Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2013 22:01:03 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diamond Dreams  Chapter 3

Greetings and welcome back. My Chapter one disclaimers all still
apply. Be save, and please, give to Nifty.

This chapter covers only a weekend, but it turns out be an interesting
one for Marty, and an exciting and sexy one for the McCall siblings.

Please feel free to contact me at thehakaanen@hotmail.com

Douglas


CHAPTER 3
FAMILY TIME

[MARTY]

<Saturday, June 7, Mr. Bednarzyck's house>

I've always had a hard time figuring out how things were between me
and Jeff. I mean I am not into little boys. It's not like I see an eight
year old walk by and say, "Oh shit, I gotta go to bed with that cutie,"
no matter how cute the little bugger is. But with Jeff, it was different.
From the first time I lay next to him in his bed reading to him I had to
touch him. Of course he had his pajama tops open and his chest was
almost staring me in the face. My hand just kinda ended up petting
his chest, as he says it.

The same with me giving him his first orgasm and his first blow job
and his first everything else. I never set out to seduce the little
Hurricane, it just, like, happened.

George Bednarzyck, his dad and my sponsor and my teacher and no
question the most important adult in my life, knows we do sex shit
together. Why he lets me, I don't know, except he says Jeffrey has
behaved better than ever and has been good at school and even
does most of the things I tell him to do. I guess the way he sees it is if
it works then don't fix it.

But every day I also remember him telling me I better never hurt
Jeffrey. Trust me, I never, ever, will hurt that boy. I do what he wants
me to do and nothing more. If he told me never to touch his dick
again, believe me when I say I will never touch it again. Jeffrey is like
my little brother, and I love him more than I ever thought I could love
anybody. Maybe I see him as a little brother because in a lot of ways I
see Sparky, that's Mr. B's nickname, as my dad.

Sparky and me, we kinda have some quiet understandings. One is,
me sleeping with Jeffrey and doing sex with him. The other is, when I
call him Sparky, which I don't do much, it's kind of like me calling him
dad. I wish I could call him dad, because mine is kind of an asshole.
Okay, he is more than kind of an asshole, he IS an asshole and I
don't think he really likes me much. I made him one of the reasons I
gave for drinking all the time when I know the real reason was I was
always pissed off at everybody, including me. I drank so I wouldn't
feel all the crap going on and so I could blame everybody else for the
bullshit I did.

That morning Hurricane Jeffrey and me had had the wildest sex we'd
had yet. Not that it was really wild—I mean I've had way wilder sex
with guys, but it was as wild as it had ever been between us. Here I
was naked with him in bed in the guestroom and he was licking my
dick until I came, and then there I was washing his boner and ass in
the shower, although that wasn't really sex. I won't even go into the
whole thing about us being naked in front of his dad. Only Jeffrey
could make something like that happen.

Well, anyway, after having breakfast and losing three times at
checkers to Jeff (I swear I did not let him win--the little fart is smart), I
headed over to Eric's after trading some texts with him.

I don't have a lot of friends, and really don't have any close ones. Mr.
B is maybe my closest friend in a way, but he's an adult and that
doesn't really count. I was pretty close to Rich, but then I got scared
that he was making me gay and got a big resentment against him,
and my drinking all the time just made things worse. So I treated him
like shit and we aren't friends any more. I made my amends to him
last week and told him I was sorry for how I treated him. He pretty
much told me I was an asshole, which was true then, and he didn't
want to be my friend and that I could go fuck myself.

Connor is a pretty good friend, but I have to be careful around him
because lots of times he wants to get me drinking with him. I don't
think Connor is an alcoholic like me, I just think he likes to drink a lot.
He isn't trying to be a dickhead about the drinking shit; he just doesn't
seem to understand why I can't drink any more. But then I didn't think
I was an alcoholic either, so what do I know?

Scott is an okay friend. Back when he was starting sixth grade and I
was starting seventh we were jerk off buddies for awhile. But we
never really did much together except play on the same teams.

Eric is really different, though. I gotta say I have a huge crush on him
because he is so fucking cute and sexy. I've messed around with him
a little, but damn, I'd love to go all the way with him. Him and Scott
are kinda like boyfriends, but I heard Scott is going out with Tama, so
that might not last long. But then, Tama has the reputation of being a
real bitch, so who knows how that will work.

