Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 16:23:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Darron, Darron The Witch, The Witch" <darronthewitch@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dream Boy

Author's Notes:

	Please note that the opinions expressed by the author are not
necessarily shared by this station, its affiliates, or its sponsors.  This
is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to actual people or actual
events is completely un-intentional.

	I shouldn't have to mention the fact that this is an erotic
story and does contain graphic depictions of sexual acts between
males, if this kind of thing is offensive to you than I suggest you
don't read it.

Author's Comments:

	America means different things to different American's; to
some it means economic opportunity, to others it means religious or
political freedom, and to still others it means democracy.  Probably,
people's opinions as to what America most stands for is as diverse
as the people that make up this great land.

	To me, America stands for The American Constitution, and I
can hardly think of anything more un-American than the desire to
change it for the purpose of limiting freedoms and broadening the
powers of government.  Such amendment propositions go against
the intention of the constitution in the first place which was to
provide limits on government and at the same time guarantee
individual liberties.

	If we wish to continue to enjoy the freedoms and rights the
constitution guarantees us, or you would like your own children to
have the same rights and freedoms you enjoyed, we will all have to
fight to retain them, and I don't mean from a foreign enemy.
Abraham Lincoln said that we need never fear tyranny from a
trans-Atlantic enemy, tyranny will arise from within.   Thomas
Jefferson said that we must be diligent to protect these rights as
American Citizens.

	And I can hardly imagine any greater tyranny than to watch
the constitution of this great country, a constitution which allows
you to read stories such as this, and authors to write them, to be
successfully subverted by those elements of government that would
seize any opportunity to broaden their own powers by manipulating
special interest groups and fanatical religious groups who would in
turn manipulate the rest of us in supporting their efforts to amend
the constitution, not for the purpose of broadening freedom for
Americans but just the opposite because some right guaranteed
therein stands in their way of making some new law.

	God bless America, so long as The U.S. constitution remains
the law of the land, and so far as it has not been altered to the
point that it no longer resembles the ideals originally expressed.



Author's Riddle:

	I said hey there Barry, what was that you said about The
Spirit Of Man?



"There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy,
	Who they say wandered very far, very far over land and sea.
	A little shy, and sad of eye but very wise was he.

And then one day, that magic day he passed my way,
	We spoke of many things, fools and kings, and this he said to
me.
	He said, 'The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and
be loved in return.'"

						-Nature Boy



Dream Boy
By
Danny The Witch



"There's something wrong with the world today, I don't know what
it is,
	It has something to do with the eyes..."

					-Living On The Edge (Arrowsmith)


"Doctor my eyes, tell me what is wrong, have I been unwise, to
leave them open for so long?"

					-Doctor My Eyes (Jackson Brown)


-1-


	The summer I turned fourteen, I had moved to the suburbs
from the big city, and the change was nice for me, although at first
I had no buddies to play with.  I had been going through some
changes where I thought about sex stuff quite a bit.  Although
nobody knew, sometimes when my parents were gone, I would
sneak into my dad's closet, where he had a secret stash of pornos
and I would look at them while playing with my dick, although I
didn't really know how to masturbate, and so just kind of rubbed
and stuff and it would get hard.

	Sometimes if I knew they would be gone awhile, I'd grab a
couple of mags and go into my room, take all my clothes off, and
look at the magazines.  They were all strait mags, but really hard-
core, and it was my secret that I had been looking at them since I
was twelve.

	After looking through them, I'd become so aroused I didn't
know what to do, so I'd streak through the house naked, and
sometimes even dart outside in the back yard, with my boner
sticking out.

	About this time I made friends with a boy named Corey that
lived around the block from me.  I'd go to his house to go swimming,
when both of his parents were at work.  While sitting in his
Jacuzzi, after swimming, sometimes we'd talk about sex stuff, and
when we did I realized I would get an erection in my swim trunks,
although he wouldn't be able to tell under the bubbles.

	One time when we were in his Jacuzzi talking about sex
stuff, he had started talking about masturbation.  I had never
heard of it before.  As he talked about it, I got the feeling that it
was some kind of a sex act but I didn't how to do it, and I was
trying to figure it out, hoping he would give me enough details
because I was too afraid to just come right out and ask him.
Unfortunately, he never told me how to do it, and I was too
chicken to ask him.  He used to talk about orgasms and squirting
cum too, and I got the idea that it was something that comes out of
your dick, which is something else I never even thought of, and
wasn't sure if that was actually what he meant.  I didn't know
what to think about whatever an orgasm was.  He asked me once if
I ever masturbated, and I just lied and said yes.  We only hung out
with each other a couple of weeks, when I had to start high school,
and since he went to a different school than I did, we just kind of
faded as friends.

	Once school started though, I had become a little obsessed to
know how to do it.  For this reason anytime other boys would start
talking about jerking off and stuff, I would try to listen as best as I
could for any clues.  But, alas, to no avail.

        A couple of months after school started, I was getting to
thinking that maybe this was all superstitious rumor, kind of like
an urban legend, all this talk about jacking off and stuff, and
shooting cum.  I didn't know if it was even real any more.

	So that weekend I decided to go to the public library-- If this
was real than I should be able to find evidence of it in a book at the
library.  I went to the card catalog and looked up masturbation,
and was surprised to discover that they actually had a
masturbation section!  Who would of thought?  I felt like an idiot.
I wrote down the numbers, and headed off looking for it-- very
excited now--

	When I finally found the section, I was further surprised to
discover they actually had quite a few books on the subject.  I was
getting really anxious now-- perhaps I will finally learn today-- and
tonight I will experiment with orgasms and shooting cum.

	The books on that subject were all on the bottom shelf, which
was very convenient that way I could sit on the floor while
browsing through some.  There were so many, probably about fifteen
books all on the subject of my particular interest that day, and I
had a sudden compulsion to just grab them all and check them all
out-- but I hadn't applied for my library card yet and didn't know
what the limit was.

	I grabbed a book and looked at the title: 'Transadental
Masturbation' humm sounds interesting, I thought to myself.  It
was a little paperback.  I was disappointed that there were no
illustrations in it.  No pictures at all- damn.  Well, no matter, that
would have made it easier, but I was a very good reader, already at
the high school level even when I was in middle school.  I had the
highest confidence I could understand the text alone.

	I opened the book, and scanned the table of contents-- there it
was-- just what I was looking for: 'Chapter 3: Various
Masturbation Techniques.'  I anxiously turned to the chapter and
started reading:

	"Many people are only just now beginning to realize the
mental, physical and spiritual benefits of regular masturbation.
This chapter will review the most popular techniques..."

	Spiritual benefits?  I thought to myself, wow.  I skipped
forward to technique one:

	"... We recommend that you find a nice quite place where you
can be alone and you know that you will be uninterrupted for at
least twenty minutes..."

	This is it, I thought to myself-- damn-- I should have known,
that you can find out about anything at the library-- what was I
thinking?-- Why didn't I think of this sooner.  I could have kicked
myself.  I read on:

	"... We suggest that you wear loose, comfortable clothes.  Some
people prefer to masturbate completely in the nude, and there is
absolutely nothing wrong with that... "

	I was getting really excited.  I looked left and right, to make
sure nobody was in my section, and read on:

	"You might want to light some candles, or some incense, and
put on some light soothing music in the background, although music
might help some people it can be distracting to others, if you find it
distracting we recommend that in the beginning, when first learning
to make it as quiet as possible..."

	"... You can sit on a chair or a couch, but many people prefer to
sit 'Indian-Style' on the floor, with your legs folded in front of you,
and your hands resting on your lap.  For masturbation to be most
effective it must be utilized along with imagination.  Close your
eyes, and try to completely make your mind blank..."

	Okay, I thought, this one was good-- I'm checking this one
out.  I looked at some of the other books, quickly, and decided upon
two others to check out-- one was really cool with a lot of pictures.
The book was large-sized, and on the front cover there was a
picture of a large triangle with an eyeball in the middle of it.  The
title was: 'Masturbation, How to connect with the inner self."

	The third book was titled 'Finding God through
Masturbation"  I was  a little surprised-- this all seemed to be a
very good thing-- Why were adults being so secretive about all
this?--  Thank God for the liberals who supported the libraries,
them and the Free -Masons!!

	I closed the last book suddenly deciding I wanted to check the
books out and read more while by myself at home.  I had to go to
the front desk and apply for a library card. I was pretty sure that
three books wouldn't be a problem on your first check out.  But as I
approached the check out desk, I suddenly got to slightly shaking at
the knees, because the thought occurred to me that these books were
in 'The Adult' section and they might not let me check out the books
when they see what they are about and me being still just a kid in
their eyes.  In fact, I was afraid they might take the books from me
and tell me to leave the library and don't come back.  I really was
quite a shy kid at that age, and although my balls were a lot bigger
than a year ago, they still were pretty small.   They were feeling
really small right at the moment.  So small I couldn't even feel them.

	I stopped and sat down on a reading sofa.  I had to think.
Maybe I should just read them here-- if they take them away from
me when I try to check them out, I still wouldn't know how to do
it, even though the knowledge was right in my grubby palms.

	Thank God for my resolve.  A sudden rush of courage came
over me all at once and I hurried to the check out counter quickly,
holding my three books on masturbation under my right armpit, so
nobody could see the covers and the titles.  I wanted to do this
before the wave passed by me and I had a chance to re-think again.

	When I got to the counter I asked the lady if I could apply for
a library card-- and she gave me a small form to fill out-- I carefully
kept the books tucked under my arm the whole time, while filling
out the card, which looked a little awkward I'm sure.  When I was
done she then asked me if I wanted to check out those books I had
and I said yes please, but found myself reluctant to set them down
on the counter-- my balls suddenly shrinking again and feeling like
they were trying to actually go back inside my belly like when I was
three.

	I squirmed a little bit, and the librarian lady watched with a
look of slight amusement before I finally put the books down.  I
had no idea what she was thinking, but instead of giving me a fowl
look of disapproval she kind of smiled at me-- not a whole smile,
just like a half-one.  She told me the books were due back in two
weeks, and then she said something I totally didn't expect.

	She said, in kind of a low tone to me, "Masturbation will
change your life if you practice a lot and keep an open mind.  I
masturbate twice a day, and once while I was masturbating-- I
actually left my body!!"

	My eyes bugged out of my head-- I swear I must have looked
like a bug for a second.  I was shocked.  I didn't know what
shocked me more, that an adult just admitted to me that they
masturbated-- or what the hell she just said about leaving her body!

	I thanked her and took my new library card and my books and
tried to get out of there as quickly as I could without looking
suspicious.  I don't know why, but I was a little scared now, and
this whole experience was rather a large excitement to my system--
being that I really was quite a shy kid.

	When I got home, I quickly went to my room.  My mom was
home, but she never disturbed me when I was in my room with the
door closed.  I closed the blinds, and then I took off all my clothes,
and sat "Indian-Style" on the bed.  I read a little more of the book
"Transcendental Masturbation" :

	"...Close your eyes, and focus on the spot on your forehead just
above the bridge of your nose-- this is your mind's eye and it
controls imagination.  Imagination and mental imagery is the key to
successful masturbation... Its also called the third eye, and many
people in the east believe that it is the part of the brain that can
develop psychic ability...

	"I closed my eyes, and made my mind blank-- I was surprised
that I could actually do this easily, it said in the book that this was
the part that most people had the greatest trouble with-- turning
off all the noise in the head.  After making my mind blank, I started
trying the mental imagery thing, and I wasn't getting to far with
that-- I never really saw images in my mind unless I was starting to
fall asleep.  After a few minutes, I started to see images, but, I was
getting really sleepy like I wanted to take a nap.

	I remembered that it said you could put on some music and
that was sometimes helpful.  It occurred to me then that sometimes
I did have mental images while I was listening to music with my
headphones, so I thought I would try that approach.  I went to my
record collection, and decided to go with Laurie Anderson's 'Oh
Superman'.  It was a really nice long track, taking up most of side
two on the record.  I queued it up, and put my headphones on, and
got back "Indian-Style" on the bed.

	I was a little worried that with the head-phones on and my
eyes closed that I wouldn't even know if my mom suddenly opened
up the door and saw me like this-- what the hell would she think?
But, like I said, my mother never did that-- it was only my dad that
would walk in on me unannounced sometimes and he wasn't home.

	I had some great mental images while listening to the song.  It
was weird, like, my mind went back to this boy I knew when I was
ten, and we showed each other our boners one summer afternoon in
the bushes at the park by my house.  He had asked me if he could
touch mine, and I said okay, and he wrapped his hands around my
dick and kind of squeezed it and it felt really good.  Man, I was
seeing the whole thing again like in Technicolor.  My dick was
getting hard remembering it.  But at the same time, I changed it a
little. I imagined that I touched his too, even though I really didn't.
I remembered that I wanted to, but I was too shy to actually do it.
So now, in my 'minds eye' I imagined that I did it.

	My dick was going up while I was thinking about this and
imagining it, and all of a sudden I started playing with my erection
and rubbing it kind of like, and I lost the ability to concentrate.  I
opened up my eyes.  The song was over anyways, and its hypnotic
effect was wearing off.

	I started scanning through all the books I checked out,
thinking that masturbation did involve your dick somewhere along
the line, but I couldn't find anything.  I lay down on my bed and
tried to think-- Did I make a mistake?  Was it masturbation or
meditation?? I couldn't remember.  I had all these books on
masturbation, and now I think the word was actually meditation.
Damn!!

	That night I was lying in my bed, after getting ready to retire
for the evening, and I was playing with it, making it hard.  I was
amazed how big it got now-- nearly six inches, and much thicker
than even one year ago when I was thirteen.  My balls were a lot
bigger too, and I had started growing some pubes also, not much,
but there and also a little under my arms, just a little.

	After a few minutes or so I gave up, and tried to go to sleep,
which was hard because I was still aroused.  And so I would
continue thinking about sex and stuff as I was drifting off to sleep.

	And then I had this dream.  In the dream, apparently I had
met this boy at school, and he had invited me to come over to his
house.  I think he went to my school but I couldn't be sure because I
only remember being at his house.  I guessed he was my age, but I
wasn't sure because he could have been younger.  He looked like he
could have been twelve actually.  Kind of slim but not real skinny--
he had a little bit of a tummy, but just so much that he wasn't
chubby.  He was short but not stocky about a foot shorter than I
was at the time, which I guess I was about five foot one or two.
He had longish light, light blond hair, and his bangs hung in front
of his eyes, which were the shade of emerald blue.

	And, he asks me if I would mind if he strips down to his
underwear, and I say no I don't mind, and so he did, right down to
his tighty-whities, as they say.  He stripped right in front of me and
stood there in just his briefs and socks-- A pair of bright red sox--
which I thought was weird.   He then jumps on his bed, and gets
under the covers.  He then invites me to strip down to my
underwear and get in the bed also, and so I did, but I kept my socks
on too just like him, and I remember that I was really, really
excited.  I mean I was glad that I got to do this-- I had been
hoping.

	So I got under the covers with him, and under the covers, he
reaches inside my underwear and starts playing with my dick, kind
of rubbing it back and forth like, and making me have this really,
really good feeling that I'd never felt before.

	And then I woke up.  I felt something sticky in my shorts, and
so pulled the covers off of me, and pulled my shorts down to take a
look, and there was this slimy stuff on my dick, I could feel it with
my fingers.  Not too much just a little. I wondered if this was the
cum that Corey had been talking about.

	I pulled my shorts back up along with the covers, and as I
laid there to go back to sleep, I wondered to myself, if this dream I
just had meant that I was gay.  I didn't remember ever having gay
thoughts before, only once when I was younger, when I played the
game 'show me yours I'll show you mine' with that other kid I
already told you about.  And it was his suggestion, probably we
were about ten, but I never thought of it as a gay thing.

	One thing was for sure that I couldn't deny, and that was I
was sure happy to get under those covers with that boy in just our
underwear.  The dream was so realistic also, almost unbelievable.  A
dream boy, someone that as far as I knew, didn't even exist and yet
he seemed so real.

	After I fell asleep the next night, I had another weird dream.
It was like I dreamed I was awake lying on my bed in the middle of
the night just like I really was except I was really asleep but I
thought I was awake-- It was weird, and I felt someone touching
me from behind.  I couldn't move in the dream or say anything.  I
felt two hands gently caressing my body, first my shoulders and
back, and then moving down to my hips and go under my shorts
feeling my buns.  Then I felt those hands move around to the front
side of me under my shorts, and slowly one hand started rubbing my
dick up and down like in the previous dream.  Once again it started
feeling really, really good.  And once again I woke up.

	This time I didn't have to check my shorts I already knew,
that more liquid had come out, I could feel it.  I just lay there, and
basked in the remembrance of the dream.  My head was tingling
which was really weird, and the tingle came in waves, that
originated at my forehead, just in-between my eyes, but a little
higher.  I thought that was really weird.  After a few minutes, the
tingling in my head faded away, and I was left with just the
memory of the dream.

	I remembered that in the dream at first I felt scared, when
someone started touching me because I thought I was alone in my
room.  And then I couldn't move, which was scary but, the way I
was being touched felt really good.  And then when the hands
started doing that to my dick, I felt really good- so I had mixed
feelings about the dream.  It was kind of scary at first like a
nightmare but then it felt good after.

	It seemed my imagination was working over time this night, I
thought to myself, and that was the last thought I remembered,
before waking up the next morning.


















"Everyone knows where it's at, everyone there wears a hat.
	It's the land of living hats - that's Lidsville.
 Liddy Liddy Liddy Liddy Liddyville, not to be confused with
nitty-grittyville,
	Its the land of living hats - that's Lidsville"






















"Dream lover where are you to make all my lovin' dreams come true?
	'Cause I want... A dream lover so I don't have to dream
alone..."

					-Dream Lover (Bobby Darin)


"Dream, dream, dream, dream when I want you, all I have to do is
dream..."

					-Dream Dream Dream (Everly Bros.)


-2-


	At school the next day, I kept thinking about that second
dream I had.  I was really curious about that tingling feeling in my
forehead, and in-between classes, I tried to see if I could do it,
because I kind of remembered how the feeling went.

	I stood there at my locker and closed my eyes and concentrated
on my forehead, on that spot, and after about twenty or thirty
seconds, sure enough, the tingling started again.  It got stronger as I
continued to concentrate.  After a couple of minutes I opened my
eyes and realized with much less effort I could keep it going, even
as I walked about on the campus.

	I was wondering if I had developed psychic powers from my
experimenting with meditation-- so I tried to levitate a pencil.
Then I tried to read some kid's minds that were standing next to me.
I could see myself on television-- The Tomorrow-Night Show, with
Johnny what's his name...

	"And heeeeerrrreeesss Johnny..."

	Johnny: "Tonight we have a really terrific show, our first
guest will be 'Dereck The Wonder Psychic Kid'..."

	Johnny: "Dereck, It seems you were just a regular kid until
one day you discovered you had psychic powers can you tell me
what happened?  How is it you discovered this? "

	Me: "Well Johnny, it was like this, at the time I wanted to
learn how to masturbate, and I got the words masturbate and
meditate confused in my head and I went to the library and checked
out three books on meditation thinking that they were actually
about masturbation...  "

	Johnny: "I see"

	Me: "And having discovered my error, since I already had the
books checked out for two weeks I decided I might as well read
them since I love reading and will read just about anything."

	Johnny: "Did you ever learn how to masturbate?"

	Me: "Well between me and you Johnny, if I did, I wouldn't
admit it, wink-wink"

	Johnny: (chuckles)

	Dereck: "So anyways, I read that we actually have three eyes,
and that you can make your third eye vibrate, and I learned how to
do that, and then I discovered I could read other kid's minds and
levitate pencils-- and so far, that's all I've learned to do."

	Johnny: "Really, you can levitate a pencil?"

	Me: "Oh yes, but it has to be a number two pencil, I've never
levitated any other kind."

	Johnny: "I see, that's a very funny story Derek-- Have you
ever thought about getting involved in show business?"

	Me: (blushes) "No, not really Johnny, although, maybe, if I get
really famous I'll do my own show every now and then, not a
regular gig like yours, just like a special."

	Johnny: "I'm sure it would be hilarious Dereck-- Well
hopefully the sensors haven't knocked us off the air.  Thanks for
coming on the show.  Up next we have..."

	Several more times during that day, I would start the tingling
again just to see if I really knew how to do it-- and sure enough
every time I tried, I was able to do it.

Weird, I thought to myself but kind of neat at the same time.
Maybe this was all part of puberty-- I really didn't know-- there's
so much that grown-ups never tell you-- that they just leave up for
you to discover on your own.  It was like some kind of conspiracy or
something -- I swear-- to keep masturbation a secret.  I still didn't
know how to do it, and I was already fourteen!!

	That night after I went to my room for the night to go to
sleep, I started playing with myself again and got myself hard.  I
then did something I never tried before-- I started pumping my dick
up and down, like from the dreams I had-- and was astonished that
the good feeling, that I felt in the dreams-- which I thought had
just been my imagination, started really happening.

	While I was pumping it, I was remembering that dream I had
with that boy-- the dream boy-- I didn't even know his name.  I
imagined he was doing it to my dick right now, and that he was
under the covers with me, in his underwear.

	After a couple of minutes, the feeling got really intense.  I felt
like I was going to pee or something, but it felt so damn good, I
couldn't make myself stop the pumping motion with my hand.  I felt
like I was going to pee all over the bed, and I didn't care. I pumped
and pumped and pumped, and then I felt like what I thought was
pee going up my dick tube, and then come out of the tip of my dick
while at the same time the best fucking feeling in the world.

	Afterwards, after I rested a minute to catch my breath, I got
up and turned on the light in my room.  I thought I was going to
have a soaked bed to deal with, but in fact, all there was was a
little bit of that slimy liquid like from the night before, and that
was all.  I thought to myself,  'So, orgasms and shooting cum is for
reals.'

	I then went to sleep, but the next morning, I had to try it
again just to make sure I knew how to do it-- just to make sure it
wasn't another dream, and sure enough, this time it weren't no
dream.  It seemed like I had discovered the biggest fucking secret in
the world-- and I was a little mad that no one had told me about
this sooner than now.  I guess I had to thank my dream boy.  And
then I remembered, I could see his face, his almost naked body.
There was so much detail in that dream-- the dream boy seemed so
real-- even in my memory-- it was hard to believe it was really a
dream-- the memory was almost like it had really happened.  I
wondered for a moment-- if it really had, and I was dreaming a
memory like sometimes happens, but then I thought, 'Your being
silly-- if that had ever happened, surely you'd remember it.'  I was
tired and being silly, having just woken up.   Once more I thought
to myself--  'Does it mean I'm gay if I did something gay in a
dream?-- Does that count?'

	And then I put all these thought aside as I got out of bed and
got ready for school...

	At school, my first class of the day was P.E.  During this
period we were being taught how to use the exercise room, you
know, all the weight equipment-- what a laugh that was-- here I
was this little scrawny freshman working out every morning at
school.  I'd do about 10 of those leg lifts and I felt like my legs were
all spongy and rubbery afterwards, like I wasn't even stable
walking around-- and that was only with one weight on the damn
thing.  It was ridiculous.  I already learned not to over do it, from
the first week in the exercise room.  My friend Joey was in the same
P.E. groups with me, who was kind of a school-chum only, we
never did anything outside of school together.  He was a little
stockier than I was, more muscley, but he was just about as
pathetic as I was.  I couldn't believe high school, this was so damn
dumb!!  I liked swimming better, why couldn't we keep doing that?

	Anyways, I told my friend Joey about my new psychic powers,
and that made him laugh.  He told me I probably had a brain
tumor, and that I should tell my parents to take me to a doctor if
my forehead kept tingling like that.  I told him that it only tingled
when I concentrated on it-- and he was like, well, damn, you keep
doing that maybe you'll have a stroke.  Stroke?? I'm only fourteen!!

	Later, after the P.E. class was over, I was standing in front
of my locker.  I had stripped down to my briefs but I never took a
shower, no matter how stinky I got-- I think that was the real
reason they had us freshman in the weight room-- what a joke that
was!!  They just wanted to get us all sweaty to encourage us to take
showers.  I guess we were supposed to, but none of the freshman
did-- in fact I don't even think any of the sophomores did-- except
the jocks-- they did of course, and all the upper classmen, running
around naked like it was the most natural thing in the world to do-
- I didn't think so-- I was modest as hell.  But still, it was a fear
and I was planning on doing it one of these days, just not any time
soon.  I definitely wasn't going to be the first ninth grader to get
naked and take a shower, I'd wait for at least one other to go first.

	I happened to look over to my left, across the break, you
know, an aisle between the lockers, and that's when I saw him-- the
boy from my dream.  I couldn't fucking believe it!!  He was real,
and there he was, at the next locker from me across the break.  I
thought to myself, how could I not know that when I had the
dream.  I could've sworn to God, that I'd never seen this kid before
but there he was, flesh and blood.

	He was even wearing the same damn red socks I'd seen him
wearing in the dream.

	I couldn't help but stare.  He was taking his pants off, and a
moment later there he was, just like in the dream, wearing only
white briefs, and those silly red socks.  I wondered to myself if
maybe I saw him in his underwear every day at school, and just
hadn't noticed before, but that it was in my sub-conscious, and
that's what caused the dream.

	He started taking off his goofy looking red socks and threw
them in his locker, and I looked away.  A moment later, as I was
sneaking glances at him, it seemed like he was looking at me.   I
looked back, and we made eye contact.  He smiled, but just a slight
smile, and then he looked away again.  And then I watched in
amazement as he just dropped his briefs, stepped out of them and
threw them in his locker.

	Now, I'm certain he'd never done that before while I was
there-- that I'm sure I would have remembered-- I had not seen
anyone as young as us get naked in the locker room, and he surely
looked the youngest of us all-- Just like in the dream-- he looked like
he was twelve years old.

	He had no pubes at all that I could see from this distance, no
hair under his arms either.  I kept looking away and then back
again, and the whole time, it looked like he had this little grin on
his face, but I couldn't be sure.  Then, he stuck his head in his locker
like he was looking for something, which gave me the opportunity
to stare without feeling uncomfortable.  Man, he kept his head in
his locker, for like a couple of minutes, and I couldn't help but stare,
and the focus of my attention was his dick.  I felt myself getting a
little boner too.  This had never happened in the locker room before.
I didn't know why I couldn't stop staring at his genitals-- I was
feeling gay, this was really gay, but I didn't care-- I was lost in the
excitement of the opportunity.

