Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. It contains descriptions of sex between teenage boys and between adult men. If you are offended by this type of material, or if you are forbidden by law to read it, please exit the story now. E-mail comments are gratefully accepted at brew_drinker23@yahoo.com.


Chapter 9

(Tim's Perspective)

"Did you know all that stuff about sex," Kyle asked after we had gone to my room.

"No. Did you?"

"No. What did you think," he asked.

"I don't know. What did you think?" I had been excited all during the talk, and I wanted to try some of the stuff they had told us about. But I wanted to make sure Kyle was cool with it before I said anything.

"It sounded pretty neat to me. Would you do that? Or let me do it to you," he asked.

"What are you talking about," I asked.

"You know. The finger stuff."

"I guess," I said.

"Yeah, me, too. He said they had some lube in their bedroom. Want me to get it?"

"Yeah. I guess."

Kyle went to Kevin and Rick's room and came back with a tube of something in a minute or two. He flipped it open and squirted a little on his finger. He put it to his nose, but he didn't react to the smell. Then he rubbed it around on his fingers a little, but he really didn't react to that, either.

"Let me see," I said. I did the same thing. It didn't smell at all, and it was super slippery on my fingers.

Kyle put the tube down and came over to me. He started kissing me and rubbing against me, and that felt really good.

"Let's take our clothes off," he said, and we did.

Kyle sat down on the bed, and I stood in front of him. My erection was really hard, but my foreskin was still covering part of the head.

"Can I touch it," he asked.

I nodded, and Kyle gently took it between his finger and thumb. He pushed the skin back and forth a few times.

"That is so cool, man," he said.

"Don't do it too much, okay," I asked.

"Why not?"

"You're going to make me shoot if you keep doing that," I said.

He grinned at me and pulled me by the hand into bed with him.

We kissed some more in bed, and then Kyle got the lube and put some on his finger. He rubbed my butt hole, and that felt wonderful.

"Can I put it in," he asked.

"Okay," I said. I was a little scared, but I wanted to see what it felt like. His finger went in a lot easier than I thought it would, and it really felt good. He moved it around a little inside of me, and he must have found that thing Kevin and Rick had told us about. All of a sudden I got this incredible jolt, and my dick let out a big wad of pre-cum.

"How does it feel," Kyle asked.

"It feels...it feels really good. Don't stop," I said.

Kyle shifted position so he could reach me with his other hand, and in a couple of seconds I shot the biggest load I had ever made. It was really, really powerful, but it was hard to tell where all the good feelings were coming from. When I was finished, I had a big puddle of stuff on my stomach.

"Shit. We forgot to get towels," Kyle said. "I'll get some."

He got up and went to the linen closet in the hall. I watched him walk back, and his hard dick bounced a little. He cleaned me up, and then it was his turn. We liked doing it a lot, and we tried it a few more times that night. I woke up when Kevin and Rick got home, but Kyle was still asleep. I turned off the light and got back into bed.

The next morning we woke up early, or at least early for a Saturday. We took a shower together and played some. We decided to make breakfast for everybody, so we just put our underwear on and went out to the kitchen. Kevin came out naked, and I couldn't help staring at his dick. It was big, really big, but it wasn't hard or anything. He had a foreskin just like me, only his covered everything and even hung down lower than the tip. I hadn't seen either guy naked before, and I sort of wanted to touch it to see if his skin moved back and forth like mine did.

We had everything ready to cook when Rick got home from running. We did most of it in the microwave. I cooked bacon and heated up sausage links and frozen French toast, and Kyle made scrambled eggs. The guys really seemed impressed, but they probably thought we were dumbasses because they had to ask us go get plates and silverware. That was supposed to be Kyle's job, but he forgot to do it.

After breakfast everybody went in different directions. Kyle and I went down to his house and got his skateboard, and we skated over to his parents' motel. The parking lot only had a few cars in it near the entrance, and there was a really cool slope down toward the Gulf. We did that until we got tired, and then went back to my house. We shot some hoops for a while.

Sunday was awesome. We got to go out on this huge boat that belonged to their friends Mont and Terry. I had met them before at the Super Bowl party, and they had been nice to me. That day, though, they were super nice, and Mont even showed us how to steer the boat when we were coming home. That did a lot to cheer me up from what had happened just before we left the island.

"Can we go for a walk," I asked.  There was an old fort on that island, and we wanted to find it.

"Sure, just be back by four o'clock," Rick said. He even gave me his watch so we'd know what time it was.

Kyle and I took off down the beach. He started chasing me, and I ran up into the dunes. He caught me, though, and knocked me down onto the sand. We wrestled a little while, but I let him pin me.

"Can I kiss you," he asked. He was already hard, and so was I. I said yes, and we kissed for a long time.

"Do you want to take your suit off," he asked.

"What if somebody sees us," I said.

