Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2004 21:06:08 -0600
From: Josh <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Davey

I've been away from Nifty for a few months now, working on other, less
erotic fiction. But I've had this story idea bouncing around in my head for
some time, based on a guy I knew once. Hope you enjoy.

Davey (t,t,t)

I never thought of myself as gay. My feelings for boys sort of snuck up on
me. I think it began simply with feelings of envy. You see, I started out
tall for my age. The other guys eventually caught up, but during those
"formative years" I was tall and skinny, all elbows and knees. And so I
envied those boys with compact bodies with real muscles and arms and legs
that did what they were supposed to do.

I admired them. And what do you do when you admire? You look. So I looked
at boys long before I realized what all that looking was doing to me. By
the time I entered high school, I had filled out some, lost my clumsiness,
and was no longer taller than everyone else, but it was too late. I was
hooked on looking at boys. And now when I did, my body was always quick to
give its approval.

Those times when I thought a boy might be looking back always flustered
me. I never thought of myself as that great looking, not back then. I had
thick black hair I kept fairly long, a face I thought too narrow, brown
eyes I thought too dark, clear skin I thought too white, and long legs I
thought too hairy. There were a couple of things I was happy with. I liked
my smooth chest and arms. And I really liked my equipment. Hey, I'm
Italian. At least I had something to play with, which I did quite
regularly.

Maybe one reason I always liked Davey was because he was so, I don't know,
opposite. He had straight blond hair that his mom kept long enough to
always be falling over his face. He had amazing eyes, clear blue with long
thick lashes and high fine eyebrows. He had a high brow, firm chin, and
soft lips. And he had one of those compact bodies I like. He was shorter
than me, but that was mostly in the legs. They were not stubby; just a hair
short for someone with his torso.

But we were opposite in a couple of other ways. I was not shy, and he
was. And I guess I am smart. At least tests say so. And Davey, well
something happened when his mom was pregnant and Davey did not turn out
quite right. Oh, he was a beautiful boy and looked intelligent at first
glance. But you only needed to watch a moment to suspect. Once he opened
his mouth, you knew. Davey was a little slow.

We were the same age and our moms had been friends a long time. So I knew
Davey forever. He was like the brother I never had. I liked having him
around. He was always sweet and anxious to please. And gentle. He could
play with a puppy for hours. Or a small child. And it angered me when kids
teased him or worse, shunned him. I'm not sure when I began sticking up for
him. I guess I just always did.

And I'm not sure when I fell in love with him. Maybe I always loved
him. Besides his physical beauty, he was literally the nicest person I
knew. He always smiled. He always wanted to help. And he liked me. It does
something to you when someone spends a couple of years staring at you in
open admiration. Davey was transparent with his feelings. I knew he loved
me.

Davey became my shadow and I didn't mind. Sometimes, he was the only one
around to play with or do things with. I'd play simple games with him; he
actually did pretty well at card games. He also had a bit of athletic
ability, but did not seem to care much for sports.

Sixth grade was the first time I really noticed his body. His mom had taken
us to the local public pool. When we got there, she found a place in the
grass near the pool. "Give me your shirts, boys. And your shorts and
shoes."

"This is my swim suit," I protested. "I don't have on shorts."

"Sorry," she laughed. And when she smiled, I could see how very much Davey
looked like her. And I wished he was smart.

We took off our shirts, and then Davey took of his shorts to reveal a
little speedo. Even back then, he filled both front and back nicely. I
looked at his slim body, rounded butt, and soft skin and it was the first
time my cock responded to the sight of another boy.

"OK, boys. Go swim."

Davey took my hand and I looked around to see if anybody stared at two boys
holding hands. I was easy to embarrass back then.


In seventh grade, I decided I wanted to be a runner but didn't want to go
out for track. None of my other friends wanted to run, so I asked Davey to
run with me. Unfortunately, Davey's muscles were not use to it. Back at my
house after our first run, I could tell we had pushed too hard. Davey kept
rubbing his legs and squirming. So I got him down on the floor and gave him
a good rub down. He lay on his face and I rubbed his back and butt and
legs. As my hands worked over his sweet body, it occurred to me for the
first time that I might be gay.

Davey took to back rubs. I began using them to bribe Davey into running
with me; run and you get a rub down. We ran after school for a whole
semester and got pretty good, not at running, but at rub downs. They became
something special between us. When Davey worked on me and sat astride my
butt, I would feel him hard. But I ignored it. How do you tell someone like
Davey about homosexuality or any sexuality for that matter? Perhaps I could
have taken advantage of him, but I did have one hell of a protector complex
where Davey was concerned. And I really, really did love him.


I didn't know how he managed; it was back before special ed was such a big
thing. But Davey kept passing every year. Maybe the teachers kept passing
him out of compassion. We both made it to high school as freshmen the same
year. I didn't see him much in school because we had way different
classes. Beginning in November though, things changed. His mom worked as a
police dispatcher and they moved her to a really whacky shift from noon to
nine at night. She had no relatives in town and my Mom was like her best
friend, so she turned to us for help.

Actually she turned to me because my mom never got home from work before
seven, so beginning the first week in November, I started walking Davey
back to my house after school to "watch" him.  We'd study, then I fixed
supper for us and Mom so that it would be ready when she got home. And then
his mom picked Davey up when she came home. She offered to pay me, but I
didn't need the pay. She did help Mom some with groceries.

Now I liked Davey. But those first couple of weeks were awkward. Like when
I had a yearbook meeting after school on Wednesday. "Davey, I want you to
wait on the benches by the lockers. OK? You can study."

Those clear blue eyes struggled to understand just why I was dumping
him. "Davey, I just have a yearbook meeting. I'll come get you in about an
hour. OK?"

"Can't I come with you, Mickey?"

Why did he have to look at me with those, those...innocent eyes? "Don't
call me Mickey. It's Michael. We're not in junior high anymore. And it's
going to be boring Davey. Just wait by the lockers."

"Can't I come with you...Michael? I won't be bored. And I'll be quiet. I
promise I'll be quiet."

"No," I insisted. "Leave me alone. You wait by the lockers and I'll get you
later."

And I stormed off feeling really resentful that he made that so hard. I
looked back as I turned the corner and Davey had shrunk like three sizes,
all slumped and sad. Talk about feeling like shit. I tried one other time
to dump Davey with pretty much the same result. So I just gave up. I simply
didn't have the heart to shake him.

And I did resent it for a while. Oh, I didn't resent Davey. It was hard to
be mad at him. And I didn't resent his mom. There certainly wasn't much she
could do. But I did resent the circumstances and there were times I just
wanted to get away from my ever-present shadow. At least Davey was an
awfully nice shadow to look at.

Talk about conflicted. On the one hand I had this really beautiful boy who
seemed to think that I'd hung the moon. I mean, it's pretty heady stuff
walking around with someone who thinks you are the absolute perfection of
mankind. Well he did. On the other hand, there were times I wanted so badly
to get away.

After about the first week, as much as I resisted it, I realized that I
could not simply shove Davey at his books and tell him to study when we got
to my house. He simply sat there, played, hummed, and looked blankly at
them. Oh, from time to time he'd pull out a piece of paper and write
something, but I don't think he had a clue. The kid needed help.

So that second Monday in November, I sat down with Davey and his books at
our kitchen table. He was thrilled. He pulled his chair so close he was
almost in my lap. I had him show me where he was in his history book and
began to review the pages with him.

When he put his arm over the chair behind me and rested his chin atop my
shoulder, a little pleasant "sensation" ran through me. Hell, I don't need
that. I thought about shrugging him off, but...it felt nice. "Pay
attention, Davey."

"I am paying attention, Mickey," he said with deep sincerity, his jaw
tickling my shoulder as he talked. Then I felt the arm on the chair behind
me move to drape itself over my other shoulder.

"Sit up, Davey. Pay attention."

Davey sat up and tried to pay attention. After several minutes he wrapped
his near arm around my arm and laid his head down on my shoulder. "Now cut
that out, Davey. Sit up."

"I'm sorry, Mickey. I was paying attention. I really was." He sat up.

"OK, then. What British General surrendered at Yorktown?"

"Corn-wal-lis." He said it long and slow, as if the syllables had to work
their way around his mouth before they could come out.

"Hmmm. And where did he surrender?"

"York-town."

I fired several more questions at him and he got most right. "Damn,
Davey. Not bad," I finally pronounced.

He ran his arm around mine again and laid his head back on my shoulder. It
was damn bothersome to feel a stir in my pants. "OK, Davey. Sit up. Let's
do something else. How about math? Get out your arithmetic book."

Davey pulled it out and showed me the multiplication problems he had for
homework. All the numbers were double digit. "Are you permitted to use a
calculator?" I asked. He shook his head no. "OK, get started," I told him
and slid my chair away to start on my own homework.

Davey pulled out a sheet of paper and took forever putting his name at the
top. Then he took another eternity numbering the lines down the side. Next,
he chewed on his pencil and slid the book and paper beside each other. I
was appalled when after all that, he simply began entering numbers on the
lines, seemingly at random.

"Davey. Do it right."

He looked up at me and smiled. Then he went back to doing just what he had
been doing, entering numbers on lines.

"Davey," I said flustered and got up from my chair. By the time I stepped
to look over his shoulder, he had entered answers beside every line
number. "Davey," I said, frustrated. "You need to take your time and do it
right."

"I did do it right, Mickey."

