Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2016 05:37:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: doncornelius69 (at) yahoo (dot) com
Subject: We Will Remember Them part 4

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Summer was awesome when I was a kid. It was still pretty good, but now it
involved work. My grandfather had my father working from the age of ten
doing odd jobs. By 16, he was working construction. I had been given two
extra years of childhood, for which I was grateful, before I was thrust
into the working world by my father who said, "it's time for the boy to
learn about hard work and money."

Honestly, I didn't mind. I mostly mowed yards and some of the vacant lots
where a house hadn't yet been built. Occasionally, I had to clean out a
rental unit and that was about the shittiest part of the job since people
are pretty disgusting when they're being evicted for non payment.

Sure it was hot, but I stayed active, I got a great tan, and I made some
money. Plus, I rarely if ever worked past noon when my father would pick me
up and we'd go have lunch. It was good bonding time, even if he didn't talk
a whole lot. It never bothered me, because I knew he needed a break from
talking all morning and making decisions. Plus, and this is probably the
only really sad thing, he never really knew what to say to me, nor I to
him. We were very different people... I was passionate and emotional at
times while he wasn't. Exuberance wasn't his bag. It's really only recently
that the dam finally broke and we've been able to talk. When I hit him with
the gay thing, he REALLY didn't talk to me much. I always wondered if it
was because the stuff we talked about before was 'man stuff' and now I was
'homo/woman' so I wouldn't understand 'man stuff'. I know it sounds cheesy,
but I really think that's how my father's mind works, or at the time,
worked.

Now, you're probably doing this hatred bit for my dad and you shouldn't. He
was never mean or hateful toward me or my sister. I always knew he loved me
and I never doubted that he cared. We were just different. Would I have
liked the dad who played catch in the yard? Sure. But we really weren't
those people. So, I played and learned from my friends. Plus, the one time
we did try to play catch, he was pretty lousy. Baseball was about as alien
to him as reading over contracts and spreadsheets was to me.

Usually after he fed me, he'd drop me at this community gym in town and I'd
work out for an hour or so. I did full body three times a week and it
changed the exercises daily. It was a program Josh had me on and it was
working well. I was hoping I'd get up to 140 over the summer so I could hit
with a little more force. My thinking was that if this was my last season
playing football, I'd like to go out hard and leave it all on the field.

At this point it was the Wednesday before the Fourth. Spring ball had ended
(we came in second overall) and we were already practicing for Summer. Alan
wasn't playing since he was going camping with Josh and Lane at the end of
July/beginning of August before two a days started for both of them. By
now, I wasn't angry with my mother for not letting me go. There was
something about the two of them that had started to change, like their
friendship had turned really intense in the last few months. They both knew
what they were heading for and they both accepted it with this confidence I
found really awesome. They were going to look out for one another and it
was like they were leaving me behind. I got sad about it, as only a kid
can, since for me they were both my friends and brothers and it was like
suddenly I'd become, really, a child to them. I envied their closeness and
realized I didn't have that with anyone in my grade. Willy and Brent were
my closest friends, but they were like Josh and Alan with each
other. Though I had all these friends, I felt really alone.

I shared all this mother at one point and she just laughed.

"You've always been very independent. Even as a child, you never got bored,
you just found a way to entertain yourself. As you're starting to grow up,
you're realizing that you don't have some of those connections others have
but you don't know why. It's honestly because you're pretty self contained.

Do me a favor and don't begrudge other people for trying, with someone
else, to duplicate what you already have."

She was right, in a way, but she was also very wrong. I was independent but
this wasn't about that. I was looking for a deeper connection with my
friends who, much to my chagrin, had already developed their own with
others. And then, suddenly, it hit me as I was mowing a lawn that
morning... Charlie had been my connection. As it turns out, just when you
think you're over something, life does a 180 and slaps you right in the
face with it's dick.

