Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2003 15:04:07 -0500
From: Josh <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sea Change, Pt 3

OK, guys. We're taking a little bit of a different turn in this
chapter. Give me feedback. btomandback@hotmail.com

SUNDAY, CONT.

By the time we cleaned the fish, loaded our gear from the boat to the jeep,
and tidied the boat, I was dead tired. I thanked Daniel's Uncle James and
Aunt Dorothy in a daze. We climbed into the jeep. I yawned so widely, my
eyes watered. It occurred to me that Daniel might also be tired. "You OK to
drive?" I asked as Daniel backed onto the road.

"Yeah, I'm fine," said Daniel, stifling a yawn of his own.

"Do I need to do anything to help you stay awake," I asked with a broad
grin.

"I'm OK," Daniel smiled. "Go ahead and rest."

"I will," I agreed as drove away from the beach house, "but first I have a
question about your cousin David and that look he gave me."

Daniel turned red again, but didn't say anything. He looked a little at a
loss for words.

"Let me guess," I said, "Somehow David knows that you and I might be
sharing more than a humble friendship?"

Daniel nodded, staring straight ahead.

"And the only way I can think that you would tell David about us is if you
and he have messed around before, right?"

Daniel turned to look at me with mild surprise. "Maybe you ought to write
detective stories."

"So tell me about it." I commanded.

Daniel shrugged. "I stayed with them at their beach house a couple of times
this summer. David and I had to share a bed." He shrugged again, watching
the road, "I woke up one morning with morning wood and David sleeping all
over me. He was hard too. Well, one thing lead to another and we jerked
each other off."

"That's all?"

"Well, that morning," said Daniel, flushing again.

"And?"

Another shrug, "We've sucked each other off, but mainly we just lay in bed
talking and stroking each other."

"You must have done a remarkable amount of talking while you jerked
off. How did he know about us."

"Well, this summer we talked about girl friends, and one night we even
talked about boys we thought were good looking. He brought up your name
first. You made quite an impression on him in the scouts. Said you helped
him a lot and treated him well for a tenderfoot. He likes you. Anyway, I
told him I liked you a lot too."

He negotiated through some traffic, then continued, "Friday when I left my
Uncle James' house, David followed me out to the car. He stayed right on my
heels, asking what all we were going to do. When I got into the jeep, he
leaned in and asked, 'Do you and Sean, mess around together?'"

"David didn't even give me a chance to answer," Daniel complained. "I guess
my face gave it away. Before I could say anything, he just said, 'cool' and
walked away."

I thought it over. "Do you think he'll say anything to anybody?"

"David? Naw. He's cool."

That relaxed me enough to yawn again. "I think I will take a nap," I
declared as put my duffel between the seats. I explored whether it was
possible to avoid impaling myself on the gear shift while laying down on my
duffel and putting my head in Daniel's lap. It was and I did. I found the
softest place to lay my head was on his well-cushioned package.

Daniel combed his fingers through my hair. I ummmed, satisfied, and fell
asleep. Part way home, I woke at a stop. I had grown a little stiff in that
position and tried turning on my other side. That put my face into Daniel's
crotch. I nuzzled him as his hand returned to my hair, and fell asleep
again.

WEEK 2 OF SCHOOL

That first week after we were back was pretty busy, with school, football
practices, long conversations on the phone with Daniel (and a couple with
Rachael), homework, and too little sleep. I was surprised a couple of times
to find Daniel's cousin, David at the house when coming home from football
practice. He was ostensibly visiting my brother, Colin, and his constant
companion, James--about scouting stuff. Each time though, as soon as I
walked in the door I picked up an instant shadow.

David really was a cute kid. I was a little embarrassed, but flattered by
his friendliness. Colin lost no time in teasing me about my "fan club."
After David left the second time, Colin poked me in the ribs, "David told
me he was jealous of me because he always wished he had a big brother. I
think you're nominated." He poked my ribs a second time, "It's that
interception you made. You're a star, Sean. Hey," he said thoughtfully,
"maybe I could sell your autographs."

I started to cuff him and he dodged away.

What's really funny is that at my house David picked up a shadow of his
own, my little sister, Laurie. She was only eight, but evidently sweet on
David. She would follow him following me. We had our own little parade. But
that was only a minor diversion. There were a lot of things going on.

Those first couple of days at school that week, Stefan seemed almost
embarrassed around me. He never asked how the fishing trip went or even
talked much about our game. I made a point of slinging an arm over his
shoulder a few times, and palling around with him between classes even when
Daniel was around too. Stefan began to loosen up.

Aaron tried a couple of times to get me to his house or to meet him in the
johns. He was horny, even though he claimed he banged Barbara over the
weekend.

Thursday night, my family and I went to watch Colin's team play. Daniel
joined us even though Colin was about the only kid he knew who was
playing. Colin was starting quarterback. Unfortunately, he played a lot,
lot better than the rest of his team and they lost the game.

Daniel and I hung around afterward (my family went on home) to take Colin
out for a malt after he cleaned up and dressed. I wanted to cheer him up
and honestly congratulate him for an excellent game. He needed it. He came
dragging out of the locker room looking really dejected.

At the DQ, I was specific and enthusiastic in my praise for Colin's play. I
ran through several of his plays, critiquing each. I was sure to let him
know that I spotted a couple of shakey hand offs and a lousy pass so that
he believed my excitement for his outstanding run on a quarterback sneak
that almost broke for a touchdown, for several great passes he threw, and
for overall great play calling--even if his backs couldn't run. Daniel
helped helped me, adding his own compliments and encouragements. By the
time we were done, Colin was definitely feeling better.

Daniel drove us home, dropping us off in the drive. As we walked up to the
door, I reached up and gave Colin's shoulder a squeeze. "You really did
well, Colin. You played an excellent game."

He put a hand up on my shoulder and smiled up at me gratefully. "Thanks,
Sean." He squeezed my shoulder back.


Friday night was our second and final preseason game. It was an away game,
out of district and almost a two hour drive. The school was an old rival
from a time when there had been fewer schools in South Texas.

Again, I played in the entire second half. It was like I hit my groove. I
played so well, I surprised myself.

Besides getting two more interceptions, I made a couple of rather
outstanding, touchdown-saving tackles. Coach congratulated me in front of
everyone as we were showing up, and loudly told me I would be starting the
next game. That earned me several back and butt slaps.

Aaron came looking for me as we got ready to load out and dragged me out to
the bus. He lead the way to the back of the bus where some team gear was
stored. Aaron cleared a space on one side of the seat that ran across the
back of the bus, moving the equipment that was there forward. I realized
what he was up to. His rearranging cleared a spot for us in the far back
corner of the buss. In the process, he made sure the seats immediately in
front of us, on both sides, were full with equipment.

