Date: Fri, 09 Nov 2001 06:34:43 -0500 From: Danny Meyer Subject: COOL KID BROTHER! - Chapter 36 ____________________________________________ COOL KID BROTHER! by Danny Meyer Chapter 36 - A Change of Plan ___________________________________________________________________ Copyright (c) November 9, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved. Danny: sittinhome@hotmail.com ___________________________________________________________________ NOTICE! 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The foregoing and subsequent text applies to all chapters and portions of this story--past, present, and future, in whole or part. ____________________________________________________ ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE OR RELATION TO, ANY REAL PERSON OR ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL. ____________________________________________________ MAIN CHARACTERS (In order of appearance in the overall story) (Updated 01-October-01) _______________________ --The Brothers-- Tommy - 16 years old (Thomas James Robison, Jr.) - the serious one. Tommy is the most athletic of the brothers. He is the most sensitive, also. He is in love with Billy, and the two of them are on the same baseball team. In Chapter 1, Tommy makes his first sexual move, on Billy. By now, Tommy is deeply in love with Billy, and he thinks no one is better-looking than his kid brother. Tommy has also developed a sexual link with Robby--different from what Tommy has with Billy. Tommy is 5' 10" tall, 165 pounds, smooth, with dark hair, and deep, hot, brown eyes. He is tight, muscled & tanned. NICKNAME: "Hotboy" Tommy narrates the story. Billy - 14 (William Darren Robison) - the playful one. Billy is 'all over the map.' He wants it all. He loves to tease and joke around. Tommy's daring approach of Billy in Chapter 1 awakened Billy's sexuality and he's non-stop. Billy's speed and agility make him a slightly better baseball player than Tommy. Billy had the hots for Robby, early on, but now seems to have cooled, on the idea. Billy's love for Tommy is deepening. Billy is the thinnest and fairest of the three brothers. He is 5' 6" tall, 120 pounds, very tight-looking, and smooth. His blonde hair is fine and invisible, in places. Billy has striking blue eyes, and a great smile. Robby - 12 (Robert Michael Robison) - the unsure, outspoken one. Robby is the youngest and bisexual brother of the three. He is an early developer and has an oversized 'endowment,' for his age. He has admitted to fooling around, orally, with a girl, and now 'plays' with his brothers, and others. Robby and Marc have quite an affair, going. NICKNAMES: "Champ" "Boy-genius" Robby is 5' 5" tall, 120 lbs.--almost as tall as Billy, but not as thin as Billy. Robby has medium reddish-brown hair, and green eyes. He is slender, but has more defined muscles than Billy does. --A Neighbor College Boy-- Marc - 19 (Marc Denton) Marc lives across the street and is a college student, home for the summer. Marc is 6' 1" tall, 180 lbs. He's thin but athletic-looking. Marc has dark brown hair, green eyes, and is an end on his college football team. Marc has fine, aquiline facial features and is considered to be very good-looking. Marc often plays backyard sports with Tommy and Billy. Sometimes he wrestles with all three brothers, and other boys. Marc is introduced at the end of Chapter 11. Marc is a friend of Scott's, and after Robby introduces Marc to the joys of male sex, Marc and Scott discover each other's hidden desire for each other. Action scenes: Chapters 15, 17, 18, 19, 20, 22 thru 24. --A fellow high school student who lives down the road-- Scott - 17 (Scott Miller) - a younger, slightly thinner, but more striking version of Marc. Scott has a thin, tight, slight build, almost skinny. His muscles are not big, but they're extremely well defined. Scott is a blonde, blue-eyed god, as far as Tommy is concerned. He is 5' 10" tall, 160 lbs., and has well-tanned, golden skin. He is considered one of the hottest-looking guys in the school. Scott is on the swim team, and fits the ideal of the nice, 'boy-next-door' image, perfectly. He is gentle, confident, and very soft-spoken. Scott is introduced in Chapter 19. NICKNAME: "Studguy" Action scenes: Chapters 20 thru 25. --The pizza delivery boy-- Derek - 18 (Derek Blake) Derek lives not too far from the Robison's