"Who would? There's nobody else here."

"Okay," I said. We kissed some more, and pretty soon we were rubbing against each other, and then it was over.

"That wasn't as good as last night, was it," he asked. "I mean with the finger and all."

"No, but it was good," I said.

"I know. We should have brought the lube."

"What would you have done with it? Carried it in your Speedo," I asked.

He giggled at what that would have looked like.

"Good point," he said. Then, "Come on."

We got up and realized we had a little goo problem. We scraped most of it off ourselves with our thumbs and slung it into the sand.

"Do you want me to lick the rest of it off you," Kyle asked, grinning like a devil.

"Eeeew, gross," I said, and we both laughed.

We started walking. It felt really neat to be naked outside like we were. Kyle put his arm around my waist, and I did the same to him. Then he reached down and started rubbing my butt. That felt a whole lot better than I ever thought it would.

"That feels good," I said.

"Does it? Do it to me." I did to him what he was doing to me, and it actually felt nice in my hand, too.

Kyle dared me to run down to the water. He called me a pussy when I didn't want to, and then I gave in and did it. He was waiting to tackle me when I made it back to the top of the dune, and we rolled down the dune in the sand. We wrestled around and played and chased one another for a long time.

"What time is it," Kyle asked. I looked at Rick's watch for the first time.

"It's 3:30," I said.

"Shit, we better get back."

We retraced our steps looking for our suits, but we couldn't find them anywhere.

"Do you think somebody found them and stole them," I asked.

We heard Mont or somebody laugh.

"Damn, we're right there," Kyle said.

"What are we going to do," I asked.

"Well, we can't stay here, that's for sure," he said. "We're going to have to go down there."

"Go down and get our clothes," I said. "Bring them back here. That way only one of us has to do it."

"Shit, I didn't bring any clothes, and neither did you, remember? They're in our backpacks on the boat."

"I'm scared," I said. It hadn't gotten any colder, but I started trembling a little.

"Why are you scared," he asked.

"I don't know, but I am. Aren't you?"

"A little," he said. After a few seconds he said, "Okay, I'll do it. Wish me luck."

He walked off toward the other guys. I listened real hard. I could hear them talking, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Then I thought I heard Kyle crying. In a few seconds, Rick and Kyle came running over the dune, and they were both naked. Kyle had a hard-on, and they were both laughing. Tears were rolling down my face, but I wasn't really sobbing. When I saw Kyle, I got hard, too.

"Hi, Tim. What's up," Rick asked.

Kyle giggled, and I laughed, too, when I realized what he was talking about.

"Are you mad at us," I asked. More than anything, I didn't want Rick or Kevin to be mad at me.

"Only if you lost my watch," he said.

"No. Here it is," I said, handing him his watch back. Then I asked, "What do we do now?"

"Let's wait here a few minutes for those things to go down," Rick said.

Kyle reached for his penis.

"No, Kyle," Rick said. "Just let it go down by itself. Let's sit down."

I saw Kyle take a big eyeful of Rick, and I looked at him, too.

"Go ahead and look all you want to," Rick said to both of us. "I know you want to, and, no, it's not weird or strange to be curious about my dick."

We both blushed a little, and Rick laughed. Then he sat down, and Kyle and I followed.

"You must think I'm some kind of little girl, or something," Kyle said.

"Son, I think you both have proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that you're both all boy," Rick said. "Very much so, in fact."

We all laughed.

"Why would he think you're a girl," I asked.

"Because I started crying in front of all of them," he said. The laughter was all gone from his voice.

"Hey, buddy," Rick said. "Knock it off, man. You were embarrassed, that's all. Every other guy there was embarrassed for you. We all wished we could do something to make it not happen, but we couldn't. We know what it's like, dude."

"What happened," I asked. It wasn't at all clear to me why Kyle was hard or why Rick was naked.

"He was telling us what happened, and he got an erection, Tim. It embarrassed him, as it would have me or Kevin, and probably Mont and Ter, too. Everything about the situation was perfectly normal and perfectly natural, guys. Everybody there was saying `Thank God that ain't happening to me,' but we all knew it probably would have under those circumstances."

"I didn't do anything to make it happen," Kyle said, somewhat defensively.

"We know that, Kyle. Nobody thinks you caused it. Everybody gets spontaneous erections. There's no shame in that," Rick said.  "I call those 'free bones.'"

"Do you," Kyle asked Rick.

"Of course," Rick replied. "Not as often as I used to, but I still get them, and so does Kevin. I have wet dreams occasionally, too. Again, not like I used to, but I still have them."

"Why did you get naked," I asked. "Are were you already naked?"

"No, I wasn't already naked. I got naked because I wanted to, that's why," Rick said.

"That made me feel a lot better when you did, Rick," Kyle said.

"Good. I wanted it to, man."

We were quiet for a few minutes.