Aaron made it as private as he could. Younger guys normally sat in the back
anyway, so I didn't think it would look that funny. I had been, however,
hoping to sit up and bask in the replay talk that was bound to go on as we
headed back. But after declining his invitations all week, I didn't want
Aaron to feel rebuffed. Especially since I had enjoyed our earlier "get
togethers."

Besides, Daniel had said he didn't care if I messed around with Aaron. It
was always just sex with Aaron.

As the rest of the guys started climbing on board, Aaron surprised me by
waving Stefan back to join us. We slid over which pushed me against the
side and scrunched Aaron in the middle. He seemed happy. "Good," I thought,
"if anything happens, Stefan's on the other side of Aaron so it won't be
like messing with Stef."

We talked a little about the game, but as soon as we were on the highway
and it was dark back in our seat, I felt Aaron's hand begin to slide up and
down my thigh. It was hard to tell, but it looked like he was doing the
same to Stefan's leg. In the seats farther up, some of the guys were
talking, some were falling asleep. No one was looking at us. I put my hand
on Aaron's thigh. The back of my hand brushed the back of Stefan's hand,
doing the same thing on Aaron's other leg. There was a little electricity
in the contact.

Aaron undid his pants and pushed them and his underwear down to his
knees. His big cock sprung up, a darker shape in the dark. I saw Stefan's
hand move to take hold of it. Again, I looked around nervously. Things were
quieting down up front. Everybody was facing forward. I undid my pants and
lowered them. Aaron's firm grip was instantly on my hard cock. He began
stroking me as my hand moved up his leg to rub Aaron's balls and inner
thighs and Stefan stroked his cock.

I wondered if Stefan would try pulling his pants down since he would be
partly visible up the aisle if we passed any lights. But the bus was
quiet. No one was even glancing back. Stefan lowered his pants. Aaron began
stroking Stef's cock. He had one of our cocks in each hand.

Aaron's grip felt good. I leaned back in the breeze coming in from the
windows, dropped my hand back to Aaron's leg, and enjoyed the sensation of
his hand jerking the skin of my cock (and balls with it) up and down. Aaron
leaned over to say quietly into my ear, "Let me know when your going to
cum." I looked at him quizzically. He leaned in again, "We can't just cum
all over ourselves. I'll swallow yours. You swallow mine."

I nodded. Then Aaron leaned over to Stefan and I assumed, told him the same
thing. Stefan said something back and Aaron slid off the seat and onto the
floor in front of us. I assumed Stefan must have said he was about ready to
cum. As Aaron knelt and turned to face us (his feet under the seat in
front), Stef slid over next to me. His hand went to my cock. I jumped a
little. His hand felt good, familiar, stimulating.

The seat back in front of us now completely hid Aaron and all but Stefan's
and my faces. It still seemed risky. But the risk added to the excitement.

Aaron lowered his head onto Stefan's cock. Stef melted into the seat beside
me, the sides of our bare legs and butts pressed together.

Stef was too far gone to remember to stroke me. Aaron moved a hand to
replace Stef's and took over. I ran a hand up Aaron's forearm and without
thinking about it much, used my other to continue rubbing inside Stefan's
leg and up to his balls.

Before long, Stefan arched up out of the seat. Both his hands went to
Aaron's head as he fucked up into Aaron's mouth. I could barely hear
Stefan's groans over the bus noises as he came. He relaxed, jerking a
little as Aaron licked his sensitive cock head clean.

I guess since he was already down there, Aaron thought he would go ahead
and finish me off. He moved his mouth over to me, licking my crown before
swallowing me in one great gulp. It was great. Aaron was becoming an
accomplished cock sucker. His warm, wet mouth and tongue began doing
caressing twists up and down my cock as a hand played with my balls.

Stefan was still sitting with his pants down. My hand on the inside of his
leg grabbed his thigh as excellent sensations came up from my cock. I felt
Stef half turn and slide a hand up under my shirt. He began rubbing my
chest and pinching my nipples. Aaron was bobbing faster. Things were
definitely stirring down in my balls.

My eyes were closed, the breeze blowing over my face and through my hair. I
felt really hard as Aaron's lips drew rings up my cock. I was so hard, I
was throbbing. Aaron's hand moved under my balls to between my legs where
he rubbed me, and triggered the rise of my climax.

Like Stefan before me, my hands went to Aaron's head and I began fucking
his face, forcing my cock down his throat. Aaron never missed a beat, his
nose hitting my pubes with each thrust. Stefan pinched my right nipple hard
and that did it; I came into Aaron's throat, over and over.

As I relaxed, I opened my eyes in the breeze to find Aaron smiling up to
me. We carefully traded places. I didn't bother pulling up my pants. I
enjoyed the fresh air drying my cock.

Aaron leaned back. I ran my hands up inside his legs and began licking the
crown of his cock. Stefan surprised me by sliding to the floor beside
me. Soon I felt his hands sliding up my sides and back under my
shirt. While I lowered my mouth over Aaron's cock, Stefan's hands began
caressing my butt. I wondered what he had in mind. That soon became clear
as Stefan pulled my butt around toward him.

If Stefan was thinking what I thought he was thinking, I thought about what
Daniel had said that it would be hard for him if I had sex with Stefan and
thought about asking Stefan to stop. But the thought was a passing one as
his hands and mouth did wonders at my back end. I found myself more
concerned with where Stefan would get lube.

The rationalization passed through my mind that I hadn't actually promised
Daniel not to screw with Stefan. The thought faded as Stefan began
spreading something cool and damp into my butt. Evidently, he had some kind
of lube. I just hoped it wasn't heat balm.

A last rationalization came passing through between sensations; it really
didn't seem possible to turn Stef down gracefully. It would be easier to
say nothing to Daniel.

Concentrating on Aaron with my mouth and hands helped me pass the momentary
discomfort of Stef entering me. Aaron leaned forward and pulled up my
shirt. His hands began to rub my bare back. From the way he leaned, I knew
he was watching intently as Stefan began to fuck my ass.

Stef must have been saving himself for a while. Despite having just cum, he
was plowing hard and fast in no time.

Meanwhile, Aaron's balls were drawing up as his body yielded to my
attentions. He leaned back and ran his fingers in my hair. I sucked and
twisted up and down his cock as he had done me, my tongue working the
shaft. His legs tensed. His hands clutched my hair. Aaron began squirting
his cum down my throat.

Stefan slowed a little and reached under me to milk my cock back to
hardness. It didn't take much. I was already worked up over Aaron's thick
cock in my mouth and his fresh smell, and Stefan's cock always seemed to
stimulate my butt. I continued to suck and lick Aaron clean.