	Then he suddenly closed his locker, and started walking
towards me.  I quickly faced my own locker again.  Out of the side
of my eye, I saw him walking towards me, his penis swaying from
side to side as he walked.  He walked right behind me, between the
bench and me.  He could've walked on the other side of the bench
which was clear but he didn't, he walked right behind me, and
because there wasn't much room, I scooted forward a bit, and he
had to turn sideways to walk past, with his front side facing my
back side, and as he slipped past me, I felt his body lightly brush up
against my ass.  I was certain that I felt his dick touch my upper
thigh.

	Then he was past me, and I stared at his ass as he had his
back turned to me heading towards the showers.  His butt was
whiter than white, in stark contrast to the rest of his body that was
slightly tanned no doubt from the very warm summer.  His hips
swayed a bit I noticed from left to right as he walked, kind of
making his ass wiggle.  And then he was gone and out of sight.

	My jaw was still hanging open.  That was the boy of my
dreams-- I was sure of it-- but he was real.  I knew it was him from
the other dream I had also, where he was touching me, where I
couldn't move-- because it felt just like that, when he slightly
brushed up against me-- I know this sounds weird but everyone has
a different touch-- you can recognize somebody by their touch-- and
I knew that was him.

	Well, I decided, he was the first, at least I wouldn't be the
only lower classman naked in the showers-- without another
thought, I threw my underwear in my locker and walked naked to
the showers.

	It was really weird walking nude through the locker room-- I
mean talk about being self-conscious-- its like time slowed down.
And I didn't know what to do with my damn hands-- so I just
slung them back and forth as I walked like an ape-- trying not to
look down at myself-- I willed my dick to stay soft-- it was semi-
hard now because of all the excitement, but it just made it look a
little bigger, semi was ok, I just didn't want it going to full throttle
hardness-- that I wouldn't be able to cope with.

	I picked a showerhead that was an aisle away from my dream
boy, and where I could face him, looking very inconspicuous.  There
were several upper classman taking showers too, but as paranoid as
I was that they'd harass an under classman, especially one with
almost no pubes such as myself-- I was surprised that none of them
even paid me any attention what-so-ever, or to my dream boy.

	After a few minutes my dream boy (damn that sounds gay
but, I didn't know what else to call him) headed off towards the
towel line, and I quickly rinsed off and got in line behind him.

	I was scared. I didn't know what to say.  There were five or
six juniors and seniors in line also, joking around and razzing each
other-- man, they all scared me-- they all looked like grown men--
full bushes of pubes and really big dicks and muscles, and me and
this kid looked like little boys especially when you saw us naked
along side them-- I was sure they'd start razzing us.  But, much to
my surprise, they didn't even pay any attention at all to us-- it was
weird.  My attention was on this one upper classman, that had a
really big cock-- he looked semi-hard too, like I was, but damn--
that thing was unbelievably big, hanging down between his legs
like a damn snake.

	Suddenly my attention was drawn back to the kid in front of
me, because he just spoke.   "I'm Sean," he said matter of factly.

	"Dereck, " I replied sticking out my hand, and then quickly
withdrawing it, not knowing if shaking hands was appropriate
while meeting new friends in the buff.

	"Wasn't so bad was it?"  He said with the damned cutest smile
I'd ever seen.  Just a slight smile, but it was so damn-- how can I
describe it??-- naughty-- the smile was naughty.

	"Uh huh," I replied.

	And we didn't say two more words to each other, the rest of
the time.  We both got to the front of the line and got our towels
and toweled off, and he finished first heading back to his locker,
but I took my time toweling.  Amazed to be free from my clothes in
front of other boys, and free from my fear also, which just seemed to
have slipped free from my body and my mind never to return again.

	It seemed weird also to have a grown man watching me
naked-- you know the towel guy in the towel office, but I didn't
even care about that either-- I seemed to be high for some reason--
as though I had just taken a pain killer.  I was feeling no shame or
embarrassment or fear what so ever.

	Suddenly I felt a hand slap me hard on the asscheek-- and I
turned and it was another upper-classman-- this one built like a
hunk.  He must have been six foot three.

	"You want to hurry it up a little bit, day dreamer," he said,
"before the period ends."  And then he looked to his friend behind
him and kind of rolled his eyes with a smirk.  And I returned my
towel and moved out of line, heading back to my locker.

	By the time I got back to my locker, Sean had already gone.
Boy was he quick, quicker getting dressed than undressed.

	Outside of the boy's locker room, everyone was waiting by the
main gate to get back onto the main campus.  They wouldn't open
the gate until the period bell rang, and looking at my watch, I could
see we had a few minutes, so I sat down on the ground, with my
back propped up against a wall.

	"Hey, what was your name again?" I heard from over to my
left.   I looked over and it was Sean.  He was fully dressed now, in
dark blue chords, and an amber shirt with black stripes, he was
wearing a white scarf around his head like a bandana and he still
had on those damn red socks.

	"Dereck,"  I replied. "And your Sean right?"

	He nodded.  He was sitting down too, and had a large book
propped open on his lap.  He had a sheet of line-paper, which he
was writing on with a number two pencil.

	I got up and walked over to him.  "What're you doin?" I asked
curious.

	"Dungeons and Dragons.  You play?"

	"Sometimes, I just use standard characters though, which
always get killed right away." I said.

	"I'm making a character right now, from this book."  He held
out the book so I could see the cover, it read: 'Magical Creatures A
Compendium for D&D'

	"It's not an official TSR book, so a lot of kids won't allow you
to use any characters from it, but I have friends where we're
allowed to make up our own characters."

	"Oh, cool," I said.

	"If you want I'll let you borrow it, " he said suddenly.

	"Really?"

	"Yea, pick out a couple characters that you like and I'll help
you make the stats for them, if you want."

	"Ok, cool."

	He kept on writing on his paper though.

	"Hey," I said trying to start up more conversation, "This is
going to sound crazy, but I think I dreamed you before I met you."

	"What?" he said looking up.

	"Yea, I had a dream and you were in it, like, I didn't even
know you existed. And then I met you." I added.

	"Your right." he said.

	"What?  I am?"

	"Yea, it sounds crazy."

	I laughed out loud, "Well, its true though-- hey, I got to ask
you a question, if you don't mind?"

	"Ok," Sean said.

	"What gives with the red socks?" I asked.

	"Oh, well, " he stuttered, as if thinking up something to say
real quick, "My mom works and she's behind on the laundry - These
were the only clean socks I had today - There from when I was in
soccer."

	"Oh, " I said, not really knowing what to say. "Hey, by the
way-- how old are you? You look like your twelve."

	"Fourteen, how old are you?" he asked.

	"Fourteen - Just turned."

	"Well, I'm fourteen and a half, so I'm actually older than you."
he said with a little pout.  Just then the period bell rang and they
opened the gate.  Sean just finished writing up the stats on his
paper just then also and handed the book out to me as he got up off
the ground, brushing his fanny off with the other hand at the same
time.  Just when I reached out to grab the book, he pulled it away
suddenly."

	"On one condition, " he said.

	"What?"

	"You let me tell you a secret.  Can you keep a secret?"

	"Yea."

	"Promise?"

	"Yea."

	Sean headed for the gate.  "Follow me, " he said.

	I followed Sean as he walked toward the math hall, and then
inside and to the end of the hall where he went into the boy's room.
I followed him in.

	When I got inside, there was no one in the bathroom except
him and me because this bathroom doesn't get used that often being
way out of the way.

	Sean was standing at the door to a stall.  He had a cigarette
in his hand.  He was motioning me towards him.

	When I got there, he said, "If anyone comes in, I'll light this
cigarette, and they won't think anything."

	I didn't really understand but I said, "Okay."

	He motioned me into the stall, and when I walked in, he told
me to shut the door so I did.

	"So, what's the secret?" I asked.

	And just like that he kissed me on the lips, real quick like.

	"Why'd you do -" I started to say when he pressed his mouth
against mine again more passionately.  His tongue was trying to
push his way into my mouth, and I opened my lips a bit and his
tongue went right in.

	I was surprised and stunned, but I wasn't angry.  In fact I
was feeling way too many feelings right now to be angry.  My dick
was growing in my pants, like one of those insta-flate boats they
have now that I saw in a television show once, and I felt like I was
on fire.  And I was burning up! It was a good fire though, it felt
really good.  We were both breathing through our noses as Sean
continued to explore the inside of my mouth with his tongue.  The
sensations were more erotic than I ever would have imagined.

	And then, just as I was surrendering to all these feelings, he
broke the kiss apart.  I stared at him dumbfounded.

	"Now, remember, you promised to keep a secret. " he said, and
then there was that naughty little smile of his, and he added, "You
don't seem the kind to kiss and tell anyways."  And I couldn't help
it but to giggle, it was so cute.  It was like I was high or something.

	Then Sean stood up on the toilet stall.  "If someone comes in,
don't freak out, they won't know there's two of us in here." I saw
and understood, because his feet were up on top of the commode.

	I watched in fascination as Sean undid his snap and zipper,
and next thing he had his dick out, it just popping upwards the
moment it cleared the elastic on his underwear as if it were doing an
impersonation of a jack-in-the-box.  I stared at Sean's small but
fully erect dick, and as I stared at it he motioned me closer.

	I moved a bit closer and I started to ask," What do you--"

	Sean reached out with both hands and kind of grabbed me by
the head, and started pushing me down towards his dick.  "Hurry,
before someone comes in."

	Next thing I know I've got Sean's erect dick, pushing up
against my lips.

	"Suck it, " he whispered and pushed my mouth up against his
dick, "Quick, we're running out of time."

	And all at once this fire that was in me flashed out of control.
As soon as he said 'suck it' all I could feel were flames everywhere.
I opened my mouth, and instantly, he pushed his dick all the way
in.  He dick was only about four inches totally erect.  With both of
his hands tugging at my hair on the back of my head, he moved my
head back and forth as he pulled his dick in and out of my mouth.

	"Suck harder, use your tongue." he whispered.

	I pressed my tongue up hard against his dick as it was sliding
in and out of my mouth,  My own cock was rock hard, and I
managed to get it pulled out of my own pants as I was sucking
Sean's totally rigid cock and started masturbating myself while I
sucked.

	There was no room for thought in my young mind, only
emotion; only this fire that shot out from my eyes in pure focus and
concentration.  I couldn't believe what was happening, but there
was no doubt about it, Sean had aroused me more profoundly than
any thoughts or fantasies I had yet had.  I surrendered totally to his
want and control.

	He fucked my face hard and fast now, and I was jacking
myself furiously at the same time.  Sean's whines and moans were
turning me on even more.

	Suddenly Sean let out a short high-pitched gasp, and I felt hot
salty liquid on my tongue.  He held me tight by the head right up
against his smooth pelvis as I felt his abdomen jerk hard several
more times.

	I jerked myself furiously, and suddenly erupted my own cum
on to the bathroom floor.  At the same time Sean pulled his dick out
of my mouth, and I swallowed what fluid he had left there.

	We both pulled out pants back up, and went back out into
the math hall.

	"Meet me at lunch at the amphitheatre, if you want," he said.

	I nodded.

	"Got to go, or I'll be late-- you too- you've got a minute and a
half to get to class."

	I looked at the clock on the wall, there was one right by us, in
fact there were clocks everywhere at this school, more clocks than
any school I'd ever attended in my life-- you could be practically
anywhere in this stupid school, and there was a clock on the wall
within looking distance.

	I read the time and blurted, "Oh shit you're right!"  My next
period was English, and it was clear in the next building.  I ran off
down the hall, which you're not supposed to do, at full speed,
sprinting like a madman - holding my book under my arm, yelling,
"I'm late.  I'm late."  And tapping my left wrist with my right hand
repeatedly.  I quickly exited that hall and entered the English hall
and ran all the way down that one, yelling crazily and looking at
my wrist just like the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland.  "I'm
late, I'm late."  I just barely grabbed the doorknob of Room 222 and
turned it, as the bell rang.  Opening the door to the classroom, in
out-of-breath gasps I said, "...to a very important date..."

	Everyone stared at me as if I'd lost my mind.  I panted quietly
while I took my seat, which, thankfully was near the door-- having
chosen logically one of the best seats to pick at the beginning of the
semester.

	During class the teacher had us all to work on some dumb
essay we were supposed to be all working on that was due in a
couple of weeks-- I had already finished it like the same week it
was assigned to us-- I like writing what can I say, even more than I
like reading.  So, I opened up the unofficial D&D compendium that
Sean had let me borrow and started browsing through it.

	While I was looking at the book I kept having these thoughts
like in the back of my head-- like that just a few minutes ago I was
in the bathroom sucking another boy's dick.  It was weird-- it
seemed significant-- like something I couldn't undo-- but at the
same time I did not feel any regret or shame.  I didn't feel guilty at
all- maybe I suppose I should have- but I didn't.  Of course, I didn't
want anyone to know-- I wanted it to be a secret but it wasn't
because I felt guilty about it.  I guess the only worry I had was
somebody finding out what I'd just done-- and the other thing was,
well, I didn't really understand why I did it.  After a few minutes
though, looking through the book, those thoughts quieted down and
went away, and I was left with just a feeling of giddiness.

	The book was interesting, and full of hot illustrations-- I
always liked a book with pictures in it-- What good is a book with
no pictures or conversations in it??  Really cool looking creatures
depicted in full color drawings.

	Here are some that got my attention:

	"Nymphs:  (elementals of various kinds) that can assume
human form at will for the purpose of having sex with mortal men.
They can assume any human shape either male or female, and do so
by reading a man's mind while fantasizing to determine what form
is most likely to seduce him.  Nymphs can and usually also employ
human clothing. Nymphs often occupy wooded areas and areas near
rivers and streams.  A nymph can also assume human form
indefinitely and interact within human society not being recognized
as a supernatural creature, that in human form a nymph is
practically indiscernible from an actual human being, except for
slightly large and misshapen ears, which they can hide in a variety
of ways.

	'Hummm', I thought to myself  " I didn't know they're actually
shape-shifters."

	I read on...

	"Nymphs at times will also take an image from a picture or
photograph, that their subject shows sexual attention towards, and
take on the form of that image, often times appearing as though the
image actually comes to life from the photograph itself.  The only
way you can cause a nymph to transform back into their natural
form is to cause one to see its own double reflection in-between two
mirrors.  Nymphs are often mistaken to be the female version of a
satyr or faun when in actuality a satyr and a faun are a completely
different creature altogether only partially resembling a human.

	"Cool, " I thought to myself.  Of course, I was quickly
scanning the book looking for more stuff about sexual magical
creatures-- I was amazed that there was so much stuff about sex in
here.  I read on:

	Incubi and Succubi (goblins) :  Spirit creatures that can
appear in the night to molest or rape their victims.  They usually
attack while the subject is asleep, inducing a type of sleep paralysis.
Often times the subject will enjoy great sexual pleasure as the result
of the assault and afterwards may fantasize for the return of the
Incubi who can sense their fantasies.  Incubi always materialize
into a male physical form during the attack, which may be visible,
but often times are not.  Incubi always target female victims while
Succubi always target male victims.  It is probable that Incubi and
Succubi are one in the same creature since both materialize into
male physical forms before the attack regardless of the sex of the
victim.  Also, Incubi and Succubi have been closely associated with
witchcraft.  There are many tales of witches who befriend Incubi or
Succubi who are willing under certain circumstances to be
dispatched at the will of the witch, even allowing the witch to
possess their materialized bodies, during the assault.

	I thought about that one.  "Sleep paralysis?  I read on:

	Tulpas and Doppelgangers: Tulpas and Doppelgangers are a
description of a variety of magical creatures that can take physical
form basing the materialization on thought-forms usually
originating from the subject in dreams or fantasies.  Once
materialized, engaging in sexual acts with the subject usually of
their own desire and cooperation.  Doppelgangers specifically
materialize as an exact replica of the subject and therefore always
engage in homosexual unions only.

	Necromancer: A previously deceased human temporarily
resurrected and reanimated for the purposes of engaging in sexual
union with another human for a temporary period of time, being
bound to their will as a result of the reanimation.

	Water Nymph: Elemental associated with the element water--
A water nymph can seduce any human in her immediate vicinity if
they are staring at their own reflection in water or are completely
submerged in water, binding them to their will- so that instant
obedience to their sexual wishes results in extreme sexual arousal to
the victim- the more they obey the more aroused the victim becomes.

	Suddenly the period bell rang, I slammed the book, and trotted
off to my next class.  At lunch I walked out to the amphitheatre
and not seeing Sean anywhere, I decided to sit on a bench where I
was very visible and eat my lunch while reading some more of the
book.  I finished my lunch and still no sign of Sean.

	I fished for my Walkman and tapes inside of my backpack.
The sun was shining right in my eyes and I loved to listen to music
and close my eyes in the sunshine.  The Walkman was amazing.
Just having came out, I begged my parents for one, being that
among other things I am a huge audiophile.  Now I could take my
music with me where ever I go.  Usually you're not allowed to play
them during school hours but they recently gave in and now let us
play them at lunch.

	I looked through my tapes and decided on Beethoven;
Symphony Number Nine.  The tape was already queued up.  I hated
discussing Classical Music with other kids my own age- If I
mentioned Beethoven, they'd say something like, 'Oh, yea, I know
The Fifth of Beethoven, but I never heard The Ninth.' -- That so
irritates me because EVERYBODY knows The Fifth of Beethoven-
having a huge disco version of it that came out a few years ago-
which I will make no comment on.  So I'd say something like, 'Have
you ever heard of Fur Elise??  Ode To Joy??'  And I'd get this blank
look, shrugged shoulders, 'Sorry, ' they'd say.  So then I would
whistle a few bars of Fur Elise and they'd be like, 'Oh Yea!! I know
that tune!!' and then I'd whistle a few bars from Ode To Joy and
again they'd say 'Oh Yea!! I know that one too!!'  and I'm like,
'That comes from Beethoven's Ninth Symphony.'  And they would
say something like,  'That's The Ninth Symphony??'  and I'd get this
really irritated look on my face and say something like, 'NO, its
NOT The Ninth Symphony, Its IN The Ninth Symphony!!!'  and
they'd say 'And Fur Elise too? ' and I'd say "NO-- Fur Elise is NOT
in the ninth symphony' and usually by then I'm so irritated that I'll
just say I don't want to talk about classical music anymore and
they'll be absolutely clueless why.  I just have to change the subject
I guess because I'm afraid there eventually going to ask me
something like, 'How come they never have any words in them??
Wouldn't they be so much better with words?'  And then I'd have to
tell them that 'THE NINTH SYMPHONE DOES HAVE
WORDS YOU IDIOT!!!!!!!!!"

	And, then I'd make this big old scene, and get sent to the
principal's office AGAIN, and he'd ask me (being a classical music
fan himself), 'Discussed Classical Music again with people that will
never ever in a thousand lifetimes ever appreciate it or understand
why others appreciate it?'  and I'd say, 'Well yes.'

	So, the last time, the principal (a real little tiny guy, not a
midget, just really short, I'm serious -- he stands about four foot
five at the most, and he makes you want to cut one every time you
see him no matter how serious the situation is) gave me some advise,
being a really cool guy, no, he really is-- he told me, 'Dereck-- from
now on be a SECRET classical music listener.  Don't let anyone
know.  Keep it a secret.'  And so I tried what he said, and it works,
it really works-- now I don't even mention to people anything about
it.  If someone asks me what I'm listening to I tell them Styx-- and
they always like that.  Mr. Roboto I tell them ('cause I know all the
words to that song)  And sometimes they'll say 'It doesn't sound like
Styx' and I'll just say 'Well it is, what's the matter you don't
understand mosquito sounds?-- which is what it sounds like
anyways unless you got the damn head-phones on your damn head--
and usually they just go away at that point because they sense I'm
slightly irritated now and besides its rude to try and talk to
someone when they're listening to music.

	And if somebody does ever ask me if I like classical music I
tell them, 'No- I hate classical music-- and you want to know
why??-- because they never have any words!!  And I hate
Beethoven most of all-- because all of his stuff really doesn't have
any words!!!    And the only classical song I ever listen to is the
disco version of Beethoven's Fifth even though it doesn't have any
words and only because I can dance to it!!!!"

	So there I am listening with my eyes closed, head tilted
upwards staring at the sun through my eyelids, the large D&D
book closed sitting in front of me.  The track finally comes to an
end.  I was hoping that Sean would've taped me on the shoulders
sometime while I was listening.

	I opened my eye, and there's this kid sitting next to me--
Before I have a chance to react he says, "Sorry, I would never
interrupt someone while they were listening to Beethoven."

	And in a very surprised tone I said, "You knew it was
Beethoven."

	"Of course, The Ninth Symphony-- a very lovely piece, but I
have to be honest and tell you that it isn't my favorite.  My favorite
would be a toss-up between Beethoven's Opera 'Fidelio' or Mozart's
'The Magic flute'.

	I sat there stunned.  I didn't know what to say.  The Magic
Flute was without a doubt my most favorite piece of classical
music.  Finally I retorted, "Never heard Fidelio, I'll have to get it
now that you recommended it."

	"Names Tommy, Tommy Thompson," the boy said as he held
out his hand.

	I shook it saying, "Dereck,"

	"So, whatcha doin' I don't think I've ever seen you eat lunch
out here before."

	"No, usually I don't-- " I came very,very close just for an
instant of saying I'm here waiting for the boy of my dreams but
caught myself just in the nick of time.

	"Usually I eat my lunch over in Smoker's Field."  I added.

	"Why, do you smoke?"

	"No, but, most of the kids out there-- there a little anti-social
and that suites me just fine."

	"Listen, I couldn't help notice your book there-- are you into
Dungeons & Dragons?"

	"Maybe, are you?"

	"You're talking to probably the biggest D&D nut in the whole
school."

	"That's hard to believe." I said.

	"Can I take a look?" he said pointing towards the book.

	"Sure." and I handed him the book.

	"Wow dude-- this is all unofficial."

	"You think?" I said.

	After scanning through the book for several minutes Tommy
said, "It's got a lot of stuff about magic and sex in here."

	"Yea I know."

	"Kind of hot!  Where'd you get it?"

	"Actually, it belongs to a friend of mine, he's loaned it to me
for a couple of days."

	"Hey-- if you want-- what are you doing Sunday, late
afternoon?"

	"I don't know-- nothing."

	"Well-- do you want to come over to my house--  My folks are
taking my little brother out to the movies for his birthday, and I'll
have the place to myself until about eight o'clock.  I've got tons of
D&D books, I'll show 'em to you, I'll even let you borrow one if you
want."

	"Well- I can't lend you this one, like I said-"

	"No, its cool." Tommy said.

	"Well, as long as I can be home by eight," I said.

	"Sure-- no prob'," he said.

	I wanted to be home by eight, not because my parents had a
curfew for me-- basically I could stay out till ten if I wanted on the
week-ends-- my parents didn't care-- as long as I called and told
them where I was-- no the reason I wanted to be home by eight on
Sunday was because that was Mork & Mindy night.  I don't know-
- I wasn't really too much into television, mostly I didn't watch it--
I'd rather read or work on one of my writings-- but I liked Mork &
Mindy-- really, it was kind of a stupid show-- but it did have a lot
of good one liners-- really funny-- but that's not the reason why I
watched it-- the real reason I never missed an episode is because I
had this thing for any kind of a show or movie that was about
aliens.  I didn't care how stupid it was-- I must've seen every
episode of My Favorite Martian, in re-runs like 18 times apiece.
Every special, every movie that came on about aliens I had to
watch-- I'd seen that old movie, Invasion of The Body Snatchers
like twenty times, Invaders From Mars like twenty times, I'd snuck
in to see the movie 'Alien' just this last summer-- And I didn't even
care if I got in trouble-- my parents would have understood-- I was
more than willing to pay to get in-- but they wouldn't let me
because you had to be with your parent if you were under
seventeen-- and my parents weren't in to any of this stuff-- they
would rather see a movie like The Sting or Butch Cassidy with Paul
Newman - I never watched movies like that-- oh crap give me a
break.  I even went to see Superman The Movie when it came out,
even though Superman bored me, just because he's supposedly an
alien from the planet Krypton.  I was just barely able to DRAG my
parents to take me to see that -- there was no way they would go
see Alien with me.

	So, I didn't want to tell Tommy that I wanted to watch Mork
& Mindy, but he didn't make a big thing of it."

	"Besides, " Tommy said, "You've got to listen to Fidelio if
you've never heard it.  I'll let you borrow it."

	"Alright," I said.

	"I wish I could invite you over after school but I got band
practice all this week, and Saturday's out because my dad's taking
me shopping for clothes-- "

	Just then the period bell rang again, signifying the end of
lunch.  We both stood up.  That's when I noticed Tommy's bright
blue socks.

	"What gives?" I asked pointing at his socks.  You're the second
kid today I've met sportin' weird colored socks.

	"Oh, -" Tommy started to speak.

	"Let me guess- your mom's behind on the wash, and your old
soccer socks were the only thing you had left clean."

	"Yea-- how'd you know?"

	"Lucky guess- that's all."

	"Ok--  Meet me in front of the school on Sunday like five
O'clock- k?"

	"Like where in front of the school? " I responded.

	"By the bike racks."

	"Sure," I said, and wandered off to my locker.

	While walking from my locker to my next class I couldn't help
but to remark on just how much alike Tommy and Sean looked-- I
mean they could pass for identical twins, except that Tommy was
obviously older-- I think fifteen, I knew he wasn't a freshman, so he
had to be a sophomore.  Maybe even sixteen- I wasn't sure. And he
was taller - over a foot taller than Sean, he was taller than I was
even, by about an inch.  but beside that they looked practically
alike.  They both had long really blond hair which completely
covered their ears, and with bangs in their eyes-- they both were
slender but not skinny having that little bit of fat around the
middle which actually looked kind of attractive.

	After I got out of school, I headed to my locker and then to
the bike racks.  On the ride home I thought about this possible new
friend Tommy-- I wondered if he would show on Sunday-- If not
that would make two potential friends that both didn't show.
Sean, I didn't mind so much because I wasn't sure how I was going
to handle the whole dick sucking incident anyways-- I mean-- I
didn't want him to think that's something I wanted to do a lot--
even again-- I wanted him to know I wasn't gay- and I wasn't
really sure why I did it in the first place but I wouldn't mind being
his friend-- I just didn't want him thinking that I'd be sucking his
dick again.

	On the rest of the ride home, and all that night I kept fretting
about what had happened that day.  I didn't think I was gay, but
at the same time I didn't mind the experimentation I just didn't
want it to happen again, and that's what worried me.

