was almost ready to blow my load all over the fucking place. Nasty shit to clean up afterward, even hits the wall behind me, for fuck sake; drools down and stains the paint, too!”

I rambled on. ”Ya ever tasted yer cum, dude? Mine’s sweet, not so bad, really. I can shoot directly into my mouth,  . . .well, most of it if I bend over far enough. Wish I could suck myself off, --like, I can get far enough to lick the head, but that’s it. Guys should be able to suck themselves off, would beat the hell out of jerking off, --don’t ya think?”

Davey was laughing at my barrage of bullshit, finally he caught his breath and answered my questions. “No, I never ate my own cum, and yes, I guess it WOULD be better than jerking off!” he laughed again.

“You’ve never had a blowjob, but I can tell ya that they are awesome, dude!”

I anticipated the next question. “So, who are the lucky girls, anyway? Ya never tell.”

“Dude, guys that kiss and tell are losers. And who says it’s strictly girls. I’m not going to answer any more questions, so stop being a busybody. Lets watch the movie.” End of conversation, case closed, I gave him food for thought and left him more curious than ever. We never separated, our bodies still touching the other. I placed a loose arm around his neck, a show of friendship. Nor did I cover up my deflated and leaking cock, and pressed play.

The games continued, and became more risque. Whomever the bottle pointed to had to lick pussy or suck cock of the person who made the spin. The guy would cheer and clap if he landed on a girl relishing the twenty-second blowjob, or in reverse, equally content eating pussy, but hem-and-haw when his luck ran out and had to blow buddy. The girls didn’t seem to mind eating each other out, though. My cock was hard all over again pointing to my bellybutton. I noticed that Davey had let his guard down, the sheet barely covering his groin area, his hands far removed and crossed at his chest.

I didn’t have a bottle handy, nor would it be functional on the bed, anyway. I paused the DVD again. Davey stared at the motionless TV, he knew what was coming. Once again, the hint of his labored breath silently gave him away.

He agreed that if the bottle on TV pointed to either Phil or Chuck, he would act their roles, and Peter and Greg would be my roles regardless if a girl spun the bottle or not. I pressed play.

One, two, three spins had all landed on girls.The tension in the air was thick, Davey stopped breathing at every spin, and let out a breath after each. The fourth pointed at Greg. Davey lost and was going to blow me. I could see that he was nervous and apprehensive.

“Come on, dude. A bet’s a bet. No one will know about this, okay?” My left hand supported my cock in an upright position, my right arm around his neck gently guided him down to accept his fate. His hand shook as he took my manhood and lowered his head taking the oozing knob in his mouth.

I sensed what was going through his mind. I knew he wanted to blow me but he was battling the demons of right and wrong in his mind. As if it were yesterday, i remembered going down on Rick that first time in his truck. I relieved Davey from his quandary by sliding down onto my side and straightening him enough to reciprocate the blowjob. he movie played on with what must have been serious fucking, the “ooohs” and “aaahs” and foul language must have fuelled the passion, we were sucking each other off for the sheer erotic pleasure of it.

Like Doug, Davey would have to be taught a few things, but he got an ‘A’ for effort, regardless. When I began cumming in his mouth, he paused only briefly as if to decide things, and went back to the task at hand, himself cumming moments later. An equal playing field had been established. He was cool with it all after the fact, our sworn secret sealed when, like Doug, I told him that we were cum-brothers from now on, not like simple blood brothers. He liked that enhanced variation to the childhood ritual and laughed his head off.

I tuned the TV to ‘Much Music’ and we watched music videos. He laid his head on my chest as if I were his protector from that day forward. I bent my head and we kissed with much greater zeal and lust. I discovered that I liked kissing guys. There was no need to fuck him, or have him fuck me. That would come in due course. I didn’t feel that Davey would need much further grooming.

Two down, one to go. “Dynamo Danny,” named for his restless inability to sit still and his always jovial antics, was next.