"No, Davey, let's just look at the first one." I bent over the book,
prepared to explain how it was wrong, but was surprised to see that it was
right. I looked at the second. It was correct as well. I dug out my
calculator worked down the list. They were all, every one of them,
correct. "How did you do that so fast?"

Davey smiled up at me and shrugged.

"Here," I said, turning the page. "Do these."

Davey began to pull out another sheet of paper. "Don't mess with that
Davey. Just use your pencil and write the answers lightly on the
page. We'll erase them when you're done."

Davey smiled up at me again and simply beamed on my face for a while. He
did that a lot.

"Come on Davey. Do the problems."

He smiled and turned back to the book and then, almost like he was just
putting numbers to put numbers, he moved from problem to problem back and
forth over the page until, in like under a minute he had answered every
one. I tried following along with my calculator. He answered faster than I
could keep up. And every one was right.

I sat back into my chair, dumbfounded. "You're a math whiz."

Davey grinned and rolled his eyes.

"Who's your math teacher?"

"Mrs. Rich-ard-son." Anything over two syllables seemed to take forever
getting out of his mouth. "I like her."

"What does she think about your math?"

Davey giggled. "She thinks I cheat."

"She what?"

He giggled again. "She thinks I cheat. I heard her tell
Mr. Al-bert-son. But she said it didn't matter."

"Why does she think you cheat?"

Davey shrugged.

Well the next morning, I found Davey and dragged him early to
Mrs. Richardson's class where I got in her face. "What kind of teacher are
you?" I asked.

I guess that's not the best way to start a conversation. She frowned,
looking up at me sternly from under her eyebrows and continued grading
papers. "And what is your problem, Mr. Bentolli?"

"I hear you think Davey cheats," I said accusingly. "He doesn't cheat. He's
a math genius."

Mrs. Richardson smiled indulgently. "It's nice he has such a good
friend. And I know he works hard. He's a good student, aren't you Davey?"

Davey nodded.

In frustration I grabbed his math book from him and found a page with
multiplication problems like those the night before. I spread it onto an
open space on her desk, picked up a pencil, handed it to Davey and said,
"Do these."

Mrs. Richardson continued grading papers but watched. As Davey began his
random answering, she smiled this "what a sweet little child" look and then
glanced up at me like "well?"

Davey finished and I grabbed up the book and shoved it in front of her
face. She frowned and looked down at the page, then back at me, "Yes?"

"Check his work," I insisted.

She sighed and looked back at the page. I watched her eyes begin to move
from problem to problem. They widened as she went. She pulled out a
calculator to begin checking. She glanced up at me, and then at Davey. When
she finally set down the calculator, she sat back in her chair and looked
at Davey with something almost resembling awe.

Well that made big news. I was really disappointed when I told Davey's mom
that night and she just shrugged, "Yes, he's always done real well with
arithmetic."

"Well! He's a walking calculator!"

I had Davey do the same two digit multiplication exercise for her and she
finally showed some surprise. "Is there anything he can do with that?" she
asked. "Can he do other kinds of math like that?"

"Mrs. Richardson is going to work with him. We'll find out. I think it's
terrific. Really terrific."

She didn't say a word, but her eyes watered up. Then she gave me a
backbreaking hug. I wasn't sure why.


By the beginning of December, I had gotten use to my shadow. So had my
friends. It wasn't even Michael and Davey. It was just Michael. Davey was
always assumed.

Not only had I gotten use to him, the more time I spent helping him study,
the more I cared about him and how he did. And he was doing really well. I
had to adjust to his particular study habits as in hanging all over me when
he could. When we began lying on the floor to study, I had to fight to keep
his head out of my lap. I sure as hell did not want to have to explain why
that could make me hard. I did let him rest his head on my stomach if I was
on my back, or on my butt if I was on my stomach. I drew the line when he
wanted to actually lay on me to study. The kid was a real cuddler.

But December had barely begun when Davey's mom had to leave town to be with
her dad who needed heart surgery. She asked if Davey could stay with us.

She brought Davey by Sunday night. He held his small bag and clutched a
teddy bear. His mom brought a sleeping bag and pillow. Now you might think
the sight of a fourteen year old boy clutching a teddy bear would look
strange. But it didn't. Davey's normal smile was gone and he looked a
little lost, though he had been to my house every day now for weeks.

His mom took her time. She hugged him and told him how much she loved him
and would miss him and that she would hurry home. He began to cling to
her. I walked over to stand by him. Giving him a final hug, she said, "I
need you to be a young man now, Davey. I want you to be brave and be
helpful to Mrs. Bentolli and Michael. OK"

He nodded, clutching her until she kissed him and pulled away his hands. I
put a hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze. He looked so lost
when she left. I wanted to get his mind off things, and so got out some
cards to play while we watched TV. That seemed to help.

Mom set up the Davey's bedroll on the floor beside my bed in my room before
she went to bed. Davey brightened as we stood side by side at the sink and
brushed our teeth. I tried to get a glimpse of his cock as he took a good
night piss and then felt embarrassed for even thinking such a thing.

We went to my room and I closed the door. I always slept with my door
closed. Davey pulled a pair of pajamas from his bag and began to undress. I
watched him as I took off my own clothes. I had not seen Davey without his
clothes in ages. The view took my breath away. Not only was his skin as
smooth and soft as a baby's, but he had a beautiful body; not particularly
muscled, but with almost no body fat.

I could see almost every muscle in his torso and shoulders. When he pulled
down his pants, his legs were something off a statue. And his briefs. He
had developed quite a package. And judging by the stains on the briefs, all
the plumbing worked quite well. I knew his mom didn't have much money, but
damn, he needed new underwear.

As he began to put on his pajamas, he watched me finish undressing. When I
stood before him in just my briefs, his look became downright hungry. Damn,
I thought, as his look stirred my cock. I quickly pulled back my bedcovers
and crawled in. I knew Davey liked cuddling, but that look...damn.

"Don't you wear pa-ja-mas, Mickey?"

"Nah. I like sleeping in just my underwear."

Davey looked at me for a moment while he digested that strange bit of
information. Then he grinned and quickly took off his pajamas. His briefs
looked just a little bit fuller than they had before. As he crawled into
his sleeping bag, I quickly climbed out of bed, shut of the light, and
retreated back, hoping he didn't notice how full my own briefs were
getting.

I snuggled into my pillow and began trying to clear my mind so that I could
get to sleep. It wouldn't clear. Damn he was beautiful.

"Mickey?" his voice came up tentatively.

"Yeah?"

"Can I sleep with you?"

Talk about an instant storm of emotions. He sounded so pitiful and I
wondered how much he missed his mom. But I also thought bringing him into
my bed was asking for it. What could I say? "Sure"

The word was hardly out of my mouth before his pillow as jammed next to
mine and he was climbing in. The teddy bear evidently stayed on the
floor. I was on my side facing him. He lay down on his side facing me. I
could see a broad smile in the dim light of my room.

"Good night, Davey," I said.

"Good night Mickey.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I was so not sleepy. I opened my eyes
and there he was, just staring at me with this really big smile. "Go to
sleep Davey." I rolled to my other side.

I woke in the night on my back. Davey's head was on my shoulder and he was
cuddled up next to me. I could feel his hard cock against my upper
thigh. It felt long. I was hard as a rock myself and really, really wanted
to go jack off, like five times. But it felt good having Davey's head on my
shoulder. I didn't want to disturb him. So I tried to sleep.

But the more I laid there, the more I became conscious of Davey; of his
golden hair on my shoulder, his warm breath on my chest, the light touch of
his hand resting on my stomach, his one leg so comfortably over mine, and
of course, that hardness on my hip. My cock throbbed.

Come on, I told myself. This is Davey. He's like a little brother. I can't
be thinking what I'm thinking. I moved my arm out from under him and tried
to find a place for it, finally resting my hand on his back, so warm and
smooth. My finger tips just touched the waistband of his underwear.

Davey moved in response to my movement, and snuggled closer to me. His lips
brushed my chest. His hand and leg slid farther onto me. That was it. My
hand and my orgasm raced each other for the end of my cock. I slid my cock
back under my briefs just as it exploded. Oh damn, what a mess. At least, I
decided, I might get to sleep now. With my hand behind Davey's back, I
pulled him even closer to me. He sighed in his sleep and I joined him
there.

In the morning I woke before Davey and dashed to the john to clean up and
get rid of the morning wood before Davey could see. Mom was in the kitchen
when I came out. I slipped back into my room and put on pants before trying
to wake Davey. I didn't want any surprises popping up.

As I stepped up beside the bed, I gasped. I really gasped. Davey lay
sleeping on his side.

In the morning light, golden hair spread over his pillow, Davey was a human
definition of youth and beauty. The cover was down around his hips, leaving
bare that lovely torso. In repose, his face had an almost unspeakable
beauty, his tender lips pressed together, his nostrils flaring oh so
slightly with his breath. For a moment, I could imagine him with full
intelligence and I had a vision of what nature intended him to be before
whatever foul tragedy attacked his young life in the womb. And it was then
that I realized, I truly loved Davey. Not just for who he was, but for who
he was meant to be. And not out of pity. I loved Davey.

My heart pounded in my chest. I longed to bend down and kiss him; feel his
skin, feel him in my arms. Something deep inside me began to ache.

I hated to wake him. I hated to break the spell of the moment. I hated to
wake this young god and return him to childhood.

I touched his shoulder, and then shook him gently. "Davey."