Despite my state of mind on that Wednesday, June had been a good
month. Alan was sucking dick earnestly but he was really bad it. His
handjobs, at least, were pretty damn good. So were Kami's. The contrast
between them was pretty stark. Alan's hands were already pretty calloused
from lifting without gloves while Kami's were soft and delicate. The
strokes were different as well, with Alan working furiously while Kami was
softer and slower than Alan. It occurred to me the strangeness of my
situation, getting together with two people who had no long term interest
in me sexually. I was having sex with a straight guy and a lesbian. My
first real sexual experiences were with them. My psychiatrist had a field
day with this and assumed I was just a horny 13 year old boy looking to nut
when it was the furthest thing from the truth.

OK, maybe not the furthest, but it wasn't the top line. I was giving as
good or better than I got and I know I showed them something neither had
really understood before, how unbelievably hot it was when you just focused
on what you were doing to your partner. I may have been a sexual neophyte,
but that was something that I went with instinctively. To me, that was so
much hotter than anything they could have done to me.

Daddy and I had lunch at this pizza place and then he took me to the gym. I
worked out for about an hour, trying to sort through my revelation about
Charlie earlier that day, then called mother to pick me up. She told me
that Josh had called and said to come to Alan's when I got home.

"I don't know if I really feel like it," I glumly replied.

She took her hand and applied it to my forehead asking, "Are you coming
down with something? You look a little flushed?"

I smiled back at her, "Nah, I feel fine... well, maybe a little tired from
the gym, but I'm OK. I just don't know if I want to go to Alan's is all."

"Well, why don't you take a shower and a nap and then decide later?"

Usually that would have been enough to get me out the door, but today a nap
sounded nice. About 315, I put some board shorts and walked down the street
to Alan's house. It wasn't a long walk but it gave me some time to
partially break out of the funk I'd been in since earlier, or at least I
thought it did.

Alan's house was a little smaller than ours but laid out about the same,
with a stone veneer. I liked the brick and limestone on our house better,
but Alan's parents had wanted something more traditionally Texas and that's
what my father built them.

I rang the bell and the intercom buzzed on. I didn't even say anything as
the camera showed Alan who it was and he released the mag bolt holding the
door so I could walk in. I figured he was in the kitchen so I went there
first, only to see him on the phone talking to someone. He muted the phone
and told me, "Go on back, Josh is already in the pool."

I walked out and saw Josh swimming laps. While I may not have thought of
him sexually, I did love his body, which was a work of art. I don't know
kind of deal Neil and his mother made with the devil, but he definitely
fulfilled his end of the bargain by giving them a real stud.

I stood there watching him for a second before I finally stripped off my
tshirt and put my phone, keys, and wallet on one of the tables. On his next
lap toward the house end of the pool, I cannonballed him which made him as
mad as a bag of hornets.

As I came up for air, he was on top of me, letting me grab a short, shallow
breath before forcing my skinny ass back under the water. 135 vs what I
guessed at that point was 205 never ends well in a pool.

He finally let me up saying, "You damn homo... ruining my laps!" and
promptly dunked me again.

I came up for breath laughing and said, "Well, you're the one who demanded
my presence and I had to let you know I was here," I finished, smiling.

Josh wrapped me in a hug which always felt good. Ever since our 'tryout',
we hadn't been awkward with one another and it was really nice. I know that
doesn't happen for a lot of people and in hindsight, I chalk it up to him
being a really decent human being who genuinely cared for the people with
whom he was closest. I just always felt like he was family.

"I really needed to talk to you... what took you so long to get here? Did
your Dad have you working longer than normal?"

I just smiled back at him, "Nope. I just needed a nap before I came
over. Something occurred to me today while I was working and I've just been
chewing on it."

"Wanna talk about it? You know I'm here for you, man," he said with a
genuine smile.

I told him, "Yeah, I really do need to talk about it, but I'm not sure I
really have the words yet. Later, I promise."

"You got it, just promise me you won't keep whatever it is all bottled up?"

I feigned shock, "Me? Crawl inside my head and not come out? What are you
talking about?"

He laughed and said, "Seriously... I worry about you more than you
realize. I know how you get and I don't like to see it. Just promise me?"

"I promise. Now, what the hell was so important you had to call my house
six times?"

Josh made his way out of the pool and found a towel on the table where I'd
set my stuff. I just stayed in, watching him dry himself, then sit in a
chair with a deep exhale.

"Lane and I did it last night."