"It looks like you guys are ready to go back down. You'll have to walk to the boat like that. You didn't bring any other clothes, did you?"

"No. Will you stay naked, too?"

"Sure, Tim. Let's go."

When we stood to leave, Kyle said, "Tim, let's carry him down."

"What?! No way," Rick said.

"We can do it," Kyle said. "You're our hero, Rick. Let us carry you."

While we were getting dressed later on the boat, Kyle said, "Rick is really a great guy, isn't he?"

"The best," I said.

"His dick is nice, too, isn't it?"

I felt a little funny talking about Rick's penis, but he had told us we could look at it. "Yeah. It's like yours," I replied. "It's bigger than I thought it was."

"Yeah, and he's a grower, too."

"Were you going to jerk off back there when Rick said for you to leave it alone," I asked.

"Yeah, so what," he asked.

"I could never do that in front of him or Kevin," I said.

"Why not? They know you do it."

"Yeah, they know I shit, too, but I couldn't do that in front of them, either," I said.

"You're cute, you know that," Kyle said.

"Thanks, so are you." He gave me a quick kiss and we went out on deck.

Terry said Mont wanted us both in the wheelhouse, and I got a little scared. I was afraid he was going to yell at us about what happened. Instead, he asked if we wanted to steer the boat, and Kyle and I both got pretty excited about that. He watched us real close, and it was pretty much fun.


Kyle took me to school the next morning, as usual.

"Can you take the bus home today," he asked. "Rehearsals for the spring play start today, so I'll be pretty late leaving."

"I've got to stay late, too. JV baseball tryouts start today. I'll just walk home, or I'll call Rick."

That afternoon I reported to the JV baseball field right after school. There were a bunch of boys there. I recognized a few of them, including my friend David, but a lot of them looked like they were sophomores.

"Hey," Dave said. "Third base again?"

"Yep. Shortstop?"

"Yep. Damn, I didn't think there'd be this many guys out," he said. "Most of these guys are sophomores, too."

"You guys freshmen," a big ole boy I didn't know asked us.

"Yeah. You," Dave asked.

"No way, dude. I'm a sophomore," the boy said. "Y'all ain't got a snowball's chance in hell of making the team."

"Why not," I asked.

"Coach don't pick more than four freshmen every year, and he's already been talking to two guys. I was on the team last year, but that don't mean I'll make it, either." That boy didn't exactly raise my hopes any.

Coach had us sit down on the first base line three or four guys deep, and he explained what was going to happen. He told us to play our best, and he'd take care of the rest.

He divided us up into groups.  Dave and I were in the same group, and we went off with a senior who was kind of like an assistant-assistant coach. He hit grounders to us, and we had to take turns catching them . I missed a really hot one, and I felt totally stupid.

"That's okay, Murphy," the senior said. "That was hard to handle."

"Get out of my way, piss ant," a big sophomore said to me. It made me a little mad, but I didn't say anything.

We went after grounders long enough for all of us to have a chance at five. I caught three of them with no problem, but I had another one that took a bad bounce. I stopped it, but I didn't catch it. Dave missed three of his five.

"This ain't going very good, is it," Dave asked me.

"We'll see," I said, but I thought the same thing he had said.

Next we did line drives. That senior, Mark, hit good, and he hit hard. I caught my first one, and it just about blistered my hand. I didn't let him see that it hurt, though.

That same sophomore who called me a piss ant called me a douche bag.

"What's your problem, dude. I haven't done anything to you," I said.

"I don't like fags, that's what. You want to do something about it?" He looked mean, and he sure was bigger than me.

"Come on, Tim," Dave said, pulling me back. "He ain't worth a fight. But I would sure like to kick his nuts off."

"I don't know what's up with him," I said.

We heard the sophomore call another boy fag.

"If he don't stop with the gay shit, his head and my baseball bat are going to have to have a little talk," Dave said.

"He's just a prick," I said. "He don't really mean he thinks other guys are gay. Haven't you called guys that?"

Dave had a very serious look on his face. "No, I haven't, and I don't like guys saying that to or about other guys."

At the end of practice, Coach read off a list of names and said he wanted to talk to those boys. Most of them were freshmen, but he didn't call my name or Dave's name. He talked to those boys for a few minutes, and then they walked off the field. I could see disappointment on the faces of most of them.

"Okay, guys. Same time tomorrow," Coach said to the rest of us. "You can use the showers in the gym, if you want to." Then he walked away with the guys who had helped with practice.

"I forgot to bring any clean clothes to put on after a shower," I said. I had been sweating pretty hard, and I knew I was dirty.

"Me, too," Dave said. "Besides, my mom is probably already here. Do you need a ride?"

"Would you mind," I asked. Dave lived on my street, too, a few houses down from Kyle, also on the water side.

"Hell, no."