Balancing time between Doug and Davey for sex was enough of a challenge, including Danny was going to be difficult to say the least. However, Danny was the easiest one of them all as I knew he would be. He idolized me and like a loyal puppy dog, he was always at my side when us guys got together or waiting for me in the halls at school.

The next week when he was to sleep over was as if he was going to Disney Land. It was all he talked about all week asking what we were going to do and making suggestions, like eating pizza, playing certain video games, telling ghost stories, yes, ghost stories, Danny was simple minded and easily entertained and that’s what we all loved about him. He was short for his age, a good head smaller than me. He was like a pitbull if anyone dare cross him, yet he was the most loveable, likeable kid you could ever meet.

I told Rick what my plan was, “Go for it, seems you don’t need my help anyway. You point your rod in your own fishing hole and have been quite successful landing the big fish so far.” he laughed.

“Damn, I’m horny!” I said after an evening of video games. We were both naked, had been since I undressed for bed when he begged me for another round of a war game he loved. I pulled off my underwear and sat down, his eyes never left my goods for a long time and then several times as we played, him losing in the end.

He undressed naked, only to impress me by nonchalantly claiming that he slept nude as well. My cock was already hard and he couldn't help but notice it when I raised the sheet high and let him scoot over top of me to the right side of the bed.

I kicked the sheet down to my knees and started jerking off. Danny was all eyes. “How ‘bout helping out a buddy with a lending hand?”

“Sure.” he never hesitated, and eagerly said “Why not, --what’s a handjob between friends, no big deal.”

And a handjob it was. I seen his little boner for the first time when he decided that he was going to do it right by crawling between my thighs and sitting on his haunches. The circumcised head looked like a mushroom cap atop an adult size pinky finger. Danny was still very much a little boy. I hoped that one day soon he would bloom when full puberty finally set in. Rick would like the hairless little boy look. God only knows how many times he threatened to take a razor to me!

Danny pumped relentlessly, alternating hands when one grew tired. I told he could feel my balls if he wanted; as I guessed, he wanted, weighing them first and then rolling the orbs between his fingers.

“How ‘bout a blowjob, dude?” I blatantly asked. “I mean a handjob is great, but I could do that myself, ya know?”

There was no moment of self-debate or disgusted looks. It was as if he was building up the courage to do it and simply needed the nudge from uncertainty how I would react. Danny took a mouthful and then some more until finding his comfort level and settling in to give me what I could only assume wasn’t his first time sucking cock. He knew too much, the finer details and skills that are honed over time until a guy develops his own personal style. Rick used to say that blowjobs are like signatures, some may be similar, but no two are alike. Danny was a seasoned cock sucker!

At first, Danny denied ever having sex with anyone before me. I knew he was lying and he knew that I knew he was lying. Even when I confided that I was a cock sucker since the age of ten, other than being shocked, he still wasn’t going to confirm or deny anything. If there was a shadow of doubt in my mind, that was shattered when two hours later I fucked him. It was much too easy sliding into him, and he enjoyed it much more than he should have to the point of taking an active role by rearing himself to meet my every thrust, and I wasn’t at all gentle when I figured he wanted it rough.

It was Rick’s theory that most bottoms liked it rough. He claimed that it was a subconscious defence mechanism in maintaining one’s masculinity while doing something perceived as unmasculine. It is male nature to roughhouse, wrestle or fight and accept pain as part of the package, fucking can be deemed as an extension of male physical interaction.

Laying beside Danny I decided to come clean about my own homosex experiences with Rick. He was flabbergasted to say the least. It was after that revelation that he opened up to me feeling safe in doing so. It seems we had a lot in common.