"WHAT? I thought you were going to wait at least a year? What happened?"

Josh smiled as he told me the story, "Well, he spent the night and we were
playing a game in my room. He was curled up next to me and then he started
touching my arm, feeling it, like he has a hundred times before but this
time it was different, sexual. He took my controller and straddled me,
leaning in to give me a kiss that was explosive. I'm always at least
chubbed when he's around and with that kiss I was suddenly rock hard,
painfully so.

"He's always been able to do that to me. Just a touch, anywhere on my body
but last night there was something about it, a look in his eyes that just
screamed want. I've never seen him look like that before and I swear, I
came as the kiss got really intense. I know the feeling of his ass rubbing
against it helped but man, it was so fucking hot.

"He broke the kiss and just smiled at me, like he was looking into me. It
kept me hard and I didn't know what to do. Seriously, it was like the first
time I met him when I just clammed up. There was nothing in my brain, just
this overwhelming feeling of love."

It was obvious, at least to me, that Josh had really fallen for Lane when I
first introduced him. It scared him at first because he'd never felt that
way about anyone. We'd talked about it and pretty well exhausted the
subject when he finally came to the conclusion that Lane was it. Period. No
further discussion was needed or warranted. Some people never find The One
and Josh and Lane found one another in eighth grade. Now, if that doesn't
make you jealous of them I don't know what will.

Josh continued, "We sat there staring at one another for what seemed like
hours. I kept expecting Mrs. Trautman to burst through the door and tell us
breakfast was ready. Lane had this amazing smile on his face, just
beautiful and perfect, and he was so calm, completely in control. It wasn't
hormones or horniness, it was him and he was going to take care of me no
matter what.

"He'd told me before how much he loved me and how I made him feel
safe. This was the first time he made me feel safe. I could accept him
being in control and the knowledge that he was doing it as if it was the
most natural thing in the world, like breathing. And I absolutely loved
it. He was there, with me, and we were perfect. Then he said, "I'm ready"
and just kept looking at me with that smile.

"It took a while before it registered with me and I asked 'Are you sure? I
don't want you to feel like you need to do this. I can wait forever for
you...' and he once again crushed his mouth to mine, but thankfully it
wasn't as intense as before. When he pulled off he said 'Yeah, I'm sure,'
and got up holding my hand. I rose along with him and we stood there
embracing and kissing. I know I've already told you that it makes me crazy
how soft his lips are but last night, it was on a whole new level as we
stripped and just touched one another.

"We've seen each other naked, we've given each other blowjobs (that I knew
well since Lane and I had compared notes on technique), but last night was
different, like seeing each other for the first time. I grabbed his ass and
lifted him up so he could wrap his beautiful legs around my waist. My dick
was hard, hot dogged into his crack and fuck it felt good. I felt like I
could cum and cum and cum and we'd just be here forever.

"At one point when we were kissing, I kinda lost my balance and we ended up
on the bed. We settled into a 69 after casual adjustment and just enjoyed
the feeling of being with one another. After a few minutes he pulled off
and said he was about to blow and, to be honest, I wasn't far from my
second nut of the night, so we pulled off and he came back up to face me
and we kissed some more. I gently rolled him under me and propped myself up
on my arms so I wouldn't crush him."

An exasperated sigh escaped my lips, "I keep telling you, you're not going
to hurt him. You don't hurt me when you roll over me and we're about the
same size."

"Maybe, but you're harder than he is. Lane is so... delicate. Or at least
he's that way to me. I know he's a guy and I know he's not that damn
dfragile, but in my head at the time he always is someone I need be careful
with, as much physically as mentally. I love him, dude, and I can't help
it."

This is the Josh I really dig. This big guy who just overwhelmed many of
the eighth grade football players who lined up against him, who ran a ball
into the end zone with about 300 pounds of kids grabbing on to him, and he
was worried about being gentle with his boyfriend. From day one if Lane
didn't get it, it's because he wasn't looking. Even that first day it was
obvious to me because Josh was protective of people he really liked. It was
easy to spot.... when someone walked up to them, especially another guy
Josh perceived as a threat, he'd step slightly in front of Lane.