Anyway, Eric's a cool guy for a seventh grader. He is super smart,
but not as smart as Noah. Nobody is as smart as Noah. Eric is very
serious and very trustworthy. Sometimes he gives the idea that he is
Mr. Perfect, which is why, in a way, him being at the keg party was
kinda cool, especially when he said he was gonna drink beer. I'm
glad he didn't drink beer, but just him thinking about it was kinda cool.
I'm glad we all didn't drink, and I'm really super glad I didn't. I'd have
the hangover from Hell this morning and feel like crap for going out
drinking again. But damn, for a while I wanted to drink so bad last
night I couldn't stand it.

Not long ago I picked Eric to tell almost all of the secrets of my life to.
That's because I trust him totally. Except for last night, he always
does what he says he will, and in the end he did the right thing last
night, too. Like I said, it's almost good to know he's human. I trust him
because he doesn't deny he's gay, like I did. I mean it's not like he's
out or I'm out or anything like that, it's just he doesn't lie about it if
anybody asks. That's how I want to be, except it's scary. There are
only two things I didn't tell Eric. One is me playing around with Jeffrey
and the other is the key, which I'm not gonna tell you about either.
But since it was the key to my dad's gun safe, you might be able to
figure some things out for yourself. Sparky says we're all as sick as
our secrets, so I guess I'm still kind of sick.

 Eric texted me if I was going to Scott's party and if I wanted to walk
there with him. I said it was on my way, not that most things aren't on
your way in this town, but still, it's a small town, not a tiny town. Scott
lives two houses away from Eric. Scott already went to The Bear's
pizza to meet his mom and sister and Eric's mom to set things up.

"How come you didn't go with them?" I asked Eric when I got to his
house.

"Because Scott went with Danny from Danny's house.  Me staying at
Danny's house was so last minute, I didn't think about taking clothes.
So, I came home and mom was already gone and I knew my house
was on the way to The Bear's from your house."

"I stayed the night at Mr. B's house."

"Oh, cool. Coming here is a little out of the way, though."

"Not if it means seeing a best friend."

Eric grinned and we headed off to The Bear's Pizza. On the way Eric
talked about last night and how lucky we were and how great it was
that I crossed Kevin's line first and how he couldn't believe he was
gonna drink beer and maybe get drunk. This time it was my turn to
listen like he listened to me before. When we got to the pizza place I
could tell he felt better. Sometimes it helps to get rid of the shit that's
going through your head by telling it to somebody you trust.

"I'm worried hardly anybody will show up here after last night, and the
party will be a big bust," Eric said. "And if it's a big bust then maybe
our whole Go to State Team will end up being a big bust."

"It's gonna be okay, you'll see," was all I could think of to say, which I
knew sounded pretty lame. Eric can be such a worry wart sometimes.

The party was pretty good. Way better than what I had when I turned
thirteen, which was just mom making dinner and me getting presents.
Everybody on the team was there except Bobby and Noah, who were
gone with Noah's family, Carl, who went fishing somewhere with his
dad, and Lars who had some family thing in Centralia that he didn't
want to go to. There were also four girls there, including Tama, who
everybody says is going out with Scott.

We had lots of pizza and pop, played some games, and watched
Scott open his cards. This was a "don't bring any presents" party. Eric
and Scott were both happy everybody showed up. I gotta say that I
was, too.

One kinda cool thing happened during the party. Rich came up to me
and said we needed to talk again. I was like, "You mean now?"

"No. But maybe next week some time."

I had to think about what my schedule was like. I mean I almost
needed a friggen secretary to keep track of my shit. I was glad I had a
calendar on my phone. I was even starting to use it most of the time. I
saw we had practice Monday, a game Tuesday, I had Jeff's birthday
dinner Wednesday, nothing Thursday, and a game Friday. `'

"How about Thursday after school?" I said.

"School is only a half day, so that works." Thursday was the last day
of school. "Can you come to my house for lunch?"