neighborhood. His personality is mild-mannered, (like Scott), but Derek is more of a joking, fun-loving type, (in contrast to Scott's quietness). In that regard, Derek shares Billy's gregariousness and general happy-go- lucky nature. Derek is 5' 7" tall, with blue eyes, brown hair, and, except for Derek's shorter height, he bears an overall slight resemblance to Mark, in face and build--thin, but athletic-looking. It is that similarity, plus Derek's killer smile and fun manner, that sparked Robby's interest in Derek, initially. Derek has been working out, is college-bound, and hopes to join the football team. He was on the track team in high school. --Marc's cousin, visiting from Oregon-- Chad - Chad Cornelius, age 17. Stunning good looks, of Italian descent, 6' tall, 180 lbs., smooth, slightly olive skin, deep brown eyes, with shiny, dark-brown hair. Chad is a wrestler, incredibly tight, tanned, and well-muscled. Chad is introduced in Chapter 27. ____________________________________________________ The MAIN CHARACTERS list will appear only every five chapters, or so, and when a new character enters the story. See above, for the complete list of CKB (Cool Kid Brother) main characters. ____________________________________________________ IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER, (35) . . . Multiple sexual festivities--involving all three brothers, plus Marc, Chad, and Scott--come to a sudden halt when the brothers' parents arrive home. They all barely have time to dress, some in Robby's clothing, and put a tape in the VCR--pretending to watch a movie, before Mr. Robison enters the bedroom. A narrow escape. The parents go for a swim in the pool, and Billy does lookout duty while Robby prepares to do a rear-entry penetration of Marc and Chad. Robby climaxes in Marc, and declares it's Chad's turn to get it, as the chapter closes.... "Oh, man! I don't know if I can take you, Robby," Chad said. This got Robby started, giggling, again. "Boys?" came a low, distinct voice through the closed bedroom door. _________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 36 - A CHANGE OF PLAN _________________________________________________________________ "KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!" "Oh, God!" Marc whispered, totally panicked. Everyone froze. No one else said a word. I just opened the door. "Hey--what's up, dudes?" It was BILLY! "You fucker!! I THOUGHT that was you! You scared the fuck out of all of us!!" "Yeah--we oughtta give him a REAL spankin' for doin' that!" Marc said. "Yah," Robby said, you can use my sneaker and really give it to him." "No, Robby," I said. "Billy--what's wrong with you?" "He's goofy," Robby said giggling. Nothing was wrong with him--he always pulled shit like this, but never this serious. "Are mom and dad still in the pool?" "They left--went to the coffee shop, I guess." "All right--for punishment, you get to do lookout duty at Robby's window." "Sorry." From Robby's room you could see the driveway, and down the street, a little. Robby wasted no time going over to Chad to remind him it was time to bend over and get ready for his 'thing.' Scott gave me a hug, and I hugged him back. It was fun, rubbing our dicks together, and a nice relief from the scare Billy had given us. Scott and I slipped out to grab a quick shower. When we got back to the room, it was pretty quiet--and it suddenly hit me that if mom and dad had come home while we were in the shower, Billy might not have thought to snag us, there. Scott brought me back to the present. "You feel like sucking?" Scott asked so softly. "Oh, yeah!" I said, and knelt at his feet. I licked his balls for while until I had him moaning, then I went down on his hot cock. There was something special about Scott's dick--it was smoother, and like steel, or something--and it made me very hard to feel it sliding in my mouth. I could hear Chad and Robby, talking. "How'd you get hard so fast, Robby?" Chad asked. "I don't know." "You going to cum in me, sexy?" Chad said, as he got on all fours. "Yah," Robby said, and popped his little cock into Chad's butt. "OWW! Damn--now I know what Marc was talking about. "What have you been feeding that thing, Robby?" I couldn't stand Billy not getting to see any of this so I interrupted Scott's blow job, and took over as lookout, at the window. Scott stayed with me--I was hoping he