Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2008 13:59:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Larry Clayton Subject: Mikey and Billy, chapter three... All the regular warnings and instructions as to who should and should not read this are in full force. I do not condone sexual activity between adults and under-aged persons or any other illegal relationships. I also do not support adults trying to train youth to make certain choices for the benefit of the adult's own pleasure. I do advocate for youth to be who they choose to be without being persecuted for their own decision. I do not say whether their decision is right or wrong for everyone ... but for themselves ... that is their personal business! We left off: Things seemed to be going so well for the pair that neither guy noticed the bedroom door opening ... or the person who entered and closed it again ... "What the ? ... Damn, Billy! I know that pale butt facing me isn't little Casey come back for a visit, so all I can figure is ... it's gotta be Timmy! Mom said you two were up here looking over some computer info about the new club ... she didn't even hint you were trying out for the parts in a kiddy porn flick! HELL!" Mikey and Billy Cum of Age Chapter Three "Geesh, Mike ... scare the bejesus out'a us, why don't'cha! Tim and I just sort'a clicked as we were in the middle of web searching, and...well ... if it helps, he did ask for you too when he got here!" "Dang, Mike ... It was an all of a sudden thing; couldn't help ourselves. I finally made up my mind just who I am, and ... uh ... Bill here, just started to show me what I wanted to learn so bad!" During this short conversation, Mike decided he wasn't going to waste any time at all in being a part of this new endeavor, so he began to quietly undress as the other two tried to talk him out of being so upset (at least they thought he was mad about what he was looking at.) With them being so shook, and still holding onto each other so closely, they were not able to actually see Mike across the room ... "Well then, since ol' Timbo thought to ask about me in the first place, the least I can do is add to his instruction...right?" With that, Mike crawled onto the bed at the couple's feet, and leaned forward just enough to spread Tim's butt cheeks and begin teasing Tim's rosebud with some very wild tongue action. This new sensation being added to all that Bill was already doing drove Tim into a weird frenzy beyond all his comprehension. It was a good thing that Mrs. G. was downstairs and clear across the other side of the house, because of the noises that flooded the entire upstairs. As Tim's second climax of the evening took total control ... changing normal human reactions to a level of pure animalistic craze! Tim's metamorphosis turned Bill on, and he lost his entire load between the two sweaty teen bodies so violently affected by combined orgasms. What about Mike? His own hand worked his cock as fast as his tongue worked Tim's rosebud. And knowing that his addition to the equation triggered such a massive dual explosion sent him over the edge in just seconds after the others began shooting the moon. As soon as Mike finished blasting Tim's back (clear to his neck and hair) he fell on top of Tim's drained body, and the three made the most wonderful-feeling hot flesh male sandwich to be known to man ... as far as these three were concerned at least. It took several minutes before any one of them could move a muscle! It was difficult enough for them to breathe properly until their bodies came back to earth from whatever height into space they had traveled during the moments that their orgasms pulled every drop of maleness out of the very depths of all possible sources into the open air ... now fragrant with the smells of boy cum mixed with perspiration and male hormones. When they finally recovered, and were back to normal, Mike figured out that there was no way they could get away with showering ... at least until Tim went home, and the other two got ready for bed. So, he suggested that he and Bill use their tongues to lick Tim clean enough to get dressed again and be able to leave. Not one to argue, Bill said he wanted to clean Tim's back ... since most of that juice was Mike's. Mike felt privileged because he then would get a taste of both Bill's and Tim's fluids as they had been mixed together so well during the earlier sliding and squirming actions. Tim tried to stay standing through the process, but his legs gave way, and he sunk to the floor as he came dangerously near a third release just from the sensuality of the cleaning process. As they all dressed, Mike asked why all of a sudden the names being used were different. Bill explained the previous discussion between him and Tim about how it might affect the club and campus reaction to the trio. Mike figured it might be a good idea, but that he didn't really like it for home usage. Tim added ... "Ya' know, Billy ... I do think we could still use the old names when it's just us! I think it gives me a feeling of being more personal and (giggle) maybe loving, too! Can we, huh? Just when it's only us?" "Aw, shucks, Timmy-babe ... why the heck, not! Mikey-Poo and I ..." "MIKEY-POO??? Where'd that come from, Billy-Willie??" All laughed and hugged, and the transformed Timmy was escorted back down the stairs to the front door as Mrs. G. called out from the kitchen ... "Glad you came, Timmy! You're welcome here any time! Come again!" Billy looked at Mikey, with a huge grin on his face, and