I thought he was kidding. I mean just a few days ago he said he
never wanted to be my friend, and now he wants to me to come over
to his house for lunch? It's not that he was being all gushy and
friendly right now, not like when we were best friends and bed
buddies and all that. But at least he was being nice and talking to me.
I couldn't complain about that.

After the party was over, I walked home. Connor walked with me until
we were about a block away from my house. Then he said good-bye
and turned down the street toward his house. When I got to my
house, my asshole dad decided to make me wish I could find a
fucking dumpster to live in or something.

"Nice of you to decide to pay us a visit," he said as soon as I walked
in the door. I could tell he'd been drinking. "I was beginning to wonder
if I should rent out your room."

I wanted to tell the asshole to go fuck himself, but Sparky says I can't
control how my dad is, that I gotta accept that he is an asshole, and
not go losing my serenity over what he does. That's really easy for
him to say, he doesn't live here. But, I decided to be good and not tell
him what I really was thinking.

"I told mom where I was."

"Telling me something is too much effort for you?"

"You weren't home."

"There's a reason we gave you a fucking phone."

"I'm sorry." See, I am being really good and doing this amends shit. "I
thought telling mom was good enough."

"And I'm getting sick of you spending so much time with that fucking
lawyer. I'm beginning to think he's some kind of child molester."

"Dad, he helps me not to drink any more."

"I liked it better when you drank. At least you had the balls to tell me
to go fuck myself sometimes, and you were even home most of the
time. You know your big brother and I had some beers last night,
after you decided being someplace else was better than being here.
Been nice to have you here, too, make it a family thing."

"I didn't drink yesterday. I haven't had anything to drink today."

"Shit. Go take your little weenie dick upstairs and play with your
fucking teddy bear that I know you got hid away somewhere, you
fucking little pansy."

As much as I wanted to, I couldn't hold back any more. "Fuck you too,
asshole!" I went to my bedroom and kicked my wastebasket across it.
Like I said, Sparky didn't have to live here—it wasn't that easy to take
dad's shit and not say something, you know what I'm saying? I mean
my dad used to be an okay guy, but since I got to middle school he's
pretty much treated me like a piece of crap.

I sat on my bed waiting for him to come up and chew out my ass
some more, but he never did. I ended up falling asleep on my bed
until mom called us to dinner. I didn't say a word to anybody for the
whole dinner and then went back to my room. My brother John came
in. He's almost sixteen and pretty cool most of the time.

"Don't let the bastard get you down," he said.

"Did you really get drunk with him last night?"

"Nah, he's the one who got drunk. I had, like, three beers and so did
Tanner." Tanner is John's best friend. They hang out together all the
time. They're not gay, but I know they don't mind messing around and
being bed buddies. "Hey, bro, I'm glad you haven't been getting drunk
all the time. You're a way better guy this way, I don't care what dad
says."

"He likes you better than me." I know I was whining like a little spoiled
brat, but I didn't care.

"Yeah, he does seem to like me better. It ain't my fault though."

"I didn't say it was."

"And ain't your fault either, bro. Trust me, it's not your fault. You're a
really special dude. The bastard doesn't know what he's missing."
John surprised me with a quick hug before walking away. I ended up
watching some comedy on my old TV, booted up my laptop and went
online for a bit, and did a lot of thinking.

I thought about last night and me walking past that keg and standing
next to Kevin and not drinking. Everybody says how brave I was and
about how I took control and got everybody else to come to Kevin's
side. I decided it wasn't that big a deal. I mean that baseball team is
one of the really good things in my life right now and I don't want to
see it get fucked up. Yeah, I know, I came close to fucking it all up
myself. And knowing that got me to thinking more, about how
alcoholics can't control their own lives and have no defense against
the first drink. I think that last night it was something else taking
control for me. It was like I just didn't think at all and walked over to
Kevin and let that something else control me. It was a good feeling.
That must be what Sparky means when he says the only defense I
have against that first drink is turning it over to my higher power.

I wondered what my dad would think of what I did last night, about
how I ended up telling my friends I was gonna do what I was
supposed to do instead of drinking with them. Knowing him, he
probably would have told me I should've gotten drunk.