would. It was nice to have his warm mouth on my boner, while I watched, out the window. On lookout duty, I could only glance over at the action, once in a while, but I could tell Robby was really slamming it to Chad, who looked like he was loving it. Then, I saw Marc and Billy talking, and the next thing I knew, Billy was fucking Robby, and I wanted him and Robby to get closer, that way. That made me feel good that Billy would do that, without me to suggest it, and I thought that was Robby's first time, in the middle. That was sexy. Meanwhile Marc stood by, and Billy sucked him. I didn't think Marc had cum yet, the whole night. Billy was making those slurping sounds on Marc's dick, and I loved it. I was really throbbing with Scott sucking me, and seeing Chad, Robby, Billy and Marc all going at it together--especially with Billy sucking Marc, and pumping his nice boner into Robby's ass, at the same time. Scott got distracted by the action, and stopped sucking. I couldn't blame him, but I had a boner that wouldn't quit, and was stroking myself, trying desperately not to cum--hiding behind the curtain as I peered out the window. I felt Scott remove my hand from my dick, and he sucked me very gently, again. "Mmmm--nice," I said. Scott slipped off just long enough to say something. "I'll say it's nice," he said, smiling at me. "I know you don't want to cum, yet--so, just let me know," Scott said. I could hear Marc cumming, with his loud, sexy moans. I heard more groaning and yelling, but I couldn't tell if Robby and Billy came. I was pretty sure Chad was the only one who had his dick hanging out, with no one to help it. Probably it was wasn't hanging, but poking up. Before long, the party was breaking up, and Scott, Marc, and Chad were getting dressed. Scott was dressed in a flash, and we stood in a corner and kissed, while the others said good-bye. I finally let Scott go, and he left, too. We were alone again, just the three of us, and got dressed. No one said anything, we just started cleaning up Robby's room. I guess we were all stunned, and it was getting late--there had been a lot of action, too. I was still very hard and horny, from Scott's unfinished blow job. "I wonder where they went," I said, thinking about mom and dad. "I wonder if dad saw the Crisco," Billy said. "Nah--it wasn't that obvious," I said. "Yah--he looked mostly at the screen," Robby said, "good thing we picked a movie he likes!" "But, what if he DID see it?" Billy said. "Then we're fucked. He'll talk to mom about it, and they'll put us in one of those schools." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted it--Billy's face dropped. Dad had told us about a friend of his, who put his son in this special school, and that if we ever got in trouble, he'd put us there, too. I was going to check it out on the net, but I never did. Now I wished I had. I was nervous, and not thinking clearly. "Tommy--he wouldn't--" "Billy, if dad saw the Crisco, what's he gonna think--we were having cooking class?" "Very funny, Tommy." I was making things worse, and wished I'd kept my mouth shut. "What I want to know is why they went out again. They never do that." "Yah, that's weird," Robby said. Billy and I looked over, and saw that Champ had his thumb in his mouth--something he hadn't done for like five years. Robby had a hard time with that, growing up. "Robby--you ok?" I asked. I was worried, now. "Hey, Champ," Billy said, "what's up big boy?" Now I knew Billy was really worried. He never called Robby that. "Nuthin," Robby said softly. I knew Robby was scared, because of what I'd said about that school. I just figured if dad put us all in the same school, at least we'd be together. I felt like the world was coming apart in front of me, and I didn't know what to do. I knelt down, in front of Robby, who was sitting on his bed. "Look, Robby--you know dad loves us, right?" "Yah." "So, you know he wouldn't do anything bad to us--right?" "Yah, I guess." "Yup! Robby--don't worry, it'll be ok," Billy said, half turned away from us. He sounded weird, to me, and it wasn't like him not to look at us. I spun around to get a good look at Billy, and saw tears on his cheek. I felt my chest heave, and I prayed that I wouldn't cry, so I could help Billy and Robby. I tried to remember what my grandpa always told me, 'Be strong.' Finally, I got an idea--the logic part of my