	That night I went to bed late, just to make sure my parents
were already asleep, because I wanted to masturbate some more.  I
took off all my clothes and lay on top of my covers, and I started
stroking my cock.  I wanted to think about girls, and I even tried
but for some reason my mind kept thinking, remembering seeing
Sean naked in the showers this morning and then sucking his dick
in the bathroom.  As soon as images came into my mind of sucking
Sean's dick in the bathroom my dick,which was having trouble
getting hard, suddenly went fully erect.  I found myself jerking hard
remembering the event.  And then I started to use imagination.  I
started to invent possible future encounters with Sean.  I imagined
he was with me right now, on a sleepover and that we were both
naked on the bed with erections.  I imagined sucking his dick again,
and then I imagined him sucking mine.

	And then suddenly I jumped up off the bed.  I snuck down the
hall naked since my parents were both in their room with the door
closed.  Oh what a sight-- my boner leading the way.  I actually did
this quite often, it was nothing new.

	I went into the bathroom and opened the medical cabinet, and
grabbed the jar of Vaseline.  I then tiptoed back to my room and
shut the door quietly.  I lay back down on the bed, and lubed up a
finger, and then stuck it up into my butt-hole.  I had done this
many times before, knowing that finger-fucking yourself feels good,
but it hadn't occurred to me until now that it also might make
jacking off feel better as well.

	I jacked myself slowly with one hand while I finger-fucked
myself with the other hand.  After a minute or two, I worked a
second finger, and then a third.  My hunch was right-- it did make
jacking-off feel even better.  Tonight I was in no hurry-- I wasn't
sleepy and I had a lot of sexual tension, so I was taking my time
and enjoying myself-- besides I was in a mood to experiment.

	While I was fingering myself pretty good, and jacking off my
mind began to wonder again.  I was imagining again, where I'd left
off, that Sean was in my room.  And I imagined that he was
fucking me.  But then something funny happened.  I kept trying to
imagine Sean fucking me, but my mind kept bringing images of
Tommy fucking me.  Tommy naked, and Tommy fucking me-- but try
as I might, my imagination kept insisting to bring up images of
Tommy instead of Sean.

	Suddenly, I jumped up off the bed again.  This time I snuck
outside to the garage.  Where was it-- Where did my dad put it--
Ah there it is, I found it.  The squeegee.  The handle was perfect.  I
grabbed it, and ran back into the house and snuck back into my
room.  My dick more erect than ever.

	I lay  back down on the bed and I lubed up the squeegee
handle-- this was the first time that I endeavored to stick anything
up there bigger than a magic marker.  I put on a liberal amount of
Vaseline, and pushed it up against my asshole, and then slowly in.
It slid in fairly easy without any pain at all.  It turned me on
because it would look so obscene to see a wooden handle sticking
out of my ass about the same width as a real cock.  I then began to
slowly fuck myself with it, and imagine Tommy fucking me.

	I didn't know why I was imagining this-- all evening I was
determined not to repeat anymore sexual experimenting with other
boys-- I didn't even want to fantasize about it-- but I couldn't help
it.  The images just came up and it worked.

	This felt so damn good.  I was whispering, 'Fuck me harder
Tommy, yea, fuck me harder!" Oh God and even though I wanted to
play with myself longer, I was unable to stop myself this time--
literally squirting cum, not dribbling it, but squirting it-- three big
squirts shot out of my dick with the squeegee handle embedded far
up into my hole.  Oh God-- this was my most intense ejaculation
yet.

	I went to the bathroom and washed off the squeegee handle
and put the jar of Vaseline back and washed my hands also.  I then
went back to my room and threw the squeegee under my bed.  I
decided that I wasn't going to put that back.  I decided that I
wanted to keep it for myself-- my dad could go buy another one-- he
kept misplacing them all the time anyways.

	Then as I lay there waiting to drift off into la-la-land, I
thought to myself, does this mean that I'm gay?  That I also
fantasize about boy's fucking me.  I wasn't sure what to think
anymore-- and I kind of surrendered to the fact that I enjoyed
fantasizing in this way and I refused to feel guilty about it-- I also
refused to feel guilty about my experimentation-- even if it were to
happen in the future-- I guess I just surrendered to the fact that if
I'm gay I'm gay.  And if I were gay, there wouldn't be a damn thing
I could do about it anyways, except miss out on a lot of fun.  And,
I had been tossing and turning, unable to get sleepy, but as soon as
I surrendered to that line of thinking-- almost instantly, my mind
went blank and I felt myself drifting off to sleep-- apparently, my
mind had a mind of its own.

	The next day at school I didn't see Sean in the locker room for
P.E., in fact, I didn't see him all the rest of the week.  Oh well--  In
fact, I didn't see Tommy either, even though I went and ate lunch
in the amphitheatre like every day at lunch.  By Friday, I was
feeling like old Dereck again with no friends.

	Saturday I was depressed so I slept in very late which was
unusual for me.  I didn't go anywhere or do anything, and Saturday
night I just stayed home and watched TV with my folks even
though the shows were boring-- I even watched Quincy, M.A. - Oh
My God I really was depressed.

	Sunday I felt a little better, and decided to go to the arcade
and play video games.  Truth was I was just trying to eat up time
until about 4:30 when I would head towards the school to meet
Tommy.  I was anxious, and nervous-- Because I was really starting
to think he wouldn't show.  I mean, I hadn't seen him since
Monday.

	I told my parents where I was going, and that I was going to
go to a friends' house after and probably wouldn't be home until like
7:30 or something.  And that was fine with them, I think they were
happy to see me go somewhere and do something.

	I thought playing video games at the arcade would help the
time go by more quickly, but it didn't-- the minute hand seem to me
moving slower than a slug.  Finally, at 4:15 I couldn't wait any
longer, and head out on my bicycle towards the school.

	When I got there, it was about a quarter to five.  I went to
the bike racks, and sat down next to my bike.  I brought my music
with me, I had been listening to The Eagles on the ride over, and
now decided on something a little different-- something to fit my
mood-- "Pink Floyd-- The Dark Side Of The Moon"

	I started the tape, and while it played through the first track,
I was thinking that this was stupid-- he's not going to show.
Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted when I saw a kid walking
over towards me.  I hit stop and took off my headphones.  It was
Tommy yelling and waving his hands, "Hey-- You showed up-- Cool.
I thought for sure you wouldn't show up!"

	Then Tommy started jogging the rest of the way towards me,
while I walked in his direction.  When we met in the middle,
Tommy spoke first.

	"Quick, get your bike, let's go, we don't have that much time."

	That line sounded vaguely familiar to me.  I quickly fetched
my bike, opting to get on it and ride it back to where Tommy stood
waiting for me.

	As Tommy lead the way to his house, I slowly rode my bike
along side.

	On the way I found out that Tommy was actually sixteen and
a half, although he looked quite a bit younger, although he was
about the right height for a sixteen year old everything else about
him looked very boyish-- very much reminding me of Sean again.
And that he was in the tenth grade, explaining to me that he had
gone back a grade in elementary school not as a result of bad
academics but as a result of transferring from public to private
school when he was ten.

	 Along the way I confessed my affinity for alien shows and
movies-- I don't know why.  I had told him at first that I was into
aliens and he said he was also. It just seemed Tommy was very easy
to talk to-- he seemed a very easygoing, honest guy.

	"You ever see The Day The Earth Stood Still?" Tommy asked
me.

	"Yea, that one's good, but I have to be honest and say that
that's not my favorite."

	"Oh yea-- what's your favorite?" he said with a smirk that
looked just like Sean's naughty smile.

	"Well I'd have to say it's a toss up between Close Encounters
of The Third Kind, And--"

	"War Of The Worlds"  Tommy interjected.

	"How'd you know that?" I asked astonished.

	"Dude-- It's the best, hands down-- although you are right
CE3K is the only runner up."

	"I thought the book was better than the movie though."  I
said.  "Although the movie rocks." I said.

	"Told you I'm into aliens," Tommy said obviously seeing I was
impressed.

	"Okay, if you think you're into aliens so much- What town
was first invaded in the Mercury Theatre radio play version?"

	"That's easy - Grover's Mill."

	"Damn! " I said.

	"Don't you think it's a weird coincidence that Orson Well's
did that radio-play and the story was by H.G. Wells?"  Tommy
asked.

	"Yea.  Hey-- I heard that the Orson Wells radio play was
really-"

	"A top secret operation by the government to see how people
would react if they believed that aliens were real and here on earth."
Tommy interrupted me.

	"You knew that one too," I said.

	"Of course, I know everything when it comes to aliens,"
Tommy said proudly.

	"Okay, if you know everything, who narrated the musical
version?"  I was sure I would have him stumped this time.

	"Charlton Heston-- And his voice is the creepiest."  Tommy
responded without any hesitation.

	"What's your favorite song from the musical?" I asked.

	"Um,  The Spirit of Man."  Tommy said after a moment of
thought.

	"You HAVE heard the musical!"  I was totally astonished, I
thought like only me and four other people in the entire planet even
knew a musical was made of it.  "That's my favorite song too." I
said clearly impressed.

	"Okay, now let me ask you some questions since YOU seem to
think you know so much about aliens?"

	"Okay, shoot," I said.


	"What was the date NASA announced there was intelligent
life on mars?"

	"July 31st, 1976." I responded immediately.

	"What was the date John Kennedy was going to tell America
about everything the government knew about aliens on earth?"

	"November 22, 1963 - Same day he was killed." I responded
without hesitation.

	"Humm-- You ARE good."  Tommy said seeming genuinely
impressed.

	"I've got one for you--" I said.

	"Ok- Shoot-- You won't stump me-- I know too much." Tommy
said.

	"Oh yea-- no one knows more than I do about aliens." I
retorted proudly.

	"Ok, - let me think, alright- ready?" I asked.

	"Yup."

	"Ok-- You'll never get this one-- not in a million years."

	"Just ask me," he said.

	"What was the date of the most infamous, most legendary,
most widely witnessed close-encounter of all time?"

	"Modern or ancient?" Tommy asked.

	"Of all time!!!" I shouted.

	"Okay okay, don't get your dander up-- now let me see-- let me
think-- most legendary-- close encounter-- of all time--"

	"Come on either you know it or you don't." I said impatiently.

	"I think you would be referring to The Star Of Bethlehem -
December 24th - Christmas Eve."

	"Holy shit!!  You do know." I exclaimed.

	"The night Jesus was born."  Tommy added confidently.

	"I was wondering - Do you think Jesus was an alien?"

	"Have you ever read the book of John?" Tommy asked in total
seriousness.

	"No. Why should I?"

	"Why should you?-- You're into aliens-- and you've never read
the book of John?"

	"No.  I never have."

	"Read John.  And then you'll know."

	"Can't you just tell me?"

	"I can't tell you."

	"Why not?"

	"Because, its a secret."

	"Shut up- Just tell me."

	"Alright-- In the book of John Jesus says like five billion times
in there, 'I AM NOT OF THIS WORLD"

	"Wow!!" I said.

	"Its seems like he was trying to make it pretty damn clear--
and still those Christian folks man-- can't see the trees in the damn
forest!!"

	"I mean, the dude says 'I AM NOT OF THIS WORLD' and
not just once, like five billion times, like every few paragraphs--
there he says it again, 'I AM NOT OF THIS WORLD.  Now you
tell me Dereck-- If I said to you: "I AM NOT OF THIS WORLD"
what would you think??"

	"I'd think you were an alien."

	"Right-- so, this is a secret about Jesus-- he says things strait
out-- he don't bull shit-  Its just that most people CAN NOT
believe-- and that should not surprise anyone-- Jesus says that like
13 trillion times that basically that's their problem-- they can't
believe-- they just don't friggin believe!  They'll have us believe they
believe but they don't believe"

	"Wow-- so Jesus is an alien!" I was still marveling over this
concept.

	"Jesus said a lot of things that were hard to believe-- like this
one: 'You have to first become like a small child to get into heaven
because heaven is made up of the likes of these.'  When was the last
time you saw a Christian worried they weren't getting into heaven
because of that line?  They don't LOOK or ACT like small children
to me-- do they to you??  Never mind.  Here's another one: 'He who
believes in me WILL NEVER DIE' that's a directo quoto by the
way- and not the only one-- Here's another one 'You can not believe
in death and believe in life', if you believe in me you CAN NOT
believe in death' and yet watch them tell you that everybody dies
and heaven's on the other side--  They'll say things like, 'Life
AFTER Death' Look Jesus never said anything about Life AFTER
death-- He said if you believe in Him - You'll NEVER friggin
DIE!!  That THERE IS NO DEATH - Jesus said a bunch of times
that with Him there is NO DEATH-- Death can't even touch you--
You'll never even come near death-- 'Death where is your sting?
Where is your power?' -- I can go on and on. "

	"He even proved it by his own resurrection just because he
knew that what he said about never dying was very hard to believe-
- easier to believe though if He proved he has power over death.
But, here ask them yourself Dereck-- Ask them about that line say
'Hey you believe in Jesus right? So, you believe you'll never die
right??' Just stand there and watch them spend forty-five minutes
trying to un-do that verse.  You'll see for yourself-- they don't really
believe the things that Jesus said - not when it contradicts their
own understanding.  Most of these people, change the meaning of
what He said all around and twist it inside out and backwards--
and that's why they have to have these huge big long sermons
because it takes them so long to undo what is a very simple and
obvious statement; in order to take the magic out of it; to take the
power out of it.  I mean, its so damn simple-- that even a
kindergartner could understand it without no one having to try and
explain it to him in one of these long drawn out and complex
lectures from the pulpit.  Basic rule of thumb is Dereck-- If a basic
truth takes a lot of complicated explaining for someone to
understand it-- it ain't the truth.  Because the truth is simple, and
easy to understand.  Its just that most people are not willing to
believe it."

	"Wow!" I said again.  I didn't know what else to say.

	"Jesus says a lot of things besides 'I AM NOT OF THIS
WORLD' that are really simple and obvious statements about a
whole lot of things-- and he even says before he says a lot of these
statements-- Most of you won't be able to believe this what I am
about to say-- What I'm about to say is very hard to believe, most
won't believe it, he says that a lot especially in the book of John--
In fact, the book of John is where most of them are.  So read it,
you'll find out a lot-- read it before the brain-washers get in your
head and try to program you how to interpret stuff that you don't
need any help interpreting-- Just read it at face value-- Your still a
kid, so you have the advantage-- The adults-- Jesus said-- have to
learn how to think like YOU-- before they'll get ANY of it-- Jesus
even said that.  Its so obvious that most of what Jesus said just
flies right over the heads of most adults like The Concord you know
the SST, Wheeewwwww.  It flies over their heads because they're
too damn complicated.  In all of their complexity of thinking and
sophistication of mind and thought-- they can't understand when
someone reveals some of the most profound truths of the entire
universe so simple and easy to understand.  "

	I thought to myself, 'Wow-- I didn't know someone Tommy's
age could be so deep and know so much stuff.'  He seemed like a
major cool friend to me.  I was glad I got to meet him.

	At this point, we arrived at Tommy's house.  We went
upstairs into his room and he closed the door.  I noticed right away
on the back side of his door there was a large picture of the moon at
crescent and a bright star-- .

	Tommy's room was fairly plain.  He had a few things on the
walls, that was all-- but what was there was really interesting.

	Behind his bed was a black-velvet portrait of Jesus, but it
was weird because Jesus had red-hair.  I'd never seen Jesus
portrayed as having red hair before.

	On another wall he had a picture of an Indian Medicine Man,
with an Indian boy.  They had a fire going, and the smoke from the
fire was making shapes of different animals and stuff, and the
medicine man was holding his hands out like he was a magician or
something or a conjurer or something like that.

	On another wall he had a painting of a giant rooster-- now
that was different.  Tommy saw me studying it and said, "You like
my big cock?"

	"Interesting," I said.

	On the wall behind his dresser was a picture of the city of
Manhattan upside down, with the words 'WE ARE NOT
ALONE"

	On his dresser was a crystal pyramid, and nine clocks.

	"Why so many clocks?" I asked Tommy.

	"I like to know what time it is?"

	"Oh, but wouldn't one be enough?"

	"No." Tommy said strait out.

	Ok, I could see he didn't want to talk about it.  I whistled the
theme from The Twilight Zone, but Tommy didn't take any offense.

	One of the clocks was an orange, with two arms and two legs
sticking out like it was a person, and in one of his hands was a
knife.  On that same arm was an eyeball.

	Another clock was The Disney version of Alice from Alice in
Wonderland, blue dress and all and on her right wrist was a super
giant watch, which was where the clock was.

	Another clock had a baseball cap on it that said 'B' for The
Boston Red socks.

	Another clock was of a black top hat like the kind magician's
wear, with a big eye in the middle of it and two arms and legs were
sticking out of it also, in one hand was a sign that said 'Everyone
there wears a hat'  in the other hand , a sign that read 'Everyone
knows where its at' and under the clock it said  'Lidsville is the
living end.'

	There was a clock of Peter from Peter Pan, One from Bed
knobs & Broomsticks, one from Mary Poppins, another one was of
that Frog-lizard-dragon thing or whatever it was from H.R. Puff
'n' Stuff and finally the Winnabago from Escape To Witch
Mountain.

	But by far the coolest thing in Tommy's room were the mirrors.
He had two mirror's facing one another but not directly, that were
at weird angles and I'm not even going to try and describe it-- its
too hard.

	"What's with the mirrors?"  I asked.

	"Check it out," Tommy said, and he stood in-between the
mirrors, "Stand like this."

	I took Tommy's place in-between the mirrors.

	"What do you see?" Tommy asked me.

	"Wow-- that's cool,"  I said.  "a million me's."

	"More than a million-- infinity." Tommy said.

	I stared into the mirrors-- kind of mesmerized.

	"Some people believe," Tommy went on to say while I was
starring at my own reflections, " that there's an infinity of
dimensions-- where every one starts out just like this reality-- but
changes somewhere along the line-- where something in your life
went different than it did.  All the way from just now, to one
second after you were born.  Anyways, there's a you in every one of
those other realities.  And there's only one moment, ever, when the
you in every single one of these realities all meet at a single point
and that's when you look into a double reflection of yourself.  Only
problem is, you wouldn't know this unless you tried it-- Its not so
easy as you think-- the thing is  you have to look into your own
eyes, but, usually if you just have two mirrors facing each other
perpendicular to each other, your damn head will be in the way-- no
matter how you try to move your head out of the way-- its always
in the way-- so you can't see your eyes on the other side-- but this
arrangement solves the problem-- see your head 'aint in the way."

	"You thought of this yourself?"

	"Yup."

	"Your a genius."

	"Anyways, you should also know that some people think its
bad luck."

	"Why?" I asked.

	"Superstition-- two doors or two mirrors facing each other-- is
supposed to open a portal."

	"A portal where?"

	"Dun know-- to the spirit world I guess."

	"Why would that be a bad thing?"

	"Like I said, I don't know-- superstition-- being afraid of
what you can't see."

	"Oh."

	"Superstition also has it that if you look long enough, you'll
see someone waving, way, way in the back, like the last mirror you
can see."

	I kept staring but suddenly I got a chilly kind of feeling
running all through me and I suddenly got out.

	"Got Spooked didn't you?"

	"Yea."

	"Happens to everybody, no one can explain it either, its like
the concept of infinity starts to enter into your mind-- and you get
spooked."

	"Yea, I guess.   Well, I guess I'm not a nymph." I added.

	"Why's that?"

	"Oh, I was just reading today in that book I borrowed-- that
if a nymph looks at its own double-reflection it changes back into
its natural form."

	"Hummm, " Tommy said out loud, "Doesn't mean your not a
nypmh-- This could be your natural form."  Tommy then went into
his closet.  And came out with a handful of books.  "Here, look
through these while I get more comfortable."  He said as he threw
the books on the bed.

	And then, Tommy took off his shirt.

	That's when I saw the necklace hanging around his neck, the
pendant on it I could see clearly from here was a pentagram.

	"Wow-- " I said as soon as I saw it. I reached up and held the
pendant in my hand.  "That's cool."

	"Pentagram--"

	"Yea,yea, symbol of the witch." I said.

	"NO-- ancient occult symbol of magic."

	"So, its not the symbol of a witch?"

	"Doncha know Dereck-- there's no such thing as witches." he
said as he winked at me and smiled.  "Read!"  He said pointing at
the books on the bed.

	I flopped down on the bed, and opened up a book.  I watched
as Tommy then took off his shoes, and then his pants, stripping all
the way down to only his blue socks and white briefs.

	Tommy caught me glancing at him, and I quickly looked
away.

	"Its ok, I'm not embarrassed if you look.  I hope you don't
mind, I usually strip to my underwear when I'm at home. You want
me to put some pants on?"

	"No, its ok," I said.

	He then flopped on to the bed facing me-- both of us sitting
"Indian-Style."

	"This one's pretty cool," he said as he pointed to a particular
magazine. "You'd really like this one."

	I opened that one up and started to browse through it when
Tommy suddenly said, "Hey-- its pretty warm in here-- Aren't you
warm??-- You could strip to your underwear too if you want."

	And I don't know why-- without even thinking, I said,
"Okay,"   It was weird, I thought this was weird and I could have
said no thanks but I didn't I just said okay and started undressing.
As I was undressing I kept thinking in the back of my head maybe I
shouldn't do this but, I couldn't help it, it was like I was already in
action and I couldn't stop myself.  I got down to just my white
briefs, and then flopped back down on the bed, to look at the books.
I had a funny feeling in the back of my head-- a suspicion
something more was about to happen but I acted like everything
was normal.

	We were both looking at the different books, and every so
often Tommy would reach over to show me something or indicate to
turn the page, and when he would do that he would kind of grab
two of my fingers, you know just for a second and then let go.  He
did that two or three times, and I thought-- What's up with that?

	And then it happened-- we were there looking at the books--
Tommy's hand came over by me to point to something in the book,
and lightly brushed up against my groin this time.  I looked him
strait in the eyes as soon as he did it.

	"Nice package," he said.

	"Thanks, you've got a nice package too."   I responded.

	And again, I don't know why I said that!  Well it was true!!
I often say what just comes to my mind.  He did have a nice
package-- nicer than mine-- I could see it very well, him with his
legs spread apart sitting on the bed.  I couldn't help but notice it.
Its just that I can't believe I said that, even when I heard it come
out of my own mouth I still couldn't believe it.

	The other thing I couldn't believe is that I was getting a
boner.  I had been since the moment Tommy lightly touched me there
on the outside of my underwear.  My dick started to swell up
instantly, and it seemed that my mind was no longer connected to
my mouth- that my mouth literally had a mind of its own saying,
'thanks, you have a nice package too'

	And what happened next was like completely unbelievable to
me.  I leaned forward and reached my hand out towards Tommy's
lap, and I started rubbing his package.  This is hard to explain but,
well damn-- it was like I had two personalities-- the normal one I
have most of the time and then another one that only comes out
when my dick starts to swell-- and takes over-- I'm just as surprised
to discover what I do next as anyone else!!  Its like I'm just sitting
in the back of my eyes watching while somebody else possesses my
body.

	I couldn't believe this was happening.  I couldn't believe I
was actually doing this.  But there I was rubbing Tommy's cock
through his underwear and I could tell he was hard-- and big--
really big, and I was getting even more aroused.

	I rubbed his dick that way through his briefs for a bit, and
then Tommy got up on to his knees and pulled the front of his
Jockey's down, and his big erect cock was in full view looking
totally out of perspective for his body-- it was at least seven inches
I would say-- maybe seven and a half inches, and thick-- I mean
wide around-- it was huge-- and it had this great big head on it,
and there it was looking so inviting.

	I grabbed it with my right hand.  It felt so good in my hand.
I stroked it gently and stared at it-- I must've looked like a deer
caught in someone's headlights-- I mean I couldn't help but stare at
it.  It was like it was hypnotizing me-- cock hypnosis.  And for
another minute I just stroked Tommy and stared at his huge cock.

	And then I leaned down and put it in my mouth.  I had to, I
couldn't help it-- I needed to-- I'd wanted to since I first saw it--
and now there I was sucking on Tommy's cock just like that's what
I wanted to do since I met him-- but it really wasn't.  I didn't know
what was happening to me.  Here I am sucking my second dick in
one week-- never having done it before-- never even really thinking
about it before.  And I wasn't thinking about it now-- I was just
doing it.

	It was that fire I was talking about earlier; inside of me was
this fire-- when it ignited, anything could happen.  Anything was
possible.

	After a couple minutes of sucking on Tommy's dick, I was
getting pretty into it.  It seemed like there was no logical thought
now, just passion and intuition.  The way I was sucking his cock
you would have thought this was a secret desire of mine since
kindergarten or something-- when really I had never thought about
it before this week.

	I was currently rubbing my tongue firmly against the
underside of Tommy's dick as I sucked hard, my lips spread
obscenely wide by the girth of his member.  I paid particular
attention to his cock-head--  sometimes taking it out of my mouth to
lick the underside of it, which seemed to please young Tommy.
Every so often I would look up to make eye contact with Tommy,
and it was obvious that he was very much enjoying this.

	All at once Tommy pushed me up into a kneeling position on
the bed, and without hesitation, pulled my underwear down, and
dived right into sucking my dick.  It felt good.  My dick getting
even bigger and harder, I think bigger than it ever did before, with
him sucking on it really good the way he was doing.

	While Tommy was sucking on me, he was also playing with
my nipples with his hands and that was driving me wild.  I'd never
thought to touch them before.  At first it tickled, like when you
touch the bottoms of your feet-- but then my nipples got hard and it
felt really, really good along with him going down on me.  I never
even knew nipples could get hard.  I was amazed.

	Looking down at the top of Tommy's head, the long blond
hair, the boyish looking body-- it looked like a young boy was
sucking me off, but it was illusion-- Tommy was no little boy-- not
with a cock like that.  But like I said earlier the rest of him looked
very boyish-- he had practically no underarm hair, and in fact the
whole entire length of his body looked smooth-- his arms, his legs,
everything except the bush of pubes around his dick, which was
very hairy and looking just like a man-- even his balls were smooth
though.

	At this point, Tommy started sucking a little differently, and
all of a sudden, the pleasure increased dramatically.  I closed my
eyes kind of leaning back using my two arms to support me, still
being on my knees.

	Tommy was doing magic to my dick right now, and I was
astonished that it could ever feel so good.  He kept sucking like that
for a couple minutes, and all I could do was keep my eyes closed
tight, as though this might be a dream, and I was afraid I'd wake
up.