I looked up at the trophy I won last year when I was a seventh grader
on the Titans. It was the Coach's Award for being a leader and all that
shit. I never really thought I deserved it. I'm not trying to brag or
nothing, but last night...yeah, last night maybe I did something to
start to earn it. Looking at that trophy I knew exactly what my dad
would say about last night. Nothing. Which is exactly what he said
when I brought that trophy home.

I finally decided to crash. I was wishing today was Sunday so I could
go to school tomorrow. That way, I wouldn't have to hang around
here all day tomorrow. But the worst was coming—school was out at
the end of the week. I wished I was older so I could get a job and not
have to hang around this dump at all.

I pulled Mortimer, my teddy bear, out of his hiding place. I didn't care
what the old man said, Mortimer helped me stay sober. Somehow I
fell asleep, even though I was royally pissed off at life.

 [NOAH]

<Saturday, June 7, Coulee Lakes Resort>

I have always been excited about our Memorial Day trip to Coulee
Lakes Resort, but not so much this year. This year we had to change
the date because the Titan JV and Varsity baseball teams were both
playing a league championship game. No way was I going to miss
that. No way was Bobby going to either, since he would be going with
us. Dad was able to change our reservation, but this was the last
weekend he could get us in. The next week, most of the schools
would be out and the resort was booked solid through the whole
summer.

The reason I wasn't excited is we would be missing one day of
school, which is no big deal until you realize it was one of our finals
days. Our teachers were pretty good about scheduling make ups, but
it would make for a busy Tuesday for both of us. Even worse, though,
is we would be missing three baseball games.

I can ace just about any test at Mayfield Middle School, and Bobby
will get a solid C or B, or stray A, so we both weren't worried about
the tests. But, we both loved playing baseball, and missing three
games—well, it hurt some. Bobby and I both decided on the long
drive to the resort in Eastern Washington that we weren't going to let
missing the games stop us from having a good time. The weather
was supposed to be great, sunny and around 80. How could we not
have fun?

The drive there is a long one, almost four hours. My nine year old
brother Nicky, my fourteen year old twin siblings, Shane and Lisa,
Lisa's friend Tonya, also fourteen, my boyfriend Bobby, who was
twelve, and, of course, my parents, were all crowded into the SUV.
We were pulling a little utility trailer that had all of our stuff in it.

When we got to the resort, we unpacked, laid plans for the next day,
and headed for bed. A full day of school and the long trip had tired us
all out. Lisa and Tonya had a small bedroom to themselves. It had a
queen sized bed. We four boys had a huge room with two queen size
beds. This was way better than the cabin we had last time, where we
had to sleep in bunks.

Of course, I slept with Bobby, which means Shane slept with Nicky.
Last year was my first year where I was really into sex. My older
brother, Glenn, showed me how to jerk off when I was eight, but I
didn't do it all that much until I was between ten and eleven. Then I
became a masturbation addict. I also got into sex with boys,
especially Bobby, who became my boyfriend.

I totally love sex--with a boy that is. I am gay, and my whole family
knows it. So do some of my friends, like Eric. While Bobby might be
my boyfriend, he says he isn't really gay, but he loves me. I guess
that's what really counts, but I think he is really gay no matter what he
says. His brother Tyler, who is sixteen, and I are the only boys he
says likes having sex with. He's messed around at some of our
parties that ended up becoming orgies, but he never really liked it like
I do. We fucked once at one of those and decided from then on we
would only do that in private.

Last year's trip here was a big old orgy, with us having all kinds of
sex. Tonya didn't come on that trip. I think Lisa invited her so she
would have another girl to hang with. Besides, I knew they really liked
having sex with each other. This trip ended up not being a big orgy at
all, or even a little orgy. We were all horny teens, tweens, or, in
Nicky's case, little boys, so something had to happen. But, it all
ended up being private instead of a big public orgy.

Most of the sex happened Saturday night. We'd all gone swimming,
or boating, or biking, or other things meant to tire us out. If it was
supposed to tire us out, it succeeded. During the day mom and dad
met some neighbors from a cabin up the road, and found out they
liked to play bridge. So, they left us to spend the evening playing
bridge. They said they would be back no later than eleven, reminded
us to behave (they are parents, they have to remind us to do that),
and told us to feel free to raid the snacks and pop; they could always
buy more.