brain was kicking in. All I had to do was stay cool. "Ok, you guys," I said, sounding upbeat, "we're probably making a big deal outta nothing." I turned to Billy and sat him down on my bed, next to Robby. "Just think for a sec--we don't know if dad even SAW the stupid Crisco--OK?" I took a deep breath. "And so what if he did?! Ok--he might not think of cooking class, but do you think he's gonna think of sex, first thing? I don't think so." "Yup," Billy said, I think he WOULD--because that night, when you were on top of me naked, and dad walked in--" "What?" Robby said, "Dad CAUGHT you guys? And you never said--" "It's ok Robby--he thought we were wrestling." I could have killed Billy at that point. I didn't want Robby to know that, and now Billy had blown it. "Ohhhhhh, nooooo," Robby moaned to himself. "Robby--it's ok. It was dark and all he saw was my back and our faces." "Boys?" Our room door was open and we all jumped when we heard dad's voice. He was standing in the doorway. I didn't even hear them come home--usually I heard the front door close, at least. "Tom," dad said, "sit with Robby and Billy on the bed. We need to have a family talk." Dad's face was very, very serious. I wished he would call me 'Tommy,' but I never had the nerve to tell him that. My mind went in a million directions. 'Oh, God, this is it,' I thought. Then I wondered why I would think of what name he called me when our lives were about to end, here. Dad was a P.A.--a doctor's assistant--the next best thing to an M.D. I don't know why I thought of that, either--except it had been a long time since our last physical. My heart was pounding, and I could tell Robby and Billy were holding back the tears. "I--I don't now how to say this, boys, but--" "PLEASE, DAD, WE'RE SORRY--WE'LL BE GOOD, I PROMISE!" Billy yelled, crying, jumping up and hugging dad. "It's not your fault," dad said, sitting Billy down next to me, "I was pushing the alcohol--we were having such a good time. I didn't realize how much your mother had to drink. That's why she acted so poorly--and I'm sorry you boys had to hear that. You know she's not a drinker, and--" "WHAT?" I said, "Is she ok?" "We didn't hear nuthin," Robby said. Billy had the shakes, and didn't say anything. "She's fine, son. I took her to the office, just now, and gave her a shot so she could sleep, comfortably. I just put her to bed." "What were we s'posed to hear?" Robby asked. "God!" Billy gasped, sounding relieved. "Yeah, really dad, we have no clue." "That's good son. She wasn't that bad, but she sounded very drunk when she called out to you--and the stumbling--I had to catch her. You boys ok?" "Yah," Robby said, "we didn't know--we didn't hear--" "That's good Robby," dad said, ruffling Champ's hair, "but maybe your friends did, and if they did--well, it could be embarrassing." Dad looked at all of us, when he said that last part. "No, dad," Billy piped up, finally, "we were pretty noisy. Nobody heard anything--I'm positive." "All right--but don't try to fool ol' dad--you boys look stressed. Something is up." There was this big pause, and I thought I would die with the silence. "Yah, dad, you're right," Robby said, looking down at the floor, ashamed. Billy and I went into shock, and looked at each other. I could just see Billy thinking, 'Oh, fuck.' "I don't know what I did, dad," Robby said, looking right at him with his green eyes wide open, "but--I did something bad--really, really bad--to Gone With the Wind, and now the first part won't play, and we were worried that you--" "Oh, son!" dad said, sounding relieved. He got up to hug Robby. "Don't give that another thought, Robby--we'll get another one." "Really?" Robby said, his face suddenly joyous, "Oh wow!" "Really. Now don't worry about mom, she's fine. And forget about that tape. You boys be careful--and don't stay up too late." "We won't," I said, as dad turned to leave. "Yup--no worries," Billy added. Then dad turned around, real quick, to face us. "And--if you boys do stay up late, be quiet about it. I was a kid once, too, you know. Oh--I'll take mom to breakfast in the morning. You guys better do some laundry," dad said, looking at the pile of clothes on the floor. Then he winked, smiled at us, and left. He went right to his bedroom and closed the door. As soon as he did, I closed our door. I knelt facing Robby and Billy. No one said anything