It was, quite honestly, one of the those things that just made you love the
guy. I knew what to look for because he'd done it to me a handful of times,
but only with people whom he knew didn't care much for me. I never told him
to stop and I never felt emasculated as a result. I didn't mind getting in
a fight that couldn't be avoided. I didn't mind taking a hit, that's always
going to happen (Please a black eye instead of having to reset my
nose. Again. Because that hurts like a fucker! Is the usual prayer). What I
did mind was getting my narrow ass beat down, and those were the people who
Josh had an eye on. He wasn't there to fight my battles, he knew I could do
that on my own. He was just there to make sure it was a fair fight.

"No, I'm sorry man. I keep giving you shit about it and I shouldn't."

He smiled at me, "Thanks, hermano. Anyway, so I'm on top, kissing him and
grinding my dick into his leg when he says, 'I want this'. So I rolled
over, opened my nightstand and pulled out lube and a condom. I started to
open the condom and he said, 'Let me', which made me go from hard to
granite.

"He slowly slid the condom down my dick, then when it was down as far as it
would go, sat back with this look on his face that I couldn't read. I
looked at him and said, 'Babe, we really don't have to do this right now',
and he smiled back at me while reaching for the lube. He generously applied
it to me and then to himself, squatted over me and began to lower himself
onto me.

"I've had sex with guys and girls. I've never felt anything even remotely
like what I felt with Lane. He started to sweat pretty profusely as he went
slowly down. The tightness and heat of his ass were unbearable and it took
all my willpower not to grab his hips and thrust as I pulled him toward
me. Instead, I ran my hands softly over his legs and his chest, tweaking
his nipples just a bit and watching his face as he grimaced occasionally
from the pain, his eyes shut as if he was feeling every inch and it burned
into his brain better with at least his sight shut off.

"About half way down, he opened his eyes and looked at me, sweat pouring
off his forehead and said,'This hurts so much,' and gives me a weak
smile. I told him to stop and pull off, but he just kept going. It must
have been ten excruciating minutes before he finally had me all in and he
just sat there for a bit, looking at me and smiling while rubbing my chest
and tweaking my nipples. He leaned forward to kiss me and I sat up a bit to
meet him and I could feel him relax as our lips met. He slowly started to
grind a little, then little more and finally let out this deep moan and
pulled back from our kiss.

" 'Oh, this does feel nice. I mean, it hurts but man,' he said as he ground
around a little more, moaning, 'it's really starting to feel good.' I asked
him if he could handle me moving a bit and he nodded yes, so I pushed up
with my legs and used my hands on his hips to readjust him.I moved him just
a little to left as I did and he gasped and shouted,'oh fuck yeah, right
there' and so I started to piston a bit while putting as much pressure
there as I could. It only took a few strokes before his dick, which had
gone soft while he was taking me in, went back to rigid and started to
pulse. At that point, I was in control and I gently started to lengthen my
strokes, moving him around. It didn't take long before he screamed out 'Oh
my God' and he shot all over my chest.

"When he shot, his ass clamped down and took me over the edge. We sat
there, barely moving, just enjoying the orgasm, but my dick never went
soft. He finally tilted his head toward me and we kissed again as I started
to pump his ass. He had loosened up considerably so it was a lot more
comfortable for him and I ended up making him shoot again, but this time
his whole body shook. I'd done that once before to a chick, but never to
guy. It was so awesome and the look he gave me when he finally came down
from his orgasm was so sweet and full of love, like I was the only person
in his world.

"I finally went soft and slipped out of him as he fell into my arms and
cuddled into me, his head on my chest. He let out this long breath and
said,'If I'd known it would be like that I would have done you in the
hallway that first day we met, ' which made me laugh. I leaned down to kiss
his forehead and said, 'I love you,' and he just let out this soft moan and
I felt his body go slack. A few seconds later I heard him snoring softly
and I knew he was out. I laid like that for a few more minutes, saying a
silent prayer of thanks and finally fell asleep myself."

At this point, I don't think it will come as a shock to any of you that I
was rock hard and leaking. Staying in the pool had been a fantastic idea.

"That's it? What happened this morning?"