All day Shane had been coming on to Tonya every chance he got.
When we all went to Montana on a trip last summer, Shane kept
trying to get into Tonya's pants. This time he was going to succeed.

While we were all watching a DVD we'd popped into the TV, Shane
started getting into big time petting with Tonya. They didn't mind us
watching them. We are a very sexual family. I mean all of us kids are,
although I guess my parents are sexual, too. You don't get five kids
through spontaneous generation.

Shane got his hand inside of Tonya's shirt, and it didn't take long
before her shirt and bra were on the floor, and for his shirt to land on
the floor beside hers. Shane was Frenching her and feeling up and
kissing her bare boobs. I am not into girls, but it doesn't mean I don't
get turned on watching sex. Watching Shane and Tanya make out
half-naked really turned me on.

"Get a room," Lisa said. She knew what kind of a horn dog Shane
was. He'd be fucking Tonya on the floor in front of us if she didn't get
him moving. The twins had been making out since they were little and
fucking since they were around ten. They stopped the fucking part
last year, but I know they still did some heavy making out and getting
each other to cum.

Shane looked at Tonya, and asked if she wanted to go to her
bedroom with him. She said yes and picked up her shirt, Shane's
shirt, and her bra and then took off to the girls' bedroom. Thirty
seconds later Shane popped back out, naked and with a big boner
and went to our bedroom, coming back out with a box in his hand.

"Rubbers," he said. Leave it to Shane to come prepared for sex.

As he disappeared into the girls' bedroom, Nicky asked, "Is he gonna
do her?"

"That would appear to be the case," I said. It was a pretty good bet
that they would. They were both fourteen, but they sure weren't
virgins.

"Cool. I wish I could watch."

"Nicky, you're only nine," Lisa said. "You can't go watching boys and
girls fuck."

"Why not?"

Instead of getting into a pissing match with Nicky, Lisa decided to
placate him instead. She pulled off her t-shirt and bra. Her breasts
were getting bigger every time I saw them. I wondered how close
they were to full grown.

"You can suck on these for awhile," she told our little brother.

"Awesome to the possum." He took his own t-shirt off along with his
shorts. He was down to his tighty whiteys.  He sat on the couch with
Lisa and was quickly suckling on her left breast and playing with what
I knew was his little boner inside of his white briefs. Nicky is very oral.
He loves to suck on things. He was still sucking his thumb sometimes
into second grade. Now he sucks on cocks and breasts. He's sucked
me off tons of times, as well as Bobby.  He sucks Shane a lot, too. He
also sucks our oldest brother Glenn when Glenn is home from
college. He really loves sucking on Lisa's boobs. He says she's the
only girl he's done it too, but he was hoping to maybe try Tonya's on
this trip.

Bobby and I have seen him do this before, so it's not like we were
surprised. Funny thing is, Nicky keeps saying how he wants to be
fucked. I promised him more than once to do it, but when the time
comes to pay we end up in a sixty-nine sucking. When he is with
Lisa, he sucks her breasts. Sometimes she sucks his little cock, but
that's as far as the sex between them goes. I think when he gets
older that will change. I was barely interested in sex at all when I was
nine, so he's way ahead of me. He loves crawling into bed naked with
any of the four of us siblings and sleeping with us, usually with some
serious sucking going on before sleep.

I checked to make sure the front door was locked and then slid out of
my clothes until I was naked. Bobby did the same. I knew both sets of
keys to the cabin were on the kitchen counter, so if my parents came
home early they'd have to knock to get in. That would give us time to
recover and at least get into our underpants. Not that us being naked
would totally upset them, but it would be better to at least have
underwear on so we wouldn't have to explain anything.  They knew
about Bobby and me being boyfriends and knew we had a lot of sex
together, but I don't think they knew all the stuff that went on between
us siblings.

While Nicky was busily sucking from breast to breast, Lisa started
talking to Bobby. "You told me before that you aren't a virgin, but you
never told me who it was you fucked." It always seemed weird to me
to hear my sister, a girl, say the word fuck. I don't know why, but it
just seems like a boy word to me.