Stef was pumping faster again while he stayed bent to keep stroking me. He
obviously wanted to bring me with him. But about the time I was finally
hard and hot, I felt his cum pumping into me and heard his moans close to
my ear. He slowed and stopped.

While he was still in me, and still had a hand on my cock, he reached for
whatever lube it was he used and smoothed a healthy dose over my cock. Then
I could tell he was spreading it into his own ass. My head was still in
Aaron's lap. He was stroking my hair and rubbing my shoulders. I could have
stayed that way and been happy with Stefan slowly jerking me off.

But he pulled out and began to turn around. We had to coordinate our turn
and it took a little doing, but soon Stefan's smooth, hard ass was backing
up to my cock. I found his hole mostly by feeling for it with the head of
my cock. I found it and pushed into his tight butt. I kept bent over
Stefan, keeping my head below the seat back.

With my arms wrapped around Stef, I began humping into him. Aaron leaned
forward and began rubbing my butt. I hoped he was just enjoying the
show. "I sure hope he's not getting ideas," I thought. But he was. I felt
him squeezing down into the small space left between my butt and the
wall. His big cock was hard and rubbing up and down my butt.

Looking around desperately, I spotted a blue and white tube on the seat. It
must have been KY that Stef used. I grabbed it and passed it back to
Aaron. I just hoped he kept his head down and I wondered if we were about
to pump Stef out into the aisle.

Stefan's asshole was grabbing my cock hard and milking me on each stroke. A
little begrudgingly, I admitted to myself that Stefan's hard body under me
felt awfully damn good, and remarkably comfortable and natural. My buddy
was in my arms and I was buried in him. Then Aaron's cock entered my butt.

As he slid in, he stretched me out all the way in, pressuring my prostate
and pushing me deeply into Stef. The bus passed on to a concrete portion of
the highway. The vibrations as the tires bounced over each rubber joint in
the road came up through the floor and our legs. The sound of the tires
came up through the windows. The faint vibrations and clacking noise worked
to quicken our pace. Fortunately, Aaron let me do most of the fucking;
forward into Stefan's tight, warm butt and back onto Aaron's thick long
pole. It was pleasure moving in and pleasure moving back.

My pace began to come close to that of the tires on the road joints. My
belly felt good on Stef's hard lower back. Aaron's hands were sliding up
and down my sides and legs. Then he reached up and grabbed my shoulders,
pulling himself up into me. He began cuming and was groaning way too
loudly. But I was much too close myself to care. My teeth bit gently into
the back of Stefan's shirt as I shot out a big load in an orgasm made
intense by the big cock inside me and Stef's tight butt around my cock.

We all slowed and rested on each other as each of us softened and caught
our breath. Aaron pulled up his pants and returned to sit against the
wall. I followed. Then Stef. Once we were all back, seated and looking
almost natural, I turned to thank Stef and in the dark, kiss his neck. Then
I turned to told Aaron, "Thank you," giving his leg a squeeze. We laid our
heads back on each other and rested.

However, instead of the warm afterglow of sex, I had sudden, unexpected
pangs of guilt. I thought, "There's no way I can tell Daniel about this."


Saturday morning, Daniel and I took our first bike ride. He showed up in
those black lycra bicycling shorts and a bright yellow bike jersey. His
bike shoes had the effect of working his butt and legs as he walked. His
cock was out to the side, outlined explicitly by the lycra. Damn he looked
good, front and back.  His bike was sleek, clean, and light. I had borrowed
my dad's old three speed and was wearing cut-offs and a tank top.

The morning had that first bit of coolness that signals Fall. But this was
still South Texas and humid.

It was work, keeping up with him. Daniel assured me that a proper bike
would make that easier. In the meantime, he led the way most of the time,
letting me draft. I enjoyed riding behind him. I liked watching Daniel's
butt, thighs, and calves working.

Unfortunately, mine were working too and the briefs I wore under the
cutoffs began chaffing after a while. And too, my butt was still a little
sore from the previous night's double pounding.

Remembering that, I became a little bummed. I had decided it would be a
very bad idea to tell Daniel I had been banged by both Stefan and
Aaron. Nevertheless, it didn't sit right with me. I didn't like keeping any
secret from Daniel.

I wanted to confess to Daniel that I had sex with Stefan, and explain that
I was sorry. But I was afraid he would be mad, or worse. I was feeling like
a major slut.

The more time I spent with Daniel and the more we talked, the more I came
to deeply appreciate him as a friend and an absolutely unique
person. Daniel was bright. We shared a ton of interests. We really liked
being together. And yeah, he was really, really good looking. My love for
Daniel was growing deep. But the more I loved him and the nicer he was to
me, the more the bus ride prodded my conscience.

Daniel and I had ridden miles out of town when I pulled up alongside
him. "My bottom is beginning to get a little sore from this bike seat. Is
there some place around here we can stop?"

Daniel smiled at me and directed us up onto a levee. "We're almost to a
place I had in mind," he said. "We can stop and I can kiss it and make it
all well." He flashed me a grin.

That "kissing" actually sounded pretty good to my butt. I was beginning to
ride standing up off the saddle. After about a quarter mile the levee
entered a wooded area. We got off our bikes and walked them down the
embankment and into the woods. There was a clearing a short way in. "I
found this one time," Daniel said, "when I stopped for a stretch and a
piss. I felt like exploring a little and..." he trailed off, sweeping his
hands around the clearing.

We laid the bikes down and stepped together. Our mouths met and our arms
went around each other. We were both damp with sweat and getting wetter
without the wind from cycling to dry us. It was morning sweat and the smell
was good. His hands found my butt and grabbed me by the cheeks to pull me
to him. The affect was also to pull my cheeks apart and stretch the sore
skin. I broke the kiss to tell him, "You have no idea how good that feels."

As our lips met again, I felt his hands undo my pants. The cutoffs fell to
the ground. His hands slid under the back of my briefs and massaged my ass
more directly. I could also feel his crotch better, rubbing against
mine. Only my briefs and his thin lycra remained between us.

I ran my hands up under his jersey, feeling the hard muscles of his smooth
back. I pulled his jersey off, and then my own tank top as his hands
continued to rub my butt soothingly and his cock ground against mine. We
pressed our damp chests and bellies together.

My hands grasped the waistband of his shorts and I peeled them down. I
squatted, leaving the loving feel of his hands on my butt long enough to
pull his shorts off over his shoes. He was naked now, except for the shoes;
and I joined him, taking my briefs off over my own shoes. I looked
doubtfully at the dry grass and sticker burrs. "How are we going to do
this?" I asked.