His mother died when he was ten and sent to live with his mom’s sister and her family, where he still resided. He shared a room with his 17 year-old cousin, Mitch, who wasted no time using his little cousin for sex. A week later, Mitch’s stepfather appeared one night. Danny thought that he and Mitch had been caught red-handed and there would be hell to pay. Instead, the man dropped his terrycloth robe, naked and very erect, got into the bed. He regularly participated in molesting Danny along with Mitch, the duo had been fooling around with each ever since Mitch was 12 and the man walked into the garage and caught him on his knees blowing a teenage neighbor boy who mowed their lawn.

Danny had no regrets. He claimed he liked it. Mitch, now 20, was going to a local college and still lived at home and shared the same bedroom as Danny. Mitch’s mother divorced her second husband a year ago and he was out of the picture, but Danny still got it on with Mitch, a self-described bisexual who dated many girls and had a string of guys he played around with, but never brought home.

When asked point blank if he would have sex with Rick, he never wavered saying he thought Rick was cool, as well as handsome. I then questioned if he would consider having group sex with me, Doug and Davey. Danny was very enthusiastic about that possibility. I didn’t ask about my mother. I didn’t want to push it, nor did I want anyone to know about that dark secret quite yet, although I had every reason to believe in Danny’s integrity with keeping secrets.

Before Danny woke up, I heard my mother puttering in the kitchen, knowing that Rick would soon follow, I jumped out of bed to hopefully head him off at the bathroom for a quick private talk. My mother saw me, my nudity certainly not an issue even with my pee-woody, I was expected to give her a good morning kiss, and did my duty.

Mom grabbed my boner and asked if the boy in my bed could still walk after the fucking she heard me giving him earlier. I laughed, and assured her Danny was fine, but would probably be hungry as a horse after being ridden hard and put away wet! It was my turn to laugh at Danny’s expense, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

I caught Rick coming out of the bathroom and dragged him back inside. I needed a piss bad, it was starting to leak. The bathtub had always served double duty as a urinal for such dire occasions when aim was impossible. Rick watched me relieve myself as I relayed a brief summary of Danny’s sexual history and that he was more than willing to have sex with what he considered a “handsome man.” I told Rick that Danny must have broke his glasses one day so not to let the complement go to his head. As a result of my humor, I got a burning slap on my ass that almost sent me into the tub.

Rick got me back at the breakfast table. Naked, and the object of Danny’s wandering eyes, Rick asked him if he knew how I liked my ‘Cheerios’ served up. I picked up the butter knife and told him to shut up or I’d cut his dick off!

What a sight we must have been to Danny. Me and Rick nude, and my mother in a negligee that didn’t leave much to the imagination, her brown nipples and dark bush distinguishable through the thin material. It was second nature to me. It was what I was taught and once believed was a normal, everyday american family.

After breakfast Rick claimed he had some warranty work that need doing on his brakes and offered Danny and his bike a ride home in the truck. Rick offered me to come along, but I knew what he was up to and said I had to cut the grass, which was true and I wanted my allowance for the weekend. After they left, horny as hell picturing the truck pulled over someplace, I fucked my mother on the kitchen floor.

It suddenly dawned on me that our roles had somehow been reversed. She had become submissive to my prowess as she had her husband. I controlled my mother, --she no longer controlled her little boy. Mom had always been a slave to a penis and let men walk all over her, I was no different.

I was just putting away the lawn mower when Doug showed up right on schedule at 2pm as arranged. The bedroom/clubhouse had a small fiberglass bathroom like in motorhomes and RVs that served as toilet and shower in one. I could have went into the house and enjoyed the more spacious shower, however the opportunity to be naked in front of Doug would hasten getting him into the sack, not that he needed much encouragement to have sex, but timing was everything then.

I had decided to go ahead with the next step, orchestrating group sex. Davey was to arrive at 3pm, and if everything went according to plan, he would enter the clubhouse and catch Doug and me in a sixty-niner and be convinced to join the party. Timing was everything, Davey could arrive early or late. I didn’t think that Doug would be a problem, but just in case I gave him a hit of the ‘Love Drug’ hoping he would be in a more -social- frame of mind to deal with the potentially humiliating situation.