When we got to the car, it wasn't Dave's mom, but his big brother, Les, who was driving.

"Who's this? Your boyfriend," Les asked when we got into the car.

"Fuck off," Dave said.

"My, my. Aren't we in a sweet mood today," Les said. "Where do you live, kid?"

"His name is Tim, not kid, and he lives in the next block down from us." Dave's voice had a lot of irritation in it.

"Sorry, Tim. I'm Les, not Lez, the way Dave pronounces it." He actually shook my hand, and he smiled when he did it. "And I'm not the prick my little brother thinks I am."

"So why do you always act that way to me," Dave asked.

"Act what way," Les responded as he started the car.

"Always teasing me about having a boyfriend and being gay and all. Huh?"

"If the sh..." Les stopped before finishing, but I knew he was going to say, "If the shoe fits, wear it," and David knew that, too. Dave and I were in the back seat, and he flicked his brother off, but low enough that he couldn't see him do it.

At practice on Tuesday, that big, mean sophomore ragged me some more. I just ignored him, but David got mad when he called him a fag. Again that day Coach called out names of guys who evidently didn't make the team, but, again, mine and David's names weren't on his list.

"How was practice," Rick asked. I had showered up and was just wearing my briefs and a tank top. The three of us were in the den, eating our evening snack.

"It was okay. I wasn't cut again today," I said.

"How many more days of cuts," Kevin asked.

"I don't know."

We ate in silence for a few minutes, then Rick said, "You don't seem very happy, little buddy. Did something happen at practice?"

I told them about the sophomore who was picking on me and Dave, and I told them about what Dave's brother had said the day before.

"Is Dave gay, Tim," Rick asked.

"I don't know. One time a couple of weeks ago he said something about being jealous of Kyle. When I asked him what that was supposed to mean, he just said for me to figure it out."

"Would it bother you if your friend was gay," Kevin asked.

"Why would it bother me," I asked.

"Well, he might have a crush on you, if he is. Could you handle that?"

"You mean because of Kyle," I asked.

"Yeah. That kind of thing happens all the time."

"I don't know, Kevin. I haven't thought about it," I said.

We finished eating, and they switched on the TV.

"Can I take the phone to my room? I want to call Kyle," I said.

"Sure, just bring it back when you're finished," Rick said. "Okay?"


Kyle and I had ridden to school together both days that week, and we had had lunch together, too, but we really hadn't spent any other time together.

"Hey, what's up," I said, after he answered the phone. I had called his cell phone number.

"Me," he said, and giggled.

"Really? Whatcha been doing," I asked.

"Thinking about you."

"For real," I asked.

"Yeah, for real. Don't you ever think about me," he asked.

"Of course I do," I said.

"Do you ever get hard when you think about me?"

"Yeah." I was a little embarrassed by the conversation.

"So why should I be any different when I think about you," he asked. His logic was perfect, so I didn't have anything to say back to him on that point. Besides, I wanted to move on from that topic. Thinking about him being hard for me had made me hard, but I wasn't about to tell him that.

"How did practice go," he said, after a brief pause.

I filled him in on everything, including the stuff about David.

"What are you doing hanging around with him," Kyle asked.

"He's my friend, man. We're trying out for the team together. Rick asked me tonight if he's gay."

"He is," Kyle said.

"How do you know," I asked.

"Rumors, mostly, but I saw him kiss a boy once. Right in his driveway."

"You did?" Suddenly, I didn't know what to say.

"Dave's a cute guy, Tim. It's okay if you like him."

"What do you mean by that," I asked.

"You're my boyfriend, but I don't own you, you know."

"Does that mean you don't care if I do sex with him," I asked.

"The way I figure it, we're both just learning, right? If it was him and me in a room with you, and you chose him over me, that would hurt my feelings a lot. But it wouldn't make me stop liking you."

"I'd never choose him over you, Kyle. Never," I said.

"Good. But if I'm not around, would you do it with him? I wouldn't mind it if you did."

"I don't think I would," I said. "Would you?"

"Probably not. Would you get pissed off if I did?"

"No," I said. I really didn't know if I would get pissed off or not. I hadn't thought about it before. I felt sort of like he expected me to say "no," even if I wasn't sure.

We moved on to other topics of conversation after that. Kyle told me about play practice and that he would have to stay for practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays until the play got closer. Then he'd have to practice more often than that.

I thought about my conversation with Kyle when I went to bed that night, and I thought about David, too. David was a cute guy, and he was well built, too. He was my height, 5'7", and he had sort of reddish-blond hair. I tried to imagine what it would be like to kiss David, and I had a picture in my mind of him naked . Afterwards, as I was cleaning up, I thought about Kyle. I got a mental picture of him watching me and smiling.

David and I joined the rest of the guys on the baseball field the next day after school. Coach seemed surprised to see us. He talked privately with Mark, the senior who had been working us out, and then he called me, David, and another guy from our group over.