for a long time. We just hugged, the three of us. We were all trembling, a little. Then, it just happened--I pressed my lips in and we had our first all-brother three way kiss. It wasn't sexy--it just felt good. I pulled Billy and Robby real close. "Tommy--I was never so scared--" "I know." "Me, too," Robby said. "I know, I know. It's all over now--we're fine." "I just hope mom's ok," Billy said. "Yeah, she's ok--dad didn't look worried. I told you that was weird, with them going out, again." "Fuck. I almost shit when he said mom was drunk." "I know--she never drinks." "Probly never will, again," Robby said. "Champ!" Billy said, "You gave us a heart attack." "Huh?" "Don't say, 'huh!'" "Yeah, Robby--that excuse you made up--I mean, that was good, but--what if dad checked the tape, after you said that?" "Nah, I knew he wouldn't. He wanted to go check on mom." "Fuckin' genius," Billy said. I had to hand it to Robby--he sure could think on his feet. "Robby--that was a good save!" "Oh, fuck!" Billy said. "Oh, fuck, what? What's wrong now?" "Baseball! We got a game, tomorrow!" "Shit--that means practice in the morning." Billy moved toward Robby, and had his arms out. "Hey, big boy, Robby, ol' buddy," Billy said, as he put his arms on Robby's shoulders. "Uh, oh," Robby said, not fooled by Billy's friendly facade. I didn't say a word. "Ya see, Robby--it's like this: It's late. Tommy and I need our rest--we got a big day tomorrow. So uh......we need you to do the laundry tonight--wash our uniforms, so we can go to bed." "He's right, Robby," I said. "Yup. What do you say, Champ?" "It'll cost ya." "I knew it," Billy said, with false resignation in his voice. "Ok, let's hear it," I said. "You guys both gotta take turns sucking me till I cum--two times! Every day for the next month." "Get lost!" Billy said, grinning, "We'll do our own laundry." This had a mellowing effect on Robby. "Well..." Champ said, "for the next week, then." "It's a deal," I said, and Robby turned to go, with a smile on his face. "And don't bleach my uniform, like you did--" "I know, I know!" Robby said, as he headed down the hall. "You WIMP!" Billy said, throwing a pillow at me, "I couldda got him down to a DAY!" "I don't care," I said, "it'll be fun, and you know we'll end up making love. Besides, it's gonna take him an hour--and it's late." "Yup. We better get to bed." "Quick shower?" I said, with a big smile. Billy knew my motive, instantly. "Yup. Quick blow job?" "Sixty-nine----in bed, though!" "Deal!" ______________________________________________ Our high school joined our team up with the community baseball league, so we could get to play even after our regular season ended, and have stuff to do. Billy and I loved it. It worked well, because we practiced and played at our high school, and it gave the community team a nice field and locker facilities. Robby was with us--he usually came along because the community team was younger--ten to fourteen-year-old kids that played at the same time, on the small field. So, Robby had lots of friends to talk to. Our team used the big field. The only problem was they had it scheduled so both teams' ended their practice at the same time--so the locker room and showers were really crowded, afterward. After our regular season ended, there would be a second community team formed--of high school age kids from the district, so we could keep playing, right up until school started, in the fall. Before practice, the locker room was usually deserted, because most guys showed up already dressed and ready to go. Billy and I did, too--usually--but we were running late that day, so the three of us went down to the locker room. There were just a few guys in there, changing, all from our team. I saw Joey Macintosh, a junior, right away. Everyone called him Apple--we all had nicknames. I threw my stuff down, and started changing. "Hey, Apple," I said. "Hey, Legs." That was my nickname. I had long legs, and I was probably the fastest runner on the team. The track coach would come bug me, every chance he got--but I wasn't interested. "What's up?" "Did you hear about Dishrag?" Dishrag was Doug Mason, a senior-- a well-built, good-looking kid--whose clothes were raggy, sometimes, and his shirttails were always hanging out when he had to dress up. "Train caught the bumper of his car--he was too close to the tracks. Wrecked