Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2023 22:29:58 +0100 (CET)
From: penguinsrgay2@tutanota.com
Subject: A Terrible Idea

Gay, young friends, incest, cons

Heyo, lost access to my old email account. So now I have this one. If you
are looking for my other work in nifty, it's "Summer Rain" under
gay/incest. All events, characters depicted are fiction. Don't read this if
you are underage or it is illegal for you to do so where you live. Feel
free to get in touch! And if you have some cash and you like this, throw it
at the Nifty donation bin! -prg


Kyle is just one of those guys.

You know the type. I've been around enough to know. They're
everywhere. They dip chicken nuggets in chocolate milk. They dare you to
stand on the swing at recess and jump. They steal random things they can't
use and show them off like trophies. Everyone laughs at those guys, but
nobody likes them. Not really.

"Want a charcoal brique?"

We're in the school cafeteria. I just want to eat my pb&j in peace. And if
I did want to talk, it would be about sports. Or video games. You know,
like all the other normal people. Instead I am at a cafeteria table, alone,
with Kyle, and his hands are smeared with black dust.

"Dude! Put that away!"

"Okay, but like, do you want it? Don't need more than one."

He politely sets it on my tray like it was a cupcake. He even gives it a
little pat. I hate when he does stuff like that. If the lunch monitor shows
up, it will look like I stole some random crap from outside. But I don't
touch it or try to make him take it back. I learned that lesson the hard
way. He'll just dramatically put it back on my tray and draw more attention
to us.

"Dude?! Why do you have charcoal?" I hiss.

I do a lot of that lately.

"I got an advance from Santa." He shrugged.

I chuckle, but I don't want to. It comes out like a snort and a cough. He
thinks he's so funny. He probably planned this joke and stole it from
somewhere. The lunch monitor looks our way. She might as well be shooting
lasers out of her eyes. I'm nervous but that makes it even harder to not
laugh. Freaking Kyle.

"Dude take it back..." I pause to hiccup. "We're going to be in trouble."

"Why would I? I got this fair and square. See, look how square it is."

Two others join us, Lani and Celia. We aren't friends, Kyle and I are kinda
rejects, but there's no room left at the other tables. Lani and Celia used
to sit at the main girls' table for our class, but now there's some drama
so they don't. I don't know the details.

"You ladies want some charcoal?"

"Don't talk to us."

"We don't like you." They kind of talk over each other but the point gets
across.

Kyle shrugs and the four of us eat our food. I'm in a hurry. I don't want
to lose my tray when the monitor notices that's not a cosmic brownie
sitting on it. Kyle takes his time. He seems to be busy shredding his
rectangle pizza. The excessive bbq sauce on top seems to bind it together
nicely, like mayo in macaroni salad. None of us ask how it tastes or what
he's doing. We know better.

"Ugh... physicals this morning." Lani complained.

"I know right. Mona wouldn't shut up while we were waiting there..."

"Mona's not so bad-"

"Lani please no I might barf." Celia said. She gestured, making an x with
her arms.

Celia is kind of a jerk, I think. Of course, I don't tell her that. I
wouldn't even listen but they are loud. That aside, I had forgot about
physicals. They really are the worst. Stripping in front of half the boys
in the class in a cold room and waiting there basically forever. Boys have
it this afternoon.

"I don't want to do physicals today..."

"Dude! I'm excited for it! Remember when I got all those cotton balls?"

"I wasn't here then."

"Oh yeah. I forgot. Anyway, I think it will be fun. You'll see."

I don't know why I mentioned that to Kyle. I feel more like his convenient
audience than his friend. He is nice to me sometimes, in the few weeks I
have been here, but he's always causing trouble. I don't want to get
close. But I can't seem to get close to anyone else.

I also don't really like the idea of some old guy touching my balls. That's
basically how I ended up in foster care and bouncing around between
relatives. Long story, I know, and basically no one cares, but I was still
nervous about it.

When Lani and Celia get up to dump their trays, Kyle whispers to me.

"Hey! I need a favor."

"What?"

"I need to borrow your underwear."

"WHAT?!" I hiss again. I seem to do that a lot with Kyle.

"Meet me in the bathroom upstairs."

"The teachers bathroom?"

"I still got my key. It's no big deal."

Last year, Kyle got in two huge fights in the boys bathroom. Both times
basically everyone was suspended. He refers to these events as the 'Piss
Wars.' Which is stupid. As far as I know there was no pee involved. Just
some clique of boys tried to beat him up, but two out of three got expelled
after the second time. That's the main reason he has no friends. Probably,
I think. I was at my old school then and don't know a lot. Anyway, he gets
to use the men's bathroom because teachers decided it's easier to let him
use it than deal with fights.

"Ok. Fine. Wait for me there."

Kyle dumps his tray and trots out of the cafeteria. He slouches as he
walks, apparently trying to hide the charcoal briques in his shirt. He is
fooling no one. Probably.

I just sit at the table and wait for a minute before I follow. I have done
this before. Not loaning underwear, that's stupid, but hiding in there
after getting bullied. Kyle saw me crying at lunch on my first day and gave
me his key. Then he popped up a minute later and we talked about it. He's
cool like that sometimes. I feel like I owe him a favor. Or at least, I
will hear him out.

Slipping in the bathroom discreetly, I see Kyle standing in front of the
urinal. The ventilation fan is super loud and I can't hear him say to shut
the door. But I know that's what he said. It's a good hiding place because
of that noise. Also there's like maybe three male teachers and a counselor
in the whole building so we're never bothered. It smells like old
cigarettes.