He smiled, "Well, he woke me up about 7 kissing me and jacking me off with
his hand. I needed to pee, so I got up and took care of that, then came
back to bed to find him with the lube out, but no condom.

"I raised my eyebrow and said, 'No condom this time?' and he replied,
'We've both been tested since we started dating and I trust you. I want to
try it bareback' which boned me up and he cowboy'd me again. It was easier
this morning, but it still took him some work. I can't wait until he's
loose enough for me to be on top. That'll drive him wild, not being in
control," he finished with a broad smile.

I was kind of stumped. I was happy for my friends, but I was nervous for
them, too. Sex changes things and we're basically still kids, even if we
can now have babies and be daddies. I also knew how they felt about and
looked at each other. I saw them laughing together and being so casual with
one another that even a blind man could tell they were very much in
love. It had only been a few months, but both were sexually experienced and
in my head their decision to wait, even for the few months they did, wasn't
just laudable, it was impressive.

It didn't take him long to notice I was looking in his direction but I was
clearly in my own world.

"Hey Rob, get out of your head, will ya? I need you back here, buddy."

I smiled, looking at him, "Sorry, was just thinking about all this. You
sure you're both comfortable with this?"

"Yeah, I know we are. We wanted to wait until we were ready, a year was
just an arbitrary a time. We wanted to wait until we were sure we were in
love, that it wasn't just hormones and attraction. I knew the moment we
shook hands and I think he did as well, but I wanted him to understand it
for himself, you know what I mean?" he asked.

I thought for a second. "So, basically, your decision to wait wasn't really
about you, it was about him?"

"Yeah, it had to be. I was already too far gone and I knew it would break
me pretty bad if he wasn't ready, we did something, he got scared and
ran. I know it sounds completely strange coming from me, but I needed him
to be in control." He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees as if
to get closer to me. "I'm a mess when it comes to Lane. I need him, I
think, far more than he needs me. If he decided to end it, I don't know if
I could handle it. I may only be 14, but I know the difference between
lust, like, and love. And I love him. He had to be the one to decide so I
could completely let go and give myself to him."

He leaned back in his chair. All my thoughts and concerns about him and
Lane had been weirdly justified, but not because of how Josh handles
rejection. For the first time in the almost year I'd known him, I saw him
completely. He was as lost as anyone, but he had one big advantage over
people even two or three times his age... he knew who he was. He knew how
he was. He understood and acknowledged weaknesses and frailty that would
have driven most men mad. This wasn't a hormonally driven teenage kid, this
was a emotionally secure man.

I didn't realize I was staring at him until he said, "Damn, you must think
I'm pretty pathetic."

I quickly responded, "Not at all. Man, this is... a lot to take in, but
it's not because I think you're weak. In fact, you're a lot stronger than I
ever realized and it's kind of intimidating. I feel like such a child and
it dovetails with what I was thinking about earlier today."

"You were thinking about Lane and me earlier today," he asked with a
grin. I popped some water of the edge of the pool toward him, not nearly
high enough to do much more than get his legs wet.

"No, but I don't to get into that right now. It's kind of depressing..."

"Charlie?"he asked, quickly.

"Yeah, but not for why you think. Look, I'm this messed up kid who is
having sex with a lesbian and a straight guy. I have no idea what I want,
other than to explore and hope like hell something I like will come
along. You're talking about yourself in a way that shows me you're so much
further along than I am that I feel like I'll never catch up."

He laughed, "That WAS me, too... See, you're a lot more like me than you
realize and I have a really good feeling when you get in the same position,
you're going to make the same decision. I know you. You have a far better
head and heart than you give yourself credit for."

"Damn, man, thanks for that," I said, tearing up a bit. "You have no idea
how much I needed that today."

About that time Alan joined us.

"My mom wanted to know if you guys want to stay for dinner," he asked as he
got into the pool and swam over to where I was. When he got close, he
reached out and ruffled my hair, then dunked me. I came up quick and got a
good shot in his face.

I laughed, "Depends on what she's making."

He smiled back at me, wiping water out of his eyes, "Burgers I think. I
already told her you were staying so if you don't, you better go tell her
now."