Then there was Davey I had to contend with. He was a very sensitive boy and I felt he was taking our sexual relationship much too personal, like we were boyfriends or something, and might freak out catching me in bed with Doug and storm out. There was little I could do about that possibility other than hope for the best. I made a mental note to never French-kiss a boy again, something we both enjoyed every time we got together, however the intimacy of the act took things to level above simple fuck-buddies.

The only person I wasn’t worried about was Danny. I knew where he stood in the big picture. He was told everyone was meeting up around 4pm, we had planned a BBQ for that evening and a group sleepover in the clubhouse. I fibbed, telling them I had to beg my mother for permission. We had chips and cheezies and pretzels, a mini-fridge full of beer and a baggy of ecstasy all courtesy of Rick in lieu of my allowance.

By the time I got out of the claustrophobic shower wondering how any larger adult could possibly bathe themselves in such a confined space, Doug had helped himself to a beer and sat on the bed with his back against the wall wearing nothing but a mischievous grin. Damn, he looked hot! I hoped that I wasn’t falling for him like Davey had fallen for me.

For good while, we rolled around in passion rubbing cocks to groins, groping, and dry hump thighs almost spilling off the double-wide bed a few times. I resisted the urge to kiss him knowing that Doug just wouldn’t get off on that. As well, I wanted to lift my legs above my head and get fucked silly as I had done to Danny. Davey could have walked in at any time, we would have never heard him over the creaks and shrieks of the old metal frame and coil-spring bed.

The sixty-nine just happened: next thing we knew, with concerted motion we were on our sides, each with a raised knee for better access, a hand full of testicles, and a cock staring us in the face that was quickly engulfed, Damn, I loved Doug’s sleek meaty manhood! Not that the other D’s weren’t in their own way, but Doug was all teenage boy from his head to his toes. He reeked masculinity that he didn’t flagrantly portray, but I saw it in him and cherished it. If a guy was going to be queer with another guy, each being butch made the stigma an easier pill to swallow and I think that’s why I was always okay doing that stuff with Rick even after I discovered that we weren’t a normal family.

I heard the pounding of feet running up the creaky wooden stairs to the loft. Doug had heard it too, but in the seconds before he could do anything to hide his embarrassment, Davey had entered the clubhouse and stopped dead in his tracks. Both of us held the other’s saliva slimy cock inches from our mouths, there would be no denying what we had been doing. Whereas Doug was mortified, I simply smiled at Davey and told him that I had been expecting him and to take off his clothes and join us.

Doug was frozen in animation, his cock went flaccid in seconds, limp over my thumb, his slit dribbling precum. Davey remained wide-eyed, his mouth formed an -O- trying to fathom the lewd scene on the bed five feet away.

“It’s okay, dude.” I said softly, “Me and Doug were having a little fun. We knew you’d be here at any minute, --no big deal, right?” I felt the need to out him in order to put things into perspective, and said, “Nothing you and me haven’t done before! --Chill out, grab a beer, and while yer at it, there’s ecstasy on top of the bar-fridge, help yourself, . . . let’s PAR-TAY!” I said jumping up grabbing him by the waist and comically danced a waltz with him over to the fridge where I dipped him with grace and poise and him sticking up his leg to complete the theatrics.

I showed him that he was still important to me, If he was angry at first, he soon got over it and laughed at my shannanigan. Doug had climbed up to lean on the side wall, his knees up and and spread, his junk hanging between his thighs laughing along with us. He had gotten over the shock factor and appeared cool with things, perhaps it was the spoken hint that Davey and I had also been sexual with each other that made him let down his guard. Aiming at his gonads, I hurled him a can of beer that he caught before it hit my intended target, I whined at my unfortunate near miss.

“Asshole!” he muttered.