"Fellas, I'm really sorry about this. Your names were supposed to be on the cut list yesterday, but Mark forgot to write them down. You guys are not bad, and if you play ball this summer, I'm sure you'll all get better. Give it another shot next year, okay, guys? And thanks for coming out."

Coach walked away and got busy with the rest.

"I knew it was too fucking good to be true," the third guy said.

"At least we weren't embarrassed yesterday by having our names called out in front of everybody," Dave said.

"True," the other boy said. "Well, see y'all around, guys." Then he left.

"Is Les picking you up," I asked David.

"Yeah, but not until five. I'm not waiting around for him. I'm just going to walk home."

"Yeah, me, too. It ain't far," I said.

We walked down a block from the school to the street that ran right along the Gulf. It was all residential right around school, but it was all businesses on the beach road. We passed a fast food place.

"You want to get a snack," Dave asked. "I'll pay, if you don't have money."

"Okay," I said. "But I've got some money."

We ordered burgers, fries, and cokes, and then we took our seats in a booth. The place was empty except for us. I knew that place was packed 24/7 when tourists were in town, but I wondered why they even stayed open the rest of the year.

"Are you disappointed," I asked.

"Yeah. Aren't you," Dave asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not heart broken about it," I said.

"Naw. Me, either. Are you going to play summer ball, like he said," Dave asked.

"I don't know. Are you?"

"Probably not. I'm going to try to get a job. I want to save to buy a car."

"Where would you get a job," I asked.

"Oh, hell, a million places, man. You know that go-cart track near where we live? I talked to the owner, and he said he hires guys our age. I'll be fifteen."

"So will I," I said. "My birthday's in May."

"Mine's in April," he said.


We finished our snack, and we both refilled our soft drinks.

"Can I ask you something," Dave said. He sounded pretty serious.

"Sure. What?"

"Is Kyle Goodson your boyfriend?"

My heart didn't actually stop, but it sure felt like it did. I suddenly got extremely nervous when he asked that.

"Wha, what makes you say that?"

"It's okay if he is, Tim. I'm gay, too."

"You think I'm gay," I asked.

"Aren't you?"

"Do I act gay," I asked. I did not like that conversation AT ALL.

"I don't exactly know what you mean by that, but you don't act like a sissy or anything, if that's what you mean."

I looked at the table for a long time, not really knowing what to say next.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, Tim," Dave said. There was gentleness in his voice.

"No, I do want to talk about it. I just can't figure out how you knew."

"Knew what? That Kyle is your boyfriend, or that you'd even have a boyfriend?"

"Both," I said.

"The first part's easy. You guys have been hanging out together a lot lately. I've thought Kyle was gay for a while now. When I saw you guys together so much, I figured you must be gay, too."

"How'd you know about Kyle," I asked.

"No one thing. It was just a feeling I got. Have you ever heard of gaydar?"

"I've heard of it. Kevin and Rick say they don't have it, but their friend Mont has it big time."

"Who are Kevin and Rick," Dave asked.

"They're the guys I live with," I said.  "They're out next door neighbors." 

"You live with two gay guys," he asked. "Where are your parents?"

"Well, my mom's dead." I had decided a couple of years before to just say that about her rather than go into all the business about her being sick. "And my dad's in the Navy, and he's on a ship because of the war in Afghanistan."

"I can't believe your luck, man. Damn. I've seen both of those guys, but I had no idea they were gay. One of them runs a lot. Which one is that?"

"That's Rick. Kevin's the other one."

"Rick is a real hottie, dude. I wouldn't mind getting after some of that," he said.

"I think they're both pretty hot, but you won't be doing anything with either of them, man. They're married."

"To each other? Really?"

"Well, it's not really legal, but they had a ceremony, and everything. They have a certificate, too. And wedding rings."

"That is so cool, man. Would you let me meet them sometime?"

"Sure," I said.

We left the burger place then and continued to walk home. It was just a few miles to our street. Kyle's car wasn't in his driveway when we passed his house, and I wondered where he was.

"That's Kyle's house," I said.

"Yeah, I know. I've known him for a long time, Tim," he said.

"Are you guys friends," I asked. It was obvious on the phone the night before that Kyle knew David, but he had never really talked about him like he was a friend.

"Not really. The only sport he's ever played is cross country. We shot hoops a few times, but we sort of run in different circles. Besides, I didn't think he'd be friends with somebody my age. He's supposed to be a junior, you know."

"Yeah, I know," I said.

"Do you guys have sex," Dave asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, Tim. You know what I'm talking about. Sucky-sucky, fucky-fucky." He was trying hard not to laugh.

"We don't do any of that, but, yeah, we have sex."

"So what do you do, if you don't suck and fuck?"

"We kiss. We rub against one another. We jerk each other off. We do the finger."