Daniel smiled and turned his back to me. Backing up, he began grinding his
butt into my cock. "You remember how I told you that I thought of a hundred
ways we could make love?"

"Uh huh," I said leaning forward to kiss the back of his neck. I slid my
cock up and down his crack. "You think we can do this standing up?"

"I wondered," Daniel answered. "Let's try." He pulled away to step over to
his bike and pull something out of his bike bag. It was a tube of KY.

He stepped back to me, butt first. "No," I said. I'm the one with a sore
ass. You promised to kiss it and make it all better, remember?" I know it
sounded crazy after the fucking I took the night before, but my butt was
really sore and the thought of Daniel's body pressing into it was strangly
attractive.

Daniel laughed as I turned around. There was a big hackberry tree close
by. I stepped up to it. Leaning forward, I placed my hands on the trunk and
spread my feet a little, pushing my butt out behind me.

"Damn," Daniel said from behind as I felt him rest one hand on a butt cheek
while his other dropped the KY to the ground and reached under me to cup my
balls. "If this doesn't work, I'm going to die trying. You should see what
I'm seeing. You have one hell of a fine butt, Sean. With it all spread out
and pointed back at me like this like this; why even where you're red from
the bike saddle, you look...hot."

He stepped closer. His cock pressed up against my crack and he began
running it up and down. "That feels soooo good," I said.

"Wait," Daniel said as he dropped to a knee behind me. "I haven't kissed it
yet."

True to his word, I felt his mouth and tongue kiss and lick where he saw
that I was sore. His hands gently massaged my balls and cock. It was
soothing and stimulating at the same time. His tongue explored on down
between my legs. I just hoped my butt hole didn't look too raw.

I spread my feet farther and Daniel licked the back of my balls. Then he
grabbed the KY. Putting some on his hand, he began spreading it between my
cheeks and over my soreness. He then worked some into my hole. One finger
worked it in and brushed my prostate. I groaned.

His hand left and moments later, both his hands grabbed my hipbones as he
moved the head of his cock forward. "Pull your feet together a little," he
instructed. I did. It raised my butt hole to just the right height. He
didn't hesitate. His head pushed in.

He worked in slowly, but the angle was really good. As his cock filled me,
it pressed all the right places. My own cock was hard and heavy, straight
out in front of me. I left one hand on the tree and began to lightly stroke
myself with the other. I liked this position.

Daniel made it all the way in. He ground even deeper and I ground back
against him. We savored the pleasures of our mating.

He began to move in and out. As he did so, his hands explored my flanks,
back and shoulders. As his hips rocked into me, I let them push me forward,
fucking my own hand.

Eventually, his hands settled on my hips, where he used them to hold me
each time he thrust forward. His strokes were long, cock-length, but
gaining in momentum. His thrusting was stimulating the hell out of my
ass. I kept my hand loose on my cock. And still it was coming; my orgasm
began to build. His cock was squeezing it out of me, thrust by thrust.

"I can't take it much longer," I warned. "I'm going to cum."

"Oh yeah, Sean. Me too. You feel so damn fucking fine. I love your back,"
he said rubbing my back as he thrust in and out. "It's strong, tan, and wet
with sweat. And your fine ass. And dammmmn, Sean," he gasped, "It's like
your butt is sucking my cock, man. Oh, Oh, Oh it's coming," he warned and
began pumping frantically.

That pumping hit all the right buttons and my own semen flew out at the
tree. As I was finishing, I felt him shooting hard inside me.

We slowed. Sweat was dripping from us. He stayed in me while his hands
rubbed my butt and thighs. I felt him bend and kiss my neck. His arms came
around me. I put both hands on the tree and pushed my butt back, willing
our bodies to stay together.

And we did for some time. Finally, Daniel slid out, and I stood
upright. His arms were still around my waist and he nuzzled behind my
ear. "I've been waiting all week for this."

"Yeah, it was a damn long week," I commented, feeling like a heel and a
liar because of the night before. "But I may need another week before my
butt can take another ride. By the time we get back, I won't be able to sit
for that long."

"What? Didn't this help?"

"Sure," I answered, turning in his arms to face him. My arms went around
him as well. "You need to write this up for bicyclists everywhere; a sure
cure for sore bike butt."

Daniel laughed. "It's called 'saddle sore,' and it's worse with a good hard
seat like I have." (This was as gel seats were just coming out.) "You need
shorts like mine. They have pads in them. And we just need to toughen up
your butt a little."

"I don't think I'd look as good in those shorts as you do," I said, smiling
into his eyes. "You're going to get raped in those things."

"You'll look better. Hey, why don't you try them on?"

I was a little taller than Daniel, and a little meatier, but lycra
stretches I thought. "Have anything I can wipe with first?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do. I always carry a couple of paper towels in case I need to take
a dump or need them for something." He retrieved them from his bike bag.

I wiped well and handed them to him, "You can have them back now."

He laughed, sniffed at them, and said, "I might just keep them," but then
tossed them aside. (It was before we were all so concerned about the
ecology.)

Meanwhile, I was trying out his shorts. The thought that Daniel had just
been wearing them; his cock was where mine was now and his balls were where
mine were now, and the feel of the material were all giving me another
erection, up across my belly. The lycra showed it off clearly.

"Yep," Daniel said, eyeing it, "you definitely look better in those than I
do." He walked around me, looking at me from all sides. Then he stepped up
to me, pressing his naked body to me and kissed me hard. Holding me, he
said, "When we get back, I want you to keep these. I'll get another pair."

"Thanks!" I said sincerely, but then could not resist asking, "Do I have to
stay hard all the time."

"Absolutely, or you have to strip them off on the spot and hand them back."

I hugged him, laughing. "If we just stay like this, I won't ever have to
give them back."

"If we stay like this," he said, "I'm going to want them off again anyway."

We kissed again, and I ground into him. "Think we can both fit in here?" I
asked.

"If you hug me hard enough."

I hugged him hard and he hugged me back. We kissed, then embraced some
more.

We were really sweating now and reached for our water bottles. We emptied
them. "Ready to head back?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," I answered reluctantly, and pulled off his
shorts. Daniel wanted me to keep wearing them, and the thought of him
wearing my briefs was somehow exciting, but I decided we needed to switch
back.

We stopped at a convenience store on the way back and bought sodas and more
water. Out front we sat on a bench and talked for a while. We had also
talked the entire time we were bicycling. I decided I liked cycling. It was
social as well as fun exercise and a great way to be outside. We talked
about bikes. I had some savings and as I had mentioned, I actually had been
looking at bikes. Dan promised to help me shop.