	And then as Tommy was sucking and slurping away on my
dick, he tugged hard on my feet motioning for me to sit down,
which I did.  Tommy got me into a position where I was laying on
my back, with my legs out in front of me, bent at the knees.  Tommy
spread my knees apart, and went back to giving me more of my first
blow job ever.  As Tommy was sucking me, he had started to play
with my butt hole with his finger, and this increased my pleasure.
And not too long later, he was finger fucking me while he was
sucking me off, and now I was squirming and making funny sounds
of passion.  Soon he added a second finger, and then a third, and
sucking me the whole time.

	Tommy kept telling me what a nice ass I had, saying it many
times as he was getting more fingers into it.  Me now feeling very
comfortable with him finger fucking me with three of his digits.

	And all of a sudden, as though a different voice than my own,
a different will than my own, but using my brain, and my mouth,
and my vocal chords, sat up momentary and said to Tommy, "I want
you to fuck me."

	"Oh God yes!" Tommy exclaimed, "I Want to fuck you so bad -
Your such a hot kid, you know that?"

	I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything.

	"Are you sure?" Tommy asked.

	"I want your big cock in my ass!  Yes I'm sure" I panted hardly
believing the words coming out of my mouth.

	"Have you ever been fucked before?"

	"No, but I have played around with my ass before, I know it
feels good."

	"Don't worry-- you can trust me.  I know how to do it so it
won't hurt." Tommy said sounding sincere.

	"I don't care-- just fuck me before I change my mind!"

	Tommy got two large pillows and told me to lay on my
stomach, across the top of the pillows in such a way that the
pillows lifted my ass up into the air.  Tommy then got a jar of
Vaseline.

	"I use this to jack off with," he said. "There's nothing better."

	I watched him, creaking my neck as he greased up my hole,
and then liberally applied a bunch of the stuff onto his dick, getting
himself nice and hard with his hand also.   Tommy then got on top
of me, rubbing his dick-head around until he found my hole.

	"There, right there." I said.

	And, he started fucking me.  Even before it was in he had
started the fucking motion, even when his dick-head was only
touching my hole.  It didn't hurt-- it was not at all unpleasant.  He
never tried to push in, he just gently pushed and then released,
pushed and then released, pushed and then released, just like that-
real gentle-  It started feeling really good right away.  It started
feeling better and better the longer he did it.

	After a couple of minutes it was feeling really,really good.  I
was wondering when he was going to stick it in me, for I was still
bracing for the pain I knew I had to endure, for the first minute or
two having a little experience, that was just my secret, of fucking
myself in the ass with a relatively large object or two.

	But Tommy's response surprised me, and at first I didn't
believe him.

	He said, "Dude, I said I knew how to do this-- its already
half-way in."

	Another couple of minutes later, I knew he was right because
I felt a sudden dull pain knowing that was my penetration limit-
and Tommy knew it too, as soon as I flinched.

	"Its okay, okay, I won't go any further than that." he said very
gently.

	I laid my head face down into the bed, and started moaning as
Tommy gently fucked me slowly, knowing just how far to go in
before he pulled out again.  Soon, he was picking up speed.  I was
lying there thinking to myself, "I'm finally getting fucked-- I can't
believe it" and not having a clue where that came from.

	As Tommy fucked me harder now, he put his whole body on
top of mine, and started kissing me on the neck, and licking my neck
and my ear, and I thought I was going to explode with pleasure.
He fucked me like this for a minute or two and then pulled out, and
told me to lie down on my back.  When I did, he lifted my legs up
and pulled me to the edge of the bed, and while he stood up, he put
his cock back in me and fucked me this way, eventually climbing up
onto the bed to fuck me faster and harder."

	"Oh yea, "I panted, "Oh yes, oh, oh , oh"

	He then got fully on top of me, his body again, lying on me,
and he pressed his mouth against mind, and we lip-locked while he
fucked me.  Both of our tongues doing some kind of dance that only
they knew the rules to.

	Tommy started to moan very loudly himself at this point.
Tommy started jacking me off at this time, in sync with the rhythm
of his own thrusts.  I couldn't believe this was happening-- It
seemed I was in heaven.

	As I was approaching orgasm I yelled, "Gona cum..."

	And Tommy went, "shhhhhhh, for god's sakes."

	He then pulled his dick out of my ass and let go of my cock.
He got some more Petroleum Jelly and lubed us both up. And then
we both jacked ourselves, me laying there on my back, Tommy kind
of straddling me.

	I shot first, and about five seconds later Tommy's dick erupts
with cum squirting all over my belly.

	I laid back and closed my eyes exhausted, and would have
fallen asleep, if Tommy hadn't leaned over and kissed me again on
the mouth.

	And then all at once, I remembered about Mork & Mindy.
"What time is it??"  I asked in a panicky voice.

	Tommy pointed to the clocks on his dresser.  I looked at them,
they all read 7:30 - "Damn--," I said, "I got to go, or I'll miss Mork
& Mindy.  Unless I could watch it here?"

	Tommy laughed and got up off of me, "Sorry-- I don't watch
TV, at least, not anymore."

	I didn't have time to think about that.  I quickly got dressed,
and raced home in 10th gear all the way.

	That night while I was lying in bed, I was going over in my
mind the events of the entire day.  What struck me as odd is that
again I had no regrets.  I didn't regret what happened over at
Tommy's house-- in fact-- there was nothing different or changed
about me at all- I thought Tommy was a cool kid-- I hoped we
would stay friends-- Sean too for that matter, even though I was
starting to wonder if I'd ever see him again.  What I'm trying to say
is that I was completely at peace with myself.  I didn't feel any
shame or guilt over what had happened today.  At the same time, I
wanted it to stay a secret-- Just like what happened between Sean
and me- And, once again, I had no plans of doing anything more
with either one of them in the sexual department-- but, like I said,
not only did I not feel any regret-- I actually was glad for the
experiences.

	As I started to drift off to sleep I couldn't help thinking about
Sean now-- I was feeling kind of sorry that he never showed up at
lunch that day but then if he had shown up I never would have met
Tommy and I really liked Tommy. I thought he was way cool, but I
also longed to see Sean again-- and in a way its like a wall fell or a
barrier, because before I did what I did at Tommy's, the sex thing
that happened between Sean and I seemed a bigger deal than it did
now-- now it didn't seem that big of a deal anymore.  And that big
lecture I was planning on giving Sean when I saw him again about
me being strait and everything, well, it just no longer seemed
appropriate.

	And then I fell like Alice down the rabbit hole of sleep.

	And I had another weird dream.

	In the dream, I'm with Sean and were like at the beach with a
bunch of boys, some older than us, some our age, and some even
younger.  We're all sitting around this giant campfire, like the
biggest campfire ever-- The flames are like fifteen feet high.  There
must have been about 20 of us there, all boys, between ten and
sixteen.  I recognized one of them, it was Tommy.

	In the giant flames, there were images I could see, of different
animals and shapes, and some of the boys were chanting like in
Native American Tongue.  I was hot, the fire giving off a lot of
heat, and I took my shirt off, and so did Sean.  And then Sean took
his pants off, even his underwear so that he was completely naked,
and I watched and I saw one by one all the other boys around the
circle strip completely naked.  And I watched as Sean took his pile
of clothes and toss them into the fire, and each boy around the circle
followed suit.  Each of them throwing all their clothes into the fire-
- which burnt even brighter and hotter.  I took off all my clothes
too, and then threw them into the fire-- all of the boys cheering me
on now.

	When we all sat back down, Sean put his arms around me and
started kissing me, with an open mouth-- and it was like another
fire on top of the fire already going-- and I was burning up in the
fire and I didn't care.  We kissed, and everyone was watching us,
and I could feel their eyes all over me but no judgment-- Like they
were voyeurs, excited to watch.

	And while all the other boys watched, Sean leaned over and
started sucking my dick.  Oh God-- I wanted him to do this.  After
all, I did it for him.  But at the same time, I was feeling a little
weird with everyone watching.  I looked up, while Sean was
sucking away on my hard hard dick-- and all of the boys had hard
on's and they were all jacking off-- all of them-- chanting, and
staring at Sean and I.

	And then Sean stood up and stuck his hard-on in my face and
I immediately started sucking on it, while they all watched.  Not
only was I sucking another boy's dick but I was doing it in front of
other boys-- but, they didn't seem to care.  And as I glanced while
Sean was pushing his dick in and out of my sucking lips-- all the
boys paired up and started sucking off one another.  And the flames
in the campfire grew larger, now thirty feet high or higher, lighting
up the night.

	I was so hot, sweating, burning, sucking, sucking sucking,
faster, faster.

	And then Sean pulled his dick out of my mouth, and he leaned
in and whispered in my ear, "Fuck me.  I want you to fuck me."

	And Sean laid down on his back and lifted his legs into the
air, and I got into position, pressing my rock-hard cock up against
his hole, feeling his hole, and wanting him so bad-- desire-- pure
desire, and the flames shot up higher.

	I glanced around, and all of the boys around the fire, had
paired up, the youngest ones paired with the oldest ones, and the
youngest ones saying, "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me." to the older
one, and me seeing the young ones get on their backs one by one
lifting their legs into the air as the older boys with much bigger
cocks, moved into fucking position, putting their hard cocks up
against their partners virgin holes.  And Tommy had paired up with
one of the ten year olds, his cock, seven inches, looked obscene up
against that young boy's hole.  And they were all chanting, and the
smoke was everywhere, making all kinds of shapes, except no longer
animals, but naked boys older and younger, fucking each other all
around.

	And then I looked and I saw that we were between two
mirrors, and there was me and Sean and I'm fucking Sean, and I
can see pure desire and ecstasy on my face as I'm fucking him, and
there's an infinity of Dereck's fucking Sean's for as far as you can
see.

	I gasped loudly, and opened my eyes.  I was in my room.  It
was dark.  It was cool, and yet I was sweating.  Another dream.
This one was so damn real-- even more so than the others.  Shit-- I
could still feel the heat of the fire.  I knew I shot another load of
cum into my briefs.  Fuck-- what a dream.

	I lay back down-- still out of breath, kicking all of the covers
off of me.  Not a single thought in my mind.  And I fell back asleep.














"In the middle of a summer, in the middle of a park.
	There began a great adventure for a boy whose name was
Mark.
He had come to see the magic man along with all the children and
	twas so began the day that Mark was never to forget.

 He performed all sorts of miracles and Mark was so impressed,
	that when the time arrived to go he lagged behind the rest.
 And quietly he did return the secret of the hat to learn,
	but everyone had gone away and darkness fell the joint."



















"Call me, call me, call me, call me anytime, call me..."

					-Call Me (Blondie)


"Just call out my name and you know wherever I am, I'll come
runnin' to see you again."

				-All You Have To Do Is Call  (James Taylor)


-3-

	The next morning I awoke early and so had time to reflect on
my dream-- this was by far the weirdest sex dream I had had yet--
and this time both Sean AND Tommy were in it.  Did this mean I
was gay?? I laughed out loud-- I no longer cared.

	When I got to P.E. that morning I was hoping to see Sean at
his locker, thinking maybe he got sick, and that's why I hadn't seen
him for the rest of last week.  But when I got to my locker I saw
another kid using the locker that had been Sean's.  I went up to the
kid and asked him, "Hey-- What happened to the kid who used to
have this locker?"

	"Dun know-- don't ask me, ask the towel guy-- he's the one
who assigned me the locker."

	So I went up to the towel office and I had to wait in line,
fully clothed, with several naked upper classman, which for some
reason I didn't seem to mind.  When I got up to the towel office,
the towel guy looked at me funny, probably because I wasn't naked.

	"I don't need a towel-- You assign lockers right?"

	"Yes um," he said.

	"You assigned locker A18 to a new kid like just a few minutes
ago."

	"Yea." he said.

	"Well, that locker belonged to a friend of mine-- his name was
Sean-- Can you tell me why the locker was re-assigned?"

	"Yea-- 'cause that kid switched his P.E. class from 2nd period
to 7th."

	"But why?" I asked.

	"Because he joined the swim team."

	"Oh, "

	"Anything else?-- there's a bunch of guys waiting for towels,
in case you hadn't noticed."

	"Yea, what time does swim practice get out?"

	"I think four o'clock or about then."

	"One more thing-," I said.

	"Will you fucking hurry it up kid!!" I heard somebody say from
behind me.

	"Was he assigned a new locker?"

	The towel guy looked at me kind of funny, letting the
toothpick he was sucking on almost drop out of his mouth before
pulling it back in with his lips.

	"Just a second," he said.

	"Ahh kid-- hurry the fuck up will you-- " I heard from behind
me.

	The towel guy came back, "I'm not supposed to tell you this--
but, what the heck-- I have a feeling you won't go away unless I
do-- His new locker is E21"

	"Thank you sir, thank you."

	"Yea yea yea," he said, "Next-"

	At lunch I decided not to go to the amphitheatre-- if Tommy
was there, I wasn't sure what I would say-- I was really confused
right now--  All I knew is that I wanted- I needed to see Sean
again.  I went and had lunch in smoker's field with the punkers.  I
even bummed a cigarette from one of them and had a smoke.

	I couldn't wait until school let out-- Oh God-- Why couldn't I
just let this go? I didn't know.

	Finally when the dismissal bell rang, I went to the boy's
locker room.  I found locker E21, and I sat there on the bench next
to the locker and waited for four o'clock.

	At about ten 'till four, boys from the swim practice began
coming into the locker room.  I got tense, but remained where I was.
I didn't know exactly why I was nervous.  I sensed something was
wrong-- that Sean was avoiding me, although I didn't know why;
intuition I guess.

	And then I saw him, looking more beautiful than ever.  He
was wearing only a swimmer's bikini.  He looked even younger and
cuter than I last remembered.  His hair was wet, and hanging in
front of his eyes.

	As he approached his locker, and saw me sitting there on the
bench, he brushed the hair away from his eyes to get a better a look,
and in that instant I thought I saw, only one large eye; one
beautiful bright blue eye, twice the size of a normal eye-- right in
the middle of his forehead.  I could've sworn that's what I saw, just
for an instant.  I blinked my eyes involuntarily, and when I opened
them again, his one large eye, had returned to the normal two that I
was pretty much used to seeing on everybody.  I saw Sean stop
when he recognized me.

	'Am I hallucinating?' I thought to myself.  I closed my eyes
again, this time on purpose, and rubbed them with my fists as
though I were just waking up.  When I opened them again Sean
was standing next to me, looking down on me, as I sat there on the
bench.

	"What's up," he said rather cool, and distant.

	"I was wondering why you never showed up at the amp' on
Monday.  You were going to help me make some characters,
remember?-- I still have your book."

	"Oh, I remember now-- that was the day you were going to tell
me that you weren't gay-- and so instead of having to go through
THAT speech, I just decided not to go."

	"Huh?" I said, completely dumbfounded.

	"Yea, you gave me-- I mean, you were going to give me this
long speech about how you weren't gay, and to tell you the truth-- I
didn't really want to hear it."

	My mind was racing-- should I be honest?-- I mean, it was
true, I was going to tell him that-- but-- Suddenly my thoughts
were interrupted.

	"And what makes you think that I'M gay?"  Sean asked in a
challenging voice-- soft and quiet, but challenging.

	"I never said you were." I responded automatically.

	"Yes, but that's what you think, isn't it?"

	"I - uh- I don't know."

	"And, since that's what you think, then it was only natural
for you to project those thoughts on me also-- Of course, you felt
that I thought the same of you-- That's what the big speech was
for-- you were uncomfortable with the thought that I might think
you were gay."

	"I uh- uh--"

	"BUT, the truth is, I don't care, one way or another-- Being
gay is like being -- Its kind of a self-label thing--  You never said
you were gay-- So I never thought you were."

	"But--"

	"Do onto others as you'd have them do onto you."  Sean said.

	"What?" I said in a high-pitched voice.

	"Do onto others as you'd have them do onto you."

	I didn't know what to say-- Sean and I were starring each
other down-- eye to eye-- I was angry but I didn't know why.  Sean
was right-- I had no right to assume he was gay-- wasn't that
exactly what I was afraid he was doing to me?

	"Judge not, lest you be judged yourself and be found guilty of
the exact same crime."  Sean added-- BUT he didn't sound angry.

	Suddenly I lowered my eyes, feeling a little guilty.  And that's
when I saw his pendant, hanging around his neck on a silver chain;
there against his smooth chest.  It was a pentagram.

	I instinctively reached out and grabbed it, holding it in the
palm of my hand.  Sean didn't try to stop me.  "Its a pentagram," I
said, astonished.

	Sean suddenly burst out laughing.  It was a sincere laugh, not
a mean laugh.  I didn't feel like he was laughing at me, although I
have to admit-- I had no idea what was so funny.  He giggled and
he laughed, and I was glad to see such a serious mood in him break
and shatter so suddenly.  His laugh was contageous, at first I
smiled and then I began to giggle myself.

	"What? " I asked. "What's so funny?"

	"You-- " Sean said.  "I was trying to distract you-- with all my
rhetoric-- I was trying to keep you from seeing it. But-- you were
more honest than I."

	"If you're speaking in code-- I would love to know the key." I
said.  "To tell you the truth-- You were really scaring me."

	"Sorry, but I hadn't expected to see you here." Sean said. "Not--
that I'm not glad to see you. "

	"Can I ask you a question?" I asked.

	"Of course."

	"Doesn't the school have a policy against wearing one of
those?? I mean-- can't you get suspended?"

	"Well-- To tell you the truth, Dereck, I don't really know-- or
care.  What they can't see won't hurt them."

	"Oh, you mean, you wear it under your shirt-- but, at swim,
other kids could see it."

	"Other kids COULD see it-- yes, that might be true-- however,
as far as I know-- you're the first."

	"I'm not catching your meaning."

	"Dereck?"

	"Yes,"

	"I really like you-- I really really like you-- and I would love it
if you would be my friend?  Do you want to be my friend?"

	"Yea-- I want to be your friend-- that's why I came here--
looking for you."

	"I will be your friend-- only on one condition - you can put a
condition of your own on it too."

	"Okay," I said.

	"The condition is that we allow each other the freedom to just
be ourselves-- with no judgment - no labels - no definitions-- Would
you be willing to do that?"

	"I would love to." I said.

	"Great!!"  Sean said enthusiastically.  "Do you have a
condition?"

	"Well-- let me think-- um- humm--- well-- I can't say it out
loud, but I can whisper it to you."

	Sean leaned down, and I whispered into his ear my hearts
desire, "Can I fuck you?"

	"Hummm," Sean said.  "I'll have to think about that one."  At
that same moment, he pulled his swim briefs off, revealing a nice
erection.  I watched as he dialed the combination to his locker, and
opened it up.  He took his time and didn't seem to be nervous one
little bit, that he had a full on boner that someone might tease him
about it.  He non-chalantly grabbed his white briefs from inside his
locker, and with no speed or sense of urgency what so ever, he
pulled his underwear up in one fluid movement.  My own dick was
trying to stretch the denim in my jeans just at that moment, and
once again I couldn't take my eyes off of his cute little dick.

	And then he said, "Let me whisper something for YOU now."

	I got up, and he whispered into my ear, "Only if you let me
suck it first."

	I reached out my hand, "Deal."  And we shook on it.
"Friends?" I asked.

	"Friends." he said.

	I watched him as he finished dressing, and much to my
surprise he didn't tuck his pentagram under his shirt-- he wore it on
the outside of his shirt; An amber t-shirt that said on it: "Mr. Sport"
in bold black letters. I noticed also that he was "sporting"  white
socks this time instead of red.

	"I hope you've washed those since Monday?" I said teasingly.

	"Nope." he said with a stiff upper lip.

	I smiled and said, "So, where are you off to now?" I asked.

	"Well-- I have this hot date -- and If I'm lucky-- I'll lose my
virginity this afternoon."  Sean said with a smile.

	"You mean-- you never-  before-- ??"

	"No, but I want to."  Sean said confidently.

	"I'm sorry- I- I should've known that."

	" 'S okay" he said.

	"Where should we go?" I asked.

	"I'm thinking that if you want to get what I know you want--
then I suggest we go to my house-- I really don't want my first time
to be in the bathroom-- although that was fun-- don't get me
wrong."

	"Are your parents home?"

	"No, they both work."

	"Any brothers or sisters in the house?"

	"Nope.  I'll be home alone,"  he said and then he cracked that
smile again-- you know the one, the real naughty one-- my flesh
tingled when he did it and my dick swelled and rebelled against
unwanted seclusion.

	We went to the bike racks and retrieved our bikes.  Sean's
house was only about four blocks from the school so the bike ride
was quick and we didn't talk too much-- Sean being a fast bicycle
rider-- and me trying to keep up.  He said that his older brother
would be home in about an hour so the quicker we got there the
more time we'd have.

	As we started riding into his housing track, I started getting a
funny feeling inside of me.  It seemed very familiar.  I couldn't be
certain, but I thought it was the same Track that Tommy had taken
me through.  But like I said, I wasn't certain because I had let
Tommy lead the way then and I was engrossed in our conversation.

	As we pedaled through the neighborhood though, that funny
feeling got worse-- I'm not sure that I liked this feeling I was
having.  We turned a corner, and started down another street, and
my heart was thumping loud in my chest-- This was the same street-
- I was positive.

	And then I saw the house-- that was Tommy's house-- Down
near the end of the block on the left hand side.  I prayed that Sean
would ride right past the house, but as we approached it, Sean
stopped pedaling and began to coast and as the bikes slowed, that
sinking feeling in my gut speed up.

	When Sean coasted into the driveway, I thought I was going
to disappear into a rabbit hole or wanted to, I wasn't sure which.  I
followed him as we coasted all the way into his back yard.  Sean
got off his bike, and laid it against the side of the garage.

	When I got off my bike, I guess I was woozy because I almost
fell over.

	"You okay?" Sean asked.

	I wasn't sure how to respond.  Should I say anything?  I was
still a little dizzy and leaned up against the side of the garage with
my hand to keep my balance.

	"You okay?" he repeated.

	"Just give me a minute ok?"

	"Sure."

	Thoughts were racing now.  They both looked so much alike
except Tommy was older.  They both had the same color hair.  They
both had that same smile.  They both had been in Soccer- they both
wore there old soccer socks because their mom had gotten behind on
the laundry. They both had both parents who worked.  Sean had
told me he had a younger brother-- Sean told me his older brother
would be home after five o'clock- which is what time Tommy gets
out of band practice.  Oh my God-- I had even thought to myself
when I first met Tommy-- that they looked so much alike, they
could have been brothers.

	"Oh shit." I said out loud.

	"You alright?" Sean asked again.

	"I don't know."

	"You look kind of pale, all of a sudden-- What's wrong?"

	"I just need some water," I said.  Sean lead the way into the
house-- Through the same sliding glass door that I had followed
Tommy through-- When we got inside the house-- The smallest
possible hope that maybe I'd made a mistake was gone-- this was
the same house.

	We walked into the kitchen and Sean handed me a glass of
cold water.  I leaned over the sink and poured it over my head.

	"What the hell's the matter with you?!"  Sean said surprised.

	"Do you have a towel?" I asked humbly.

	Sean grabbed a towel that was hanging on the oven and
handed it to me.  I had my arm extended and hanging my head over
the sink.

	I dried my hair with the towel.  "Sorry, " I said. "but I really
needed that."  The cold water felt good, and it sharpened my
thinking.  Suddenly one thought stood out above the rest.  Tommy
had told me that his little brother just had a birthday party-- And
Sean had told me that he was fourteen and A HALF-- which means
that one of them was lying.  I wanted to ask Sean right now if he
was really telling me the truth about his age but I couldn't think of
a way of doing it, without revealing how I suspected that what he
told me wasn't the truth.

	"Do you get fainting spells often?  Maybe you should see a
doctor?"  Sean said.

	"Actually-- it wasn't a fainting spell."

	"Well, what was it then?  You look like you saw a ghost.  In
fact you look kind of like a ghost.  Are you sure you all right?"

	"Think so," I said.

	"Well, I do see some color returning to your cheeks-- I guess I
believe you." he said, and then he reached out with his hand and
started rubbing my groin.  I wasn't sure if I should let this advance-
- I mean-- It seemed a little dishonest to be having sex with two
different boys without either one knowing about it-- which I was
willing to do-- but now that I knew they were actually brothers-- I
wasn't sure that I wanted to pursue both relationships anymore-- I
needed time to think-- but Sean's fingers were magical-- and the
snake was suddenly enchanted once more.

	I was paralyzed to stop Sean from unzipping my zipper and
unsnapping my jeans.  Next thing I knew he had it out and was
holding it in his hand like it was his favorite toy.  He got down on
his knees, while he held it with one hand.  His hand felt good
wrapped around my dick, which came to full hardness as he was
gently squeezing it.  After he had managed to get down on one
knee, without letting go of my dick, which presented a momentary
balancing difficulty, he looked at it curiously for a moment or two,
cocking his head like a cat looking at a ball of string.  Then he gave
it a little lick, and then another.  I watched as Sean developed this
expression on his face of like a mixture of curiosity and
consideration.

	"Have you ever sucked one before?" I asked.

	He shook his head no, and I said, "Maybe we shouldn't do this
right here in the kitchen-- I mean-- what if someone comes home?"

	And then Sean put my cock-head in his mouth and gave it a
suck, as if to answer my question.  He popped it out of his mouth
after a couple of seconds and then looked up at me, looking right
into my eyes.  That was so hot!!   God!!  Seeing his cute little face,
his cute little body on both knees now, looking up at me with my
big erection right in front of his face.

	"I just sucked your dick," he said.

	"Yes, and it felt really good." I said.

	"You know what that makes me doncha?  A cock-sucker."  and
before I could respond he had it in his mouth again, trying to suck
as much as he could.  Before as he licked and sucked the head, I had
actually looked the other way, as though I were sparing him some
embarrassment like you would if someone were changing their
clothes-- but that look he just gave me-- the eye contact that we
made-- it was like he was challenging me to watch as he did this--
demanding that I watch as he sucked a dick for the first time, and
so I did without feeling embarrassed.  Far from it-- seeing this cute
kid sucking my dick was the hottest fucking sight of my life.  I
didn't even care that we were both in the kitchen still.

	As Sean sucked for a couple of minutes, he got better at it-- he
started using his tongue, and I couldn't help but bend at the knees
slightly and whisper a moan the way someone might that is talking
in their sleep.