He rolled to his back and opened his eyes. As their blueness focused on me,
a grin spread across his face. I returned the smile as my heart welcomed
back my Davey.

That night, his mom called just before supper. She talked to my Mom and
then asked for Davey. I don't know how much she told him, but while they
talked, my Mom whispered in my ear that Davey's granddad was not doing
well. They weren't sure about the surgery or that he would make it through
if they tried it. Whatever his mom said, Davey's usual smile faded.

Supper was quiet. We watched some TV and Davey sat quietly in a chair. That
night, after we got ready for bed and had both stripped to our underwear, I
crawled into my bed and held the covers open for Davey. He started to crawl
in, then backed away and got the light. Then I felt him crawl in beside me
and his scent filled my bed.

My eyes adjusted to the light, and I could see Davey lying on his back
beside me. His eyes were open as he stared at the ceiling. At first I
thought he was smiling. Then I saw a tear roll out of his eye and down the
side of his face, and I realized that it was not a smile. "Oh, Davey," I
soothed. "You miss your mom? Worried about your granddad?"

Davey turned his face toward me, his eyes full of tears. He said nothing,
but his eyes were eloquent in his hurt and loneliness. In that moment, I
realized that a slow mind did not mean a diminished heart. Davey needed to
be held.

I slid next to him and ran my arm under the back of his head to cradle
him. I pulled him close to me and held him, and to my credit, I did not get
hard. Not right away. But after Davey put his arms around me and pulled
himself close, I did. Damn the erection. I was going to hold and comfort
Davey no matter what. And I did.

We held each other a long time. I felt his own erection rise beside my
own. Our cheeks were together, his breath on my neck. I tenderly kissed
under his ear, and along his cheek. I was loving him. I was trying to be
tender. I don't know how it happened, but my lips wound up on his and he
was kissing back. We pressed our cocks into each other and pulled each
other tighter. Our kiss deepened and was hungry.

His hands began to roam my back and mine his. My heart was racing. I broke
for a breath, placing my cheek back by his, "Oh, Davey," I gasped. "Are you
alright? I don't want to hurt you." I felt him squeeze me and I felt his
lips on my neck. Whatever the capacity of his mind, Davey's body was that
of a youth, of a young man, a young man who held me in his arms and kissed
my neck and melted me.

With absolute clarity, I knew if we went any farther, there would be no
turning back. Things would be very different. My bright mind was a cloud of
confusion. What to say? What to do? I kissed his neck, and the words made
it out before I could think to stop them, "Davey, I love you."

I felt, almost more than heard his whisper in my ear, "I always loved you,
Mickey."

We embraced again, hard, trying to pull our hearts together. I could barely
breathe. Holding Davey like this...I could do it forever. The smell of his
hair filling my nose, his smooth skin next to mine, his tight body entwined
with mine, the strength of his shoulders in my arms, his hardness pressed
against me. I had to touch it. I reached between us and slid my fingers
under the waistband of his briefs. We both gasped as my hand found him,
long, hot, and hard, and the skin; the skin was soft. I squeezed and he
pulled my chest tighter to his. His lips found mine and we kissed. I pushed
in with my tongue and his mouth was hot and wet and wonderful.

I stroked and he pumped into my hand. I reached in farther and cupped his
balls. I had no idea that holding something, someone in my hand could be so
exciting. Still holding me tight in his arms and with his mouth pressed
firmly to mine, Davey rolled onto to his back and he spread his legs. I
pulled my hand from his underwear and laid myself down on him, my legs
between his. I wrapped my arms once more around him as we began to grind
ourselves together. His hands found their way down my back and into my
briefs as he grabbed two handfuls of my butt.

His hands were familiar, possessive and felt so good there. Davey pulled me
to him and we ground together. He pushed down on the waistband of my
underwear. I knelt up and pulled down his, lifting them off as he lifted
his legs. Then I quickly pulled mine off and laid back down on him. Our
naked cocks pressed hard against our bellies as we ground. Davey wrapped
his legs up over my butt and I humped under them.

It was heaven. I never wanted to stop. All the things I had ever heard or
imagined that boys could do together in love, I wanted to do with
Davey. But not yet. Right now I was doing exactly what I wanted to do as I
felt his tight body responding under me, rising to meet me, his mouth open
hot to mine.

All the sensations from his legs around me to our balls squeezing together
to our cocks to our lips to our arms, they overwhelmed. Thought left
me. There was only feeling and Davey.

Davey's arms drifted up my back until his hands rested high up the long
muscles on either side of my backbone. I liked the feel of them there. I
was quickly learning that wherever Davey put his hands, their warmth and
touch excited me and drew my attention. I never wanted his hands to leave
my flesh.

Davey whimpered and pulled me hard to him. His hands walked down my back
and clutched once more at my butt cheeks pulling them apart. That little
bit of odd stimulation was all I needed. I felt my balls tighten and a deep
churning right before my cum exploded between us. Davey whimpered more
loudly and I tried to silence him with my mouth on his. And then I felt his
cum join mine and still we ground on.

I felt like I had wanted him all my life. And now he was in my arms and I
loved him so much. Once was not going to be enough; not nearly enough.

We stayed hard and I rolled us on to my back. I spread my legs like Davey
had done for me, and I felt him settle in between them. Our cocks and
bellies were slick with each other now. I held his face and kissed his
forehead, his eyes, his nose, his cheeks. He pressed his lips to mine and
held me by the shoulders as he pressed his tongue into my mouth as I had
done to him. My cock spasmed and hardened rock solid again. My hands slid
back down the silky skin of his back to the firm mounds of his but (butt)
and I held him close as we ground on. I wrapped my legs around him and
gurgled with the delight of his balls pressing so firmly on mine. His hands
came up to either side of my face and his head rolled back and forth as his
tongue plunged into all the recesses of my mouth. His hair fell over my
face and curtained off our lips in tender privacy.

I didn't understand it at the time. I'm not sure I can explain it now. But
my belly heaved and my breath caught. Tears filled my eyes as I kissed back
just as hungrily. I had been starved for a very, very long time, starved
for Davey.

Davey began moving his mouth hungrily over my face and my neck. Neither one
of us knew how to make love except by instinct. But those instincts were
powered by a great hunger and Davey made love to me like a man.

We ground and ground until my belly began to ache. I forgot my tears as
Davey kissed my throat and humped faster. "Can you cum again, Davey? Cause
I think I am going to."

"Cum. Yes. Me too, Mickey."

 My hands still grasping his butt cheeks, I slid him back and forth on me
and rocked my hips forward to press our balls together, and it began to
rise in me, my orgasm. "Davey. I'm going to cum soon."

His face buried itself in my neck as his hands reached down under to my
butt and he pulled me up to meet him. He began to whimper again and I felt
his teeth on the nape of my neck. He let out a little cry and came
again. As he stiffened against me, my hips moved into a frenzy and my cum
joined his.

We came down slowly. Our breathing returned to normal. We needed to clean
up, but I didn't care to move. I wrapped my arms over Davey's back. He
sighed and snuggled into me. Damn we were a mess. "I love you, Davey."

"I love you, Mickey."

He struggled from my arms long enough to pull covers over us. Then he
snuggled back into my arms and sighed contentedly. I held him close and
tried to take in all the sensations of Davey lying on me. Suddenly the
tears were back. My throat constricted. I stifled a sob. Davey raised his
head. I tried to smile. A frown creased his brow as he looked at my
watering eyes. He slid up on me and gently placed his lips on first one
eye, then the other, wiping away my tears with his lips. Then he kissed my
nose and my lips lightly. I squeezed him and smiled gratefully. He smiled
back and snuggled back down onto me, his forehead nuzzled under my chin.


I woke early in the morning. Davey had slid off to the side and lay on me,
one leg over my crotch, one arm over my chest. It pleased me that he seemed
to like sleeping that way. I turned my head to blow the hair on top of his
head. He snuggled closer and I could feel his erection against me. That was
OK. I was hard too.

We definitely needed to clean up before breakfast. I could hear water
running through the pipes and recognized the sound as Mom showering. Now
was as good a time as any. I kissed the top of Davey's head and rubbed his
back. "Davey. Time to wake up."

He groaned and pulled tightly against me.

"Common, Davey. We need to clean up before breakfast." I tried sitting
up. He held me strongly in his arms and I couldn't. I laughed. "Come on,
Davey. We need to shower up."

His head popped up and he looked up at me, "Shower? Together?"

"Yes. Together if that will get you out of bed."

He hopped up and I got my first look at all of him in the daylight. Oh,
damn. His cock stuck out straight and thick with a nice crown. Both his
cock and balls were flushed red. What little pubic hair he had was dark
blond. He turned to get clothes from his bag and I watched muscles move in
his butt as he bent over.

I roused myself from my reverie and grabbed up clean clothes myself. I
opened the door and checked. My mom's door was still closed. "Come on," I
waved for Davey to follow. He giggled as we both ran naked, clothes
clutched to our chests down the short hall into my bathroom.

I closed and locked the door. Then I put my clothes down on top of the
hamper and told Davey to do the same. As soon as he did, I had him in my
arms, smothering him with kisses. Our lips met and our bodies melted
together. It was so hard to pull apart to start the shower, and even harder
to pull apart to step in.

Mine is a tub shower, with a shower curtain. I maneuvered us back and
forth, taking turns under the showerhead. As we scrubbed up, our hands
found each other's cock and balls. We lathered and stroked and massaged. We
stepped closer together.