“Faggot!” I countered. Had he not cracked open the can, I would have felt it smartly somewhere on my body.

Davey was digging into the baggy of -E- when I began to undress him, conscious that he would be shy exposing himself to Doug. Sneakers, socks, shorts and underwear and finally his t-shirt flew in the air as quick as I could remove them before he could protest.

I picked him up and tossed him playfully atop the bed. Davey scurried and took a place at the wall beside Doug red faced hugging his knees to protect his modesty. I handed him his been and assumed a place beside him.

I couldn’t have asked for better when Doug said, “Chill out about yer fucking body, dude! Ain’t nothing wrong with it, trust me. --I don’t know why you guys are such cowards in the showers, we’re all boys! . . . Robbie’s the fucking freak if ya wanna get right down to it. He oughta be in a circus sideshow if ya ask me! --I can see the marquee; - “Elephant Boy!’ - “Watch him feed himself peanuts with his dick!” he laughed a good one at my expense.

Davey quipped in, “Yeah, he oughta join the gymnastics team , . . .he has his own pole-vault!” They both roared in hysterics.

“I’m not all that big, okay, --DAH!”

Just then Danny could be heard running up the stairs earlier than expected. It was as if he hurried everywhere so as not to miss anything, even school! He had not a clue what he might have been missing in the clubhouse, it was just that he would want to be there first to ensure he missed nothing. Seeing the three of us naked, he probably thought he had missed a whole chapter or two, blaming his damn clunker of a bike for slowing him down on the fifteen-mile ride.

“What are ya waiting for?” I asked impatiently. “Grab a beer and a ‘happy’ pill and get naked with us!”

Davey did exactly that, and as he stripped we all hummed the ‘stripper-tune’ which he got into by dancing seductively and tossing his clothes at us, which, acting disgusted with his socks and underwear, we tossed back at him. The hairless late bloomer jumped atop the bed and curtsied ending his performance, hopped over mimicking a bunny and plunked himself down beside me laughing his head off along with the rest of us.

We had socialized together many times, however that day had to be the most memorable. Sex was obviously on everyones mind, whether in apprehension or anticipation, but there was no urgency. We drank beer and groped, even had a playful circle-jerk sitting knee to knee simply exploring each other, foreplay for the main event later that night.

Rick and mom had gone out for the evening and we lit a bonfire in the pit to roast our smokies, all still naked, the secluded backyard lush with trees and bushes offered privacy from nosy neighbors. something my mother insisted on and filled in any gaps in order to ensure it. As well, just like the 3Ds and I were enjoying the freedom of nudity, Rick, mom and I often enjoyed a bonfire and sat around in the buff roasting weenies or marshmallows.on a stick.

We were high on ecstasy, a ‘Devil May Care’ aura, all was beautiful in the confines of great friends; no, --“brothers,” someone commented which resulted in a group hug, almost teary eyed. An insatiable thirst, the garden hose was a popular venue. We filled empty beer cans with water and carried them up to the clubhouse.

Bedtime was anything but sedate. It was hard to keep track of who was doing who, everyone kept switching partners for oral sex. No one person seemed to initiate anything, it just happened the moment we walked in. Any misgivings about bodies were soon forgotten, each cock was just as important as the next that ended up within tongue distance of a mouth, we were ever moving, slithering in the bed in an erotic type of dance, the stereo blasting, keeping the rhythm flowing.

There was no need to fuck. Groping, jerking, licking, ball play that sometimes got rough, but felt good, and oral plentiful. Even cumming wasn’t a motivation, although I thought I did get a whiff of cum from somebody’s person or breath.

I believe we fell asleep one by one, a hodge-podge of strewn bodies with limbs upon limbs is what I woke up to at some point of the wee hours when nature called. I then drank two beer cans of water, studied my friends, and laid down beside Doug after pushing Danny’s limp body out of the way. I held him in my arms and fell back into a deep sleep.

to be continued . . .

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