"The finger? What the hell is that?"

I told him about the finger.

"I've seen pictures of that. Isn't it gross?"

"Not at all, and it feels so good, you wouldn't believe it."

"Well, I guess I'll have to wait to find out."

"Have you ever done anything with anybody?"

"Not really. I kissed my cousin one time, though."

"Girl or boy?"

"A boy. He's gay, too. Or bi or something. It surprised the hell out of him, too. It was in the driveway when he was leaving one time. We've never done it again, and we've never even talked about it."

We had been standing in front of Dave's house for our talk. He asked me if I wanted to come in. He said he had to call Les to tell him not to pick him up but that we would have the place to ourselves until his parents got home from work.

I said okay, and we went inside. His house was big and very nice. His room was big, too, and it had a bathroom off of it. I looked through, and I saw another bedroom. Dave went in the bathroom and locked the door into the other bedroom. He also locked his hall door.

"I don't want my brother coming home and surprising us," he said. "Sit on the bed so we can talk."

I sat down, and he sat right next to me. He took my left hand in his and just held it.

"What would you do if I kissed you," he asked.

I figured that's what was going on.

"I'd kiss you back," I said.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Okay," I said.

He put his lips very lightly on mine. I felt my dick start to get hard. I wrapped my arms around him, and I kissed him harder. I started running my tongue over his lips. He didn't open his mouth for me as first, but he did in a few seconds. Our tongues touched, and it felt so good. We kept up the kiss for about a minute.

"Are you hard," I asked.

"Yeah. I'm sor..."

"No. You're supposed to get hard when you kiss. Kyle and I do all the time, and so do Kevin and Rick. That's what's supposed to happen."

"Have you seen Kevin and Rick get hard when they kiss," he asked.

"No, but they told me they do."

"Damn, it must be great to have those guys to talk to about sex and stuff," he said.

"Yeah, it is."

"Are you hard, too, right now?"

"Uhn hunh."

"Tim, er, can I see it?"

Kissing was one thing, but taking my hard dick out was something else again. I looked at him for a long time, not knowing what to do.

"Please," he said.

He looked so cute when he said that that I couldn't resist.

"Show me yours first," I said.

"Okay." He stood up, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled the jeans and his underwear down to his knees. He sat back down on the edge of the bed, and his dick stood straight up. He was circumcised, just like Kyle and Rick. It wasn't as big as Kyle's, but it was pretty. He had a drop of pre-cum on the end of it.

"Wow. Nice," I said.

He smiled awkwardly.

"Your turn," he said, and I did exactly as he had done. "Foreskin, right," he asked.


"Can I touch it?"

I nodded, and he took the head between his thumb and first finger.

"Push down on the skin and see what happens," I said.

Dave did as instructed.

"Wow, that's really cool. I wish mine did that."

I moved his hand away, and then I pulled him up as I stood. I put my arms around him and kissed him. I hugged him to me so that my dick and his were rubbing. I swayed a little bit to cause friction. It was over in about a minute.

"That was incredible, Tim. Thank you," he said.

"You're not a virgin anymore, Dave."

"Really? Oh, wow. Just from doing that?"

"Kevin and Rick told Kyle and me we weren't virgins anymore the first time we did it. They should know."

"Right. For sure. I'll bet my brother's still a virgin. I'm not telling him we did it, though."

"Let's don't tell anybody, okay? Not even Kevin and Rick for right now, and especially not Kyle, okay?"

"Okay. Do you think Kyle would be jealous," he asked.

"He said he wouldn't, but I don't want to rub his face in it, you know? He's still my boyfriend, and I'm still going to keep doing it with him."

"Will you do it again with me," he asked.

"I don't know. Maybe. But I can't be your boyfriend. I'm Kyle's boyfriend, and he's mine."

"Okay," he said.


Kyle was sitting in his car in my driveway when I walked up. I didn't expect him to be there, and I got a little nervous because of what I had done with David.

"Hi," he said, as I walked up. He gave me a wonderful grin, and my nervousness went away.

"Hi. Come on in."

We grabbed each other for a kiss as soon as we shut the door, and we held it for a long time.

"God, I've missed doing that," he said.

"Me, too." We kissed again, and that time we rubbed against one another, feeling our hard dicks through our pants. Kyle started taking my shirt off me, and then he started kissing my chest. He put his mouth over one of my nipples and played with it with his tongue. He had never done that before, and the feeling was almost more than I could stand. I took his shirt off him, and did the same to him. He moaned.

We were still in the den, but I didn't care. I knew it would be a good while before Kevin or Rick came home from work, so we were safe.

Kyle started undoing my pants, and I got to work on his. We had never undressed one another before, but I had thought about doing it a bunch of times. We slipped our shoes off and got on the floor naked. Kyle slid on top of me and kissed me. He started moving like he was fucking or something, and I moved that way too. Kyle was urgent, and he shot his stuff on me in just a couple of minutes. I was slower because of what I had just done with David, so he kept moving on top of me. In about two minutes, we both shot, Kyle for the second time.