I turned Davey under the showerhead to rinse him, and then turned him back
and dropped to my knees before him. We didn't have much time, but I wanted
to do this. I took his cock in my hand and tentatively licked the
end. There wasn't really any taste. I put my mouth over it and Davey
staggered. I let him lean back against the wall and then took him into my
mouth again. I began to lick and suck, trying to find out what pleased. I
knew enough to keep my teeth off him and I think I did OK because he began
squirming, then grabbed my head and started plunging his cock in farther. I
tried not to choke.

It did not take long before he was bucking and whimpering. I tasted his
precum and liked it. Then, suddenly, he was squirting hard into my mouth. I
swallowed almost before I could taste it. It didn't taste like I thought it
would, more salty, but alright.

I sucked him dry and he began to get sensitive, pushing me off. I stood up
and finished rinsing myself while Davey continued to lean back against the
wall recovering. I smiled and he smiled back. I reached to turn off the
water and he stopped my hand.

Then he knelt before me. I trembled as I waited. He started as I did with a
hand on my cock and two licks to the tip. My knees almost buckled. Then he
placed his mouth over me, that hot wet mouth. The sensation as his lips
closed over my shaft and his tongue came up under the crown was more
incredible than I ever imagined it could be. So incredible that I came
before he bobbed up and down a half dozen times. I came, gasping and
weak. He sucked me dry and then stood before me. I pulled him close and we
kissed. I could taste my cum in his mouth. We embraced under the shower as
the water turned cold.

I quickly shut it off, and grabbed towels. I handed one to Davey and then
began to dry his back with the other. "Davey, we can't tell anybody about
this."

"I know," he giggled, trying to reach to dry my back while I was drying
his.

"Just wait. I'll let you dry my back in a second. Seriously, we can't tell
anybody about this. They wouldn't let us see each other any more."

His eyes grew wide. I repeated, "Seriously, Davey. Nobody. You can't tell
anybody about what we've done."

He nodded slowly, "I know, Mickey. I wasn't going to tell anybody."

"Just be sure you don't. And don't try to hug or anything like that when
we're at school or with other people, OK."

He nodded again, then asked, "Can we do it again sometime?"

"Yeah, man," I said, stepping from the tub. "Like this afternoon?"

Davey let out a "Yippee" as he stepped from the shower after me and began
toweling my back.

"Nobody, Davey. Don't tell anybody."

"I won't Mickey," he assured me, just before he kissed my back.


As we left for school that morning, I could barely think. On one hand, I
fairly floated down the street, I was in love, really in love. And what a
night! But I was also worried. Was Davey OK? Was our friendship OK? I
didn't think I could bear to lose him. Not now.

And my mind raced ahead to the afternoon. Now you have to understand that
after all those years of looking at other boys and listening carefully
whenever anyone talked about queers or gays or cocksuckers, I had an
imagination full of things I had saved up to try with a boy when I had a
chance. And now I wanted to try them all with Davey.

But I also wanted to be gentle and tender. I wanted to protect and nourish
what had started between us. I loved Davey and was horrified by my own
temptation to ever use him for my own satisfaction. I couldn't live myself
if I less than loved him.

And to be frank, there was a part of me that was worried. Bad enough to be
gay, but to be gay and taking advantage of a sweet innocent like Davey. I
could imagine being shipped off to some kid's jail, or worse. People
wouldn't understand. They wouldn't understand that I really loved Davey and
that he loved me. They wouldn't understand that the boy with a slow mind
was a youth with just as much fire in his balls as the next boy.

And I marveled at the change in my life since the night before. It was like
I had been saving up all sorts of love and then, when I held him in my
arms, we put a match to it. I wanted him in my arms forever.

And there was the rub for a lusty young boy like me. I mean, trying lots of
different sex with Davey would be fun. But a large part of me just wanted
to hold him. I wanted my love to be as pure as his.

I found myself looking for him all day. When we sat together with my
friends for lunch, I had trouble keeping my eyes off him. Davey just smiled
a lot, even more than usual. And he winked at me a couple of times. I would
have worried, but nobody thought much about what Davey did.

After school, I almost ran us home. Once inside, we pulled off our jackets
and I drug Davey back to our room and threw my arms around him. He was
ready and we locked our bodies together. He was in my arms and life was
bliss. I nuzzled his hair and breathed deep. I squeezed his body in my
arms. He pulled his smiling face back from mine and was positively
radiant. He pursed his lips and closed his eyes and my cock literally
jumped in my pants. I hugged harder and put my lips on his.

My room had a large window with two rows of shutters instead of drapes. I
always kept the bottom row closed and the top open. I thought briefly of
closing the top ones, but decided against it. No one was going to look in
and I wanted to see Davey in as much light at I could.

I felt his cock press against me and forgot all about the windows. Man, I
was grateful that whatever happened in the womb had definitely not effected
Davey's equipment, or the longing and instincts that equipment sparked. He
pressed his body against mine as we struggled to breathe and kiss.

Davey tugged at my shirt and pulled it out of my pants. Then he ran his
hands up my sides under my shirt. I moaned loudly. Without Mom around, I
could make all the noise I wanted. Davey lifted my shirt up and we pulled
it off over my head, "Damn, Davey, you're a little wild fire."

He looked at me with a really serious expression, and then held my sides as
his eyes dropped to rove approvingly over my torso. He bent forward and
kissed me in the middle of my chest. Then he kissed each of my nipples and
I shuddered with the second. Davey smiled up and me, and kissed up my
neck. I cupped my hand behind his head and threw my head back as he
did. Then he stood back up straight and gave me a really big "did you like
that?" hopeful grin. I laughed and put my arms around his neck and touched
our foreheads together. "You're incredible Davey. Math and love; you're a
whiz."

He laughed and literally bounced in my arms as he enthusiastically kissed
my neck. I pulled up his shirt and lifted it off over his head. Then while
he kissed on my neck, I worked him back to the bed and laid him back on
it. While his legs were still over the side, I kissed his belly, then his
basket, and then I reached down and took off his shoes. He giggled as I
pulled the socks off his feet.

I bent back over him and kissed his lips as my hand worked on his belt. I
unfastened the belt and his pants. And started to pull them down. "Lift
your butt, Davey." He did, and I pulled down the pants and his underwear
with them. His slim hips came into view, then his pubic patch, and then his
cock sprang free and plopped up on his belly. He laughed and grabbed it
with his hand, stroking. I pulled his pants off.

Then I stood beside the bed while I took off my own shoes and socks and
then my pants and underwear. Davey watched me avidly, stroking
himself. When I was done, I scooted him up onto the bed, spread his legs
and laid myself down between them. I lowered myself onto him slowly,
watching his eyes as our balls met, then our cocks, then our bellies. By
the time our chests met, my eyes were inches from his. I paused. Then
lowered my mouth onto his. We sighed at the same time. I expected a giggle,
but there was none. Instead, his mouth opened and I found once more the hot
wonder of it.

We kissed and ground. When we came up for breath about the tenth time, I
finally asked, "Do you want to try something new? It's ok if you don't."

He didn't answer, but just pulled my face back down to his and wrapped his
arms around my neck. I didn't know if that was meant to be an answer, but I
was happy. We continued to grind and kiss. We rolled to our sides and then
to my back and Davey smothered my face with kisses while I pulled him by
his firm little butt hard to me.

His kisses moved down my neck and he backed his butt down out of my
hands. He kissed down onto my chest. He kissed me like a hen pecking at the
ground, his kisses growing wetter as he went. Each peck sent a little shock
through my body. My hands slid up his smooth back. The muscles beneath his
skin moved and flexed as his hands roamed where his kisses had left or to
where they were headed. The kisses moved down off my chest and onto my
belly. I ran my fingers through his hair and I began to writhe under his
ministrations. I kept my legs close enough together to feel his body
between them as he slid farther and farther down.

His kisses moved on to my lower abdomen and my cock throbbed to be
next. And then he kissed it and the pecks slowed, the kisses lingered. He
licked up and down the length of my cock. Then he stopped and simply looked
at me there. My cock throbbed in anticipation. I lifted my crotch
hopefully. I saw his head descend and felt his tongue on my balls. I
squealed. Yeah, squealed. He licked all over them.

"Davey. Spin around. Put your legs up here so I can do you too."

He looked up at me, his mouth all wet.

"Come on, spin around. Keep your mouth down there, please, but put your
feet up here so I can do you too. Come on." I reached out a hand. Davey got
the idea and spun into position. I guided his hips until his loose,
hairless balls hung right over me. I reached up with my tongue and licked
them. Davey purred. I pulled his hips down on me and buried my face behind
his balls into his perineum and rubbed hard with my closed mouth. I heard
Davey coo "Ooooooh."

His smell was rich and tangy. I wiped my face all over it and breathed
deep. I licked up the back of his balls and loved his taste.

Then I felt his hand on my cock, followed by his tongue. His mouth closed
over my shaft and I felt his tongue swirl over my crown. It was all I could
do to not clamp his head between my legs. What I did do was force up his
hips and began my own work on his cock.

We tried to find a rhythm, but were both squirming and humping in delicious
abandon. Somehow I always imagined a sixty-nine to be a slow tender
thing. Uh, uh. Not with Davey. Slow and tender went out the window for me
as his balls bounced on my upper lip and his smell filled my nostrils.

As things got crazy, his teeth began to scratch and I had to pull off to
tell him what not to do. It was only a brief pause and we were back at
it. I wanted to do the very best job I could do. I wanted to blow Davey
away. Partly because that's what he was doing to me. For Davey, I think it
came naturally.