Josh piped up, "Lane's going to be here in a bit. Come on and stay!"

Alan smiled at me, "Oh, he's gonna. He wants to hear Lane's side of last
night, I bet."

Blushing I replied, "Yeah, I'm going to stay but not because of that."

Josh asked, "So, you want to tell us what had you worked up earlier today?"

I hesitated for a while. This is the reason I'm writing of this day, not
because of Josh and Lane sealing the deal on their relationship. This day
ended up carrying far more meaning to me than I realized at the time. To be
truthful, it's kind of an event for me now, one of those stepping stones on
my still ongoing path to adulthood. This was the day I stopped being a
child.

I took a deep breath and told them about what I'd been thinking earlier
that day. About my feelings for them, how I felt like they were growing out
of me, how I felt like others enjoyed some connection I didn't, and how I
finally realized exactly how much I lost when Charlie died (I still
couldn't bring myself to say he was murdered. I can now. At the time, I
still had that childish way of sugar coating things so that they weren't so
emotionally painful... ).

Alan was the first to speak. "Dude, you just did this whole thing, in your
head, while you were mowing today?"

"Yeah, this morning. It's been bugging the crap out of me."

Josh cleared his throat and we both looked at him. I could tell he was kind
of upset.

"I think I can speak for Alan as well when I tell you, you're just flat out
wrong as hell. During this whole thing, did it not occur to you once that
you ARE a year younger than us? That we're going to be going to a different
school, at the bottom of the food chain, and might be working things so we
could handle it? We've never shut you out and we're never going to. I just
don't get how you could think that."

I sighed, "I know. I realize stupid it sounds. And I also realize it's like
I'm feeling sorry for myself combined with feeling pretty shitty that it's
only now I realize that Charlie filled a much bigger role in my life than I
understood. You know how people can feel alone, even in a room full of
people they know," Josh nodded, Alan said "Yeah, I feel that way sometimes,
too. I think everyone does." I continued, "Well, that's really how I feel
right now. I wouldn't call it anchorless, just rudderless."

Josh started to speak but I looked at him and said, "Please let me finish?"
to which he nodded assent. "I'm didn't mean to insult either of you and if
I did, I'm really sorry."

Alan swam over to me and gave me a tight hug. "Don't worry about it. I get
where you're coming from."

Josh smiled at me, "Apology accepted. Seriously, you've got to stop with
this constantly churning things around in your head. And you need to
realize you're damn lucky that you have a bunch of best friends. You don't
realize it, but Willy absolutely loves you. He never understands why you're
moody, but if you told him you wanted to ride a rocket to the sun, he'd do
it with you. Brent might not go that far, but he'd stand there at the
launch cheering you on.

"This feeling you have, this lack of closeness, doesn't really exist. It's
all in your head where you already spend way too much time."

"I know, I really do get it."

Josh continued, "And there's one other thing, and this is as painful for me
to say as it's going to be for you to hear, but you have to let Charlie
go. He's gone. I honestly thought you'd healed a little more but it's
obvious from what you said that you haven't. So give yourself permission to
just let it go."

There are times when you hear something profound and you know it at the
time. Later, you realize it wasn't all that profound or, at least, that
you'd given it far more import than it deserved. Then there are times when
you hear something you know to be true and you understand it, but you don't
really realize how important it is until you have some distance from
it. Josh's statement was definitely of the latter variety.

We continued to swim and talk. About thirty minutes later, Lane showed up
and Josh immediately went to hug and kiss him. They walked back to the
table, hand in hand, but thankfully sat in separate chairs.

Lane looked at all of us, smiling, then back over at Josh, "So, did you let
the cat out of the bag or is it squirming around ready to tear through the
burlap?"

We all laughed at that. Josh looked over at him and said, "I kinda told
them already."

Lane turned pretty red and Alan and I took that as our cue to offer our
congratulations.

Lane smiled back at us. "Thank you, I do think I did rather well
considering the monstrousness of the obstacle.

"TMI dude, way TMI," Alan said.

We continued to chat until Alan's mother came out to start the grill. I got
out of the pool and called my mother to let her know I was eating dinner at
Alan's.