	It was feeling so good now-- unimaginable, that all my
thoughts abandoned me, as if they were birds all gathered in a large
number in one place and suddenly all took flight at once because of
a loud noise that spooked them.  I watched as my cock went back
and forth, in and out, between Sean's beautiful red sucking lips,
and my hip automatically started trying to fuck his mouth.  He
caught on in a few moments and stopped moving his head.  I
grabbed the back of his head with both hands and pushed and
pulled his face in rhythm to the pushes and thrusts of my pelvis as
if Sean's head was a blow up doll, or masturbatory device rather
than an actual person.  He didn't seem to mind though, he was
moaning himself.  He managed to get his own pants undone with
one hand, and pull his own hot dick out of his pants and was
playing with it while I fucked his face.  I guess I got a little too
rough though because all of a sudden he started to pull away-- I
pressed his head harder trying to keep his mouth on it, and I was
able to for several seconds by using both of my hands pushing real
hard but he suddenly broke free, and looked at me as though he
might be angry.

	"Sorry," I said.

	Then he smiled that naughty smile and laughed-- "Its okay.
That was actually fun.  Come on-- let's go to my room."  Then he
lead the way up the stairs and this time, although I felt the feeling
of de'javu walking up those stairs, I was no longer upset by it.  I
was more excited than ever before in my life.

	He took me into his room which was directly adjacent to
Tommy's room by the way, and he motioned me in and then shut the
door behind us.  He then went and pulled the curtains.  He took all
of his clothes off, motioning for me to do the same- rolling his hands
over one another indicating to do it quickly-- Oh yea-- I forgot,
Tommy gets out of practice at five-- I didn't want him to see my
damn bicycle leaned up against the garage.

	I stripped naked and Sean pushed me very forcefully down
onto my knees, and then stuck his hard dick all the way into my
mouth.

	"Show me how good you suck cock," he said, and something in
me stirred when he said that-- the way he said it too.  It felt like
something that had been slumbering for ages was suddenly stirring
in its sleep-- awakening; something ancient-- something in
hibernation or stages-- something of unimaginable power.

	"Yea, show me what a good cock-sucker you are, yea, suck on
that cock."

	Oh fuck-- what was he doing to me??  Talking dirty to me??
Yes-- but it was more than that."

	He cupped my head on both sides with the palms of his hands
and stopped the bobbing of my head for a moment, and then he kept
my head still with his hands as he pumped my mouth ferociously
with his pelvis.  Fucking my mouth with short quick thrusts about
the same speed that one might masturbate himself near the point of
orgasm.

	"Good faggot-- suck that dick faggot.  While I fuck your hot
mouth."

	Oh God-- whatever that something was that was slumbering
deep within me, was now waking up-- I was feeling an inner
arousal of incalculable strength.  It seemed that my reaction to
being called the thing I most feared was the very thing that most
aroused me.

	"God, it looks so hot, seeing my dick go in and out of your cute
queer lips,"  Sean said.
"Suck harder!" he suddenly shouted.

	I couldn't help it-- I obeyed with the enthusiasm as though his
commands were my only delight.  I sucked harder, even more
aroused.  Here I was being commanded, humiliated and talked dirty
too, and I was loving it.  This thing inside of me was loving it, this
thing inside of me that was like some kind of secret so secret it was
even a secret to me-- but a secret that somehow Sean knew.
Because nobody that didn't know that secret could have possibly
turned me on a tenth as much-- I was so fucking aroused I thought
I was going to explode-- like this thing inside me was going to
suddenly break right through the covering of my flesh, just like that
baby alien thing came ripping through the flesh of that guy in the
movie Alien, revealing my true nature, instead of the facade that
entombed me.  Oh shit--  Keep saying those things to me Sean--
Pleeeasse!!!  I think I'm coming out-- I think I'm becoming myself.
It feels like-- freedom-- it feels like, I'm trying to break out of
myself-- and it feels like if I break out of myself-- I could be me.
OH GOD-- DON'T STOP SEAN-- KEEP SAYING THOSE
THINGS!!!

	"You like this don't you-- faggot!!  Yea!! I knew you would--
because your a queer faggot and you love boys and you love to suck
they're dicks and you love sucking my dick right dontcha???"

	"I nodded"

	"I can tell you love it-- because your doing such a damn good
job if it-- nobody can fake that you know-- "

	Suddenly Sean let go of my head.  "Stand up you dick loving
homo!"

	I stood up, and Sean turned me so that my back was to the
bed.  He then pushed me onto the bed, and grabbed both of my
ankles and pulled them up over his shoulders.  I closed my eyes.

	"Look at me!  I want you to watch me as I fuck you."

	I opened my eyes and watched as Sean spit on his hand
several times and then wiped the saliva all over his dick.  I guess
that was all the lube I was going to get.  I watched as Sean then
wiggled himself into position.

	"Grab my dick and put it against your hole, and tell me when
your ready."

	I grabbed his dick, and felt around for my hole, when I felt it,
I told him I was ready. and then I let go.

	"Don't let go of it-- Use your hand to guide it in."

	Sean started to push, and I adjusted his dick just a little so it
was in perfect alignment-- as soon as Sean felt it go in a little he
said, "NOW let go."

	I let go.  And Sean pushed his dick all the way in, pressing his
pelvis against my ass.  "Feels good don't it?"

	I nodded.

	"Tell me it feels good."

	"It feels good," I said.

	"What feels good?" he said.

	"You fucking me."

	"You want me to fuck you hard-- do you?"

	"Yes fuck me hard!" I said.

	"Yea-- you'd love that wouldn't you-- I'll do it on one
condition?"

	"What?'

	"Say please."

	"Please!!!" I moaned.

	"Please what?"

	"Please fuck me hard!!"

	"Say I'm a faggot and I want you to fuck me hard!"

	"I'm a faggot and I want you to fuck me hard!!"

	Sean pulled out, and then slammed back in again.  It actually
didn't hurt because Sean's dick wasn't that big-- it felt damn good
actually.  He started fucking me really really hard.  I could hear his
belly slapping into my ass each time he thrust in.

	"Yea!! Yea!!" I moaned. "Fuck my queer ass hard-- I love it!!"

	Sean grunted as he fucked, "After today your gonna realize
that it's not the size of your cock that matters but how you use it."

	"Oh God, yes!!"

	"Do you know what's the most sexual organ in the body??"
Sean grunted out.  "It's the mind-- the mind Dereck-- and getting
fucked in the ass is always so much better if your mind gets fucked
also."

	"Oh yea!! " I moaned. "Feels so good!!" I moaned.

	"Of course, my brother has the advantage in the size
department-- but-- will find out when this is all over who was the
better fuck!!  Won't we Dereck!!"

	Ah fuck-- my prostate was on fire-- and was convulsing and
spasming and I could no longer talk.

	Sean then lay on top of me kind of, and slowed down his
fucking.  "Your beautiful blue eyes are closed again."

	I opened my eyes and looked straight into his.  "Kiss me, while
I'm fucking you."

	We kissed-- both of our mouths open, our tongues rubbing
against one another.  Oh - I was so on fire.  I didn't know if this
was heaven or hell-- I didn't care-- there was no other place that I'd
rather be.

	Sean than broke the kiss.  He stared right into my eyes and
said, "By the way-- I just turned thirteen."

	He then got back into the fast-fuck position and fucked me
even faster and harder than before.  Oh fuck shit damn fuck-a-
duck- this was too good to be true it seemed.  I grabbed my dick and
started pumping on it with the speed a teenager might if he had
two minutes to jack off.  It was tricky to do because each time
Sean's belly slammed into my butt I got rocked quite a bit.

	And then I exploded.  My cock was at least a half-inch harder
than ever had been before.  I shot cum from so damn deep inside of
me, it felt like I was a living geyser.  The cum shot all the way to
my face, and over my head, landing on my cheeks, my hair,
everywhere.  Usually I only have about three spasms when I
orgasm-- I had nine-- and usually the orgasm only lasts about ten
seconds-- this lasted like 20 seconds.  I didn't realize I had that
much cum inside of me.

	After I ejaculated, seems like, almost all over the damn place--
Sean kept fucking me, and it kept feeling good even though I
already peaked.  Sean fucked me for a while longer.  Not at the fast
speed, but at a regular rhythm.  I never lost my erection and about
five minutes later I felt like I could cum again.

	"Oh shit-- I feel like I can cum again-- Fuck me harder!! oh
fuck!!"

	Sean immediately went into me like he was a piston in a
Porche at about 5500 RPM's.  A minute later I was like, "Oh fuck
gona cum again-- gona actually cum twice"

	And I did.  It wasn't quite the drama of the first cum-- but it
was a nice orgasm.  I can't explain what its like to cum while
someone's fucking you in the ass-- it's indescribable.

	Just after I came for the second time Sean suddenly pulled out
his dick, and shot about four or five good squirts on my belly adding
to the whole damn mess.  He then laid on top of me, getting cum all
over his belly and chest also and kissed my cum soaked lips again.

	"Now-- you can fuck me.  But, it can't be today-- we're out of
time.  Tomorrow, okay? After school-- you got to go before my
brother comes home."

	I got up and quickly started getting dressed.  While I dressed
Sean said to me, "Please do it the same way to me tomorrow okay??
Just like I did with you okay??  That's how I want my first time to
be-- That's how I want it, to have my cherry popped.  Just like I did
you.  I mean, don't fuck me THAT hard, I have a little dick I can
get away with it, yours is a lot bigger-- but I mean, you know
command me and talk dirty to me and call me a fag and shit."

	"Okay," I said.

	"Promise you will okay?? Promise me please??? I don't want
to look forward to it-- if your gona be a no show, okay??"

	"I promise."

	"And you promise, you'll treat me the same way I treated you?"

	"Yes, I promise."

	"Cool!"

	"See you tomorrow.  Meet me at my locker again after school
okay?"

	"You got it."

	"Promise?"

	"I promise."

	That night when I went to bed I thought over the stuff that
happened today in my mind-- Sean being Tommy's little brother--
who  just turned thirteen NOT fourteen and a half like he had said.
I wondered why he lied to me about his age, I woudn't have cared.
It seemed apparent that Sean knew that Tommy had fucked me, I
wondered if Tommy knew about Sean and I-- maybe they were both
in on it-- How should I know-- I was feeling a little confused.  I
decided I would just go along with it and see what happened.  I
decided though that I wasn't going to try and keep anything a
secret from either one of them though-- if that was the deal than
they could both count me out of the loop.  I had this feeling that I
was into something way over my head.
































"And the moment that he touched that hat the room began to glow,
	And when he set it down and the hat began to grow
	And grow and grow and grow and grow and grow and grow
and grow
	And grow.

 He was stunned and he was fascinated, still he had to see.
	There was something deep inside the hat.  What could that
something be?
And cautiously, each step he took, he climbed upon the brim to look.
	When all at once the hat began to shake and rock.  Look out!"

















"Will you call my name?  Will you call my name?  Or will you walk
on by?"

			-Tears For Fears



"Say my name, say my name, if no one is around you..."

			-Say My Name (Destiny's Child)


-4-


	The next day at lunch I decided to go to the 'amp.  Maybe
Tommy would be there.  I found a free spot on one of the benches
where I would be in plain sight and started to eat my lunch.  I
barely got through half of my bologna sandwich when Tommy came
up and asked me if he could have lunch with me.  I said yes and he
sat down next to me.

	"So, What's new?" Tommy asked.

	"You tell me," I said.

	"What's wrong?"  Tommy asked picking up on my vibe right
off.

	"Wrong wrong? Hummm, I'm not sure that anything's wrong--
Is anything wrong?" I asked him.

	"Not that I know of," he said.

	"Well-- there you have it-- nothing's wrong then."

	We both exchanged glances at each other as we ate our
lunches.  I was feeling Tommy out-- to see if I could get a feeling if
he was lying to me too, or holding something back.  I considered my
thoughts for a moment.

	I reached into my paper lunch sack to grab my second
sandwich, and that's when I noticed the mark on Tommy's right
wrist; In bold black marker-style was the letter "P".

	"What's that?" I asked, slightly touching the top of his wrist
with my finger.

	"Oh, you can see that?" Tommy asked.

	"Well yea, it's like really dark and thick and black, why
wouldn't I be able to see it?"

	"Oh because you didn't see it last time-- and most people don't"

	"What's it mean?" I asked.

	"You tell me," he said as he reached out and slightly touched
my left index finger with his own finger-- "Humm??  You tell me
what THAT means and I'll tell you what THIS means."

	I looked down at my index finger.  I have to say I was a little
surprised.  I quickly took in a deep breath.  I just stared at it.  I
didn't even blink my eyes.  There on the top of my index finger was
a cross-- or a small letter "t"  I wasn't sure -  in the same "magic-
marker" style ink that Tommy's "P" mark looked like.

	"What the fuck!" I said out loud.

	"Don't worry-- I don't think anyone will notice it-- most won't
anyways."  Tommy said.

	"Is that how yours got there-- it just appeared one day?"

	"Appeared??  Yes I suppose so-- I think it might always have
been there though, its just one day I was able to see it."

	"What do you mean?" I asked.

	"Well-- because other people have marks too-- see like yourself-
- I started to see them on other people too, at about the same time.
The same thing's happening to you."

	"But what does it mean?" I asked.

	"Dun know." he said.

	"Come on-- You know more-- Your not telling me something."

	Tommy looked at me seriously for a moment, and then he said,
"Do you believe in magic Dereck?  Real magic?"

	"I think so," I said.

	 Tommy seemed to be choosing his words very carefully.
Finally he said, "Well, seeing is believing."

	"And what is that supposed to mean?"

	"I don't know-- you tell me-- you're the one who has been
trying to see what you can not see."

	"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.

	Tommy reached out with his right hand and touched my
forehead with the tip of his finger, "Humm?? "

	How did he know? I thought to myself.  The only one I told
about that was my friend Joe.

	"Oh, probably you thought you'd be able to read minds or
levitate number two pencils or start shit on fire or something like
that-- I'm sure you tried that, and when that didn't work you
probably thought it didn't mean anything BUT you were wrong-- "

	"I uh, uh I-"

	"It's an EYE Dereck!" Tommy shouted with barely a whisper.
"Its the psychic eye, but its an EYE-- eyes have to do with seeing."

	"Oh shit."  I said out loud.

	"You know Dereck-- Did you read John yet?"

	"No, not yet."

	"Jeez man-- I told you to read it already.  Anyways-- Let me
tell you a quick story-- what they call an anecdote or something like
that."

	"An anecdote?  Isn't that something they give you for a
disease?"

	"Yea - No -- It's something like that-- listen shut up and listen
for a minute, okay?"

	"Okay."

	"It says in the bible, well Jesus is quoted as saying this, like
He says why he came-- you know-- Do you know why he came?"

	"Um-- To pay for sin?" I said.

	"Shit dude-- you have been to church-- that's too bad 'cause
you got to unlearn all that.  He said that he came to make the blind
to see."

	"Wow-- He said that-- really?"

	"Shit dude-- Are you gonna do your homework or what?-- read
the book of John okay?"

	"Yes yes, I will."

	"Now that you got three eyes open you might see something
you wouldn't have seen before anyways."

	"Go on, " I said. "The anecdote--"

	"Oh yea-- well, in John that's one of the main things Jesus
does-- he goes around finding blind people and making them to see--
you know the pool of Shalom and all that?"

	"No, not really."

	"You really should do your homework-- Well anyways, sure
seems like there's a lot of blind people around-- you know?? I mean
doncha get it?"

	"Hummm, not sure." I said.

	"If Jesus did say that the reason He came is to make the blind
to see- well-- how many blind people are there??  Not that many
right?"

	"Oh, yea, I guess your right."

	"And that's the point.  This is what else He's quoted as saying
one time He says that 'If you were blind you would have no sin but
because you say 'we see' therefore your sin remains.'  What do you
think that means?"

	"How am I supposed to know?" I said.

	"Remember, I told you the secret about Jesus is he says things
straight out-- so that even a child could understand without no one
having to explain it to him?"

	"Yes."

	"So what did He mean?"

	"Well, I think that He meant that He was talking about some
people that were blind as a bat but they thought they could see."

	"BINGO!"

	"The third eye?"

	"You know that much about hypnotism?"

	"I guess."

	"You know what it is right?"

	"Yea."

	"Well, in hypnotism you can make people see things that aren't
really there-- when that happens it's called a hallucination."

	"Okay."

	"And hallucinations are really hard to do, what's a lot easier
to do is to make somebody NOT SEE something that really is there.
Now that is a cinch."

	"Okay."

	Tommy unzipped his pants, and then unbuttoned.  "What are
you doing?" I asked.

	"Shhhh," Tommy said.

	I watched astonished as Tommy pulled his dick out of his fly.
He had an erection-- damn!  I could hardly believe this-- There were
kids everywhere-- I looked around, nobody seemed to notice, yet.

	I whispered while not looking directly at him, "Tommy-- I
don't know what you think your doing,"

	"Shhhh-- I'm concentrating"  And he touched his forehead with
his finger.  I watched as Tommy started jacking his huge cock, in
the broad daylight.  Then he glanced over at me and whispered,
"Care to join me?"

	I whispered back, "I think not--"

	"Want to suck it?" he whispered.

	I had to admit I was tempted but I shook my head still afraid
to look directly at him-- I was sure some girl was going to start
screaming any second.

	A few seconds later Tommy shot cum all over his pants and
then put his dick away and zipped and snapped back up.

	I was relieved. "What the hell's the matter with you-- Are you
crazy!!"

	"Oh, little one of little faith," he said teasingly, "There was not
one chance in hell anyone was going to see me, except for you."

	"The third eye?"

	"The third eye.  And as far as I know there's only three kids
that go to this school that have an active third eye; you, me, and
there is one other."

	"That's it just three kids?"

	"Yes Dereck, and you can SEE them too, to know who they
are -- you just don't know how yet-- we can all see each other."

	"And the one other would be your little brother Sean right?"

	"Yes."

	"Anything else you want to tell me about Sean?"

	"Well-- I know the two of you have a date after school today."

	"And that doesn't bother you?"

	"Why should it?"

	"I don't know--"

	"Listen Dereck-- I talked to Sean about this-- He's cool with
it-- but I don't know, I was afraid to ask you this."

	"What?" I asked.

	"Well the thing is that Sean really likes you, and I really like
you, and last night we were talking and well- neither one of us
wants to give you up-- what happened you know-- that wasn't
planned-- I mean-- I didn't know Sean saw you first."

	"Go on."

	"And I know this is going to sound really selfish but-- we
were talking about sharing you but that didn't sound very fair to
you.  It's just that we're both crazy about you.  And-you're one of
us-- there aren't that many-- like I said, I think besides us you're
the only other one in the whole school."

	"Exactly what are you asking me Tommy? Are you asking me
if it would be okay with me to fool around with you sometimes and
Sean other times?"

	"No-- See that's the thing we talked about last night-- we
want to avoid that."

	"Yea, me too." I said.

	"So, would it be okay if I joined in?"  Tommy asked without a
hint of embarrassment.

	"You mean-- you want to have a three-some?  You, me, and
your little brother?"

	"Yes-- he's a virgin you know-- I'd really love to be a part of
it."

	"But you two are brothers!!"

	"Listen-- that doesn't mean we haven't fooled around a bit
with each other-- we have-- we're really close."

	"Yea, I guess so." I responded.

	"But-- mostly we just jack each other off and stuff-- Its not
like we've been opposed to doing other stuff with each other it just
hasn't worked out-- we're both basically tops, so neither one of us
has fucked the other so we're both virgins and I went down a
couple times on my brother but he's never returned the favor.  I
guess we'd do more with each other if a third person were involved.
So, I guess what I'm saying is we both talked about it and we're
both interested in a threesome."

	"And Sean definitely said he'd like this also?"

	"Yes."

	"It's all up to you-- We thought that would work out best
that way no one's doing anything in secret and there's no jealousy."

	"Hummm," I contemplated.  'So, ' I thought to myself,  'It was
true then, my dick was the first one Sean ever sucked.'  I thought
about having a threesome.  After just now seeing Tommy's cock
again, I realized - I knew I had to have sex with him again soon--
that was not fair to let me see it hard like that just before he asked
me this.

	"Well-- If you two don't have a problem with it-- why should
I?"

	"I'll take that as a yes."

	I nodded again for effect-- Wow-- I really felt like I was in
over my head.

	As if for further dramatic effect the lunch bell rang.

	"I can't believe you did that-- you actually DID that right in
front of everybody!"

	"What?" Tommy asked as he got up.

	"Jacked off right out here."

	"Oh my friend-- We've only just begun, to live."

	"Are you really a witch?"

	"I told you Dereck-- there's no such thing as witches--
something the church made up, like demons." And once again he
gave me this wink.  "Will you guys wait for me?  Till I get out of
band??"

	"Yea," I said.

	"Fuck it-- I'm skipping practice this afternoon-- I have a
feeling my little brother is anxious to lose his virginity-- and I don't
want to miss it."

	"Fine- I'm gonna meet him at his locker at four."

	"I'll be there."

	"Ok, can I go now?"

	"Go--" he said and we both went back to class.

	Later in the middle of biology class- and we were all taking a
test-- I finished early, like I always do, and I was bored, and I
don't know what came over me-- I just had to do it-- a sudden
compulsion-- I had to find out-- I had to try it once.

	I pretended like I was still working on my test. I
surreptitiously looked around the room- everyone had their faces
buried in their paper.  I started concentrating on my forehead.
After a minute I got it tingling really good.  I then slyly reached one
hand under my desktop into my lap, and quietly pulled down my
zipper, fished around for my dick and wiggled it out of my fly.  By
the time I got my dick out it was already hard.  I didn't have the
nerve to jack it like Tommy did, I just let my boner stick out of my
fly-- all five and a half inches of it.  I was terrified, but I kept the
tingling feeling going in my forehead, and imagined I was invisible,
or that my dick was anyways.  I looked at my watch-- I eyed the
second hand-- I had dared myself to keep it out for one full minute--
Shit, the second hand looked like it was going in slow motion-- at
the same time I was terribly excited-- my boner getting even harder.
I hoped I wasn't getting expelled this afternoon.  Finally the second
hand reached twelve and I reached under and put my new toy
away.

	I looked around the room-- no sign that anyone noticed.  I
reached up and wiped my forehead with the palm of my hand and
then looked closely at my palm-- I was pretty cool, not even a bead
of sweat-- of course, they did have the AC on.

	At the end of my last class, I walked calmly to the locker
rooms to wait for Sean.  I'd only been there for about ten minutes
when I saw Tommy walking around looking confused-- then he saw
me and came right over.

	"Shit dude-- I didn't know which locker was Sean's," he said.

	"So-- We're really going to do this?" I asked.

	"Fuck-- I don't ditch band unless it's for something important-
- besides Sean's the one that suggested it--"

	"He did?"

	"Yup."

	"Guess what I did today?" Changing the subject.

	"What?"

	"Your not even going to guess?"

	"You took off all your clothes and streaked around the entire
school campus and not one person noticed you."

	"Well close."

	"Really?" he said sounding a little surprised.

	"Well, I didn't streak-- but I did pull it out in the middle of
biology class."

	"Yea?" he said encouraging me to say more.

	"Fully hard, for one full minute."

	"Did you cream on the floor?"

	"No, I didn't jack-- I was too scared."

	"Not bad-- for the first time."  he said.

	Tommy and I didn't talk too much while we were waiting for
Sean-- the place echoes and our conversation just wouldn't have
seemed very private or intimate.  Besides, Sean showed up a little
early, at about twenty to four actually.

	"He looks so fucking cute in those Speedos, doncha think?"
Tommy asked loud enough for Sean to hear.

	"Well, speak of the devil and sometimes he shows up."

	"Hello little cutie-- what's your name?" Tommy teased as he
winked at Sean.

	"No band today? Decided to skip for the big event? " Sean
asked his older brother, and then turning to me, "And, everything's
aok in the Dereck department?"

	"Yea, I'm fine-- how are you?"

	"Good, I can hardly wait," Sean said.

	"Of course, you know Dereck-- there's more than one virgin
amongst us today-- maybe you could pop two in the same day."

	I looked at Tommy eyes wide.

	"Don't get any funny ideas-- I'm strictly a top."

	I put my hands up in the air.  Sean laughed.  "He may be a
dick virgin but he'll endure a finger or two, and he even likes it."

	"Will you shut the fuck up-- someone might hear you."  Tommy
whispered.

	"What -- its the truth!  " Sean whispered, "And its my hunch, "
he said leaning closer to me, that if you start fingering him, he'll
finally give in and even beg you to stick your dick in his butt. I'm
pretty sure he can be seduced-- I would prove it to you, but we don't
do that with each other."

	"Yea-- So I've heard."

	"Well-- Ready?" Sean said.

	We all got up and headed out to Sean and Tommy's house.
When we got there Sean and I and Tommy all practically ran
upstairs.  Sean led the way into his room.  Once inside, the tempo
slowed since we had quite a bit of time.

	I had the chance to take a glance around the room, and I
noticed that Sean's room was at least as eclectic as Tommy's-- if not
more so.

	The first thing you noticed in Sean's room is Hoodoos Evil
Eye; a large plastic thing shaped like a giant eye in one corner of the
room, with a large pupil that you could spy through, complete with
red blood vessels and everything.

	Sean had several posters on the walls, two of them were
posters for books not movies, like the kind you might see in a library
or something; one was a poster for the book "A Catcher In The Rye"
and the other poster was for the book "Through The Looking Glass"
by Lewis Carroll.

	Then he had two posters of movies, one was a poster for the
movie "War Of The Worlds, and the other one was for the movie
"Invaders From Mars"

	And the other two posters were of rock bands; one was a
poster of "Pink Floyd - Dark Side Of The Moon, which was a
triangle with a prism kind of thing and light going through it.  The
other poster was for the movie "Magic" Starring Anthony Hopkins.

	On the other two walls Sean had the coolest looking murals
I'd ever seen in my life- one was a mural of a black sun, radiating
black light outwards, and the earth super-imposed over it, so that it
looked like this black sun was in the middle of the earth -
underneath was the word: 'Vril"; which I guess was a word.

	On the other wall he had another mural painted that was
much smaller, but more colorful of "Puff The Magic Dragon"
Underneath it said: "Little boys can live forever if they have a
magic dragon for a friend."