The rest of the way home, we planned out how to get me outfitted. Since our
campus was an open one, we thought we could get some looking accomplished
during lunches the coming week. By the time we arrived back at my house, my
butt felt like hamburger. I really would have liked Daniel to stay and care
for my butt some more, but that would definitely have my parents
wondering. Instead, after I soaked in a hot tub for a while, I decided to
beg Colin to apply some ointment for me.

He was lying on his bed in our room. I was standing in just my towel. "Get
mom to do it," he told me without looking up from a book he was reading.

"You've got to be kidding," I said.

"Dad may be around. Get him to do it."

I repeated exactly, "You've got to be kidding."

"Oh all right," he said with dramatic resignation as he closed his book and
sat up. I went to my bed, dropped the towel and lay down on my belly,
spreading my legs to give him access.

Colin walked to the foot of my bed, surveying my damaged bottom. "Well I
don't have to ask where you need the ointment, but do you really expect me
to touch you there?"

I groaned, "Please, Colin. I am so sore. You're my brother. I'd do it for
you."

"Yeah, right."

"No kidding. My heart would go out to my poor little brother in need. I
wouldn't be able to bear seeing you suffer," I said sweetly.

"David wants an older brother. Maybe I ought to go call him to come over,"
Colin suggested.

In a commanding voice, I said "Please, fuckin rub my butt!"

"You're going to really owe me for this," Colin said, dipping his hand into
the ointment jar.

Even though he's my brother and even though he kept complaining mightily
about having to "grease" my ass, he did a good job. By the time he was
done, my butt felt much better; I was also rock hard. I stayed on my
belly. I told him I was letting it "sink in." As Colin walked by to go wash
off his hands, his bulge looked bulgier than normal. Funny, it pleased me
that my butt might even have an effect on my own brother.

Later that afternoon, I called Aaron, acting like I just wanted to talk
about the game. He of course wanted to talk about the bus ride. That was
the real reason I called. I knew Aaron and his big mouth. Casually, I asked
him not to say anything to anybody, especially Daniel.

"Why," he laughed. "Do you think he would be jealous or something."

"Not the way you're thinking, Aaron. But he and Stefan are a little jealous
of each other as my friends. We're working through all that and it would
really mess things up if you said anything."

With laughs and guffaws, Aaron finally agreed to keep quiet.

Next, I called Stefan. Again I pretended to want to talk about the
game. Stef didn't even mention the bus ride. I had to bring it up. But
before I could ask him to keep quiet about it, Stefan suggested, "I don't
think you ought to say anything to Daniel about what happened on the bus,
Sean. He might not appreciate it. And you ought to warn Aaron to keep his
big mouth shut."

Relief flooded over me. And gratitude. Stef still was a good friend.

WEEK 3

The Sunday morning sports page had a regular article where each local coach
named his player of the week. Coach had given my name. I was popular at my
parent's church that morning. A lot of the men gave me backslaps and
congratulations. That afternoon, a couple of teammates stopped by to
visit. But I found myself getting really excited, not about football, but
bicycling.

It turned out Dad was almost as excited about my buying a bike as I was. I
guess he was a closet cyclist. He arranged to meet Daniel and I at the
local bike store at lunch on Monday. We told Stefan what I intended to do
and he wanted to come too. All of us wound up meeting Tuesday and Wednesday
as well before finally settling on a bike and all the fixins. Dad really
wanted me to get a good bike and chipped in some to help.

Stefan found a bike he liked too, but needed to save a little more before
he could buy it.

The only problem with all the excitement was how I felt each time I was
with Daniel. I hated feeling like I was keeping something from him. It felt
like cheating.

Wednesday, we bought a bike and my excitement won out over all my other
feelings. I was so anxious to take it out for a ride that Wednesday night
after football practice, Daniel and I went for a short ride. I wore the
shorts he gave me and had to sneak my hard cock out the door holding a bike
bag over it. Daniel and I rode around town. The bike was a Raliegh, with
dark blue paint and great components. The tires were thinner than, than...a
tight butt crack. It was an absolute joy to ride. I even made Daniel work
to keep up with me.

We finally stopped for a rest in the dark at the little league park. No one
was around, so we enjoyed some private moments and a sweaty 69 in a dug
out.

Thursday night, Daniel had something with his family and my family all went
to see Colin's football game across town. Even though we had a short
football practice, I had a ton of homework and decided to stay home.

Back then, we rarely locked our doors when home. Kids and adults were
always coming and going. So when David came by, the door was open.

I was lying on my back in my bed, in just running shorts and a T-shirt,
reading. When David came through the door saying, "HI," I virtually
levitated off the bed in surprised.

"Ha," David said in triumph, "I scared you." He was standing in the doorway
in shorts, T-Shirt, and sandals. His dark tan set off the bright gold of
his delicate arm and leg hairs. I noticed again that he was a cute kid.

"No David, you didn't scare me. I jump like that for exercise. It's a new
kind of push up. It's what I do for exercise at night."

For a moment, David gave me a blank look. Then he smiled and raised an
eyebrow, "Really? At night, huh?" He walked toward my bed. "Where is
everybody?"

"At Colin's football game. I stayed home to study."

"Oh, I didn't know Colin had a game," David said.

I raised my eyebrow and smiled, "Really?"

He ignored me and looked at my book. "Math," he said with mock
dread. "Yuk."

"I like it," I told him. "Smart people do," I teased.

I buried my head back into my book. The next thing I knew, David had
planted a knee on either side of me and was sitting down exactly so that my
package was under his. I felt his press into mine as he leaned forward and
his eyes appeared over the top of my book. "You ticklish?" he asked. Then I
felt his hands begin poking into my ribs.

I am ticklish. Always have been. The book went flying as I grabbed at
David's surprising strong and quick forearms.

It's one of those weird things. Tickle me in the ribs and I grow all weak
and helpless. Colin has used that knowledge to great advantage in the
past. Even though David was a full head shorter and about seventy percent
of my size I was in trouble. I began bucking and twisting as my hands
chased after David's. All the rubbing and bouncing started to make me
hard. "Oh, shit," I thought.

David's body was the size of a girl's. His skin was smooth, his hips
rounded, and he had the full butt of a twelve year old. Yet he had the bone
and muscle of a boy; a strong boy.

Twisting and heaving, I tried to wrestle him off me. Somehow we wound up
with me on top, still between his legs which were now lock around me. My
hands were pinning his wrists to the bed and our crotches were pressed
together even more firmly.

While pinning one wrist, I tried to tickle David with my free hand. He was
quick though and reached my ribs as fast as I reached his. I managed to pin
that wrist again and tried the other. Same results. We were both laughing
and breathing hard.

As we twisted and struggled, there was no hiding my erection. Fortunately,
I thought felt him getting hard too. That is, the little kid had something
big and bony down there.