whispered ... "Bet the little guy couldn't cum again right now if he tried!" "But, Billy dear ... I bet I could. Let's hit the shower and head to bed. Maybe we'll get some sleep for tomorrow's rigorous day at school ... that is after I tire you out completely, Dude!" Early morning light flooded the bedroom even before the alarm clock buzzed the boys awake. It hit Billy's eyes, and brought him to consciousness sooner than he really wanted it to ... after all, it was almost an hour early! He woke up so fast, however, that he knew he couldn't get any more sleep before that darned alarm went off, so he slipped out of bed and decided to look over some more of the literature Timmy had brought over last night ... or at least printed off while they were reading it on-line. He was really interested in the one called "The GLSEN Jump-Start Guide", and its table of contents page ... WELCOME! Welcome to The GLSEN Jump-Start Guide! GLSEN's student organizing team has created this resource to support new and established Gay-Straight Alliances (GSAs) and similar groups that are working to make schools safer and more inclusive for all students. We've been hearing from many organizers that they need concrete ideas for building, shaping and activating their groups, and that's what this guide is all about. It takes you through the process of establishing your student club, identifying your mission and goals, assessing your school's climate, and engaging in projects and activities throughout the year. It also offers resources for further exploration. This guide consists of eight self-contained sections; all are designed to help you jump-start—or bring fresh and creative energy to—your student club. Topics include: • Building and Activating Your GSA • Tips and Tools for Organizing an Action Campaign • Strategies for Training Teachers • Understanding Direct-Action Organizing • Examining Power, Privilege and Oppression • Creating Youth-Adult Partnerships • Making Your Student Club Trans- Inclusive • Evaluation, Continuation, Celebration! (Directly taken from the actual guide available on-line as a free download;) He was so engrossed in his reading that he didn't notice Mikey getting up and coming over behind him to look over his shoulder to see what had his attention ... "Hey Billy Boy... what's that you're reading?" (Jumping from surprise...) "Shit! Oh ... you're up! Didn't see ya! Anyway, this is so cool! We gotta show this to Mr. Jacobs today, and see if he has any ideas about a faculty sponsor yet." "Uh ... Billy? Does it say just how open we gotta be about our interests to get it rolling? Do we really have to come out and say we're gay first? Or can we just sort'a say that because we happen to know kids who struggle with it on this campus, that we think it's a pretty good thing to get going ... uh, to help understand people nowadays ... something like that?" "Mikey ... you getting cold feet all of a sudden? From what I read already, honesty and openness is the key to understanding and acceptance ... even tolerance!" "But Billy ... Somehow I don't think it's an instant thing! Damn ... know what we're gonna get just from the football team guys? They're all good guys and stuff, and they stick together all-for-one, and so far they include us in that too ...even with all Frank's goofy teasing shit. But ... if we tell `em we're actually like what Frank says ... we could get wiped out! Cold feet ... dunno ... scared shitless, maybe!" "Look, Mikey ... I never said it would be easy or quick. But what if we don't? Think of poor Timmy, and maybe a lot more guys like him that we haven't even met yet! Those `supposed' good guys went after Joey just because of stupid gossip. Are we willing to let more dudes get tromped and possibly killed... just to keep from doing something that can really make a difference? If you wanna back out, that's up to you, Man ... but for me, I ain't!" "God, Billy ... I didn't ask for a guilt trip! I know how important this can be ... alright...IS! All I wondered was if we had to announce to the world that ... that ...ah shit, we're gay, and proud to be different ... and desire to be accepted as equals! That's a lot to expect from fellow students, when we couldn't even come out and tell Mom before!" "But the truth of the matter is that Mom knows now, and she accepts us as we are. That's the whole point! Honesty worked with her ... and I believe it will with our school mates! Maybe not at first, but in the long run! Who knows ... we might even find out who actually beat Joey to death, and see some real justice done! And no ... I'm not being too fuckin' idealistic here. I might even get a few bruises and fat lips along the way. But I have to do this. I just have to!" "Well then ... save the other hospital bed in your room for me, Dude! Somehow I think Mom's health insurance rates are gonna go up soon! Like I promised earlier ... I'm still with ya all the way! I wonder if the insurance covers a Psychologist too!" The two share a hug and a kiss, get dressed, and head for the breakfast table. Mrs. G. tells them that Timmy called, and would like to join them when they meet with Mr. Jacobs today ... because he spent most of the night looking over the step-by-step stuff, and could help inform Mr. J. of the best route to take if he was still serious about making things happen. She added that since things seemed to be headed beyond the realm of the boys' bedrooms only, that she would simply ask that whatever caution possible be taken. She also offered her complete support as the boys