his car--broke his leg, man." "No. I didn't hear--I've been, um, busy. Too bad--is he ok?" "Yeah--he's ok." "Cool." "Hey--where's Towhead?" Joey asked. That was Billy's nickname-- we were always together at practices. "Good question. He was right behind me when we came in." I turned around to look, but didn't see either him or Robby. "Whew! As long as he's here, man. Don't wanna be without one of our power players--I mean you too, Tommy." "Yeah," I said, "he is pretty good, for fourteen." I knew Billy was really an all around better player than I was, but I was close behind him. "Your brother's only fourteen? Damn! He'll take over this team in a year or two. I seen Johnson talkin' to him a couple of times-- looked like they were talkin' some serious shit--good shit, I mean." Roy Johnson was the head coach. By this time Joey was naked, and I was pulling my boxers off. He turned to me and kept talking. He looked cute--his hair was a kind of light brown, and it looked like he bleached it here and there--it was really hot-looking. But, even though I'd seen him naked tons of times, it was like I was seeing his dick for the first time. He was only a year older than me, but his dick looked long and thick. "So, how's Amy," I said, looking down, and trying to think of something else. "Amy who?" "Oh." "Yeah. Broke up in May." Then he whispered something to me--I didn't catch it all, but I heard him say she was a dick tease, and I blushed. "Hey, Legs--no need to be bashful--you're ready. You got a pretty good one, there. Bet Julie be gettin' into some of that, pretty soon. You'll getting' into some of her, eventually." "Um, yeah," I said, feeling the heat rise in my face, as I slipped into my jock. "Or you been getting some, already?" "Oh--um, not really. I better go see where Billy and Robby are." "Yeah. Take care of that Towhead--don't want nuthin' happenin' to him! Robby's the youngest?" "Yeah." "He play?" "Sort of--I gotta work on him." "Yeah--work on him. You guys are good." I found Billy and Robby around the corner in the next row of lockers. Billy was dressing with Brian Biemer, from the community team. We called him Beemer. He was a cute kid. Beemer was eleven years old--real skinny, but tall, for eleven--he could pass for like thirteen or fourteen, maybe. I'd seen him play--he was a good hitter. We all liked Beemer--he and Robby always talked, and Billy was pretty close to him, too. He was over our house for Robby's twelfth birthday party, and we had fun with him. I wasn't surprised to see the three of them together, but something was different. Robby was sitting cross-legged, looking up at Beemer, and Billy didn't even have his clothes off, yet. "Hey, Beem," I said as I approached them. Beemer looked up at me, and Robby turned around, smiling. "Billy--what's up? Get dressed!" "Tommy," Billy whispered, grabbing my arm, "Beemer's one of US." "Huh?" "Yah," Robby said, "look." I looked up at Beemer and he flashed me a hardon. "Holy shit!" "Shh! Tommy--we don't want the whole world to know." "Ok, ok--that's cool, but this is no place...." Then I whispered, "Billy--are you crazy? You told Beemer about us?" "Robby did. Look, Tommy--I swear, Beemer's cool with it. He said he's played around with one of his cousins, and--" "Ok, Billy. But now we gotta be real careful. Tell Beemer to keep his mouth shut--NO one gets told about us--not his cousin, not anybody!" "Ok, I will, I promise." "Beemer--get dressed," I said. "You too, Billy." I was friendly, but they knew I meant business. "Well, I--Tommy--" Billy started to say. "Billy, you better come with me--you gotta get dressed. Besides, Apple's over there--he's been asking for you." "Tommy--I can't." "Why not?" "I got a boner--I can't dress in front of--" "All right--find a private spot--there's plenty of empty rows. Just get away from Beemer and Robby or you'll never get dressed. You don't want to be late and get coach mad at you." I went back to where Joey was, to finish dressing. With just a few guys in the locker room, most of which I knew, I didn't feel embarrassed, walking around just in my jock, but I was pushing my luck--other players could walk in at any moment. Not that they would say anything, most likely--but I guess I was too self-conscious. "Well, did you find him?" Apple asked. "Yeah. Too busy talking and not getting dressed." "Hey, that's ok. You still got