We struggled a little more. Before I realized what was happening, the
laughter died away and I found my cock hard pressed to David's as I was
leaning over him to keep my upper body weight on his wrists. I looked down
into his light gray eyes staring seriously back up into mine. His face was
lovely; a boy's face with full lips and incredibly smooth skin. I wondered
if he had ever been kissed.

I lowered my face slowly toward his, waiting for a reaction. He merely held
my gaze until our lips met. I closed my eyes and kissed him with a warm,
gentle passion. He kissed back. My tongue pressed into his mouth and I took
my hands off his wrists, sliding them under his shoulders. His arms wrapped
around my neck.

I remember thinking, "This kid's acting downright gay. Can you be gay at
twelve?" I found myself hoping so; his smaller body moving under mine
excited me beyond any caution. I ran a hand up his side under his T-shirt,
pushing it up. Pulling off the kiss, I looked at him questioningly. He
pulled me back down, almost roughly, and our mouths met again; this time in
full heat.

He began pulling my shirt up. We stayed locked at the hips as I rose up to
pull off my shirt and then his. We embraced again, the soft, smooth skin of
his chest cool against mine. David was a natural kisser. I think he would
have been happy doing that all night. But my cock was hungry, as were my
eyes; I wanted to see David naked.

Still kissing, I reached between us to undo his shorts. He released me as I
rose up to pull his shorts and briefs down his legs and off, taking the
sandals with them. As I stood up, I looked him over.

David was beautiful. His dark tan contrasted dramatically with the skin
left white by his speedos. He had absolutely no pubic hair. But judging by
the size of his equipment, it had to be only days before he would get
them. His cock and balls were flushed a deep red and looked huge on his
body. I wondered if he would grow into them as he would grow into his hips,
or if his privates would continue to grow as he did. If so, he was going to
be remarkable. But then I thought, he already is.

As my eyes drank in his lightly muscled and smooth chest, his heaving boy
belly, his red cock and balls and hairlessness, his muscular little legs
and well proportioned feet, I kicked off my own pants, and began stroking
my own cock over him.

David had been "eating me up" with his eyes. Now they locked onto my
cock. Stroking, I walked around to where his head lay on my pillow. He
moved closer, his eyes still glued to my dick. I rubbed my cock over his
face and lips. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath with his
nostrils. He opened his eyes again and reached up with both hands,
exploring my intimate parts.

His tongue joined the exploration. I jumped as it traveled over my
crown. To have such a beautiful face licking my cock made me terribly hot,
but still my eyes were drawn down his body, where his thick little cock
(little only compared to my older, more mature one) lay scarlet against the
vulnerable whiteness of his flat belly. His little hip bones stood out,
emphasizing his slimness. His already large and loose ball sack hung
between his legs.

I crawled onto the bed, my cock and balls dangling over David's face as I
buried my own face in his privates. His boy smell brought back memories of
my own smell at his age. Back then I used to love rubbing my hand hard
between my legs and then bring it up to rub under my nose where the scent
could linger. David smelled as good or better.

As he continued to play with my cock and balls with his hands and tongue, I
began licking down his shaft and over his balls. I took his whole scrotum
into my mouth and sucked on it. Holding it, I ran my hand back and forth
over his perineum and then brought it to my nose. My cock jumped in David's
hands.

I took his full cock into my mouth and reveled in the feel as my nose
nuzzled his soft ballsack. My hands explored the soft skin of his thighs
and squeezed the hard muscles beneath. He tasted just a little of boy urine
and salty skin. His egg shaped balls were clearly outlined by the loose
skin of his ballsack.

I pulled up his legs and my eyes glimpsed his pink butt hole. David was
still just playing with my cock and balls, which felt great, but left me
free to want to see the rest of him. Climbing off the bed, I rolled him
over.

David's deeply tanned back was all bone and muscle. It stretched up
gracefully from his bright white bottom. The speedos left an incredibly
sharp tan line. His bubble butt invited a cock to lay there. David's long,
thin muscled legs lay slightly spread, all tan and gold on my white
sheets. I knelt between them.

My hands moved lightly up the back of his thighs, then kneaded his butt
cheeks, so firm under his absolutely hairless, soft skin. While I caressed
his butt, I bent to lick and kiss up his spine. He squirmed. I laid my cock
down into his butt crack and lowered my body onto his, kissing the back of
his neck and side of his face. I humped my cock up and back a couple of
times.

Then I lifted myself and rolled him over. He lifted his legs as he rolled
and laid them back down on either side of me spreading them wide out to the
side. His cock and balls lay open to me. I lowered myself again, this time
my cock lying alongside his, our bodies pressed together. I put my elbows
on either side of his neck and wrapped my arms over the top of his head.

David looked so serious for a twelve year old kid, sort of sad, hungry, and
vunerable all at once. His expression made me finally a little concerned
about what we were doing. "You have messed around some with Daniel?" I
asked.

"Nothing like this," he said, sounding a little overwhelmed.

"Did you want to stop?" I asked.

He threw his legs and arms around me and almost shouted, "No. Please. I
like what we're doing. I always wondered what it would be like."

"Is it like you imagined?" I asked, smiling down at him.

"Oh better," he said, rubbing his pelvis up into mine.

"What else have you imagined?"

He looked hesitant.

"It's OK to say David. I've probably done anything you could imagine." I
was grinding my cock back into him. We continued a gentle, rhythmic grind
as we talked. His legs felt good around me.

He looked up at me uncertainly. "I've wondered about corn holing."

"Butt fucking?" I asked. "I love it."

He smiled, "Can we try?"

"Sure," I kissed him. "Which to you want to try first? Fucker or fuckee."

"Sean," his eyebrows knitted, "you've got a big cock. Do you think it would
even fit?"

I had wondered too, but damn, I wanted to try. "Haven't you ever had a turd
come out that thick."

"Maybe he said, uncertainly."

"We'll take it real slow," I assured him, "and we can stop any time, OK?"

He nodded.

Without changing position, I reached over and opened the drawer of my night
stand. Feeling around, I found the tube of lotion and extracted it. Smiling
at David reassuringly, I kissed him again as I squeezed lotion from the
bottle onto my right hand over his head. Then I rocked up onto my knees and
lifted his right leg with my left hand. His butt rocked up, bringing the
other leg with it.

Gently, I smoothed lotion into his butt crack. I eased a finger in, "Just
relax. Don't fight it. If it feels a little tight, just push back like
you're taking a dump." My finger slid all the way in to the knuckle. His
face tensed, then relaxed. I really do believe it is easier for younger
guys to take that first intrusion up the ass than it is for older. I let my
finger sit in there. As he was now holding up his legs on his own, I used
my other hand to gently rub his cock and balls.