We didn't have anything to clean up with, but we were careful not to spill any on the carpet. Kyle rubbed his in on me, and I rubbed mine in on him. We cuddled for a long time on the floor. When I noticed it was getting dark outside, I told him we had to get up. All the stuff was dry by then, so we just put our clothes on.

"How was practice," he asked.

I told him what had happened, and he said that Mark was a dumbfuck for forgetting to write it down.

"I've got to get going, Babe," he said. We had started calling each other Babe, just like Kevin and Rick did. I thought it was neat.

"I know. I'm so glad you came over today. I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too."

We kissed goodbye, and he went home.

I spent Thursday afternoon with Dave while Kyle was at play practice, and Kyle and I got together at my house on Friday afternoon. Rick was running in a marathon Saturday morning in Tallahassee, so the four of us drove over there after they got home from work. We all slept in the same motel room, and I thought we wouldn't be able to do anything that night. I was wrong, though. I was kind of scared doing anything with Kevin and Rick right in the next bed, but we were super quiet. They never knew about it.

We had to get up early the next morning so Rick could get to the race. Kyle got pretty excited being around all those runners. I saw some pretty hot guys, but nobody was any hotter or better looking than my big brothers. After the race started, we went to a little restaurant downtown for breakfast, and then Kevin took us to see the FSU campus. He and Rick had both gone to college there, and he pointed out landmarks, like the library, the student center, and the College of Business.

"I thought this was a university, not a college," I said.

"It is a university, Tim, but a university is divided up into different divisions. Some are called colleges and some are called schools. I don't know the difference, though."

Kyle listened to what Kevin said nodding like he already knew all of that, but I knew he didn't. If he had, he would have answered my question, instead of waiting for Kevin to do it.

We went back to the starting line, which was also the finish line for the race, and we watched Rick cross it. He got a medal and a certificate for finishing the race. He had a little timing chip on his wrist, and he was pleased with his time. Kyle, who actually knew something about running, said his time was awesome.

Rick went to sleep on the way home, and the rest of us were pretty quiet. We got home mid-afternoon, and Kevin and Rick wanted to take a nap.

"We're going to church tonight at six o'clock. You guys need to be ready to leave at a quarter to six."

"Okay," I said.

Kyle and I got our skateboards and skated over to his parents' motel to use them.

"Do you think they're really taking a nap," he asked after we got there.

"That's what they said they were going to do. Why? You think they're having sex?"

"Do you ever hear them," he asked.

"Naw. That would be pretty rude, don't you think? Besides, they'd kick my ass if they caught me."

"They wouldn't touch you, man. They love your ass too much for that."

That made me feel happy. In the two weeks I'd lived with them, I had gotten to love them a lot. It made me feel good to know it seemed to Kyle like they loved me, too.

"They wouldn't hurt me, but they sure would chew my ass out. And probably ground me, too. And I'd deserve it, too."

We rode our skateboards up and down the asphalt of the motel parking lot for a long time. Kyle did it better than I did, and he did some aerial tricks that I couldn't do. Then we went in and got cokes from the machine. We sat by the pool drinking them and relaxing. Suddenly, Kyle stood up and called David's name. I turned toward the road, and he was riding by on a bike. He waved, and Kyle signaled for him to come over to join us.

"Hi, Kyle. Hi, Tim," Dave said.

Kyle lit a cigarette, and Dave asked for one. Kyle extended his pack to Dave, and then Dave handed it to me. What the hell, I thought. I hadn't had one since before my dad had left, so I lit up, too. I was careful not to inhale too deep to keep from coughing. I didn't want to look like a klutz in front of those guys, and I handled the smoke fine.

"What's going on," Dave asked.

"We're just boarding," Kyle said.

"They won't run you away from here," he asked.

"Naw. My parents own it," Kyle said. "Everybody here knows me."

"Wow. Do you work here," Dave asked.

"In the summer I do. I'm the pool boy. My brother works the beach renting chairs and umbrellas and selling stuff."

"Cool. I'm going to get a job this summer," Dave said.

"We can probably put you to work here, or at one of the other places," Kyle said.

"What other places," I asked. He had told me about the motel, but he had never mentioned anything else.

"We have two more motels, and six gift shops on this beach," he said.

"Is this the nicest one," I asked.

"Actually, no. The other two are way nicer. But this one's in walking distance of home. That's why I work here. Of course, now that I have my car, I guess I could work anywhere. But this one's fine."

"Could I work here, too," I asked.

"I don't see why not. If Clay, my brother, stays in Gainesville this summer, like he said he wants to, I could run the beach, and you could be the pool boy."