plenty of time. Well, I'm gettin' my butt out there." "Ok, see ya, Apple." "Yeah, later." Joey no sooner said that than Mike Denninger walked in. His nickname was Beans, short for beanstalk, because he was tall and thin. Mike was a senior, but he and I were good buddies. He was left back a year, somewhere along the line, so he was already 18. To me, Mike was real hot-looking--thick, blonde hair, blue eyes, about 6 foot 2, 160 lbs., and a really cute face. Most of his weight was in his chest and his dick--he had a pretty big one. We hit it off, early in the year, and we worked well together on the team. I played shortstop and Mike played first base, so we had lots of interaction, plus we got along really well. Beans didn't know it, but I had the hots for him. I guess I could admit that to myself now, after having some real sex with my brothers, and Scott and Derek. I thought about that, and just looking at Mike, I blushed. Mike was one of these guys who had a natural good nature and great sense of humor. He got mad at times, but he had a way of smiling through it all. That made him even more sexy, to me. He wasn't shy with me either, to share personal stuff about him and his girlfriend--stuff he didn't talk about with the other guys. "Hi, Beans!" "Hey, Legs--been a while." "Yeah, about three weeks." "Damn--seems like forever. How ya be?" "Cool. You?" I looked right in Mike's eyes--they were a little like Billy's. "Dandy. You hear about Dishrag?" Dishrag was one of Mike's good buddies. "Yeah, Apple told me." "I just came from his house--he's doin' ok, but he's itchy as hell in that fucking cast." "Oh God--glad to hear he's ok--but that cast, wow. And the weather's getting hot." "Speakin' of hot," Mike said, after pulling off his shirt, "Elaine snagged me on the way in. Did a number on me in her car. I told her this wasn't the time or place, and we couldn't finish." Then Mike said, real softly, "Nothin' worse than half a blow job." He seemed proud of it, though. He stood up, and I could see the bulge in his shorts. "So, anyway, just so you'll know--I warned ya." Beans gave me one of his killer smiles, blushed a little, and pulled his shorts and underwear down, all together. And what a sight his hardon was. I had to swallow--I was drooling. "Wow," I said--and was sorry I said it, right away. "Yeah. All pumped up, and nowhere to go," Mike said, still facing me. Even though Mike and I were close, I couldn't believe he was so casual about standing there talking to me with a boner--about his boner. For a few seconds, maybe more, it was pointing right at me. I knew he wouldn't do that if any of the other guys were around, so I felt special--but that's the way it was with Mike--we just clicked. "Start a game with blue balls, not a pretty picture, huh?" "Well, um--" I was tongue tied. I thought his cock was a great picture. "They say you play better when you're horny. Hell of a way to find out, huh, Legs?" "What? Oh, yeah! Sorry." I gulped and blushed, really bad, because I almost said, 'Wish there was something I could do to help.' Oh, God! I wanted to, but for sure I'd have been dead meat if I'd said anything like that, to Mike. "Mmmm," Beans said, as he gave his cock a squeeze, and stuffed it into his jock. He checked himself out in the full length mirror, which was right beside me. "Not a bad profile for a skinny senior." Mike said, running his hand up his dick, real fast, and adjusting it, "You think so, Legs?" "Um, oh yeah--looks huge." I had to be beet red, after saying that. Mike didn't seem to be stressed at all. He just smiled and got dressed. Mike and I had talked about a lot of things, but never his dick, before--except when he told me, one time, Elaine said it was big--but that was different. "Legs--is your brother here?" "Billy? Why? You like him better than me?" I said, joking with Beans, like we usually did. "Hell, yeah--he's blonde, like me. Us towheads gotta stick together." We both laughed. "Yeah--he's here." "Cool. I saw Robby on the way in--he's getting to be a big boy." "Yeah, he's growing fast." By this time we were both dressed. "Well," Mike said, "I'm outta here--you coming with me?" "I would--but, I gotta check on Billy--he's um, running late today." "Ok--later, then." "Ok." I walked over in Billy's direction. To do that, I had to pass the row of lockers where Robby and Beemer were. They looked like