"Noah knows who it is. It's nobody you know. She doesn't live in
Mayfield." The girl Bobby did was Missy, who was the niece of Duke,
who was a very evil man. All of that is a long story which I'm not
going to tell here.

"How many times did you do it?" Lisa asked.

"Twice."

"Have you ever wanted to do it with somebody else?"

"I have Noah to do it with," Bobby said.

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I'm not totally gay."

"Is he always this dense, Noah?" Lisa asked. She pulled off her
shorts and panties and was now totally naked.

"He's what you call private, which means he isn't going to answer
your questions."

"Ohhh, Nicky that feels so good," she said as Nicky shifted breasts
again. "I'm going to ask Bobby one more question," my sister said as
she turned and pushed a finger into her vagina.

"Okay," Bobby said. Bobby is rarely one to say much.

"Would you do it with me?"

Bobby looked at me. I shrugged and said, "Do what you want."

"I dunno," he said. "Maybe some day."

"What about right now?"

Bobby looked at me again. I could tell he needed more than a shrug
of my shoulders and a wishy-washy answer. "Do it."

Bobby looked at Lisa and shook his head up and down, his eyes
lighting up in that special way that I love. Lisa gently pulled Nicky off
of her chest and stood up. "Here or in private?" she asked. I knew
Lisa didn't care which way it went—she was a female horn dog, if
there is such a thing.

"Private." Bobby didn't surprise me with his answer. The longer we've
been boyfriends the better having sex with him as gotten for me, but
the more private he's wanted to be about it. I know a lot of it was
because he wasn't sure if he was really gay, at least not in the way
where he was all about boys and sex. But when it came to me, well,
he said he was my boyfriend and he loved me and that was the way it
was.

"What about me?" Nicky whined. "I was having fun."

"Then I guess you and I are going to have to have our own fun," I
said.

"Awesome..."

"...to the possum," I finished for him.

"I need a rubber," Bobby said.

"Mom's got me on the pill. You don't need one," Lisa told him. Mom
and Lisa had had a mother and daughter talk about sex, and that got
Lisa on the pill. I know mom knows she's having sex, and I know
while mom wants her not to, she was also on the safe side. I know all
of this because Lisa told me. We McCall siblings don't have many
secrets.

Bobby and Lisa were both naked.  Lisa walked over to Bobby, who
was getting an instant hard on, and ran  her fingers through his
scattered pubic hairs. "I like your red hair down there," she said. They
headed into the big bedroom.

Nicky quickly joined me in nudity as he pulled off his briefs.

"How come you didn't get naked while you sucked Lisa?" I asked.

"Because, she always makes fun of my little wiener."

"She's just kidding you. Wait until you get as big as Glenn or Shane,
she won't say anything any more."

"I'd just like to be as big as you."

"I'm not that big." I wasn't either, but I knew my dick was growing and
my balls were getting bigger. I was over three inches hard now. I still
had no hair, but I could dribble out some clear stuff on most of my
orgasms. Nicky had a skinny little two inch boner, but it was really
cute and I loved sucking on it and sucking on his little balls.

That was what we ended up doing really quickly. Nicky thinks he and
I invented the sixty-nine. He would do a sixty-nine and have cums
forever if he could. He had four to my three by the time we finished. I
know my last one was dry, but I didn't care. It still felt really good.

I could see on the clock that it was close to ten and nobody had come
out of the bedrooms yet. I was worried about mom and dad coming
home soon and decided it was time to get everybody dressed and out
of bed.

Shane and Tonya were naked and asleep with no covers on them. I
woke them up and they complained, but they knew they couldn't get
caught sleeping together naked in bed. Tonya had a very nice athletic
body and so did Shane. They looked really good together. I thought
they'd make a good boyfriend and girlfriend, but I was smart enough
no to say anything.

Then I went into the boys' room and saw Bobby's naked white butt
bouncing up and down as he was fucking my sister doggy style. I
mean he was hammering her fast, but that was how he did me, too. I
couldn't help but stand there and watch, even though I knew Bobby
wanted privacy. But, hey, I was his boyfriend, so I figured I could
watch. I closed the door to keep anybody else from watching.