Our hands roamed each other's legs and bodies. I couldn't decide what was
more exciting, his body under my hands or his hands on my body. We began to
suck and thrust faster. I watched his balls pull up tighter and tighter.

I wanted it. I wanted him to cum. I sucked, I coaxed, and when he did cum,
my body thrilled and my own orgasm erupted as I savored his taste and the
feel of his cock in my mouth. We slowed and sucked each other clean.

I softened and Davey rubbed his face in my balls. His butt, up close looked
so damn hot, that my semi stayed semi. I rubbed the globes of his ass and
spread them apart, examining his hairless crack and pink rosebud. I touched
it and he giggled and rolled off me.

Davey squirmed around and crawled into my arms. His ever present smile
hovered over me while he drew his forefinger lightly down over my forehead
and nose. "You ready to study?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Me neither," I said and quickly rolled him onto his
back, covering him with my body and his face with my kisses. Our arms
tightened around each other and our cocks began to harden between us. He
wrapped his legs around me and I remembered a line from a movie I saw once
where someone accused the gay guy of throwing up his legs for every cute
guy. The way they said it, accompanied with hand gestures, made it clear to
me that anal could be done face to face. Davey had such a great butt.

"Could we try something else?" I asked as I nuzzled his cheek.

"Uh, huh."

I pulled my head back and looked at him. "You said yes?"

"Yes."

"It's different, and I hear it can be a little uncomfortable at first. I
won't hurt you. We can stop any time and you can do me after I do you."

He just kept on loving me with his eyes. "Hold on," I said. "I'll be right
back."

I knew enough to know lube of some kind was a good idea. I scrambled to the
bathroom and grabbed the lotion I had figured earlier might work, and then
I dashed back to my room, slammed the door, and jumped onto the bed. I was
rock hard in anticipation.

I knelt between Davey's legs and smiled up at him. "I love you, Davey."

"I love you, Mickey."

I rubbed my hands up and down the inside of his legs. "You know I wouldn't
hurt you?" My hand moved onto his balls. Davey's eyes rolled up in his head
and he moaned. You tell me to stop anytime, OK?"

"Don't stop."

"I mean after we start trying the new thing."

With his eyes still rolled up and his head back, I heard a faint, "OK"

I put a hand under each of his knees and pushed his legs up. Not high
enough. I grabbed my pillow and shoved it under his butt. Then I pushed his
legs far up and said, "Hold them there. Then with one hand caressing his
balls, I squirted lotion from the dispenser onto my other hand. I worked
some onto my cock. Then I got more lotion and worked it around his anus,
and then in. Davey's cock was hard and his perineum swollen. I moved my
free hand to them while with the other I slowly worked a finger into his
hole.

Davey squirmed and frowned. I held the finger still until the frown
faded. Then I probed for where I supposed the prostate should be. From
Davey's squirming and wide eyes, I figured I was hitting the area, which
was not a huge surprise since I had studied every diagram of male anatomy I
had ever run across.

I pulled out my finger at the same time I placed my cock head at his
hole. As the finger came out, I forced the head in. Davey frowned again and
I held still, my cock throbbing as the tight ring of his sphincter squeezed
and pushed against me. I didn't want to lose ground and pushed just a bit
more in. My crown slid past his sphincter and the feeling was incredible. I
bent over Davey and watched him as I slowly pushed in. The strain showed in
Davey's face; the exquisite pleasure in mine. I took my time until I felt
his sphincter at the base of my shaft and my balls pressed against him. I
lowered myself down onto Davey and kissed him. He put his arms around me
and we just held together for a moment.

And then I began to move. I encircled his shoulders with my arms and kept
my face pressed beside his and began to pump into him from my hips. I could
feel his cock on my belly. He was still hard.

It was as good as I could have imagined. I began with long slow
strokes. But I couldn't help picking up speed. As I moved, I felt Davey
relax and begin moving under me, his body undulating down onto my cock,
then up to press his cock to my belly. I lifted my head to look into his
eyes. They were rolled back again, his mouth open. Without looking, he
wrapped his arms up to the small of my back and pulled me down toward his
upward thrusts.

I snaked my arms under him and wrapped them about him. I held him tight and
resisted the urge to try to lift him up in my arms while I fucked
him. Instead, I buried my face into the side of his and moaned my delight.

With each plunge in, I ground against him. Somewhere along the line, my
pelvic muscles developed a life of their own as reflexes took over and my
body began thrusting deep and hard all on its own. I didn't even have to
think about it. There is a fucking reflex and Davey's body under me
triggered it. Nothing was going to stop it short of a crashing orgasm.

Davey and I finally found a rhythm, our bodies arching powerfully
together. I marveled at the strength of his body under me. His slender form
was all muscle and sinew and twisting and writhing; all on my cock each
time I buried it into him.

And I did pull him up. I wrapped my arms under his back and pulled him
upright onto my lap as my orgasm boiled up. My arms stayed tight about him
and his cock rubbed my gut. His chest rose and fell under my
nostrils. Sweat dripped from us as I pulled him hard down on me, rose on my
knees, and blasted my seed into him. We slowed and I kissed his chest. He
looked down at me and lowered his face to mine, running his fingers into my
hair. His blue eyes shone on mine as our lips met and his hair fell again
to curtain our lips.  We kissed as the last of my cum seeped into him.

We held each other while I softened. "Your turn," I whispered hoarsely.

"Huh?"

"Your turn to try the new thing."

He held my face and planted another kiss as my cock slipped out of him. He
put his arms around my neck and hugged me. His cock was still hard and
pressed against my stomach.

"Davey?"

"Uh, huh."

"Your turn."

He kissed me again.

"Davey, I want you to try it."

He kissed me again.

"Davey, I want you to fuck me."

His cock twitched against my stomach. I grinned, "You want to. I know it."
I laid him back down onto the bed. Then I bent over him and smiled down on
him. "You're going to like this, Davey." I kissed his nose, then his
throat, then his chest.  Then I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked it
gently. Then I kissed across to the other nipple and sucked it. As I
kissed, I slid my bottom down over his cock, making a point of pressing my
perineum onto his cock.

I kept myself planted on him while I reached for the lotion. He watched me
as I rose on my knees and worked lotion into my butt. Then I watched
Davey's face while I lubed his cock. He rolled his eyes, his mouth opened
in a silent gasp.

I held his cock firmly and backed on to it, not really knowing what to
expect. Damn, I liked holding his cock. Felt damn good in my hand. But then
the tip slid into my crack and touched my hole. Talk about a bolt of
electricity. I froze. And then I saw Davey's face, eyes tightly shut, lips
pressed together. Oh, how I wanted him to enjoy this. I pushed my butt back
and held his cock firmly as it tried to slip off to the side. Another push
and the crown popped in. It felt strange, but it didn't hurt. I thought it
would hurt. But it didn't hurt. I pushed all the way back with my butt and
he slid in. Well that hurt. A little. I gasped. Held it. Then pushed myself
firmly down on him.

Tentatively, I rose up and then sat back down. OK. Not bad. I did it
again. And again. I pulled out almost to his crown and slid back down. I
began to bounce, and slide. And surprisingly, I liked the feel.

A smile spread slowly across Davey's face. I wanted the smile bigger and
bounced faster. His hands found my thighs and grabbed on as I bounced. My
cock flopped around over his smooth, flat belly, and I began to get hard
once more. He began lifting his hips to meet me. I bent to kiss his lips
and his eyes opened lazily. They barely focused on me. He had a lopsided
grin and a goofy dazed look.

"You like this, Davey?"

He nodded.

"I like it too. I mean I like what you're doing and I also liked doing it."
I thought a moment. "You might like doing it like I did. Let's try."

I rose up off him and suddenly had this really empty feeling. Davey let out
a sad whimper. I rolled onto my back and lifted my legs. Turning to face
him, I said, "Come get me."

I didn't need to say it twice. While he scooted down to my bottom, I shoved
my pillow under my butt. Davey knelt up, one hand aiming his cock, the
other on my balls. His hair hung down over his face. I stared at his body,
so perfect, so smooth. The muscles in his chest and belly seemed to have
developed even more definition in the last day. Davey pushed and entered
me, sliding all the way forward. When he bottomed out, I sighed gratefully.

Davey fell forward over me, bringing his knees forward, tightening his
tuck. He wrapped his loins onto my bottom and pressed his belly against my
cock as he leaned forward and I leaned up to kiss. He began to move. And I
became very hard.

Davey supported himself with a hand on the bed on each side of me. He
watched my face as he pumped in and out of me from his hips, and I watched
his face. And every few pumps, he bent to kiss me. I began to enjoy the
sensations, the ones inside, and the ones outside as his belly caressed
some of my favorite places. I wondered, am I a bottom? Then I thought back
to when I was on top. This would be a hard decision.

I ran my hands up and down Davey's sides, feeling his strong little lats,
and the smoothness of his soft skin. I reached farther to feel the sides of
his firm butt as he worked on me, and I watch as his eyes rolled up and
closed. His hung open, almost like he was in pain, and small grunts began
to punctuate his thrusts. He pumped faster.

Faster and faster until his hips were pistoning at full speed and I
wondered if my butt was going to give me it's own orgasm. Forget the
prostate; I didn't know a butt hole could feel like this. No, don't forget
the prostate. There was magic there too.