walked this new path, and mentioned that she would inform Larry in Toronto of the movement ... in case he might have some suggestions after beginning his new experiences in Canada. "After all", she added, "He'd be so proud of you both wanting to do this in memory of Joey!" With that being said, the two guys left for campus, Billy encouraging Mikey by again calling his attention to Mom's unexpected but very much appreciated reaction. The very moment they arrived on campus, Timmy was waiting at the main entrance for them, and almost accosted them with his excitement... "Hi Mike ... Hi Bill ... Wait till you see what all I got off-line after I got home! I made a whole huge packet for Mr. J. to look over ... at his convenience, of course. I stayed up all night to get it all, and I even read most of it. Ya know it's for guys AND girls, too! Man, I never knew the girls had the same feelings ... like boys do! Wow! And some even like both ways. Guess I've had my head in the sand about all this `cause I didn't wanna even admit I was...you know!" "Easy, Champ! We still have to be careful about how and when we ... well, it's all in that stuff you read, right? Timing ... Truth ... To whom it's told ... stuff like that! At least let's keep it to just Mr. J's office for now, OK?" "And what's just for my office, boys?" "Oh Hi, Mister Jacobs. Mike, Tim and I would like to see you sometime today. We have some literature to give you, and a couple questions, too." "Well ... I have a faculty circle before classes this morning, but that ought to be finished at least 30 minutes before first period ... they do need time to prepare for meeting their kids. So, why don't you head toward my office now, and as soon as I finish that, I'll see what you have, and send you to your first classes by hall pass." "You bet we'll be waiting for you, Mr. J., Thanks!" "You're welcome, Billy!" "Ahem ... Bill, Sir ... it's Bill now, if you don't mind!" "I understand! See you in a few minutes, then...young men!" Just then, Frank walked by, and made one of his sly comments ... "Is the little faggot trio gotta complaint to spill to Mr. J. now? Who slugged you in the guts for bein' queer this time? Poor babies!" "Just be glad it wasn't you, Frankie ... or you might find just how fast my fist can find that mouth of yours! I feel sorry for you, that you have to resort to such childlike comments to keep your popularity!" "OOOOHHHHHHhhhhh, ... is little baby Billy gonna slug poor Frankie's face, now? Maybe I need a face mask to protect me, huh?" "Bill ... drop it! He isn't worth the trouble you'd get into by knockin' him on his ass!" "You're right, Tim! I don't need to crawl down to his level! I still think he's covering up for something he wants to keep hidden! I just hope the team doesn't listen to him without thinking! Oh well ... at least it's just words!" "Yeah, Bill ... just words ... right! Like the words I hear all the time, and go home to cry them off! I'm so damn sick of those words! Fag ...Queer ... Fem ... and then there's the others like Geek ... Bookworm ... Shrimp ... Walkin' Woodie! If it wasn't for meeting you two, and starting to form this club, I already told you that I'da given up all hope by now! God, that all pisses me off so bad!" The school custodian, Mr. Chisholm, overheard the comments so rudely and non-discretely spoken by Frankie, and made his way over to the trio while they continued discussing the happening ... "Boys ... I heard Franklin being a jerk. I for one don't appreciate his kind of verbal bullying. It's totally out of place, especially for a student who wants to become a leader in the sports program. Lousy school spirit besides! I think I'm going to assign him some after-school detention scrubbing toilets. The coach will allow me that privilege ... and then have him make up the missed team time as a follow up. You three have a good day ... on me!" "Thanks, Mr. Chisholm ... you're pretty cool!" ... And off to the office they went; Mr. Jacobs made it back to his office in about 15 minutes, and let the boys in. He told his secretary to hold calls and not interrupt while he was busy chatting with the trio ... "Now, Boys ... I'm well aware of the topic we're going to be discussing, as I said earlier ... so what do you have for me today?" "Sir, if you don't know me yet...I'm Tim Woodland, a freshman friend of these two guys. I'm not noticed much around here, so ..." "Hold on, Tim ... I do know who you are. You're one of my very few 4.0 students, and quite a pleasure for my teachers to have in class." (Blushing...) "Really? WOW! Thanks a lot, Mr. J. Anyway, I have a packet of stuff for you to look over when you can. Then you'll see better where we three are coming from." "I thank you for your diligence in gathering all this for me, Tim. I promise I will have it looked over by this coming Monday. Let me tell you all, though, that I have already begun snooping around for materials myself, and I came across the GLSEN web page yesterday ... and am well pleased with what I have already read. I studied the founder's message, and his vision is exceptionally solid and positive. I like that! His main purpose is for a school environment to be one where every student feels safe and respected...free from bullying and harassment, regardless of his or her sexual orientation or gender identity...or even that of their friends, family, or loved ones. Now that's what I wish I had available to me while my son tried to stay in public schools ... and couldn't." "So, Sir ... I take it that you are still