	While I was staring at the "Puff" Dragon, I felt someone
undoing my pants.  I looked down and it was Sean.  He got my
pants and underwear down to my ankles, and next thing you know
he was sucking my cock.  He was already naked and on his knees in
front of me.  Sean was holding my dick with his right hand and it
was then that I noticed that he had a mark on the top of his wrist
also in that same style of  "Magic-Marker" ink; this mark was the
number "9".  I didn't have time to comment on it though because just
then I heard the door open, and my heart jumped in my chest.  I
turned around and it was Tommy, he closed the door behind him
and when he turned around I saw he was holding a Polaroid
Camera.

	"I told you don't start without me."

	'Oh shit', I thought to myself, 'I'm in way over my head.'

	But, I was too excited to put a halt to anything right at the
moment-- Sean made me promise to get in character for this- his
first time.  "Yea, suck my cock.  Yea, you look so good sucking my
cock-- you're a good cock sucker-- I can tell you like sucking dick." I
said-- I wasn't too sure what to say, talking dirty was kind of new
to me.

	It must have been effective because Sean moaned a little
while he sucked.  It was so fucking hot watching him suck my dick-
- Oh fuck-- and then a bright flash, and I guess we'll be putting a
photo album together I don't know.  "Why don't you take a picture
it'll last longer." I said to Tommy.

	"Just did." Tommy responded.

	Sean popped my dick out of his mouth and was going to say
something when I said, "Put that dick back in your mouth cock
sucker-- show your brother how much you love sucking cock!"

	And at once he resumed sucking, with even more passion.
While this was going on, Tommy took a couple more pictures and
then proceeded to strip naked himself.  God-- I could see that huge
cock of his was already at full hardness.  My dick throbbed as Sean
sucked it with enough enthusiasm to more than make up for his lack
of experience.

	After Tommy got naked, he came over to me and helped me
out of all of my clothes, as I continued to talk dirty to Sean every so
often.

	Sean was getting more and more of my cock into him, my
bucking instinct started all on its own and I grabbed Sean's head
and held it still while I started to fuck his mouth.  "Yea, you like
that don't you.  You like sucking dick-- queer boy."

	"You know what I think?"  Tommy asked.  "I think he's ready
to be fucked,"  And then bending down right at Sean's face who
kept sucking dick without stopping Tommy said, "What do you
think you little homo-- do you want it up the ass?"

	Sean didn't answer, he just kept on sucking as I fucked his
mouth gently easing it in and out.

	"I think he does-- I think he wants to be fucked."  Tommy
said.

	I pulled my dick out of his mouth and told him to stand up
which he did.  I turned him around and then pushed him onto his
back on top of the bed width wise.  I grabbed his legs, and pulled
them up onto my shoulders as I stood next to the bed.

	"Yea-- you want to be fucked-- of course you do," I said, still
not sure if I was getting this dirty talk stuff.  "Well say you want
me to fuck you!"

	"I want you to fuck me!! God yes, I want you to fuck me!
Fuck me!!" Sean said.

	I started to spit on my hand, when Tommy held out an opened
jar of Vaseline.  I lubed up my dick and Sean's hole.  "Thanks," I
said to Tommy.

	"Best to be prepared,'  Tommy said.

	I then fished around for his hole, and Tommy grabbed my cock
for me, and zeroed it in, then Sean said, "There there, push."

	I pushed in, and Tommy snapped off a photo of the expression
of Sean's face as I slid my cock part way in, as if one facial
expression was enough to confirm that I was definitely in.  Tommy
then got his dang camera right up underneath of my legs and took
another two pictures of my cock sliding into Sean's asshole.

	"Fuck yea-- that's hot." Tommy said, and then he threw the
camera on a beanbag chair that was in one corner of Sean's room.
Tommy then started stroking his cock hard as he watched me fuck
his younger brother.

	"Feels good don't it?" I said to Sean.

	"Yes, feels fucking great--" he grunted back.

	After a minute or so for Sean to get used to my cock I started
fucking him faster.  Then Sean started making all kinds of moaning
groaning sounds and was saying, "Oh yea fuck-- fuck me-- fuck me
harder-- yea fuck me Dereck-- Fuck my virgin ass!! Fuck my
hairless virgin ass!"

	Oh fuck-- that got me going-- I could hardly believe how
fucking good it felt.  Sean's tight ass-muscles squeezing my dick
harder than I could have imagined, there was quite a bit of friction
even with the Vaseline.

	"Fuck Tommy," Sean said, "Get up here and let me suck your
cock!!"

	Tommy got up on the bed and dangled his huge cock right over
Sean's face and kind of lowered it into his open mouth-- My God!
Seeing Sean's huge cock go into Sean's widely stretched mouth was
fucking hotter than a magnesium strip igniting.  I fucked Sean
harder, rocking his body each time my pelvis hit his hot little ass.

	"First time to suck my cock too, its about time," Tommy said to
Sean.

	"I'm gonna fucking cum-- I can't take any more of this!" I said
as I pulled out of Sean's cute little butt stretched obscenely wide by
my own cock, and leaving a large hole after I pulled completely out.

	I shot all over Sean's smooth pubic area, and all over his dick
and hand that he was using to jack himself as we both fucked each
of his two holes.

	My semen seemed to give Sean a little more lube, and he jerked
himself all the faster.

	Suddenly Tommy pulled his cock out of his younger brother's
sucking lips, and said, "Ok, my turn."  Tommy kneed his way over to
where I was, and without even asking just grabbed my head and
lowered my mouth onto his cock.  "Suck this you cock sucker." he
said, and instantly my libido responded.  I sucked cock with the
passion that only a true cock lover can.

	"Get the camera Sean," Tommy said, "Get a couple of Dereck
sucking cock!"

	A moment or two later, Sean snapped a medium shot and then
a close up of yours truly with a huge dick between his lips and
slobber dripping down his chin.  Hope mom doesn't see this one.

	And then suddenly, Tommy pulled his dick out of my mouth.
He got up off the bed and got the Vaseline and lubed up his dick.  "I
got to fuck somebody right now." he said. I didn't know if he meant
me or his little brother was going to get it.  Then he got behind me
and pushed me over onto the bed on my belly, lying on top of Sean's
hairless legs.  I guess he meant me.

	I could feel Tommy searching for my hole so I reached around
and helped him guide it in, "There I said."  And then I felt him push
in, but not more than just a fraction of an inch and then pull back
and then in and back and in and back, and further and further it
went in with almost no pain-- just a really really full feeling that
let me know that he was already deep inside me, and fucking me
almost from the second he had less than an inch in.

	Now Tommy was fucking me with full penetration and Sean
wasn't done with the camera I guess because I saw another couple
of flashes go off.

	Tommy fucked me hard but gently-- it's hard to explain and I
thought I was going to explode from the inside out.  I was jacking
myself furiously when little Sean climbed up onto the bed and
pulled my head up a little by my hair with it being face down in the
bed while his older brother was making a bigger hole in my ass than
I did to Sean.  He then pressed his hot little dick to my lips and I
opened up and let him in.

	I held my head still as Sean fucked my mouth which is the
way I know he likes to do it, while Tommy was holding my ass still
and fucking that like there was no tomorrow.  He was pulling all
the way out now, and then going all the way in-- he didn't fuck me
like that last time-- it was incredible.  I came a second time without
warning anybody-- how could I??  My mouth was full.  Just my
groans warned of an impending eruption.

	Tommy pulled out of my ass at the same time that Sean
squirted seven full throbs of hot cum into my mouth and tongue.  I
had to swallow once before he was finished cumming or it would
have started to leak out.

	Tommy then squirted all over my back.  I felt at least five
separate squirts from him.

	And then we all collapsed, and rested for about five minutes
before anyone did anything.  Then Tommy got up and grabbed some
towels he had already brought into the room before-- 'Wow that guy
is prepared,' I thought to myself.

	After we all cleaned ourselves up and I was getting dressed
Tommy came over to me and touched the top of my right arm on the
bi-cep.  "Look Sean-- he's got two."

	Sean came over and looked also.   "Wow," he whispered.

	"What are you talking about?" I asked, bringing my arm up so
I could see.  And there I saw another mark-- same style, this one a
little larger than the one on my finger; another cross or letter "t" I
wasn't sure which.

	"Both his marks are the same though," Sean said.

	"So, " Tommy said, "Maybe, maybe not, depends on how you
look at them." He grabbed Sean and moved him so he was standing
behind me, and then he told me to hold out my left hand, "See, " he
said to Sean.

	"Oh, yea, you're right."

	"What's so special about two marks anyways?" I asked.

	"First time we've ever seen anyone with two marks," Sean
said.

	"Oh," I said. "What does that mean?"

	"Dun know," Tommy said.

	"Well, wait a minute-- " I said suddenly, "Look, your marks
are not the same but they are very similar-- mirror images actually."

	"Yea, you're right," Tommy said.

	"Hold out your hand," I said to Tommy and he did. "See, It's a
"p" from this angle, but from the other angle it's a "d"

	"Oh yea," he said.

	"Now you Sean hold out your hand.  See, yours is a '9' from
this angle, but the other way its a "b"  So, in a way you guys have
two marks also in one mark.

	"I wonder if they're all that way?"  Tommy asked rhetorically.

	"What do the marks mean anyways?" I asked.

	"You don't know?" Sean asked.

	"Of course he doesn't know Sean-- he isn't seeing everything
yet."

	"What?" I asked.

	"Never mind," said Tommy.

	"It's kind of like a mark of protection-- it means hands-off."
Sean said.

	"In other words-- they can't touch you." Tommy added.

	"Whose they?" I asked.

	"Can't tell you-- you'll find out though-- unless you go blind
again."

	"Why won't you guys tell me everything?" I said frustrated.

	"Because we don't even know everything," Sean said.

	"Besides, remember what I told you-- seeing is believing,"
Tommy added.

	"You're just going to have to trust us-- gaining sight can be
scary-- real scary-- you want to have friends you can count on,"
Sean said. "that have been through it."

	"And, so you don't freak out." Tommy added.

	"What happens if I freak out?" I asked.

	"A lot of things-- are you asking what's the worst thing that
could happen?" Tommy retorted.

	"Yea," I said.

	Sean interjected, "You can close your eye again.  Bury your
head in the sand-- embrace the darkness- run away-- freak out-- you
know-- turn out the lights-nobody's home man-"

	"In other words-- become like them." Tommy said.

	"Them again," I said.

	"Yea them-- the ignorant, blind mother fuckers who hurt and
kill and don't even know how fucking dangerous they are, they're
like people driving car's with blind-folds on, going la la la listening
to the music running over kids left and right, every day on their
way home from work and when they get home they go to bed and go
to sleep without a care in the world while their burying all the
fucking kids they just maimed and killed because they don't even
have a single fucking clue they hurt anyone.  Because they didn't see
no evil, they didn't hear no evil, and so they assume they did no evil.
And you can become just like one of them all you have to do is freak
out and go blind again, but think twice before you do because as
long as you have that mark or marks in your case-- you're protected
from them."

	Sensing Tommy's growing anger I backed off, "Never mind," I
said.

	There was a moment of uncomfortable silence and then
suddenly Sean changed the subject.  Sean looked at me and said,
"Fuck dude-- you could have had him-- trust me--   You could've
fucked him, in the frenzy we were in, he would have let you-- and
you could've had two virgin butt holes in one afternoon.  All you
would have had to do was be aggressive just like what you were
doing with me."

	"Sorry Sean-- it wouldn't have worked-- I'm an exclusive top-
end only-- I think it's YOUR fantasy to see me get fucked."

	"I know I said the same thing and I liked it, I know you'll like
it." Sean retorted.  "Damn-- it would have been good too, then all
three of us would all have fucked and been fucked."

	I reeled around and looked at Sean, "What?" I said.

	"Oops," Sean said quietly.

	"Did I miss something here?  Let's see, Tommy fucked me,
which means that If I had fucked Tommy, he would have fucked
and been fucked, I of course was fucked by Tommy and then
Fucked you, so I've been fucked and fucked, you got fucked by me,
but who have you fucked?  It can't be your brother, 'cause he just
said-"

	Looking to Sean Tommy said, "Do you want to tell him or
should I?" Tommy asked.

	Sean said, "Its alright, I was going to tell you anyways-- we
have no secrets between us anymore-- I uh- um- I"

	"Our little cousin Chris-- " Tommy started.

	And then Sean said, "I've been fucking him for about three
months now-- he fucking loves it-- every times he stays with us now
he wants me to fuck him almost right away.  His eye was trying to
open at the time, shit, after I fucked him for the first time-- his eye
opened wide open, been open ever since."  And then turning to
Tommy Sean said, "You tried to fuck him too!"

	"That's true," Tommy said. "But I couldn't do it.  He's just a
little guy-- he's only ten."

	"Chris was game to let Tommy try but he was too afraid of
Tommy's cock-- It was just too big for little Chris to handle."

	"Like I said I tried but my cock was too big and he was too
afraid of it.  Maybe if he wasn't afraid of it, and got a little
stretched out first."

	Sean looked at me, "He's jealous-- Tommy's wanted to fuck
that little kid, since we all first started fooling around."

	"How did it start?" I asked.

	"He comes over to stay the night every few weeks while our
parents stay out late so we baby-sit him and he usually sleeps in our
room with us-- well, Sean and I we started talking about our dicks
and next thing you know we were showing Chris our cocks so he
could compare our sizes,"  Tommy said.

	And then Sean continued, "And one thing lead to another--
the next time he stayed the night he asked us if we ever tried butt-
fucking and we said no but we were game.  He told us that he
wanted to try it.  He let me go first, and the little dude actually
liked it.  Next thing you know after I was done, he was asking
Tommy if he wanted to fuck him."

	"But after that time I tried, its just Sean that fucks him."
Tommy added.

	"Hey--" Sean said to me, "I've got an idea-- you want to meet
him??  He's staying the night Saturday night with us-- do you think
you can spend the night too?"

	"Well, maybe," I said.

	"Maybe he'll even let you fuck him too, Chris has become a
little bit of a size queen lately-- he's been saying that he'd like to
feel what its like to be fucked by a little bit bigger cock.  He's even
been talking about maybe letting Tommy try it again-- If you did
him, that'd probably stretch him out enough, and he would be much
less likely to be afraid of Tommy's big one, 'cause yours is pretty big
too."

	In my minds eye I immediately flashed back to that dream I
had of us being on the beach-- I was fucking Sean and Tommy was
fucking-- a ten year old-- damn dude am I really psychic!?!"

	"Would you like that?" Sean asked me, "The chance to fuck my
younger cousin?"

	"Only if he's into it," I said, "I don't want to hurt him anymore
than Tommy would-- mine's probably too big for him too."

	"We'll see." Sean said.

	So I made a tentative date for a Saturday sleep over-- I was
pretty sure my parents wouldn't say no.

	Just before I left I turned to Sean and Tommy and said, "I'm a
little scared."

	"Why?" Sean said.

	"Because of all that stuff you guys were saying earlier about
freaking out and 'them' and stuff."

	"You're going to see some stuff-- that's what you wanted
right?-- to see?- just don't freak out when you see stuff."  Tommy
said.

	"Well-- can I ask you one question though before I leave?"

	"Yea-- Dereck-- just remember that whatever you see-- they
can't hurt you-- okay? It's kind of like an illusion.  As long as you
got the mark they can't hurt you."

	"But, if I freak out?" I asked.

	"Yea-- then you can die, like everyone else." Sean said. "We
don't want you to die, so don't freak out-- like my brother said-- its
just to scare you into-"

	"Freaking out-- I got it-- but what you said earlier Tommy--
they can kill me-- how can they kill me?"

	"You wouldn't understand now even if I told you." Tommy
said.

	"Just tell him Tommy," Sean said.

	"Okay okay-- but I told you wouldn't understand--" Tommy
said.  And then he looked me solemnly in the eyes and said, "They
kill with words-- the sons of bitches kill kids with words. As
dramatically and as serious as the aftermath of a car running over
you. And they say 'Oh what a tragedy-- its so terrible-- what
happened to that little boy -- its so horrible-- and the fuckers don't
even know they sealed his fate-- and they go off to kill more kids."

	"You're right-- I don't understand."

	"Hey-- " Tommy said as I started for the door, "Just remember
two things-- one- it's an illusion as long as you keep your eyes open
you can't get hurt.  And two-- you have friends-- friends you can
trust-- okay??"

	"Ok" I said.  And then both Sean and Tommy did something I
didn't expect.  They came over and hugged me.

	"We'll be here for you anytime-- we will never betray you-- you
can trust us." Tommy said. And Tommy gave me their phone
number.

	"Yea Dereck-- We're all friends now, and I don't want to lose
you ever.  Please-- talk to us if you need us-- for anything." Sean
added.

	"Ok guys, bye."

	On my way home I saw something I thought was unusual-- I
saw a billboard sign on 19th street that for like a year has had the
same advertisement-- for a soft drink and the ad was still there but
it was different now-- it said, "Death - The Real Thing' .  I stopped
my bicycle and just stared at it not believing my eyes, but when I
looked again it was back to normal.  I rubbed my eyes then rode
past. 'Weird-- I thought to myself.

	When I got home, I wasn't in the mood to watch TV so I just
retired to my room.  I did some homework, and after a little while, I
decided to read a comic I bought last week that I hadn't gotten
around to reading yet.  I got about half way through when I saw
an ad that I thought was weird, it was an ad for an Atari game,
but it was the words that were kind of freaky-- they said: "Don't
Fear The Reaper."   I closed my eyes and opened them again and the
ad was back to normal.  I put the comic down-- being a little tired
and laid down to sleep.  While I was trying to sleep I couldn't get
that ad out of my head-- don't fear the reaper.  The billboard ad too:
death - the real thing.  I could hear Tommy saying, "Your gonna see
some things-- just don't freak out."  As I started to enter twilight
sleep I kept repeating softly, mumbling, what Tommy had said,
'They kill with words-- but they can't hurt me, they kill with words
but they can't hurt me-- they kill with words-- but they can't hurt
me. That was the last thought I had before I fell off to sleep.














"Falling, falling, into the hat he fell.  Swirling and twirling,
spinning and spinning.
	Down,
		Down,
 And when he looked into the skies, he couldn't believe his ears or
eyes.

	Lidsville is the kook-kook-kookiest,
	Lidsville is the kick-kick-kickiest,
	Lidsville is the groov-groov-grooviest,
	Lidsville is the living end.

 Friend, if you get a chance to go. Go there!  You'll be glad you did.
 'Cause everybody who goes to Lidsville really flips his lid!


 How's that for a kicker?"











"Poets, priests, and politicians, have words to thank for their
positions,
 	Words that scream for your submissions,
	And no one's jammin' their transmissions..."

			- A Doo Doo Doo A Daa Daa Daa (The Police)


"You can not stop what has begun, signed, sealed, they deliver
oblivion.
 	We all have a dark side, to say the least,
	And dealing in death is the nature of the beast."

			-One World It's A Battleground (Pink Floyd)



-finale-



	The next day I felt better.  I looked forward to seeing Tommy
and Sean at school.  I had an intuition that I was going to need
those two somehow.  As I was riding to school early I stopped at
the liquor store to look at some magazines-- It wasn't my usual
routine but for some reason I was curious.  I was flipping through
one of the magazines and I saw an unusual ad-- it made my heart
jump for a second-- It showed two kids playing in the street, you
know ball or something, and one kid is bending over to tie his shoe,
I guess he was about twelve or something-- and right behind him all
blurry is a car-- and I think it was an ad for Cadillac but I wasn't
sure-- I could see the emblem kind of on the front of the car-- and
the words were: "Have you ever thought as the days go bye, that
you would be the next one to die?"

	I turned the page quickly-- this was weird.  In the very back
page, I saw another ad-- this one was for alcohol, I don't know
some dumb brand-- I think Crown Royal anyways the words said,
"Have a drink, everybody dies."

	I snapped the magazine shut.  Was I imagining this?  I got on
my bike and rode to school.

	At lunch I met both Tommy and Sean at the amp.

	"You okay Dereck?" Sean asked me.

	"Yea." I said.

	"Have you seen anything yet?" Tommy asked me.

	"Yes." I said.

	"Want to talk about it?" Sean asked.

	"No-- I'm cool." I said.

	"Listen Dereck-- the best thing to do is just ignore them."
Tommy said. "As you learn how to ignore them, they go away-- kind
of."

	"Okay-- no problem-- who are THEY again??" I asked.

	"Hard to say so you'd understand." Tommy said.

	"I think I'm starting to understand." I said.

	"It doesn't matter-- who they are anyways," Sean said. "Just
ignore them."

	"Okay cool." I said.

	"Can you spend the night Saturday?" Sean asked changing the
subject-- he was actually quite good at that I noticed.

	"Yes I can." I said.

	"Cool!!" Sean interjected.

	"Cool," Tommy said.

	Nothing much else happened for the rest of the week because
pretty much I took my friends' advice and tried to avoid looking at
magazines and billboards.  I did make the mistake of watching TV
though.  My parents were both in the living room with me.  A
commercial came on-- and this one really freaked me out-- I did not
expect this.  At the end of the commercial the words were : "One
way or another were going to getcha.  Were going to getcha, gecha
getcha, getcha, getcha.  Maybe this week or another, we're gonna
getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha.  Everyone's got to go sooner
or later.  If not today, then tomorrow, or the day after, or the day
after that..."

	I was in shock, I couldn't help it.  I felt sick and I was just in
shock.  I blinked my eyes and the commercial was over.

	"Are you ok honey?  You don't look so good."  My mom said to
me.

	"I'm fine.  I'm going to bed."

	"What? You don't want to watch the rest of the show with
us?" my dad asked.

	"No- I don't ever want to watch TV again." I said and walked
to my room wondering if my life would ever be the same.

	When I got into my room I dialed Tommy's number.  He said I
could call before ten o'clock.

	"Hello,"

	"Is Tommy there?"

	"Hold on..."

	"Hello," Tommy said.

	"Tommy its Dereck."

	"Are you alright?" he asked.

	"No." I said.

	"What did you see?"

	"A fucking commercial on TV." I said.

	"A shocker huh?"

	"Pretty bad-- I'm never watching TV again."

	"Well, you won't miss much-- I forgot to tell you-- to watch
out with the commercials."

	"Anything else you forgot to tell me?"

	"Um, well its hard to say-- I ignore most of it now-- they only
shock me like very rarely now-- listen-- I told you - they can't hurt
you-- they're just words-- words and images-- that's all-- they're just
trying to scare you."

	"Well-- it's working." I said.

	"Listen Dereck-- this is a matter of life and death okay?
Listen to what I'm about to tell you ok?"

	"Okay."

	"They can't hurt you-- unless you go to sleep."

	"Great-- it's just like that movie-- Invasion of the body
snatchers?"

	"No- not like that asleep-- It's hard to explain-- just-- don't do
it.  No matter what you see or hear, and don't freak out."

	"Okay."

	"Sean and I went through the same thing-- Sean freaked out
so bad once that I thought he was going to jump out the fucking
window one time-- he was screaming  'Make them stop, make them
stop-- I can't take it anymore.'  I had to grab him and hold him
down-- he still won't tell me what he saw to this day."

	"Wow!"

	"Its like a dream Dereck-- like one of those lucid dreams you
know the kind where you suddenly realize your in a dream and you
start to take control of the dream but the dream fights you by trying
to become a nightmare-- that's all that's happening-- your starting
to become aware-- you know - to wake up - and they're fighting for
control from you right now.  Just don't believe anything you see or
hear from them anymore and try to avoid it as much as possible.
Listen, I went through it too-- Little Chris, who you're going to
meet Saturday-- Oh fuck man-- his eye fully opened up all at once--
he was a fucking lunatic for about a week."

	"You mean my eye is not even fully open yet?"

	"You're only partially aware right now-- and there's only two
things that can close it; fear or a deliberate decision.  So-- don't go
to sleep, and don't freak out."

	"How do I not freak out?"

	"Remember what I said-- its not real-- there just trying to
scare you."

	"But why?"

	"Because-- they want to kill you."

	"I don't understand." I said finally.

	"None of us do.  But you don't have to-- all you have to know
is they're trying to kill you--"

	"But how, I don't understand-- with words?"

	"Yea with words--"

	"I still don't understand."

	"Okay, I'm going to tell you this although I don't know if its
too soon-- Probably you already sense this-- Dereck-- There's no
such thing as death."

	"What?"

	"I told you you wouldn't understand.  They created death.
The only way you can die is if you believe you're going to die.  If
you believe it you can make it happen.  If you believe they can hurt
you-- then they can hurt you.  If you refuse to believe it, then there's
nothing they can do to you but annoy you."

	"Wow!" I said.

	"Don't believe anything they show you, or anything you hear
them say."

	"Alright."

	"And try to act like the messages don't even register-- if they
see they get a reaction out of you, it'll get worse-- No fear Dereck!
They're just like predators-- if they smell fear, you're in for it.  They
use fear-- that's their weapon-- and it's smoke and mirrors-- fear is
an illusion.  Don't be afraid-- Get pissed off if you have to react but
don't be afraid, if you want-- make a list every time a commercial
pisses you off and refuse to buy that product-- And make something
up and tell ten people to influence them not to buy that product
either.  I did that with Suds Root-Beer-- I told everyone I knew I
found a roach in one of my root-beers-- they might still buy it but I
know it would have pissed off the Suds people.  And one other
thing-- there's a great world beyond this illusion-- once you get past
the nightmare. Dereck there's positive messages also-- try to look for
them, try to hear them.  They're trying to distract you.  Take control
of the dream-- you can have anything you want-- all your dreams
can come true.

	"Heaven?" I asked

	"Call it want you want.  Its here on Earth-- not in the clouds
and not in another life."

	"For reals?" I asked astonished.

	"Yes- and there trying to blind you from seeing it.  Just keep
your courage, look at it like this-- its horrowshow.  That's all it is,
its all horrorshow my malenky malchicky-wicky!  You know how
that one song goes-- You got to go through hell before you get to
heaven...?"

	"Yea I know the song." I said.

	"And here's a clue-- listen to music-- TV's bad anyways--
There's two messengers Dereck-- two Great Spirits; one that wants
to destroy you, the other wants to love you-- and here's how you can
discern one from the other-- if the intent of the message is to instill
fear-- the message is from The Enemy; The Destroyer-- and He is
full of only hate.  If the message is intended to make you feel loved
than the message is from the one who loves you and He is full of
love and power.  Try to keep it straight for the sooner you really
understand this, the sooner you can tune-out the bad messages and
tune-in to the good ones.  Like I said, The Destroyer can't really
hurt you with anything except words-- and if you don't let His
words effect you-- He has no power over you."

	"The devil?" I asked.