Danny bent to kiss and I wrapped my arms over his back. I opened my mouth
and his tongue entered me just as he convulsed in one final hard, deep
thrust and I actually could feel his cum shoot into me. He whimpered into
my mouth and pushed his pelvis even harder against my butt. I could feel
him throbbing in my hole.

And then it was over, and still we held the kiss. I felt him relax in my
arms. His tongue explored my mouth as his cock stayed hard inside me. Then
he lazily began to pump again, and I wondered if we would go for another
round.

He broke the kiss and leaned back up, still pumping, but smiling
benevolently on me. "Davey, you're incredible." I breathed and his smile
became a wide grin. "You like this?" I asked.

"Uh, huh."

"You going to keep going?"

He looked thoughtful, and then bent down to kiss me, and still he
pumped. We kissed and moved. I pushed my cock up against him and I felt him
slide a hand between us and he grasped my shaft. He sat up and as he
continued to slowly move in and out of me, he played with my cock and
balls. He examined them as if getting a good look for the first time. He
lifted my balls and rolled them around on his hand. He wrapped a hand
around my cock and slid my foreskin up and back. He took his other
forefinger and very lightly traced circles over my damp crown. He pointed
it up at his face and pulled the slit open as if trying to see down it.

He stroked it and I sighed. He looked up at me and stroked it again. I
humped my hips and moaned. He began stroking with both hands, a hand high
and a hand low. The top hand taking my foreskin up over the crown.

I began to do some of the work, moving my hips to lift me up and down on
his cock and in and out of his hands. We never picked up speed. We simply
kept the strokes long. It was pleasant. Very pleasant. We did it so long, I
wondered about stopping. We had done no homework and I had supper to
fix. But it felt so good.

Just when I had decided that we had cum too many times since the night
before and might as well stop, Davey closed his eyes and whimpered. His
hands squeezed hard on my cock and I felt my balls roll up. He moved his
hands from my cock to grab my hips and he began to rise high on his knees
to penetrate me more deeply. He held my hips tightly as he thrust harder
against me. I grabbed my cock and balls and began to stroke fast. If Davey
was going to cum again, then damn, I wanted to cum with him.

He was literally lifting my butt with his thrusts. I could feel him sliding
pleasantly against things inside. I pressed back against him and stroked
faster. My body responded, reluctantly, almost painfully. I cried out with
the intensity of it as my body struggled to bring forth even a couple of
squirts of cum. Davey watched and lifted my hips with his hands as he rose
up on his knees and pounded hard and fast into me. He threw back his head
and cried out. Every muscle in his body tightened and joined in his
orgasm. He arched and I clamped my butt hole on him. He held me there and
nothing moved but his throbbing cock.

Slowly we relaxed. Davey watched at me as he lowered my hips back down. His
eyes were all glazed over. "I've created a monster," I mumbled. He focused
and I grinned. "Have fun?"

He laid down on me, and his cock finally came out. He nuzzled his face into
my neck and snuggled into my arms. Damn he felt good. I brushed my hands up
and down his back and kissed the top of his head. "I love you, Mickey."

"I love you, Davey."

Mom didn't ask why supper was not ready when she got home. I was only a
little late with it. Davey's mom called to say her dad was doing better and
the surgery was back on for the next day. Mom cleaned up and we
studied. Poor Mom thought they were giving us much too much homework.

That night, back in my room, I took off all my clothes, briefs included
before I got in bed and held back the covers for Davey. He smiled and took
of (off) his underwear too. He turned out the light and crawled in beside
me.

Now you would think we had sexed ourselves out. I certainly thought so. But
before we knew what was happening, Davey lay atop me as we rubbed our cocks
together and kissed deeply. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and we
each came once more before falling asleep in each other's arms.

I later looked back on those two weeks that Davey's mom was gone as sort of
a honeymoon. I know it sounds sappy. But everyday when we came home, every
night we went to bed, and often in the mornings when we showered, we stayed
in each other's arms or in each other's...other things. And we taught
ourselves the art of making love. Davey may be slow in some things, but not
in that.

I walked around smiling more that Davey. I had never been so happy or
imagined that you could be. There was only one incident that spoiled our
perfect time.

I sort of blame myself for what happened. There was this jock in our
school; a really good looking red headed sophomore by the name of Brandon
Fox. Most of the time he was alright, but he did have just the faintest
streak of bully in him.

I had seen the way Davey looked at Brandon. I think he had a bit of a
school boy crush on him; not that Davey explicitly thought about sex with
Brandon. Well, I guess I can't say that because I didn't always know what
was going on in Davey's mind. I think though, that Davey just liked looking
at Brandon. Unfortunately, Davey is so damn transparent. And after what we
had been doing, I guess something got too transparent.

It was after the mid morning class and something just didn't feel
right. Maybe it was a sixth sense. I knew where Davey walked between each
class. Hell, I'd researched it just so I could see his smile between my own
classes. Now I raced for where I thought Davey might be and he wasn't
there. I looked around. Down the hall I saw Brandon's red head facing off
against a shorter blond one. I raced down the hall

Davey was looking downcast at the floor, a tear rolling down his cheek
while Brandon called him names that nobody should call another
person. "Hey," I stepped between them, challenging, "What's the problem,
Brandon?"

He stopped his tirade and glared at me. "He gives me the creeps the way he
stares at me and follows me. Tell him to stay away."

"Maybe he just likes you. He doesn't always have the best taste."

"The little creep doesn't even belong in a school with normal people."

That hurt. I balled my fists up and only my dazzling intelligence kept me
from hitting him. Through clenched teeth, I said, "We know who's the creep
here, Brandon. Davey's twice the decent human being you are."

Brandon gasped in surprise and then laughed as if what I had said was the
most preposterous thing he'd ever heard.

"You know nothing," I hissed, "of heart or character or courage...or
intelligence, you brain-in-the-balls jock. It's not all about how much you
can bench press."

Sometimes even smart people do stupid things. There was a crowd of people
around us now and they all heard what I said. Brandon's professional coat
holder, Geoff, a tall dark haired boy the girls all loved, snickered.

Brandon flushed red and stepped closer to me. "Listen you little nerd, I'm
twice the man you are."

"Not by anything you can measure."

He knew by the tone it was meant as an insult, I simply had not phrased it
correctly for my target audience. Others snickered though.

He grabbed my shirt and jerked my face up to his, "Listen Bentolli, get out
of my face and take your little retard with you."

As I said, smart people can do stupid things. I was much too close for my
swipe at his jaw to do much good, especially since he shoved me back and I
missed him completely. Then a blow to my solar plexus doubled me over; a
dropped elbow punched me to the ground and a kick to the ribs winded
me. Groveling on the ground, I had no idea what Davey did, if he did
anything. I just felt it hard when his body dropped onto mine.

I struggled to catch my breath and tried to turn to make sure Davey was
OK. Suddenly, his face was in mine, his brows knit in concern. "Mickey? You
OK, Mickey?"

"Michael," I tried to breathe. "I told you that in school it's Michael." He
looked so concerned for me. So serious. "Shit, call me Mickey." I sat
up. Kids stared as they walked past. "You OK, Davey?"

He sat down beside me. "Uh, huh. I'm sorry Mickey."

"It's not your fault, Davey. He's just a prick."

I struggled to my feet, my breath returning. "You just need to be careful
how you look at other guys." I whispered. "Don't look at their bodies like
you want to have sex with them." Davey stared at me trying to
comprehend. "Besides," I added. "I might get jealous." I looked into his
eyes and wondered if he could even understand jealousy. It might hurt him
if I ever ran off with someone else, but I don't think he was capable of
outright jealousy.

That night, I said to my mom, "You know how you've been asking me for weeks
what I want for Christmas?"

"Yeah, and you haven't given me anything except underwear."

"That's because I knew you were going to buy clothes anyway." And what I
didn't say was that I knew she couldn't afford much else. But since I was
still mad about what happened with Brandon, I said, "I'd like a set of
weights. They don't have to be expensive. But Davey and I need to start
working out."

Davey looked up at me from where he was reading on the floor, not sure what
I was proposing for us.

My mom smiled and shook her head. "Boys! You really want a set of weights
for Christmas?"

"Well, not if we can't afford them. Maybe we can just do pushups and
sit-ups and stuff."

"If I get them, will you promise to use them?"

"Yes."

That night, Davey worried over the bruise on my back and on my side. He
kissed them tenderly before his kisses moved on to other tender areas.

Davey, to his credit, took the lesson of Brandon to heart and for the first
time in his life, learned to not be so transparent.

Christmas day, Davey and his mom came over to celebrate the holiday with
us. Before dinner, our two moms took us out to my mom's car. She opened the
trunk. Inside was a weight set; a really nice weight set with real iron
plates and not the plastic covered concrete stuff.

I gratefully hugged my mom, though by now I wondered if weights were really
such a good idea. She said, "You need to thank Davey's mom too. We went
together on these. They're for Davey as well."

I thanked Davey's mom and Davey thanked mine, though I wasn't sure what he
thought of the whole thing.

My mom added, "The guy at the store said you would need a weight bench. I
found a good one in the classifieds. I told the guy we're buying it from
that we would pick it up this afternoon."

That did it. After Mom did all that, there was no way we could not work out
with them.

That evening, before they left, I dragged Davey back to my room after he
had put his jacket on. "I have a Christmas present for you," I told him. I
handed him one of the two packages of colored briefs my Mom had given me
for Christmas. "Hide them in your jacket, OK?"

Davey held the package in his hands, turning it over and examining the
picture of the well hung model.