Bobby and Lisa both grunted, then Bobby moaned loudly, and
slammed into her pussy just like he slammed into my ass and I knew
he was cumming. Lisa moaned again and I could see her body
shaking. They were cumming at the same time, which I thought was
totally cool. I'd seen Lisa have orgasms before, so I knew what she
was like when it happened.

"Wow, it took you guys long enough to get to it," I said as Bobby
pulled out of Lisa.

"What do you mean, long?" my sister said. "This was our second
time." Bobby blushed and looked away, but I was proud of my stud of
a boyfriend.

We all dressed, at least in underwear, and had aired out the
bedrooms by the time mom and dad got home. After all four of us
boys got into bed, we spent a lot of time talking about what we did
that night. I'm sure Lisa and Tonya did the same thing. They might
have done even more than talk.

The next day, Sunday, was a total blast. The weather was great
again. We did a lot of the same things as yesterday. We boated, and
swam, and rode our bikes, and ate, and sunbathed, and had so much
fun we couldn't stand it.

I did have to get on Bobby a little bit. He and Shane and I went bike
riding. We had carried three bikes on the back of the trailer with us.
Shane and I put on our helmets, but Bobby didn't put his on.

"You know how I am," I told Bobby. "Safety first."

Wearing a helmet when bike riding was the one thing Bobby and I
squabbled over. He didn't like wearing one at all. "It's too hot to put
one of those on. Besides it's like all private property, so who cares?"

"The trails are rough and it's good to be safe, especially since we all
like to ride kind of fast."

"Well, you could crash and scratch up your leg, or your knee, or your
arm, so what's the difference between that and scratching up your
head."

"I like my head," I told Bobby. "I have a good brain in it and I intend to
protect it. So I wear my helmet." We weren't saying anything we
hadn't said before.

"Fuck! Bobby said as he slammed his helmet on his head. "We're
riding on dirt trails—how can I get hurt?" Shane stayed quiet through
the whole argument. I knew he wasn't huge on wearing a helmet
either, but he wore his because it was a battle he didn't want to fight
with mom and dad; he knew he was going to lose it.

We took off along the back trails, riding through a small patch of
woods and then into pretty much open desert. The trail was mostly
straight, but it had curves to go around big rocks and other obstacles.
We all were riding fast—I mean we can't let safety get totally in the
way of having fun, right?

Sure enough, one of us took a spill. It was Shane who was in the lead
and hit a rough spot. The rest of us stopped in time, but Shane went
down hard and skidded on his side a bit along the dusty trail. I could
see that he'd hit his head.

Bobby and I stopped in time to avoid hitting Shane or his bike. Shane
was okay, just some scrapes on his side and on his shin. He was
happy he had a shirt on or he could have been really scraped up
along his ribs. He was also happy about one other thing.

"I hit my head hard," he said. "I'm finally glad I had a helmet on."

Bobby wasn't convinced, saying the ground was dusty and soft,
which is why Shane's bike slipped, and that he would've just gotten
scrapes like he got his leg. Shane and I both decided not to talk about
it. Shane's bike wasn't damaged and we remounted and continued
our ride. Other than Shane's fall, we had a great time on the ride.

That night we boys had some sex before falling asleep. Shane kept
Nicky happy with some oral sex, both ways, and Bobby and I did the
same. I found out later that Lisa and Tonya had some fun, too. I hope
mom and dad had fun in their bedroom, gross as it sounds. That
would have been perfect.

The next day we packed most of our stuff in the morning, and then
went swimming and playing until two. Then we packed everything
that was left and were on the road to home. I know I said we didn't do
much sex stuff, and compared to the year before we didn't. But that
didn't stop Nicky from sitting between Bobby and me in the back of
the SUV jerking both of us off, with a little bit of sucking included.
Tonya thought it was cute, but Lisa and Shane pretty much ignored it,
knowing it was Nicky being Nicky. I guess you could say it was Bobby
and me being Bobby and me as well.

I didn't feel so badly about missing baseball. It was a great weekend.

Next: Last Week of School