	"Try to refrain from labels at this point Dereck-- More will be
revealed to you.  The point is, most people's concepts of God and the
devil-- well- they're so inaccurate as to be completely useless to
anyone who is actually opened themselves up to the spiritual.  Just
remember-- The Destroyer-- and The Creator, the one who loves you
is your creator-- the one who hates you would be your destroyer--
never forget that.  The Destroyer often pretends to be The Creator--
and if you listen to Him he'll bring you only fear, and confusion, so
don't forget, if the message frightens you its NOT The Creator no
matter how clever the hoax-- The Creator will never frighten you!
No matter what anyone tells you, or whatever the hell you read in
any goddamned book-- The Creator will never frighten you.  No
matter what some BLIND mother-fucker tells you like The Creator
will deliberately frighten you they are so full of shit and have no
spiritual discernment.-- They probably have never heard The Spirits,
and never will-- Their father is The Destroyer and they know only
what Their father allows them to know.  Remember what I told you
about THE BLIND Dereck-they're mother fuckin' kid murdering
mother-fuckers-- and they're so damn BLIND they don't even know
they're going around every day killing fucking people with their
words.  They know nothing about the spiritual-- all they know is
what they read in some book, or what somebody told them, or that's
the way they were raised to believe or some god-damned thing--
They act like they know a lot about God and the spiritual but
they're phony--  They're the blind leading the blind-- but YOUR
NOT BLIND Dereck-- So, its really very simple-- As long as you
understand this very simple concept-- you CAN'T go wrong. Now,
I've got to go Dereck, you have a good night-- You know everything
you need to know now."

	"Good night Tommy- and Thanks."

	"You're one of us now Dereck-- and it wouldn't be the same if
anything happened to change that-- and you're the only one who
can change that-- don't let them get to you.  Good night."

	I hung up the phone and all of a sudden I felt a great hope
swell up inside of me.  I went right to sleep.

	For the rest of the week I only had two more episodes where I
forgot to avoid the messages and got caught off guard.  Once-- The
television again-- I wasn't even watching it, my parents had it on
in the background while I was doing my homework in the dining
room.  It was the news I guess and they showed this big crocodile
and there were these people cutting it open and the announcer was
saying: "Crock eats 12 year old in Florida in his own back yard.
We're gonna getcha"   Needless to say I took my homework and
went into my room.

	The other time I was riding home from school and I happened
to look down on the ground while I was waiting for the light to
turn green and there was a magazine opened to an ad.  The words
were: "Even when you're being careful - Accidents still happen."  I
threw up all over the magazine and rode the rest of the way home
at full speed.

	That was on Thursday and I was pretty shook up for the rest
of the evening, but by Friday morning I was feeling much much
better.  These episodes were affecting me less and less severely.  On
Friday I had no episodes, except the stupid billboard signs-- I
couldn't help but notice them out of the corner of my eye.  I'd see a
secret message for only a second, and then the sign was back to
normal.  One glance, each time,  just for a second and it didn't even
affect me-- I think I was starting to know how to ignore the
messages even when I did see them accidentally.  The billboard sign
had no picture just the words: "Even if you don't die young - You'll
still die for sure."  And another one read: "Thousands disappear
every year - without a trace - do you want to know what happened
to them?  They're all dead!  We're gonna getcha"  This time I
actually laughed - I laughed it off.

	By Friday night I suddenly found more hope than I ever
thought I would-- I could actually imagine living with these stupid
messages everywhere-- I was hardly even seeing them anymore.  I
mean I saw them but I was learning to ignore them immediately.
By that night, after talking to Tommy and Sean on the phone I was
actually looking forward to the sleepover and meeting their younger
cousin Chris.

	When I got to their house, there they all were sitting on the
couch in the living room.  The television was turned off of course.
When I knocked, Sean had yelled "The door's open." And I came
waltzing in-- actually in a good mood-- the first time in like almost
a week.

	Squeezed right in the middle of the two was the now
infamous Chris-- a very small framed, skinny kid; ten years old and
looking more like eight.  He was wearing dark blue chords with a
red t-shirt which read 'Cats Christmas Tree Patrol' on it.  He had
short black hair and the most dynamic blue eyes, which really stood
out being so well defined by his black hair.  He had the
unmistakable features of a Jewish kid, however he had freckles all
over his face, and there was a hint of reddish in his dark hair,
which although unusual looked very attractive.  He smiled when I
introduced myself; a smile, which not only lit up his entire face but
lit up the entire room as well.  When he smiled he looked absolutely
angelic.  And then he shook my hand.  That's when I noticed the
mark on him also; on his top right wrist the letters: 'ART'.

	Sean was wearing dark blue chords also; long pants, and a
blue tie-die shirt.  Tommy was wearing white chord-pants and a
button down collar shirt with about the first four buttons undone
exposing his smooth bare chest which I thought looked very sexy.

	"How's it going little fellow?" I said.

	"Good- I've heard some things about you-- are they true?" he
said with a hint of that naughty smile that I guess seems to run in
the family.

	"I don't know-- maybe-- I've heard some things about you too-
- are they true?"

	"Maybe."

	"I heard you got scared?" Chris said solemnly.

	"Yea, but its getting better now, Tommy explained some
things." I said.

	"Does he know there's another Spirit?" Chris asked Tommy.
"The one that loves us."

	"I told him-- I don't know if he's heard them yet." Tommy said.

	Chris looked at me and said, "There's two Spirits-- ignore the
one that scares you and listen to the other one-- no one knows why
but when your eye opens your free to hear the loving spirit but your
also an open target for The Destroyer-- They are both spirits and
you can't perceive one without perceiving the other and also if you
can't perceive one you can't perceive the other."

	"Yes um, Tommy was explaining that." I said.

	"The Destroyer tries to scare you and for some reason in the
beginning He'll throw death in your face because He knows that's
most likely to scare the shit out of you-- That spirit knows only
death-- The other spirit, is alive and knows only life, He knows
nothing of death-- listen to that one, His words will fill you full of
life, so much so that you'll become immortal.  The other spirit, if you
listen to Him, is a vampire sucking the life right out of you--"

	I nodded my head in agreement. And then changing the
subject I said, "So, what does ART stand for-- is that you're middle
name?"

	"No, my middle name is Joshua." Chris said.

	"Oh," I said.

	"I THINK, it means Earth.  Do you get it?  Art is in the
middle of Earth."

	"Yea."

	"Guess what?" Chris asked me.

	"What?"

	"I've seen your dick."

	"You have?"

	Sean and Tommy started giggling.  Sean held up a Polaroid.

	"Ah ha-- you have seen my dick. Well, I guess to be even I
should have a look at yours."

	"Maybe.  You want to know a secret?" Chris asked.

	"Sure." I said.

	"I THINK that all the marks are for an element."

	"You mean like yours means Earth?  The other ones mean
something else?"

	"Yes, that's what I think."

	"What does mine mean?" asked Sean holding out his wrist
with the letter 'p".

	"That one was kind of hard to figure out-- but I think its P
for Pyro, you know in greek for-"

	"Fire." Sean whispered.

	"And mine?" Tommy asked, holding out his "9" mark likewise.

	"That was one even harder to figure out.  Water is made up of
Hydrogen and Oxygen.  On the periodic table of the elements,
Hydrogen is one, and Oxygen is eight; one plus eight is nine."

	"Crafty," Tommy said.

	"Dereck has two marks-- they're both crosses." Sean said.  He
pointed to the mark on my finger, and then he pulled my short
sleeve up and showed the mark on my arm.  "How come he has
two?" Sean asked.

	"Well, " Chris said thinking, "Maybe they're two marks-- but
only one symbol."

	"What do ya mean?" Tommy asked.

	"You mean like two halfs of one symbol?" I asked.

	"Yea-- kind a-- I have to think about that one."

	"Chris has seen other boy's like us," Sean said.

	"I've seen two other marks-- they're like the marks on Tommy
and Sean. "

	"Like what?" I asked.

	"Well, I saw on this one kid the letter "d" and on his brother
the letter "b" almost just like Sean and Tommy."

	"Let's see, " I said out loud as I put a finger on my nose, kind
of scratching my nose in thought. "The letter b could stand for
breath."

	"Yes breath for air." Chris said.

	"And d could be dirt." I said, sounding proud of myself.

	"Actually, I think dust for earth-- you know like ashes to
ashes and dust to dust?"

	"Never heard that." I said.

	"Its in the bible," Tommy said.

	"Oh."

	"Earth, air, fire and water," I said out loud--

	"Give me a piece of paper and a pen," Chris said.

	"Sean went and got a pad of paper and a pencil and handed it
to Chris."

	Chris started to draw something and after a minute I could
see it was a crude pentagram."

	"A pentagram," I said.

	I then watched as Chris put the letter 9 on the top right, the
letter p on the bottom right, the letter d on the bottom left, and the
letter b on the top left.  Then he held it up for us to see.  "There-- the
four elements of the pentagram-- Water, fire, earth and air."

	"That's really pretty clever,  " I said.

	"Yea, " Tommy said, It's all the same symbol just turned over
and reversed but depending on how you write it, it stands for a
different element."

	"What goes at the very top?" I asked.

	Sean spoke up very proudly, "Spirit." he said.

	"The fifth element." Tommy added.

	"Is there a symbol for that?" I asked.

	"Actually-- that's what I was thinking-- if there is, I haven't
seen it, that is until now." Chris said.

	"What do you mean?" I asked.

	"You're saying Dereck's mark's are the fifth element?" Sean
and Tommy looked at me incredulously.

	"I'm not sure-- but that's my hunch." Chris said.

	"How do you know all this-- you're only ten, right?" I asked.

	"It's a long story-" Tommy said.

	"Yea-- really long," Sean said.

	"Oh," I said.

	"My parents have taught me the secrets of Kabbalah since I
was about five."

	"Kabbalah?"  What's that?

	"Never mind," Tommy said, "We told you it's a long story."

	"If you want, we'll let him tell the story later-- but let's do
something fun for now, ok?"

	"Yea yea, okay?  What'd you have in mind?"

	Tommy pulled out a deck of red Bicycle cards, "Strip Poker
anyone??"

	We all went upstairs to Tommy's room because he had the
bigger bedroom.  We all sat Indian Style on the bed, and we all
started with bare feet to make the game go faster.  Tommy dealt the
cards.

	I lost the first round and so I took off my shirt.  Tommy lost
the second round and took off his shirt.  Tommy lost the next round
also and so he took off his pants so he was now only in his white
underwear which always looked so good on him-- having so much
there to make quite a lump.

	I lost the next round and so I took off my pants, and so now
Tommy and I were striped all the way down to our underwear and
the two youngest; Sean and Chris were still fully dressed-- this was
getting irritating.  I made a sound of frustration and little Chris
giggled and Sean had this big smirk on his face.

	"Are you guy's cheating?" I asked teasingly.

	"Yea-- what's going on here?"  Tommy asked.

	Chris giggled hysterically at that point.  Sean was smiling
widely.

	Tommy dealt the next round, and little Chris lost and took off
his shirt, and the next round Sean lost so I guess the law of
averages was finally catching up.  I thought for sure on the next
round I was either getting naked or Tommy, I was hoping it was
Tommy.  But amazingly Sean lost the next round and he was down
to his underwear.

	Now, this was interesting because there were now three of us
just in our white briefs, and the odds were seventy five percent that
someone was going to get naked on the next round-- So Chris spoke
up before the next hand was dealt to establish a new rule.

	"Whoever gets naked has to stand up so everyone can see his
privates, " Chris stated excitedly, and then added, "And has to turn
all the way around so we can see his butt too!"

	We all quickly agreed to the new rule, and as it turned out,
Chris lost the next hand-- this was a really fun game-- everyone
now was striped down to his underwear.  Chris was wearing
Scooby-Doo undies which I thought he was a little old to still be
wearing kiddy designer underwear at the age of ten-- but I had to
admit they looked really hot on him-- especially since they were
about three sizes too small like he first got them when he was like
seven and even though I'm sure he had a real small package the
really small tight Underoos nicely accentuated what he did have-- I
could see a very nice bulge especially when he sat down-- I
wondered if he was hard like I knew I was.

	"Drum roll please," Tommy said with a laugh and Sean
immediately started rolling his tongue like those Spanish people do
with their 'Rs'.

	"Round and round and round she goes, where she ends up
nobody knows," Tommy said as he dealt out the next round.

	"Aaahhhhhh!" Tommy said as we all realized that he'd lost.
He stood up without hesitation and pulled his briefs down and slid
them down his long slender legs, stepped out of them and then
threw them over on the far side of the bed on the pile with every-
body's shirts and pants.  We all saw his boner.  Man Tommy was
already half hard and looking like a super-hero.  No matter how
many times I saw Tommy's cock, I couldn't help but be impressed
every time.  He looked so damn boyish, that cock looked completely
out of character with the rest of his smooth hairless skinny body.

	We all watched as Tommy, very unabashedly turned in a circle
so we could see all of his privates, including his behind.  Chris was
giggling uncontrollably as he reacted to Tommy's theatrical antics as
he twirled around in a circle and then sat down, and prepared to
deal the next hand.

	The cards were dealt, and we all looked at our hands, and
then we all played the best five cards that we had out of nine.  Sean
was the loser this time, and as though doing an exact imitation of
his older brother, immediately jumped up onto his feet, standing on
the bed, and shucked his underwear, adding one more to the pile.
He laughed as he stood there bare for us all to see and then spun
around and did a little woop-dee-doo for effect.  Chris giggled out
loud in response to the woop-dee-doo.

	Well, the two brothers were totally naked.  Sean didn't appear
to have a boner though like Tommy whose boner was getting nearer
and nearer to full hardness I think as my own was in anticipation
of our little friend here who seemed to be having the time of his life,
giggling and carrying on.  I noticed he kept occasionally rubbing his
little package-- God, he was so damn cute-- I wanted to jump on
top of him and tear those little Underoos off of him, but I
restrained myself.

	Tommy dealt out nine more cards to each of us.  We all picked
four to discard and then we all showed our hands.

	"Damn!!" I said as I saw that everyone had a pair of
something, and I had a pair of jack shit.  I stood up on the bed and
slid my underwear down my legs, and did my turn around-- no
theatrical antics but I did wiggle my butt around when I had my
backside facing everybody a little which got a giggle out of Chris.  I
then sat down.

	"Ok, Tommy said, there's only one left-- Chris do you want to
forfeit this game so we can start another one with new rules?"

	Chris got onto his knees, Oh God, here it is-- I'm finally going
to see-- He was already pulling the front of his blue and red colored
briefs down even before he started to stand up.  He was pulling
them down and standing up at the same time which looked a little
awkward, so finally he just fell onto his back with his legs up in the
air and took them off, and his dick boinged out like a damn cat in
the hat.  He then threw his little boy briefs on the stack of clothes
and jumped up and down on the bed, one hand playing with his
boingy dick the whole time.  It was so damn boingy-- it's almost
like it had a hinge and a spring on it.  Chris then turned all the way
around and wiggled his cute little ass around which made me laugh-
- everyone else also, and I mean really loud laughing-- it just looked
so damn funny seeing him do that.  He then turned around and sat
down with his little erection, about three inches hard, totally
sticking strait up in the air and he was still like unconsciously
boinging it around - it was the cutest damn thing I think I ever saw
in my life-- it made me giggle over and over again.

	"What?"  Chris said to me as I couldn't stop giggling every
time he did it.

	"Nothing-- Its just that your so damn cute." I said.  And in
response I saw that dynamic smile of his again, that practically
stretched from ear to ear and could have made maniacal demon
soldiers surrender their weapons.

	"Okay, " Tommy said, "New game.  I say we make it
interesting-- everyone agreed?"

	"Yes yes yes yes" Everyone said.

	"Okay, lowest hand has to suck the dick of the highest hand,
okay??"

	Tommy looked at Sean in particular.  Sean hunched his
shoulders and said, "I'm game."

	"Okay with everyone?" Tommy said again.

	"Yes, yes" Chris and I said.

	"For a full minute!" Added Chris!!

	Oh damn, I was definitely falling in love with this kid.  He
was just too damn cute.  I could see why the brothers liked him so
much-- he was just like ten tons of explosive TNT fun.

	We all agreed and Tommy dealt the cards.  We all looked at
our hands and chose our cards.  Tommy put his hand down first,
apparently confident that he was the high hand-- He had two pair;
two Aces, and two kings-- not bad.

	Sean threw his hand down; a pair of fours-- with an
expression on his face like he pretty much knew he was going to be
sucking someone's dick in a minute, probably his brothers-- Tommy
looked hopeful.

	I looked at Chris-- apparently he was going to hold out until
he saw my hand.  I put my hand down-- it was a pair of three's and
immediately I saw this look of total relief on Sean's face, which
made me laugh out loud.

	"What??" Sean said to me.

	"Guess you were surprised anyone could have a suckier hand
than you?  I wished I had a camera to take a picture of that look on
your face."

	"Ah ha--" Tommy said jumping up-- almost forgot!! And there
he went running out of the room, to get the Polaroid Camera no
doubt-- Oh God-- this was going to get interesting.

	He came back a minute later saying, "Hope nobody here is
camera shy."

	I then looked at Chris-- Chris laid his hand down; "Four
eights-- Damn-- He just beat Tommy's hand with four of a kind.
Well, that just goes to show you how unpredictable poker is.  And,
of course, this couldn't be better news for me.

	Chris got up on his knees pointing his dick at me, and I
practically leapt towards his cute erection like a man dying of thirst
leaping into a cool water mirage in the middle of the Sahara Desert.
It sure seemed like I was turning out to be quite the happy cock
sucker-- who would have guessed?  In a moment I devoured Chris's
little cock all the way down to the cutest little balls I could have
imagined, I licked and lapped at his little ball sack as I sucked the
entire length of his dick.

	Chris surprised me when he grabbed my head with two hands
and started humping my mouth, surprisingly forcefully too-- I
thought I was going to bust a nut right there when he started doing
that.

	"Damn Chris!!" Tommy said as he snapped a photo.

	"I guess he likes getting his dick sucked too," Sean said.

	I sucked feverishly for a full minute until Tommy said, "Times
up,"  Chris's poor little nuts were dripping with my saliva as though
I were a coyote feasting down on some lamb chomps after nothing
but skittles for a month.

	"That tickled," Chris said.

	"Dang Chris, don't tell me you're a top too!!" I said.

	"He definitely knew how to handle YOU!" Tommy said.

	"That's the first time I got my dick sucked-- I was hoping it
would happen tonight." Chris said.

	"Fuck-- I could suck your cute little dick all night Chris"--
Turning to the brothers I said, "I can't imagine how you two both
fooled with him and you could have possibly resisted the temptation
to suck Chris off."

	"He's a great cock sucker himself-- you'll see" Tommy said.

	'Damn!" I thought to myself, and I thought I was going to
ejaculate just to an image in my head of young Chris sucking cock--"

	"Okay, next round-- everybody ready?"  Tommy said.  We all
nodded and Tommy dealt the cards.  Tommy was the big winner of
this hand and Chis turned out to be the low hand.

	"Take the camera," Tommy said to me and held it out and I
grabbed it.

	Without any hesitation what so ever and with a big smile on
his face Chris went over to Tommy who stood up onto his knees,
and opened his mouth wide, and put the head of Tommy's cock
between his lips.

	I snapped off a photo and then threw the camera on the bed--
I wasn't missing the rest of this.   Chris went down about half way
on the oldest boy's dick before he came back up for breath.  Chris
even allowed Tommy to gently work on his head pushing on it as he
was sucking.

	"Times up," Sean said.

	We all got back into position.  The next hand I had turned
out to be the high hand Chis was the lowest-- this was really
turning out to be my lucky evening.  I got on my knees and once
again little Chris had a big cock in his mouth.  Tommy took several
photos.  Chris was absolutely unbelievable.  He was really sucking
good, and really getting into it.  Just the sight of him, sucking me
off, made me want to blow right then-- but I wanted to wait-- I
held back-- I intuited more fun was still on the way.

	Sean said, "Times up," and in a moment or two we were all
being dealt another hand.

	This time it really did end up with Tommy the high hand and
Sean the lowest hand.  Damn-- I grabbed the camera without
anyone even having to ask me.

	Surprisingly, I would have expected Sean to be a little
hesitant-- I mean this was his brother-- although I had seen him
suck Tommy's dick that other time but shit- Sean was so fucking
aroused with my cock up his ass being fucked for the first time--
that seemed a little different.  But, Sean just casually put his mouth
on his older brother's dick and just started sucking away.  He was
going down on him pretty good too, like five inches was in his
mouth.

	"Oh Fuck yea!" Tommy said, as he gently guided his little
brother's mouth, his erection going in and out, between his sucking
lips.  I took a couple of photos and then put the camera down.
Tommy lay down, and guided Sean into a sixty-nine position and
soon the two of them were sucking away at each other-- I don't
think they cared about the times up either.  That left me with little
Chris.  I couldn't help myself but to lean down and get Chris's dick
back into my mouth and as I did, Chris maneuvered into a sixty-
nine position with me.

	I was in fucking heaven.  I couldn't believe my luck.  There I
was trying to suck all the life out of Chris's dick, and lick his balls
and the harder I sucked the harder his little prick got.  He giggled
every time I licked his balls.  At the same time Chris had got more
than half; about two thirds my length deep in his mouth and the
feeling of his tongue rubbing on the underside of my dick was
bringing me very near an ejaculation.  I felt Chris have a dry orgasm
in my mouth-- his dick throbbing a bit-- that was fucking hot, as he
sucked with even more fervor.  I let his dick out of my mouth and
looked over at Chris and I was really close man and I didn't want
to cum yet but as soon as I saw his hot little mouth open wide with
my cock sticking out of it, and his beautiful blue eyes looking right
into mine-- I lost it-- I had just enough time to say "Oh God-- I'm
gonna cum!" and as I got the last word out, I could feel spurt after
spurt after spurt after spurt shooting out of my dick and Chris
never let those tight lips of his loosen on my cock the entire time.  I
could hardly believe my orgasm it was so intense.

	After that, we both looked over at the brothers who were both
hot and heavy and looking like they were both going to blow their
nuts themselves.  And sure enough I was right, Tommy blew first
right into Sean's mouth and he didn't take his mouth off of Tommy's
dick either.  Tommy was moaning and groaning the loudest I ever
heard him.  Sean swallowed, and then it took him about a minute of
Tommy sucking him off the best he could, before Sean followed suit.

	"I'm gonna cum!" Sean said.  And as we watched he pulled his
dick out of his older brother's mouth and shot his cum so we all
could see it with Tommy holding his mouth open like he was afraid
Sean was about to take the final prize away from him at the last
second.  Two good squirts shot right into Tommy's mouth, but as he
closed his lips for a second to swallow the third squirt went all over
his face and the fourth squirt just completely missed hitting Tommy
more or less right on the nose.  Chris started giggling again, and I
even laughed.

	And, what I saw next made me want to cum again.  Sean
started licking his own cum off of his brother's face.  Even off of
his nose, and then Sean kissed Tommy full on the lips.  My mouth
was hanging open.

	Tommy laughed as Sean did this-- Tommy grabbed Sean's bare
ass and squeezed hard as they kissed and when they finally broke
the kiss Tommy said, "Your such a lunatic you know that Sean?
Nobody can predict what you'll do next."

	"That's right-- tell me you didn't enjoy that." Sean said to
Tommy and then turned to both Chris and I and winked.

	"It was the best!"  Tommy said.  And then looking at me he
said, "Well, Dereck, I guess your not the only one's that turning out
to be a cock loving cock sucker-- my brother was pretty damn
ambitious just then-- did you guys see that?!"

	We all rested then, and that's when Chris said to get the pad
of paper and a pen for him again, he wanted to show us all
something.

	He drew a symbol on the piece of paper that Tommy gave him
with a number two pencil.  "Look everybody!" he said excitedly.

	I looked and the symbol he drew looked like a number sign
(#).

	"What is it?" Sean asked.

	"It's Dereck's symbol-- I finally figured it out-- look- its a
cross and an inverted cross side by side touching."

	"Wow-- you're right." Tommy said.

	I was more dubious, "What does it mean though?"

	"Its the fifth element.  I guess it's a variation of the yin-yang."

	"Oh," I said.

	"Oh fuck-- I've seen that symbol before," Tommy said.

	"Me too," Chris said.

	"Where?" I asked.

	""Not sure," Chris said. "Maybe from Kabbalah but I don't
think so."

	"I don't get it," Tommy said.

	"What is Kabbalah anyways?" I asked.

	Chris explained that the Kabbalah was secret supernatural
information.  He asked me, "You hear any messages in the music
Dereck?  Positive messages?"

	"Um well yea, " I said, "I keep hearing these messages like just
call my name or call me, or say my name or whisper my name or say
my name out loud when you're in trouble-- stuff like that like every
time I listen to music lately seems like, but it seems like they never
say what the dang name is so how are you supposed to say it?"

	"And what do you think when you get that message?" Chris
asked.

	"Like-- I think to myself, yea well, what's your name and I'll
call it?"

	"Humm, " Chris said.

	"What?" I asked.

	"Your the fifth element-- the fifth element is Spirit-- You
activate Spirit by a symbol or a name-- That may be the symbol
right there."

	"Why not a name?" I asked.

	"Oh well that's easy, " Chris said. "You can't say the name of
God because everyone knows it's impossible to pronounce."

	Everyone was silent for several moments.

	"I didn't know that!" I said.

	"Me neither," said Sean.

	"Nor me," said Tommy.

	"Let me explain, in Kabbalah we have something called the
Tetragrammaton-- It means four-lettered name-- the name of God--
only thing is it has no vowels and can not be pronounced."

	"Ahhhh," Tommy said.

	"So-- it doesn't matter if you know the name-- you can't say
it." Chris went on.

	"However, according to some Cabalists-- The name of Jesus
which wasn't Jesus by the way-- It was Joshua in Greek, but in
Hebrew it was Yeshua.  But here's the thing-- if you take the name
Yeshua which is five letters in Hebrew; four of them are the
tetragrammaton with - get this- a vowel stuck right in the middle."

	"So its pronounceable," Tommy said.

	"Wow!" Sean said.

	"In other words when Jesus said that his name was the
highest name under heaven except for the father's he could have
been right-- the name of God is unpronounceable, but the name of
Jesus WAS pronounceable with that extra letter in it.

	"What's this have to do with the symbol on me?" I asked.

	"Well-- it's a cross- so it's likely referring not only to the fifth
element and the name of God but also directly to the
Pentagrammaton which is the five-letter name of God.