"They're underwear. See, I got a package too." I held up the other
package. "We can each wear sexy new underwear. I want to see a pair on you
tomorrow. OK?"

He nodded and rearranged himself, to my delight. Then he gave me a
passionate, lingering kiss. And I had to rearrange myself.


Davey and I began working out right away. We really didn't know what we
were doing. As much as anything, we modeled new underwear, or worked out
naked between love making sessions. We must have done some good though,
because after a few weeks we both looked, well almost buff.

Then one day in mid April, I noticed Brandon sitting by himself at
lunch. Now Brandon never sat by himself. He always had a crowd of
friends. I asked the friends that we always ate with if they knew what was
up. Nobody had a clue.

By the next day, though, the whole school did. Brandon was again alone at
lunch. Benjamin, one of the guys in our group leaned in confidentially and
told us, "I know why nobody's eating with Brandon." He smiled as he got our
attention. "He got busted." Benjamin giggled. "He got busted at the park,
exposing himself to an undercover cop...a male undercover cop."

Damn, I thought. What goes around comes around, and I thought about how
sweet justice could be. Then I noticed the way Davey looked at Brandon. It
was compassion itself. Did Davey understand all this? Or did he just
instinctively feel sorry for a boy he saw sitting all alone. Shit, I
thought, there goes the happy revenge feeling.

Each day Brandon sat alone at lunch. And each day, Davey watched him with
sad eyes. Finally, after a week of it, I told Davey to follow me after we'd
gotten our trays. I walked us up to Brandon's table. "Could we sit with
you?" I asked.

"Gees, Bentolli. Isn't it bad enough? Buzz off."

Well, I'd tried. I turned to leave when I heard Davey say sweetly behind
me, "I like you Brandon."

"Shit," was Brandon's only reply.

"Come on Davey. He's still too good for us."

We went on to our usual table, but Davey kept looking over his shoulder at
Brandon. It was too much for Brandon. He angrily got up from his table and
left.


Once a month, Davey's mom took a Tuesday off to take Davey to a
specialist. When she did, I walked home alone. I was doing just that the
next week when Brandon pulled alongside in his car. He rolled the window
down and asked, "Want a ride."

First I wondered if he had a knife or a gun. Then I wondered if he was
going to gun the car if I reached for the door. But something about the way
he had extended the invitation sounded almost sincere. I watched his face
as I opened the door. He smiled. I climbed in.

He didn't say a word all the way to my house. I opened the door to step out
when he said, "Wait."

I turned and waited.

He fumbled for words and kept his eyes forward. "I wanted to thank you,
umm, for trying to sit with me."

Maybe Davey was finally rubbing off on me. A brief wave of sympathy passed
over me. "Sure. If you ever want us to, we would like to sit with you."

He turned to me and his eyes flashed, "Why? I don't need your sympathy."

"Shit, what a prick," I flashed back. "Maybe we do feel a bit of
sympathy. Maybe we understand. Maybe you aren't the only one, you shit."

My verbal slapping had an effect for like two seconds, then he turned
away. "You can't possibly understand. Being a nerd, no offense, and
being...well like Davey, isn't the same as being...like me. At least people
still talk to you."

I took a deep breath. Should I put my life and Davey's on the line for this
turd?  Oh hell. "When I said you aren't the only one, Brandon, I meant you
aren't the only one. I understand better than you think."

That sank in and he turned slowly to look at me. I nodded. "Yep."

"You're," he almost whispered, "gay?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Davey?"

"Leave Davey out of this."

"Shit," he shook his head. "It's your fault, you know."

That sounded like the world's greatest non sequitur.  "What's my fault?"

He lowered his head to the steering wheel. "It's not your fault. It's
just...look, can we talk?"

"You want to come inside?"

He looked up and down the street, bit his lip, and said, "Yeah."

"Come on then."

I led him in, parked him at the kitchen table and got us both sodas. I sat
down on the end of the table next to him and asked, "OK?"

He nodded. He flushed and his hand shook. Poor guy. I couldn't help myself,
I put a hand on his arm and gripped. "Tell me about it."

Brandon flashed me a grateful smile. He took a deep breath, and then it all
poured out. "I guess I've, you know, liked other guys since I was a
kid. But I never did anything, with anybody. I mean, who was there to do
anything with? I might have never done anything with anybody. But then the
way Davey kept looking at me...well you know the way he can look. And he's
so damned pretty. He'd watch me and I'd start getting hard. It frustrated
me. Like the last thing I needed was to be outed in school. Even after our
fight—I'm sorry about that by the way, but you did take the first swing."

I bit my tongue but kept my hand on his arm.

"Anyway, after that, I kept imagining what it would be like to do things
with Davey," he glanced up at me, "or with you. I mean you both look
so...hot. Sorry, but you do. And I just got this favorite daydream of doing
stuff with you guys...not that I ever dreamed you were...or that we
would...oh shit." He sighed. Then continued, "Anyway, I kept thinking about
it. And I really, really wanted to do something with another guy. I'd heard
about guys getting blow jobs at the park. I started sneaking to the park to
watch. Just watch. One time, I even lucked out and from the bushes saw one
guy give another a blow job."

He took a sip of soda, "Anyway, I finally couldn't stand it anymore and
built up the guts to try it myself. I mean, it really settled it when I saw
this really good looking young guy. I mean, he looked like he'd do it, you
know. I followed him up a trail and when he stopped and looked back at
me...well I was all horny and hard and I just unzipped and pulled out my
cock. And then he pulled out a badge." A shudder ran through him. "My life
is so fucked up."

"Damn," I agreed. "It is."

"I've dropped out of sports. No one talks to me. Even my best friend Geoff
avoids me. What am I going to do?"

I thought and let go of his arm, sitting up. "Davey and I got a new weight
set this last Christmas and we've tried working out. But we have no idea
what we're doing. You want to come over sometime and show us how to work
out?

Brandon thought about it. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah. After school? Here?"

"Sounds good."

He stood up. "Well, I guess I ought to go now. I'll see you tomorrow."

I followed him to the door. Before he reached it, I stopped him with a hand
on his shoulder. I mean, after all, I did feel sorry for him. I turned him
around and gave him a hug. At least I meant it to just be a hug. But he
wrapped me tight in his arms and squeezed me to him. His lips pressed into
the side of my neck. Damn, he smelled good and he felt good against me. Not
only was my cock stirring. I could feel his growing against me.

"Ahem," I cleared my throat. He loosened his embrace, and stepped back, a
little flustered. He turned to leave but I held him by his arm. "It's just
that Davey and I, well, you see."

He nodded.

"You're hot yourself Brandon. We'll find you someone." I leaned in and
kissed his lips. I know. Stupid. Suddenly we were in a lip lock and back in
the embrace. It took several struggling moments for me to break free again;
struggling with my own body, not his.

He nodded. Gave my cheek a kiss and left. "Tomorrow," I called after him.

The next day the asshole still didn't ask us to sit with him.

I told Davey what was happening as we walked to my house after school. It
took him a moment to understand it all, but I think he did. "We'll be nice
to Brandon. He needs it," Davey said.

Brandon showed up not long after we got home. He shook our hands. Davey
just beamed at him. We led him to the garage where I had the bench and
weights set up. "I'm not sure," I said, "how you want to do this. We
normally just work out in our underwear."

"Or naked," Davey said smiling.

Brandon grinned. "Underwear is cool."

We began to strip, Davey and I watching Brandon and Brandon watching Davey
and I. Looking at Brandon's body, I felt a new commitment to weight work
outs. He was meaty, but no fat. Just slabs of muscle. He was not a big guy
like iron pumpers. He just looked like a perfect athlete. Shit, all three
of us were getting hard.

The barbells were set up for Davey and me to do presses. Brandon stepped
over and began doing curls with it. As he did, he told us how to hold our
elbows, how to stand straight, how to breathe, how not to jerk the
weights. Davey and I stood mesmerized by the movement of the muscles in his
chest and arms.

Next, he had me try, after we took off quite a bit of weight. I began
slowly and he nodded his approval. But then he stepped behind me, holding
my elbows still. I felt his breath on the back of my neck. His closeness
made concentrating nearly impossible.

Next he had Davey do a set, and gave him the same stand behind
treatment. Davey backed into him, his butt just under Brandon's balls and
hard cock. I would have been jealous if I wasn't getting so damned horny.

Brandon's red hair really set off his creamy skin. The contrast of his
black underwear made his skin glow. Brandon was almost hairless. I guess at
our age, every boy's skin is beautiful. And I always loved beautiful skin.

We did two more sets with closer and closer supervision from Brandon. We
all three had wet spots on the front of our briefs.

Brandon moved the weights to the rack over the bench and added several
plates. "We're going to do bench press next."

Davey and I moved up alongside the bench. Brandon lay back down on the
bench and his hard cock sprang out of the top of his briefs.  He reached up
for the weights and Davey dropped to his knees beside him. Then Davey
reached out and gently rubbed Brandon's belly. Brandon's hands froze on the
barbells, still resting on the rack.

Well, I'm always one to go with the flow. I bent over Brandon dropping a
hand to his chest and gently caressed a nipple. I looked down at him and
Brandon was shaking. I bent and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Relax," I
said. "We are going to make love to you."

He looked at me and I assumed it was gratitude. If not, we were about to
have a hell of a fight.