Slowly, I moved my finger around, turning it upward in search of his
prostate. "Oh, that's starting to feel good," he said.

My cock was still rock hard. Still leaving my finger in his ass, I used my
other hand to one-handedly squeeze out more lotion. I applied it liberally
to my dick and then scooted forward.

Pulling out my finger, I placed my dick head at his hole, helping him hold
up his legs with my left hand. His face tensed expectantly as he felt me
against him. "Just relax," I said. "The first part is the hardest and we'll
take it real slow. After that, it will get a lot better."

I put weight behind my cock. The crown began pushing in. The pressure of
his tight sphincter on my sensitive cock head made going slow a
pleasure. It popped in. David's body tensed. His face screwed up. His hands
clutched at the sheets.

"Just relax," I told him. "You got the thickest part in. Now we'll just
rest a second."

I looked down to where the head of my cock was buried in his white, little
ass; just under his deep red balls and cock.

His asshole spasmed once, twice. Then he began relaxing his butt, though he
still clutched the sheets and his face showed his discomfort. I began a
long, slow process of entering him a little bit at a time. Taking my right
hand from guiding my cock, I began caressing and stroking David's balls and
cock soothingly.

It took awhile, but I made it all the way in, my pubic hairs tickling the
underside of his balls and my balls pressed firmly against the bottom of
his smaller body. When he finally was able to relax, I leaned forward to
kiss him. His arms wrapped around me. I began slowly to move in and
out. His butt was so tight; I need to start slow myself.

Once we got going, he loosened a little and began to show signs that he
enjoy what we were doing. I wrapped my arms under him. His hugged my
neck. I was surprised to find out how much the smallness of his body under
me excited me. We hugged tight as I began to pump faster.

His smaller size also fired my imagination; I wanted to do new things. I
hugged David firmly and pulled him up, rocking back onto my knees. His legs
wrapped around me again and we rocked; David up and down, and myself in and
out.

I felt adventurous. Even though he had the body density of a strong boy,
his size made him easy to handle. The tightness of his butt hole kept us
firmly joined. I maneuvered us off the bed and soon was standing, legs
spread and bent as David rode up and down me and laid back almost
horizontally in my extended arms, his legs clamped over my hips.

We moved around the room as we fucked. It was fun, but not the most
satisfying. I lowered him to the edge of the bed and fucked him while
kneeling on the floor. He laid back and my hands explored his belly, chest,
legs, shoulders, cock, and balls.

I was using long strokes, enjoying the tight feel of his butt ring and
chute as they slid up and down my cock. We moved his legs to my shoulders
and I pulled them to my body as I pumped in and out. David was hard, and
began to stroke himself.

Deep down, I felt an orgasm begin to stir. But I wanted to cum deeper in
him, and I wanted to feel his firm butt push against me as I thrust
in. Carefully, I took his legs from my shoulder and rotated him around my
cock. The feeling was incredible as his hole twisted my cock skin. We
jostled and moved to get him face down.

Now he was bent over the edge of the bed, his knees not quite reaching the
floor. I looked down to where my thick cock was moving in and out of his
firm white ass. It was hot. But I still was not done. I reached for my
pillow and put it half-way down the bed. Then I wrapped my arms under
David's waist and lifted him up, still impaled on me and I stood.

Carefully, I maneuvered us onto the bed, positioned the pillow, and with
one arm under David's waist, I lowered him to the pillow and lowered my
weight onto him with a satisfied sigh. Now I was ready to finish.

Sliding my hands under his chest to tweak his nipples, I began to ride in
and out of that incredible white butt. Each time I thrust down, the
pressure of his tight butt ring traveled down my cock until his butt
pressed firmly into my crotch. And I ground in.

My orgasm came fast and hard. I tried to not pump too desperately, but
still managed to squirt a huge load of cum into David's tight little body,
making little cries as my orgasm climbed in intensity. With the last dying
squirt, I relaxed onto David.

"You OK?" I panted.

"Oh yeah. That was incredible, but I really, really need to cum now. Can I
take my turn?"

"Sure," I said, slowly pulling out my still hard dick. "How do you want to
do it?"

"I want to do it every way we just did," he said with feeling as I climbed
off him, "but can we start like this?"

"Sure," I said handing him the lotion and taking my turn on the
pillow. "But grease me up first. You've got a whopping big cock for a kid
your age."

But he was already ahead of me. I felt his hand sliding up my crack with
the lotion. Then a finger pressed in, suddenly, roughly. The kid was in a
hurry. "Just grease your pole," I told him, "and go for it."

Within seconds, I felt his cock at my entrance. Without grace or
hesitation, he pushed in. As thick as he was, it wasn't bad. I was able to
relax pretty quickly. The first time I squeezed my butt down to milk his
cock, he started saying, "Oh, damn, Oh damn," and, pumping furiously, came
in me.

He pumped a while after the orgasm ended, then collapsed onto me.

"That was fast," I commented and squeezed my butt.

"Sorry," he said huskily. "I was really ready." Then more brightly he said,
"but I can be ready again real soon."

"Can I study my math while you do it?" I asked, semi-seriously, reaching
for my book where it lay against the wall in the corner of the bed.

"No," David said simply, grabbing my book and jumping off me. He went
dashing out of the room.

"Damn it, David," I yelled. The sudden vacuum in my butt almost stunned me,
but I managed to scramble after him. "You're supposed to rest after a
fuck!"

I chased after him all over the house. "Just what I need," I thought, "for
my family to come home and find me chasing a giggling twelve year old, both
of us buck naked."

Doubling back around a corner, I caught David head on. He tried to get
away, but I tackled him to the floor in the living room. He tried to squirm
away, but I grabbed his semi-hard cock firmly in one hand and wrapped an
arm hard around his waist.

He dropped the book, laughing. Wrapping both arms around his waist, I
carried him back to my room. I dropped him on the bed. He started to spring
up, but I dropped onto him. We struggled until we were face to face,
laughing and breathing hard, our bodies pressed together. Neither one of us
was hard, but we both stopped laughing at exactly the same time. We looked
at each other and kissed, his arms and legs again wrapping around me and my
arms sliding under to embrace him.

"Sean, I think I can get hard again," he said, and I felt his cock begin to
stiffen between us.

"I don't know David. I have no idea when my family will be coming home."

He pouted. "Can we do this again sometime?"

"Sure," I tussled his hair.

"Soon?" he rubbed up into me.

"Not tonight," I grinned, "But anytime we get the opportunity, let's do
it." I said that last with sincere enthusiasm.