After dinner, we got back in the pool and played some more, well, mostly
Alan and I since the lovebirds were pretty into each other. At one point
Alan looked over at me and asked if we could meet later. I told him yeah,
about 10.

As the sun got really low in the sky, I decided to make my way home after
saying good bye to everyone and thanking Alan's mom and dad for dinner.

I got home about 830, washed off the chlorine from the pool and hung out
with my mother watching TV.

"You look a lot happier than you were this afternoon. I'm guessing you had
fun over at Alan's?" she asked.

I smile back at her, "Yeah, just needed to talk out some things. It was
good."

Summer television was always crap. But, it was what my mom was doing so I
went with it. About 950 I told her I was going to meet Alan at the tree,
that he has something needed to talk about that we couldn't discuss over at
his house with Josh and Lane around.

She just smiled and said, "Ok, but be back by 11." Considering I had to be
up at 7 for work, I wasn't even thinking of staying out late. To be honest,
I was really thinking of how fast I could get him to cum since I really
didn't even feel like it and just wanted to take care of him and go home.

When I got there, he was already waiting. We'd hid some lube and an old t
shirt up in the tree fort or, rather, the parts of it that hadn't already
rotted away which he'd already pulled out. I thought it was strange since
we'd mostly given up hand jobs. I just smiled and shook my head as I walked
up.

"What?" he asked.

"You must need to nut pretty bad. You've got everything out and ready to
go. What's with the lube?"

"I didn't know if you'd want a handjob or a blowjob and yeah, I'm kinda
anxious. I had to rub one out twice earlier with Josh telling me about him
and Lane. I swear, I'm so fucking horny watching dogs fuck would get me
hard."

I laughed at him because he so wound up, "Dude, relax. I'm going to take
care of you." And I walked over to wear he was, still in board shorts for
earlier and pretty much hard as a rock, his dick angled up toward his
hip. He started to slide his shorts off and I told him to stop.

As I dropped to my knees I kept my eyes focused on him. I loosened the
drawstring on his shorts and gently slid them down his hips and his legs
which were thick with the muscle put there by endless squats.

Keeping my eyes on him, I started to suck him off, making sure he stayed
focused. I knew he wouldn't last long and he took control just a minute or
so later, with an even thrust into my throat, thankfully moving his hips
gently rather than trying to stab my mouth. The feeling of having him down
there was one I found really hot. I also loved when we he was deep in the
feeling of his hand on my neck so he could feel his dick stretching it,
especially when he climaxed.

Most of it went straight down my throat, with one last squirt in my
mouth. I have to say, I really do love the taste of cum, at least his. Just
slightly sweet with a little salt.

Alan stepped, more like stumbled, back a little pulling up his shorts, then
sat unsteadily with his back to the tree, looking at me.

I finally broke the silence, "Are you OK?"

He smiled, "Am I OK? That was so fucking hot. I think you sucked my brain
out, I feel dumb."

Job well done? Of course... score another one for #3 on Team Homo, Rob
Hallstrom!

He spoke through the goofy smile on his face, "Can you give me a bit to
come down before I do you?"

"Nah, man, it's cool. I don't really feel like one of your teeth dragging
blowjobs tonight. I knew you were kinda worked up, so consider this a
freebie."

"Thanks, Rob." He stopped, looked away for a second, like her heard
something in the woods, and then looked back at me. "What made you do that?
Have you been picking some stuff up from Lane and Josh?"

"No, that was all me. I'll probably tell Lane about it though and see if it
has a similar effect on Josh. Night!" and I walked away, leaving him by
himself to recuperate.

When I got back to my house, I readied myself for bed and said good night
to Cat and my mother who were watching a movie on LMN they'd apparently
started. It wasn't Texas Justice (which, by the way, is a SCREAM if you
haven't seen it) so I lost interest and went to my room. I turned on some
music and quickly fell asleep feeling, genuinely, good about my life.

In hindsight, it's easy to see how much that day prepared me for the next
two years. I changed a lot, as did those around me, on the
outside. However, what kept us together, what made us friends, always
remained true.

Thanks for reading! Any comments can be sent to doncornelius69 at yahoo dot
com.

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