We didn't talk for a few minutes. Then, out of the blue, Kyle put his hand on Dave's thigh and said, "I know you and Tim have had sex, man, and I'm cool with that. Just don't get better at it than I am."

Dave turned a deathly shade of white, and then his face got as red as Kyle's box of Marlboros. I was sure my own face was probably that color, too.

"You told him," Dave asked me, terror on his face.

"No, he didn't tell me, David," Kyle said. "And truly, man, I'm not upset about it. He and I even talked about you guys doing it, and I told him I wouldn't mind if he did it with you. I meant that then, and I mean it now."

"Phew. You scared me, Kyle. I thought you were fixin' to beat me up or something." David was visibly more relaxed.

"Would you consider doing a three-way," Kyle asked.

Neither Dave nor I said anything. I was trying to picture how that would work, and I got hard thinking about it. Kyle noticed and put his hand on my dick through my shorts.

"I guess this means `yes.'" He squeezed the head of my dick a little. Dave saw him do it, and he blushed again. I loved having his hand on me, and I sort of thrust up into his hand a few times. "Not here, Babe," Kyle said gently.

"That might be pretty awesome," Dave said. "Would we do the same stuff Tim and I did?"

"I don't know. What did you and Tim do," Kyle asked.

"Some of the same stuff we do," I said. "Not all of it, though."

"Then yeah, Dave. Same stuff," Kyle said. "Do you guys want to sleep over at my house tonight?"

"Yeah, I do," I said, "but we have to go to church first."

"I meant to ask you about that. What's up with church on Saturday night," Kyle asked.

"We're Catholic, and you can go either Saturday night or on Sunday. We only have to go one time on the weekend. Are you going to go with us?"

"Sure. I've never been to a Catholic church before. Do you think you can spend the night, Dave?"

"I have to ask, but I'm pretty sure it'll be okay. My parents know your parents, so that won't be a problem," Dave said.

"How long does church last," Kyle asked.

"About an hour, but I'll bet we'll stop someplace to eat afterwards. We ought to be home by 8:30 at the latest."

"Be at my house at 8:30, Dave. No, make it nine o'clock, just to be on the safe side. By the way, my parents aren't home this weekend." He grinned evilly.

We walked home and carried our boards so we could talk.

"Are you really okay with this thing tonight, or did you just say `yes' because I suggested it, Tim?"

"No. I had thought about it before, and I want to do it. You know what else I've been thinking about?"


"Kissing you," I said.

"You kiss me all the time, Tim."

"I know, but I meant down there. On your dick. Would you like it if I did that?"

"Woohoo! You know it, man. I want to do that to you, too, Babe, only I want to do more than that. I want to suck it and make you shoot in my mouth. I want some of you inside me."

"That's what I meant. I want to do that, too, Babe," I said. "Do you want to do that tonight?"

"I want to do it right now. It's only 4:30. We have time, you know."

"Okay," I said. We started jogging home. We only had a couple of blocks to go, and neither of us was very out of breath when we got there.

Nobody was in the den when we got home, and the door to Kevin and Rick's room was still closed. I listened for sound from there, but there wasn't any. We went back to my room and locked the door. It didn't take us long to get started or to finish, the first time. The second time lasted longer. It wasn't as easy to do as it looks like it is in the pictures on the Internet. Kyle's dick wouldn't go all the way in my mouth, but I got more than half of it in. He couldn't take all of mine, either, but it sure felt good.

We heard the big brothers in the den. Then Kevin knocked on my door and told us to get in the shower if we need to. We had taken a shower that morning in Tallahassee, but we were sweaty from playing and from what we had been doing. We hopped in the shower together and were ready for church in just a few minutes.

Kyle was still in my room getting dressed when Rick answered the phone. He handed it to me and mouthed Dave's name.

"I can't spend the night. Shit!"

"Why not," I asked.

"Kyle's dad told my dad they were going out of town for the weekend, so they knew his parents weren't going to be home.

"That sucks," I said. Kyle came into the room just in time to hear me say that, and he stuck his finger into his mouth like he was sucking my dick. I laughed.

"What's funny," Dave asked.

"Nothing. You'd have to see it. Talk to you tomorrow," I said, and hung up.

"He can't make it," I told Kyle. He just shrugged.

We practiced our new oral skills a couple more times that night at my house and twice the next morning before we got out of bed. We figured out that oral, together with the finger, was really awesome, so that's the way we did it. All four of us played putt-putt Sunday afternoon, and we ended the day with a picnic on the beach to watch the sunset. It had gotten colder, so we went home for homework and a little TV before bed.

Dave and I didn't get together on Tuesday afternoon while Kyle was at play practice. I had been thinking about what Kyle and I had started doing over the weekend, and I didn't want to share that with anyone but Kyle. I liked Dave okay, and he had a hot body, no question, but Kyle was my boyfriend.