I gave him a final kiss and hug and got up to begin dressing. David sat up
on his elbows and watched appreciatively. When I was finally dressed, I
threw him his clothes, "You cannot stay naked in my bed."

He frowned, and started dressing. I came up behind him and helped him tuck
himself back into his shorts and fastened them for him. Then I turned him
and kissed him deeply, my hands on his butt. "Anytime," I promised. Then I
remembered Daniel, and had a pang of regret.

The next day, each time I saw Daniel, I felt bad. The more I thought about
keeping things from him, the guiltier I felt. I played poorly that
night. My game was just good enough to not get bumped from my starting
position, but my mind was far from the game.

I found Daniel in the stands. He waved. I waved back. Damn, I loved him. I
wanted to love him right.


Daniel and I took a long ride on Saturday. The pants he had given me made a
huge difference. He had bought a new pair by then as well. We rode to a
lake about eighteen miles from home.

The entire time, even as we chatted, I had a bottomless ache in my gut. I
couldn't live with myself hiding secrets from Daniel. The guilt was
terrible. I also worried that somebody would say something and he would
find out about the bus ride, or that I'd screwed David. I wrestled with
telling him everything and hoping he would forgive me.

Though I smiled and tried to think of other things as we rode and talked,
inside, I was full of dread.

At the lake, we found an isolated picnic table way back away from the water
and in the shade of some trees. We laid down our bikes and Daniel stepped
up to kiss and embrace. My heart was pounding as I kissed back, but it was
not pounding with passion.

Breaking the kiss, I took Daniel's hand and lead him to the picnic
table. There I sat down on the table, my feet on the bench and patted the
table beside me, indicating for Daniel to sit down. He looked at me, a
little puzzled, but took the seat.

"I need to talk to you," I explained, looking at him, then away.

"Something serious?" he asked with concern in his voice.

"Yeah. I think you'll think so."

He took my hand and held it in both of his. I still could not face
him. "Well," I began, and told him the basics of what happened on the bus
ride. By the time I was done, he was no longer holding my hand, or looking
at me.

Finally he said, "So, as I understand it, mainly because you didn't want to
hurt Stefan's feelings, you," and here, Daniel's voice grew really
sarcastic, "made love with him?"

"It was hardly making love," I protested quietly.

"And you didn't want to hurt Aarons feelings either?"

I was quiet. I knew what was coming.

"What about my feelings? I told you I didn't care about Aaron, but damn it,
Sean, you fucking asshole. I told you it would be hard for me if you made
love to Stefan. No, shut up," he said as I started to open my mouth. "You
say it wasn't making love but I bet it was for Stefan."

He fumed another moment, then, "And it doesn't sound like you even thought
about me, or what I had told you. Get your dick hard and you'll fuck
anything, you fucked up, ball-brained, dick head."

I let him rant. He had every right. When he finally quieted, I took a deep
breath, "That's not all of it," I said. I could feel him glare at me. "You
know your cousin, David?"

Daniel made a gasping, protesting sound. I told him about Thursday
night. When I finished, he quietly got up and walked away. I just sat on
the table and sweated in the shade of the trees, regretting that I had
betrayed Daniel's feelings.

I looked up to see Daniel striding quickly toward me, his fists clenched
and his face blazing with anger. I stood up, prepared to take whatever he
wanted to do. He stopped, his face inches from mine. Through clenched teeth
he said, "I want really, really badly to put my fist right through your
face."

"I might feel better if you did," I said contritely.

He stared at me. His look softened. Daniel put a hand firmly on either side
of my face. Holding my head and looking into my eyes he said, "You did hurt
my feelings and I am angry, Sean." He sighed, "But I have never loved
anyone in my life like I love you." He pulled my face to him and kissed me
so hard I thought he would bust our lips.

When he finished the kiss, he pulled his face back, still holding mine and
looked again into my eyes, "And I have to be honest, too, Sean. I like that
you care about friends, and hell," he looked intently into my eyes, "I'm a
guy too. I don't know that I would have done anything differently. I know
what it's like when your dick gets hard." He released my face and embraced
me, pinning my arms to my sides. "I love you soooo much," he said quietly
into my ear.

All my dread, all my guilt, all my worry drained away. I was so
grateful. In his ear, I said, "I would not have told you if I didn't love
you so much, Daniel. I was really afraid I would lose you, but I couldn't
stand keeping these things from you. I'll never have sex with those guys
again. I'd rather lose every other friend I have than lose you."

He continued to squeeze me. "I don't want you to do that," he said, and
kissed my neck. His hands dropped to cradle my butt and he ground a little
into me. "Tell me again about what you and David did," he said, then stuck
his tongue into my ear.

WEEK 4

I was alone with Daniel at lunch on Monday when he said he had something
interesting to tell me. "Uncle James called last night," he said. "You and
I are invited to spend next weekend with them at the beach." Daniel leaned
back, looked up at the ceiling and smiled. "Now I wonder who gave him the
idea to invite us."

"Naw," I said in mild disbelief.

"Yeah, seriously," Daniel looked back at me, "Wanna go? Could get a little
interesting if David gets us to himself."

"You and I could find it interesting, even if he doesn't," I
said. "Sure. Sounds good to me."


Thursday night, David dropped by our house again, but my Mom was home. She
explained that Colin was at a game. David really did look disappointed, but
I knew it was not because Colin was at his game, but because my Mom wasn't.

I walked him out. When we got outside, David acted like he'd like to do
some "messing around" right there; leaning into me, rubbing his butt across
me. It was still light out and there was no easy place to do anything. It
was easy to put him off.

We headed for his bike. "So you and Daniel are coming to the beach house
this weekend?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm really looking forward to it." I said honestly.

"Me too," David said emphatically. "I'm the one who told my Dad to ask you
guys."

"Thank you," I said, trying to act surprised and grateful.

Then David leaned toward me confidentially, "I fucked Ryan last night."

"Your brother?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah. He fucked me too. He really liked it." Then David turned his face up
to me and said earnestly, "But it wasn't nearly as good as with you, Sean."

I was still a little blown away. "Your brother? Have you and Ryan messed
around before?"

"Yeah, I taught him how to jack off and we've done that together a few
times. Last night, I asked if he wanted to learn something new, and he
did." David smiled, preparing to mount his bike, then put his foot back
down as he thought of something. "Haven't you and Colin ever messed
around?"

"No," I answered, "Never really thought about it." I didn't want to say
that I thought Colin was straight because of what it would imply about
David and I, so I just said, "I don't think Colin would get into messing
around with guys."

David shrugged as he got onto his bike. "That's not what it sounds like in
scouts." He smiled back at me and rode off.


Yeah, there will probably be a part four. As usual, emails are
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