Davey was already slipping Brandon's underwear down. I knelt down, tracing
my fingertip over the creases between Brandon's ab muscles. Once Davey had
the underwear out of the way, the two of us kissed and licked Brandon's
balls and cock. He squirmed. Brandon had a nice cock; about the size of
Davey's. His pubic hair was thick, but confined to a small patch. His belly
looked so vulnerable. I kissed his belly between his cock and navel. Davey
licked on his cock.

"Michael?"

I glanced up. Brandon had his head up, looking down at me. "Yeah?"

"Could I see, um, could I touch your, you know."

I laughed. Damn shy for a jock. I stood up and shed my underwear and then
stepped over the bench to stand astride Brandon's shoulders. My balls hung
over his neck and my cock stretched out over his face. He reached up with
both hands, feeling my balls, testing my cock. I sighed and put my hands on
the barbell to steady myself. Brandon closed his eyes and arched his head
back and I knew Davey had taken Brandon's cock into his mouth.

Brandon began stroking me, even before he opened his eyes again. Then he
pulled my cock down and licked the tip. I bent over more and pointed it at
his mouth. He took it in and began sucking.

"Bob your head," I instructed. "Like Davey is doing to you."

Brandon complied.

"No, don't let your teeth scrape me. Cover them with your lips or keep them
out of the way."

Brandon had some natural talent. Soon he was giving me great pleasure. And
he was receiving it too. I had only begun to think about cumming when
suddenly Brandon began humming on my cock and sucking more frantically. I
felt him bucking under me and then he froze and whimpered.

I've got to hand it to Brandon, though. Even as his own orgasm was
finishing, he resumed work on me. And it felt damn good. "You keep that up,
Brandon, and I'm going to cum."

He pulled his mouth away and asked, "How does it taste?"

"Davey seems to like it," I said, "and I sure like his."

Brandon returned his mouth to my cock and what he lacked in technique, he
more than made up for in enthusiasm. I felt Davey's hand slide under my
butt and rubbed behind my balls. Damn, Davey knew what I liked. I blasted
off in Brandon's mouth. Some oozed out, but he got most down.

I let him clean me, and then I stepped off him. Davey and I kneeled on
either side of Brandon's hips like mourners beside his flaccid
cock. Brandon sat up. "Thanks guys. That was great."

I looked up at him. "That was nothing. What makes you think we stop after
one time?"

A twinkle came to Brandon's eyes, and his cock rolled a little with new
blood.

"We don't have to today," I said. "But I always wondered what a sandwich
would be like."


Brandon became a frequent and enthusiastic participant in our weight work
outs. And we actually did work out. He taught us about weights and we
taught him about other things. We even studied some together. And we built
friendship. It was still a couple of weeks before Brandon asked to join us
at our lunch table. Davey slid over to make room before any of our friends
could say no. And so Brandon joined the nerds.

May was interesting. First, Davey's mom announced that the specialist
thought Davey should go out for a summer swim team. Swimming supposedly
would help Davey get some things connected up in his brain. And so we
decided we would both go out for the swim team. Brandon said he would think
about it.

The next thing that happened in May, happened one school day in the middle
of the month. For once, we were actually studying in my kitchen. I was
standing behind Brandon, massaging his shoulders when he turned back to say
something to me and instead, exclaimed, "Shit!" and broke for the door. He
threw it opened and ran out. Davey and I chased after, wondering what the
hell had happened.

What we found was Brandon pulling Geoff back from trying to climb out over
the fence. Brandon wrestled him onto his back on the ground and then knelt
on Geoff's biceps and pinned his hands in the classic school boy, I've got
you pinned with my cock in your face position. Brandon looked up at me. "He
was spying in the window."

I felt Davey grab my sides from behind as he peeked around me. Brandon
turned back to Geoff, "What the hell were you doing?"

Geoff said nothing. Brandon released a hand briefly enough to slap Geoff's
face hard. Behind me, Davey jumped. "Answer me," Brandon yelled. "What were
you doing?"

Geoff glanced at me and back to Brandon. His face was red, especially where
he had been slapped. Still he said nothing. Brandon slapped him again. "You
aren't getting up until you tell me what you were doing!"

Geoff's eyes widened and watered. His mouth curled in anger and
desperation. Brandon insisted, "Well?"

Geoff turned his face and tried to hide it in his arm. "I wanted to see
what you were doing."

"Why?" Brandon growled. "Why did you want to see what we were doing?"

Geoff pressed his face harder into his arm and said nothing. "Damn it,"
Brandon growled and raised his hand as if to strike again. Davey gripped my
sides and I barked, "Brandon, no! Stop it."

He stayed his hand, but demanded again, "Why did you want to see what we
were doing?"

"Because," Geoff moaned into his arm, "I wanted to do it too."

"Do what too? What did you think we were doing?" Brandon demanded.

Davey stepped past me, looked back at me and pointed to Geoff's
crotch. Geoff was hard.

"Brandon," I said.

"What?" he looked back over his shoulder.

Davey pointed out the obvious to Brandon. Brandon's eyes widened, and he
turned back to Geoff in surprise.

"Maybe we ought to all go inside," I suggested.

Brandon did not give Geoff a choice. When he climbed off him, he wrapped
one of Geoff's arms behind his back and forced him to follow Davey and
I. Once in the kitchen, we sat around the table and I offered Geoff a
soda. He shook his head.

Now that we were seated and he had come down off his testosterone high,
Brandon asked more quietly. "What did you think we were doing? And what do
you mean you wanted to do it to?"

Geoff glanced at Brandon, then at me. Then he grumbled, "Why did you ever
have to go to that park, you asshole."

Brandon just sat dumbfounded. Geoff, looked at him steadily and said, "I
miss you."

Brandon answered, "That's been your choice."

Geoff glanced nervously at me one more time, and then looked back at
Brandon as he slowly said, "You never needed to go to that park. If you
just weren't so damned thick."

Brandon raised his eyebrow.

"Hey, guys," I said. "Why don't you two go back to my room to work this
out? You can talk privately back there."

Both of them looked at me, then Brandon stood up. Geoff, stood more slowly,
hesitantly. They looked at each other and Brandon lifted his hand to
Geoff's red cheek. "I'm sorry Geoff."

Without taking his eyes off Brandon, Geoff reached up and held Brandon's
wrist, then turned his face to kiss Brandon on the palm of his outstretched
hand. Geoff closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Brandon stepped close and
they embraced, cheek to cheek.

They held each other awkwardly. I guess it can be quite a transition from
best friend to lover. Brandon turned to me and asked in a husky voice,
"When does your mom come home?"

I looked at the clock. "You have a couple of hours."

Brandon took Geoff by the hand and headed toward my bedroom. After we heard
the door close, Davey stood up and walked around to my chair. He straddled
me and sat into my lap facing me. Then he put his arms over my shoulders
and asked, "Is everything OK, Mickey?"

"What do you think?"

"I think everything is OK."

I smiled and kissed his lips. "Yeah. I think everything is really OK."

Davey grinned.

"You're wonderful, Davey. You know that?"

"You're wonderful, Mickey. You know that?"

I chuckled. And then I looked into his eyes, searching for that part of him
that would understand what I wanted to say, "I wonder if you will ever
understand how much I love you, Davey."

His face became very serious. He bent to kiss me and his hair fell over us
to give that little curtained, private space to our eyes and lips. "I
understand, Mickey." He said.

My breath caught in my throat. I believed him. His lips descended onto mine
again. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him hard as his tongue
forced its way into my mouth. He moved his body against me and I felt his
cock against my belly. "Let's go to the garage," I suggested. Davey kissed
me again, and then stood up over me. "Davey," I said, "Don't ever cut your
hair short."


Just before school ended for the year, Brandon approached me one morning at
the lockers. He looked serious. "What's up?"

"My dad just told us last night that he's trying to get transferred or find
a new job somewhere else. He wants to move."

I leaned against my locker to take it in. "Why?"

Brandon gave me a "duh" look. "He wants me to have a new chance. He wants
me back in sports. And I think this whole thing's been hard on
him. Everyone in town knows about me getting busted."

"Tell him you're OK. Tell him you want to stay."

Brandon looked down at the ground and kicked dirt. "Maybe it will be
good. People still avoid me. Hell, Geoff avoids me in public, the
shit. It's not like I have something like you and Davey have."

Then he looked at me thoughtfully. "What's going to happen to Davey?"

"What do you mean, `What's going to happen to Davey'?"

"I mean, is he going to make it through high school? And what happens to
him after high school."

"He's going to make it through high school. He remembers things. And he's
good at math. I'm going to get him through high school."

"And then?"

"Hell, I don't know. Maybe I'll marry him," I said only half joking.

"Come on, Michael. Are you telling me you're going to try to keep him with
you? What about college? What about your life?"

"Fuck you, Brandon. Davey and I have grown up together. He's like my
brother. I am going to keep him with me."

"What about college? What about marriage?"

"We'll work college out. And I'm not planning on getting married."

"What about Davey? Could he get married?"

My stomach turned. Why did he ask these questions I never wanted to think
about? I wasn't sure I ever wanted a life apart from Davey. But was Davey
entitled to one apart from me?

"I don't know," I said softly. "I don't know. All I know is that I love him
and I've never loved anybody else. If he ever wants to move on, I hope I
can let him. But I'll stick with him as long as he wants." I looked Brandon
in the eye. "As long as he wants."


I'm really not thinking of making this a series, though I have kept my
options open. I just have tons of other things to do. As always, emails are
appreciated at btomandback@hotmail.com