they hadn't moved an inch since I'd been there. "Beemer--you're not dressed, yet?" "Tommy--come here," Robby whispered, sounding a little desperate. "What's up, Champ?" "Beemer can't get dressed." "Why not?" I took a look at Beemer, who was beet red, himself. Robby pulled on my arm, for me to sit down, and he whispered to me. "Beemer's boner not like ours--his sticks straight out. It won't go down. It hurts him to bend it--he can't get into his jock. He can't bend it up or down." "You're kidding, right?" "No. Beemer--show him," Robby said. "Do I gotta?" came Brian's bashful voice. "You better," Robby said, sounding a bit panicked. Slowly, Beemer pulled his jersey away from his dick, and sure enough, it stuck straight out. It looked bigger than when I'd seen it, minutes ago. Now, it was like the tightest erection I'd ever seen--and I saw a lot of them on the net. "Damn." I said. It wasn't quite as big as Robby's, but way bigger than I'd have thought, for an eleven-year-old. "Not only straight out, but big," I said, looking up and smiling at Beemer, trying to boost his ego a little, and help him feel better. But I was starting to get pissed at Robby. I had a funny feeling. "Tommy, what--" I cut Robby off. "Tell me, Robby, did Beemer get that way all by himself?" "Well..." Robby said, blushing and looking at the floor. "That's what I thought. You're crazy to do that here, Robby-- what if one of the guys saw you?" I didn't really expect an answer. Poor Beemer looked scared--he was frozen in position. "It's ok, Beem--you can cover up, now," I said, "Can you go somewhere, and, um, you know--take care of it?" "No," Robby said, "he doesn't know this place." The building was our high school, and in order to get to a place where he wouldn't get caught, Beemer would have to exit the locker area, and find a secluded spot in the school, itself. "All right, show him Robby. Go to the janitor's closet--the one by room 219, ok?" The only reason Robby was familiar with the building was that Billy and I were students, here, and Robby had been to our school tons of times. Beemer didn't have an older brother that went here. His brother went to a private high school. "Yah, I'll show him," Robby said, "Tommy--um, can I help him?" "I knew that was coming! Yeah, ok--just hurry up and get him out on the field. Now, get out of here, the two of you--and move it." I had a sneaky suspicion Robby engineered this whole thing, but no time to deal with that, now. I already had a hardon from talking with Mike and seeing him naked, but it got renewed, talking with Robby and seeing Beemer, hard. I half wished Beemer was on our team, but he was too young. I practically smacked into Sean Howard, a junior, on the way out of the locker room. "Legs--what's up?" 'If you only knew,' I thought. "Oh, nothing much. You ready for this, this morning?" "Not really, but--you know." "Yeah, see you out there." "Ok." I waited for him to ask if Billy was here, but he didn't. That reminded me--I hadn't gone to check on Billy. I went into the bathroom to see if he was there, and took a quick leak. I took my time, washing my hands, thinking of all the good times we'd had this past year. Then, I went back to ask Sean if he'd seen Billy, but he was already gone. I went from one corner of the locker room to the other, but no sign of him. No sign of anyone--the place was empty. I was in the far corner, when I heard a voice. "Hey, sexy." "Billy--is that you?" __________ Email is the only reward a writer receives. Do I get your reward, today? Do you like it? Tell me. I don't bite. Got ideas? Send them. DARE TO GO WHERE YOU'VE NEVER GONE BEFORE AND WRITE ME. sittinhome@hotmail.com (Danny) THANK YOU to all who wrote after the previous chapters. *** Your emails have kept me going, so far. *** Please don't stop, now. Our 'conversations' have been great! --If you want more, please write to me, Danny Meyer, sittinhome@hotmail.com Thanks. --Danny MY OTHER STORY: (Read below) ______________________________________________________________ I HAVE ONE OTHER STORY: "Boyz-brutal-training-school"--an S&M fantasy, in Nifty, Authoritarian. It's not really that brutal but it's not for the very soft-hearted or the squeamish. Read Chapter 1, which contains no S&M,--that will give you a sample of the setting and the tone of the story, if interested in it. --D.M. END OF CHAPTER 36 end of file