wanting for us to proceed like we chatted a few days ago?" "Absolutely, Bill! I'll be behind you every step of the way...but as I said, and you've found out by what you've already read ... it has to be student triggered." "Uh ... Mr. J., any ideas on whom we might contact as far as a faculty person to help as a sponsor?" "Mike ... that's a bit tough to say for sure...because most staff would rather hide their preferences than take an open stand. However, I do have a couple people in mind that just might be approached ... if you agree to allow them to remain silent as to their own personal choices. If you emphasize that the club is for all positions, and simply informational and to help communication ... you might get one or both of these faculty members to cooperate." "And those two might be? ..." "Miss Kay, the drama teacher; she's new this year as a partial replacement for Mr. Freeburg's assignments. And the second person is the wrestling coach, Mr. Howard. He's been here for many years, and close to retirement ... and he's seen just about everything a school can produce. He's dealt with a lot of young men's issues, and he has a lot of heart...even though he seems like a hard-nosed brick wall sometimes." "Uh ... Mr. J.? You saying that these people might be ... like us?" "All I am saying, Bill, is that providing you adopt a `don't ask-don't tell' attitude about them personally, they might be willing to see things brought out into the open for the betterment of student safety and good will. I'm just suggesting to you that you ask them to consider helping ... nothing more. Clear?" (Big grin...) "Yes Sir! Loud and clear! Thanks for the suggestion." "Bill? You gonna tell Mr. J. about Frankie?" "Shhh, Tim. Leave that to Mr. Chisholm for now! Mr. J. has enough to do!" "Alright, young men ... I'll pretend I didn't hear that yet. If Mr. Chisholm happens to inform me, that's another matter. The bell rang for first period 10 minutes ago, so here's your hall passes to class. I'll meet with you again on next Monday, after I read this entire packet. Fair enough?" "Yes Sir! (All three in unison) ... "And thanks a bunch!" The next couple of days were spent trying to get a hold of the new drama teacher and the wrestling coach ... both very difficult to catch in a free time situation; the coach being very busy prepping his team for an early start to the season, and the drama teacher being so new that she used up all her prep time to really get ready for her classes and to become familiar with her students and their abilities. Tim came up with the idea that in order to have an in with Mr. Howard, he would offer to keep stats for the wrestling team because the coach hadn't yet found a `student manager' for the season. Bill and Mike weren't so sure that Tim would be accepted by the team, him being the `geek of the year' award winner, as some guys put it when they passed him in the halls. But Tim was adamant that he no longer cared what they called him ... if this would open a door, he'd do it. Besides, (he said), if it helps me to be accepted more, the kidding might stop! So the other two agreed to let him at least inquire about it. Coach Howard seemed willing to at least give Tim a try-out on the record books, and of course, Tim scored 100% almost instantly as he worked two or three practice sessions. That was the good part! However, what happened on the third day, after practice was over was another story altogether. In the locker room, after the coach announced that Tim was going to keep records all season, even on away meets ... a group of the squad, still wet from showering, gathered around Tim and began pounding him into the floor. Hearing the commotion, the coach came out of his office like a whirlwind ... pulled his team away from the crumpled boy on the floor beneath the circle, and made sure the selected team members knew how displeased he was ... "SIT DOWN RIGHT NOW! WHAT THE HELL'S THE MATTER WITH YOU!" One senior wrestler, the squad captain in fact, answered a bit meekly ... "But Coach ... he's one of those ... those ... uh, he was staring at us in the showers! We at least figured he was ... he's a friend of that younger brother of Joey Matthews. He's gotta be one of them too..." "AND OF COURSE, NONE OF YOU HAVE EVER CHECKED OUT ANOTHER TEAM MEMBER'S MANHOOD DEVELOPMENT BEFORE...BULL SHIT! I KNOW BETTER! I COULD CLAIM THAT EVERY ONE OF YOU WAS A PERVERT!" "But Coach, ..." "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" (Deep breath!) "I have never been so peeved at you guys in my entire time working with you! First of all, no one ever proved that Matthews even had a problem! Then there's the fact that not only have you made a supposition that being family makes labels true to a very incorrect conclusion ... and that a friendship also carries those labels to further ruination of character, but you have injured a guy half your weight and strength for something he probably never committed, or even thought about!. I ought to ban you from the season meets, myself! This borders on criminal! What if someone said that every one of you was queer, just because you got hard-ons while wrestling an opponent on the mats? Tell me that never happens! Again...Bull-shit! I'm turning every one of you guys' names into Mr. Jacobs, and we'll see what he feels is the correct action to take. I'm too mad to decide right now! You guys get dressed and get your butts out'a my sight! Tim ... you come with me to the nurse's office." ***************************************** End of Chapter Three