	"How do you pronounce that?" I asked.

	"Just like this- Ya-Shu-Ah-- Just like Joshua except Yashua"

	"So that's the pronounceable name of God?" I asked.

	"Maybe-- It seems that's what your marking is indicating."

	"Here's the thing-nobody's been really sure-- but many
cabalists believe if you say the name of God out loud- You can
perform miracles."

	"Magic," Tommy said.

	"Yes-- You can do anything in that name.  All you have to do
it figure out how to pronounce it."

	"That explains why all those Christian people can't do crap
even though they think they know the name of God and pray in
Jesus name." Tommy said.

	"Well-- the fact that Jesus WAS NOT his name in any living
language at the time, is a fact that has not been kept secret-- so
why they insist on translating the bible using that name is probably
the biggest mystery in religion second to none and yet they do--
every bible translated in English translates Joshua to Jesus-- Why?-
- Maybe only the devil knows."

	My eyes went wide, "What are you saying?"

	"Nothing," Chris said.

	"Are you saying that the devil changed the name of God in the
bible?" I asked.

	"Yes.  But not the devil-- well something like that," Chris said
matter-of-factly.  "Not only in the new testament but also in the
O.T.-- you see, the real name for God in the Old testament that the
Jews have been memorizing every generation for ten thousand years
does not translate to the word 'God' no matter how you translate or
what language your translating in-- and yet, same thing, every
bible, everywhere in English translates the word in Hebrew to the
word 'God' in English which is simply not the correct translation."

	"What is their word they used?" Tommy asked.

	"The Tetragrammaton," Chris said.

	"Oh fuck-- I think I'm starting to understand-- " Tommy said,
"You can't pronounce the Tetragrammaton so they changed it to
something you CAN pronounce-- the word 'God'"  Tommy said.

	"Yes but there were other reasons too-- legend has it the
Hebrews themselves edited out the Tetragrammaton when they
wrote the old testament down for the first time-- and put in its
place the word 'Elohim" or the word "Jehovah" which ALSO does
not correctly translate to the word 'God'"  Chris continued.

	"Shit-- you sure know a lot!" I said.

	"Cabalists are Hebrew mystics," Tommy said. "This isn't like
really popular information-- kind of like western occultism.  Tommy
said.

	"So what does Elohim translate to?" I asked. "If not the word
'God'

	"Well in the olden days, if you were a Jew, you were forbidden
to ever say the name of God out loud even though that was really
stupid because it was impossible anyways-- but they didn't even
want people TRYING by sticking in this vowel or another, like for
example, Yaway-- which is like one way to stick a vowel in and
make it pronounceable-- In those days Jewish law strictly forbade
anyone from even trying to say it-- so if you wanted to say the name
of God-- and let me make this point clear-- not the word 'God' but
the name of God-- they replaced the tetragrammaton with the word
Elohim-- the word Elohim is actually two Hebrew words that were
mixed together-- it translates "The Creative Spirits." Chris went on.

	"Not Creative Spirit?" I asked, "I thought the Jews were the
only religion that said there was only one God.

	"That is a bit ironic-- but for some reason, the early Jews
believed that God was plural-- in fact there's many examples of
this." Chris said.

	"But, " Chris went on, "Elohim is a made up word-- it is
definitely NOT the name of God-- it was designed to be a
replacement for the actual name of God, same thing with the word
Jehovah-- another made up word-- this word is actually a
conglomeration of two Hebrew words, meaning male and female;
from Genesis - you know, 'Let us make man in our image; in male
and female let us make them' its not actually surprising; using a
word for God this way is actually not unprecedented-- the Greeks
and the Romans and even the Egyptians believed that holy
creatures were often hermaphroditic-"

	"What does that mean hermof-what?" I asked.

	"Hermaphroditic-- it means being both male and female-- The
point is that there's a long history of perceiving God and all holy
creatures as being hermaphroditic-- even in early Catholic art - Holy
angels were depicted as being hermaphroditic"

	"So let me get this straight, The word Jehovah and the word
Elohim - they're made up words which were not real words for God
but were replacement words for the real name of God-- which is the
Tetragrammaton, that can't be pronounced although they did try to
pronounce it by making other replacement words like Yaway.  Do I
have it right?" I asked.

	"More or less," Chris said.  "but remember, the actual true
pronounceable name of God might really be the Pentagrammaton--
the five lettered name of God--which the Cabalists use the
pentagram to represent.  They put the vowel up at the top which is
'sh' like 'shhhh' like to be quiet, you know like a secret-- anyways,
and Yaway wasn't the only guess as how to pronounce it-- Ancient
magicians were convinced it was pronounced 'Yahoo'

	I was thinking to myself for a moment, my mind wondering;
something Chris spoke about earlier-- "How many spirits are there?"
I asked.  We were all still naked and in the back of my head I
thought it was strange we were all naked and talking about the
name of God-- And the whole time I still couldn't keep my eyes off
of Chris's little dick although soft now.

	"You mean The Elohim?" Chris asked.

	"Yea," I said.

	"Well that's the funny thing-- a lot of people think it means
'many' - the Christians even say it means three but actually the
plural form they used meant two and that's pretty well
documented."

	"Two?"  Tommy said."

	"Yea- well, it gets back to yin and yang-- the rumor or the
legend is that there are two equal but opposite forces in the universe
that govern all of nature and although the two antithical forces are
opposite they actually compliment one another-- together they
create-- that is not to say that one is good and one is bad, together
they are the fifth element that unifies all of nature-- its kind of like
this-- take like a forest-- every year it gets fuller and fuller with life
until everything is strangling one another and you have all this
dead brush- and then the forest catches fire which clears the forest
for new growth.  There is an undeniable destructive side to nature
so nature is creative as well as destructive but the two forces are in
perfect balance or harmony-- anyways-- "

	"Is it like God and the devil?" I asked.

	"Not exactly-- what the Christians did is they demonized the
destructive nature of nature-- creating an imaginary monster;
something or someone to blame-- its not like that-- but the two
crosses would kind of be like a western symbol for the same concept
of yin-yang represented in both eastern mysticism and Hebrew
mysticism."

	My mind was wandering again, there was something really
weird about this, how Chris was talking, "One more question?" I
asked.

	"Okay," Chris said.

	"How come you talk like an adult Chris?  When you're only
ten; using really big words that I don't understand and stuff-- in
fact all of you, you all talk like adults." I said.

	They all looked at each other, and then Sean said, "Because--
we're not of this world."

	Tommy said, "Remember when I told you that Jesus said
something like you have to be a child to get into heaven?"

	I nodded but still confused.  I turned back to Chris.

	Chris was silent for a long while and finally he said, "I'm
actually a lot older than I look."

	"-And YOU are a lot YOUNGER than you look Dereck my
friend!!"

	I was trying to comprehend all of this when my thoughts were
suddenly interrupted-

	"Okay-- I'm bored," Sean suddenly said.  "I say we fool around
some more."

	"Okay by me," Chris said.

	Tommy and I looked at each other like with an expression
that communicated we were thinking the same thing-- The younger
two of us four were a little looped it seemed; going from talking
about spiritual things to sexual things is like switching gears from
5th gear to reverse.  But what could we do?  Our looks also
conceded that it was those same younger two that were in control
here-- not us.

	Sean cracked that naughty smile of his, looking right at Chris
who smiled his angelic smile in return, I swear, you almost had to
shield your eyes from the light of his halo.

	"Tommy, go get the Vaseline," Sean said.

	Tommy disappeared for a few moments down the hall- I
wondered to myself what was the point of closing the bedroom door
if he was going to keep opening it and waltzing down the hall
naked with his boner leading the way every few minutes; First for
the camera now for the Vaseline.  If someone had been home, no
doubt what we were doing in here would not be a secret.

	Tommy came back with the lube, and by that time my own
dick was hard again in anticipation of what the youngsters had in
mind.

	I watched Chris lie on his back on the bed and lift his legs up
into the air as Sean greased up his boner.  And then he spread some
Vaseline into Chris' tight looking hole.  In a moment Sean had his
dick in little Chris, and all this without saying two words to each
other.

	Tommy grabbed the camera and took like two pictures and
then the camera ran out of film.  "Hold on - Shit-- I got a better
idea!"  Tommy said as one more time he ran out of the room stark
naked leaving the door open behind him.

	Sean wasn't giving Chris the "rough fuck" treatment that he
gave me.  Chris had this look of sensual pleasure on his face but it
didn't mask the angelic bliss of his countenance.  Sean slowly
fucked him, as if they had done this a dozen times already-- it
seemed apparent that Chris and Sean were familiar with each other.

	I was watching the live porno scene in front of me slowly
pumping my dick, when Tommy came back in with another camera--
this one looked like a small movie camera.

	"What the hell Tommy?" I asked, "What kind of camera is
that?"

	"8 millimeter-- no sound."  Tommy said as he quickly tried to
load a new package of film into the camera."

	"Damn dude- won't your dad get mad that you're using up all
this expensive film?" I asked.

	"No-- our dad's rich-- he doesn't care." Tommy said, and after a
moment or two he closed the film cabinet and turned the thing on.
It had a bright light on the front of it that came on when he hit the
film button starting the film.  He shot about a minute of Sean
fucking Chris, and then told me to go stick my dick in Chris' mouth-
that he loved getting "double-teamed" he called it.

	I went and straddled Chris, thinking to myself that I was
into something way over my head, and I was going to put my dick
to his lips but I had a sudden compulsion to do something else first-
- I don't know-- just looking down at that sweet face with naughty
expressions on it at the moment, but like I said, not diminishing his
angelic features one little bit.

	I leaned over and put my face right next to his.  Chris leaned
up a bit and our lips contacted for a moment but the position was
awkward and we separated again.  Chris grabbed the back of my
head then and smashed his open mouth against mine instantly
forcing his tongue all the way into my mouth-- that felt so fucking
hot that I thought my boner was going to just explode inflating too
quickly.  Passionately he kissed me while Sean fucked him.

	"Fuck dude-- fuck fuck fuck-- that's so fucking hot!" Tommy
said, "I got the whole thing on film!"  Tommy must have stopped the
camera because I saw the headlight go out in my peripheral vision.

	"Only six minutes of film left-- damn this stuff goes fast."  I
heard Tommy say in the background.

	It was hard to concentrate because Chris' kiss was making my
brain melt more or less like ice cream sitting out in the August
sunshine.  I felt like I was sinking into a dream and the longer he
sustained the kiss, the more I felt like reality was becoming fantasy.
I felt wetness coming out of my nose and I tried to wipe it
wondering if it was some of my liquefied grey matter but it turned
out to be regular old snot.

	I kept my eyes open as we kissed and Chris kept his eyes open
too-- starring directly into mine as we kissed.  And then suddenly
his two eyes became one large beautiful blue eye-- I could see every
detail, the rods and the cones, the amazing designs-- I didn't know
if I was seeing cross-eyed or if this was real.  I felt like I could fall
right into that large deep blue eye; I felt dizzy as though I could
lose my balance and just fall into his eye like it was some kind of
portal; to heaven itself maybe-- or perhaps a place even better than
I could possibly imagine; some place where there was no such thing
as violence or hatred or sickness or disease or war or famine or
growing old, or little kids getting abducted by strangers, or
anything bad, just blue skies and blue water and blue everything--
oh blue-- the color blue everywhere-- the color blue was filling up
my mind-- blue, blue, blue, falling, falling, down, down, spinning
and spinning, turning and turning...

	Chris released the kiss as though by intuition he knew that my
soul was dangerously close to leaving this world completely and
forever, leaving only some kind of mindless animated zombie-like
body behind which no one would want to be friends with.  His
gorgeous blue was two again, and all I was able to say was 'blue
blue blue blue' like a bumbling idiot or someone in a hypnotic
trance.  He wrapped his hands around my neck and pushed me
down towards his dick, which was erect and ready for me.

	"Bon-appetite," he said.

	For the second time today I devoured little Chris' erection, all
the way to those smooth pearl shaped balls of his.  For the second
time in a sixty-nine position with him.  Of course, I also had an
extreme close-up view of Sean's dick casually going in and out of
Chris's hole.  I sucked for a minute or two and then, once again lead
more by compulsion than any kind of actual thought pattern-- I
stuck my face right where all the action was-- an inch away from
the penetration of Sean's dick with Chris's asshole.  I felt like I was
the camera in one of those porno magazines I had looked at so many
times that I snuck out of my dad's closet; of close-up's so extreme to
show penetration that you think the guy's balls are actually in
danger of bumping into the camera for God's sakes.

	And then I stuck out my tongue and licked Chris' hole around
the perimeter even as Sean was fucking it.  The hole stretched larger
than its natural size.

	"Ah fuck-- got to get this too-- keep doing that Dereck-- Ah
fuck that's hot." I heard Tommy say, and a moment later the light
again-- hey hey-- I was in the spotlight-, again.  It seemed that
Chris sucking my cock was pushing me past my barriers.

	Suddenly Chris gagged, coughed and spatted apparently trying
to take an inch or so down his throat too much but only for a
moment and then he was back to sucking it again but the sound of
it must have pushed Sean past the point of no return.

	"I'm gonna cum!" Sean barely spit out in kind of a horse
whisper, and I kept licking as he pulled his dick out, and I guess
when the head of his dick passed through Chris' tight anal opening,
squeezing it a bit, that was all that Sean needed because even
before his dick head was completely free of Chris' ass, it was already
spurting cum.  I kept on licking as the first squirt hit directly on
Chris' asshole.  The second squirt went right on my tongue, which I
quickly retracted to swallow.

	"Oh fuck-- This is so fucking hot!" I head Tommy say as he
continued to film.

	The next two squirts right on his hole again, and afterwards I
proceeded to lap it all up as if Sean's cum were creamy milk on
Chris' asshole and I were a kitten.  After I licked all the cum up, I
stuck my tongue inside of Chris' asshole, to lick out any cum that
Sean might accidentally have left in there.  As soon as I stuck my
tongue through the opening, Chris let out this cute little moan as if
he were asleep and having a nightmare.  His body wiggled and
spasmed and at the same time I got a nice little surprise because
Chris went and just jammed his finger all the way up into my own
asshole-- that was more than I could take it seemed because all of a
sudden I started to feel that now familiar chain reaction starting in
my balls.

	"Oh fuck Chris-- you just made me cum," I said.

	Chris immediately stopped sucking my dick and pulled his
finger out of my ass.  "Hold it, hold it, hold it-- I don't want you to
cum yet."

	I closed my eyes and tried to will the approaching orgasm
away but didn't feel like I was having much success, when all of a
sudden I felt Chris press two fingers hard against the base of my
dick , and within' a second the orgasmic feeling subsided.

	I opened my eyes and looked at Chris.  "How did you do that?
Never mind- Why didn't you want me to cum?" I asked.

	Chris motioned me to come closer with his hand so I did.  He
whispered into my ear, "'Because, I want you to fuck me."

	"No baby, " I said out loud, "No, I'm too big for you- it'll hurt."

	"I want you to." he said.

	"Just do it the way I showed you," Tommy said. "And it won't
hurt-remember?"

	I looked at Chris again, "Okay, but if it hurts tell me-- and I'll
stop-- promise?" I said.

	"I promise." Chris said.

	I re-greased Chris' hole, with a liberal amount of petroleum
jelly, using that as an excuse to slide two fingers up there.  His hole
was tight.  I wiggled my fingers around and tried to stretch his hole
out a little wider.  Chris giggled as I did that.

	"That tickles," he said.

	"Everything tickles you," I said.

	I kept massaging his hole with my fingers for several more
minutes, noticing that his hole was becoming more and more elastic.

	"I'm ready," Chris said.

	"You sure?"

	"Yes." he said.

	I got into position and Tommy's light came back on.  He took
up a view from above me, straddling Chris with the camera right in
front of me-- I guess he wanted to get a penetration shot.  I pressed
my dick-head against his hole, and started teasing it the same way
that Tommy had done to me, and within seconds it was slipping
deeper and deeper into Chris.

	I was trying to look past Tommy at Chris's face for any sign
of pain.  But I couldn't see his face. "Are you alright Chris?" I
asked.

	"Oh yea-- keep doing that--" he said.

	My dick was about half way into him, and I started fucking
him with only that much penetration--

	"Oh God-- that feels so good Dereck-- Oh," he moaned.

	I penetrated a little deeper, after another minute.  listening
intently to the sound of Chris' grunts.  Just then Tommy turned off
the camera apparently to save just a little more film, and got the
hell out of my way so I could see Chris' cherubic face directly.

	He looked like he was having a good time.  So I penetrated a
little deeper, but about four and half inches is all I dared.

	After another minute I started to pump him a little faster and
immediately I heard him groan," Ah yes, feels good." I got to fucking
him pretty fast, and I guess his tight hole was just way too much
for me to take for very long.

	"Oh damn!" I said, "Gonna cum"  I pulled out and came all
over his ass.

	"Fuck that felt good," Chris said.  "I want more."

	"Tommy-- put down the damn camera and come over here and
fuck me." Chris said.

	Tommy handed the camera to me as I was using my shirt to
wipe up my cum off of Chris.  I got into the same position as
Tommy had been straddling Chris.  Tommy re-applied even more
Vaseline to Chris' hole, and then to his own cock.

	"Chris-- if it starts to hurt I need you to say stop okay?"
Tommy said.

	"It won't hurt-- I trust you." Chris said.

	Tommy placed his dick-head at Chris's now swollen entrance,
and started teasing his hole-- his penetration was much slower than
mine because although Chris was stretched quite a bit, Tommy's
dick was way fatter than mine was.  I rolled the camera and the
light came on, and I watched as Tommy's cock slowly moved in.
After thirty seconds I watched the swollen head disappear into
Chris-- and I knew the fattest part of his cock was already past the
opening.  Tommy got more than half of his cock in there when he
decided that was as far as he would penetrate.

	Tommy then slowly started to pump Chris.  Just then the
camera ran out of film and the light automatically went out.  I got
off Chris, and watched as Chris jacked himself while Tommy was
fucking him.  Sean and I both watched as Chris had dry orgasm
after dry orgasm--   about one minute apart-- it was absolutely
fucking amazing-- I think we were both a little jealous.

	Then Sean whispered into my ear, "Your still hard-- do you
think you can go one more time?"

	"Maybe-- what'd you have in mind?"

	"Fuck my brother while he's fucking Chris.  He won't stop
you-- trust me-- he needs to get fucked-- he really wants you too
anyways."

	"I don't know Sean--"

	"Just trust me--" Sean said as he grabbed the jar of Vaseline
lying right next to Tommy.  "If you don't do it I will-- but I thought
he should get fucked for the first time by someone with a little
bigger cock than I have."  While he was whispering to me, Sean was
greasing my dick up with Vaseline.

	I had mixed feelings about this, my mind was a little scared
but my dick was saying 'yes yes yes' so I decided I'd try and if
Tommy resisted I'd stop.  I got up behind Tommy and I spread his
cheeks, and started applying some Vaseline to his asshole, and he
didn't say a word-- he just kept slowly fucking Chris-- I think his
brain was all liquid now, like mine was, probably all leaked out of
his nose and in a big puddle on Chris's stomach.  I stuck first one
finger into his hole and then a second one, he squirmed a bit but
never said anything.  I then bravely pressed my cock head up
against his asshole, and started pressing in, applying pressure and
releasing quickly as I had done with little Chris.  After a minute or
so I had all of my five and a half inches up in him, and fucked him
gently at first.	I got a good angle where I was kind of fucking
him upwards so my fucking wouldn't effect his own movement with
Chris, and before long I was fucking Tommy pretty good, pulling
five inches out and then back in again.

	Tommy started to moan and suddenly I heard him say, "Oh
fuck Dereck-- God of the heavens-- your cock feels so good. I'm
gonna cum."

	Apparently he pulled out of Chris, and I could hear the
groaning sounds of him probably spurting all over Chris's asshole-
which would be like for the third time now that the kids asshole got
cum spurted all over it.  I continued to fuck Tommy even after he
came-- it taking me a lot longer to get there myself, since I just
orgasmed like five minutes ago.  I didn't even know if I would be
able to or not but I actually felt like I could.

	Poor Tommy.  Chris rolled out of the way after having like his
fourteenth dry orgasm, and I literally climbed on top of Tommy and
was fucking him fast and furious trying to reach a climax.

	"Ah fuck Dereck-- I'm so glad you're fucking me-- I wanted
you to-- but I couldn't tell you that-- I wanted you to just do it--
like you just did. And oh fuck-- you feel so good."

	"I fucked him even harder now, feeling what was possibly an
immanent orgasm coming on."

	"Ah fuck-- I'm so glad-- ah yea-- ah Dereck-- oh yea, fuck me
hard-- oh yea."

	"And even faster I fucked him, and I reduced Tommy to just
grunts and moans now-- I didn't mean to-- but I had to-- if I was
going to cum again, and besides I knew he could handle it.  Tommy
was jacking himself furiously now himself.  His groans got louder
and I'll be a son of a bitch-- if he wasn't gettin' ready to cum again
himself.

	I fucked with fury.  I had to beat him to the orgasm.

	"Ahhh fuck Dereck-- yea-- fuck-- I didn't know you had it in
you." he cried.

	"I pumped and pumped and pumped him, rocking the bed on
its springs so that it could probably be heard through the whole
house downstairs.  Finally, I felt the orgasm coming on, and at that
same second I saw Tommy squirt cum all over the bed.

	"Ahhhhh, fuck yea--" Tommy groaned.  As I saw squirt after
squirt.

	Tommy just came-- but I was almost there-- I continued to
fuck Tommy for another two minutes after he came for the second
time-- and finally-

	"Ahhhhhhhhhh I'm cumming!" I said as I pulled my dick out
and came all over his back, four good squirts.

	Tommy and I collapsed onto the bed, and we could hear Sean
and Chris giggling in the background.

	Afterwards, we stayed up and talked, all of us in our
underwear, until it was very late and we were all very tired.

	During that discussion I learned that all three of them had
had anal and oral sex before, they just wanted me to think they
hadn't so it would be hotter for me to think they were all virgins.
Tommy even admitted to me that he had fucked little Chris before--
they were kind of acting to make an illusion which would fit the
paradigm - whatever THAT meant.

	I had to admit I didn't really understand what was
happening-- I felt like I was into something way over my head-- but
I no longer cared - these were my friends and I wanted to be like
them.

	During our conversations Chris had fallen asleep already,
resting his head in my lap.  When I woke him up to tell him we
were all going to bed now, he insisted he wanted to sleep with me.

	I suggested we all sleep in Tommy's room, but Sean said there
wasn't enough room for everybody on the one bed-- he insisted that
Chris and I sleep together in his bed, and that he would sleep with
his brother.

	I lead sleepy-eyed little Chris who was sleep-walking, sleep-
leaning on me the whole way down the hall and into Sean's room
and into Sean's bed, which was nicely made.

	As soon as I turned the lights out and we laid down in the
bed Chris rolled over onto his side snuggling up next to me.  One
arm draped over my breast and was back asleep even before I had a
chance to look at a clock to see what time it was-- a ritual of mine.
I looked up at the clock but it was too dark to make out the time
right off, but after my eyes adjusted to the limited light I could see
that it read eleven eleven.

	 I laid my head back down, and although I wasn't used to
having another body in contact with me while I fell asleep I was
amazed that I started drifting right off, with a feeling of peace
that I had rarely felt.  I thought about what I was into-- I didn't
really know yet- but, with Chris sleeping next to me, his arm resting
on me, this easy peaceful feeling like a drug I was feeling-- I no
longer cared to figure out if it was wrong or right-- I realized now
that I loved and trusted my friends and I wanted to be a part of all
this.

	Chris' breathing was hypnotic, and I discovered quite to my
intrigue that my own breathing, all on its own, quickly synced with
Chris' so that I could no longer hear a distinction of two bodies
breathing, just one breath.  With my eyes closed I felt Chris' lips
softly touch my neck, and a long kiss, and oh how good it felt.  That
feeling of peace grew, until I never felt this peaceful, and that is
the last thing I remembered.



































"There's nothin' you can do that can't be done,
	There's nothing you can sing that can't be sung...,
 ...But you can learn how to be you..., it's easy,

 All you need is love.  All you need is love.  All you need is love,
love.
	Love is all you need.  Love is all you need.  Love is all you
need."

					-Love Is All You Need  (The Beatles)












-Epilogue-



	I discovered many things with my new friends, and lovers.
Many profound things that would take too long to write; but of all
those things probably the most important ones were that I
discovered that its okay to just be myself, to live, and to love in the
way that comes natural for me, and the way that my creator
intended.  I discovered that there was nothing wrong with me, and
that I was not immoral, or amoral and that no human being had the
right to judge me.  I also discovered that I had nothing to prove, for
I also discovered that my creator loves me, and most importantly I
discovered that my creator loves me for being myself-- the way that
he made me-- and that He DID NOT make me bad or immoral.

	I also discovered that death is merely an illusion, and that
there really is nothing to fear.  I discovered that life is a dream. My
friends and me decided that we didn't want to ever grow up and we
also discovered that no one could make us.  So, needless to say, we
have had many many adventures through the years and we are all
still children.

	Of course we are no longer of this world.  We pass in and out
of this world from time to time, and when we do, you can not see
us, if your third eye blind, unless we want you too.  We have
discovered there is another world within this one, comprised of
others just like us, who - thank you very much - don't find being
grown up to be anything to write home about.  In our world, and
there are many of us, there are no wars, there is no poverty, there is
no sickness or disease, there is no hatred and there is no crime - and
we all love one another.  And by the way, we don't have to wear
any clothes!!  Because the sun shines most of the time, and it only
rains when we want it to.

	If you are already grown up-- its not too late, for all of my
friends, unlike me, had already grown up before they discovered this
secret underground world.  You can find our world and members of
our world going in and out of your own - just by seeking it or us.  If
you seek you will find, if you do so with an open mind.  And you
will probably discover the clues in the least likely of places.  You
might need some courage, for the source of those clues could be
within forbidden material.  Would you expect anything less?

	But above all those things, the most important thing that I
discovered is that love covers all sins and that love also recognizes
no law.

	Not the end.  We've only just begun to live...



"Just call me angel of the morning, darlin'..."

		- Just Call Me Angel Of The Morning (Juice Newton)


"Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name,
	And what's puzlin' you is just the nature of my game."

		- Sympathy For The Devil (Rolling Stones)



	If you would like to read more of my adventures with my
friends Sean, Tommy, and Chris please e-mail me at
darronthewitch@yahoo.com