"Hey man, thanks. Hopefully you don't have any stains. If you did, I'd
rather be naked hehe..."

"I didn't say yes." He always talks like people are just going to give him
things.

I kinda have to read his lips, which is tricky when I only see him looking
over his shoulder. Kyle is about 5'2, wearing baggy hand-me-down jeans and
a dark green hoodless hoodie. He is a bit stocky, with a big head, dark
wavy hair cut in a fade. He also has a gold tooth, which is something you
never see kids having.

There's a story behind that too. It's not as cool as you would think. He
broke his tooth running at the pool last summer. His dad drove him to
Mexico for the tooth repair. Apparently you can save money doing that. But
were out of enamel caps and he didn't want to go back so they got a gold
one.

He never shuts up about the tooth once you ask him. He tells everyone
different crazy stories about how he got it. He told the substitute reading
teacher last week that he was a Bond villain, which seems to be his
favorite. His new internet handle on basically everything is Goldfang plus
his birthday. He also asks people to call him that, like in real life. But
no one does that.

"So I'm thinking, since our last names are on opposite sides of the
alphabet, I will get called first. Then when I'm done, I'll leave the
underwear here for you." He gestures to the cabinet under the sink.

There's nothing there now but a dusty ashtray.

"I dunno... Do you get in trouble if you don't have underwear?"

"Nah. I just don't want anyone calling me firecrotch."

"Firecrotch?"

Kyle turns around and drops his pants. I don't really see what he means
until he lifts his shirt. He has a thick bush of reddish pubes. A lot more
than I got. Below that are a 4" semi and low hanging balls.

"Why's it different from your hair?"

"Dunno. Just is. My brother has red hair. Like on his head too, I mean, not
just his dick."

He starts pulling off his shirt and kicks his shoes off. He turns around as
he does this and I see freckles on his butt. That's not a surprise, I
guess, he has them on his face, back and shoulders. I've seen him change
for gym class, just never seen his butt before. It's just interesting.

"Why are you taking your shirt off?"

"I dunno. Force of habit. Like what you see?" He gives me a wink, but he
screws it up and closes both eyes.

"Um. What?"

"Nevermind. Let's just hurry up and switch."

"This is a terrible idea..."

I change out of my underwear fast, pushing my shirt down for privacy. I'm
facing away from Kyle, but he probably saw my butt. I feel weird. And I
have a boner. I'm not liking this. Kyle pulls on my blue boxers and admires
himself in the mirror, posing. They are a bit small and his penis pokes out
if he doesn't twist them at the waist band. When he sees me looking behind
him, he gives a toothy grin.

"I look good, right?"

"Yeah. I think so... But not like in a gay way or anything."

I always add that bit. It's basically a rule.

"No worries."

We get dressed and he leaves first. I wait a minute again, before
following. We have gym after this. I'll be a little late, but it takes a
while for attendance to be taken.

Our gym unit is square dancing. I don't like it very much, but at least we
don't change clothes for it. Because there's more boys than girls, some of
us get paired with each other. Our square has six boys and two girls. Kyle
isn't in my group. I'm not sure if that would be a good thing or not. I
could see him passing me one of those charcoal briquettes in a do-si-do. Or
at least getting my hands dirty.

I'm paired with Lani. She is nicer when she's not with Celia. Lani is kinda
tall, and has strong arms from gymnastics. I only know that because she
wrote an essay about it and the reading teacher asked her to present it to
the class. She mostly looks bored.

When we break for stretching, she follows me to the back of the gym.

"Are you gay?" She asks

"What?!"

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Just you're not weird or nervous about
dancing with me. Just with boys."

"I... um... no..."

"I won't tell anyone."

"I'm really not."

"I saw you go to the bathroom with Kyle."

I flush red. I want to run away from her. But I don't say anything.

"What were you doing in there?"

I try really hard to think. There has to be something innocuous I can
say. Or at least less bad than sharing my underwear.

"... smoke."

"Oh. That's it? You don't smell. Did he try to sell you weed?"

I don't respond to that either. I shouldn't have lied, but it's the only
thing people hide in a bathroom for that's not sex stuff. I think.

"He probably sold you grass clumps off the lawn. That's what he did to
Logan. You should tell him to give you your money back."

I don't respond to this either. I'm still nervous, but confused. Who would
fall for that?

"It's true. He actually bragged about it. I thought he was lying, until
Logan told me. He does that a lot." She says in a very self-satisfied way.

"Okay..."

"I can confront him with you, if you want. You're like, kind of a wimp. No
offense."

"Umm no. It's fine. It was free. Haha."

I sound so unconvincing. But Lani doesn't seem the least bit
suspicious. She actually seems proud of her deduction.

"Well, I'd stay away from him if I were you. Like, I get he was nice to you
after the other boys bullied you but, like, he's still kind of trashy. You
should be friends with me instead."

"You want to be my friend??"

Lani sounds suspicious to me. It feels like one of those,
'I'm-going-to-pretend- be-your-friend' sort of deals. The bell rings but we
keep talking in the gym. Lani is still stretching and I'm just mirroring
her movements.

"Why not? Other boys are jerks. Or perverted. And gross. You're like the
only normal boy in the whole grade. We should be friends. Even if you are
gay. Not saying you're gay. Just, you know, if you were."

It's the most Lani has ever said to me. Or like ever. I think her essay was
shorter.

"Umm... Thanks?"

"Don't mention it!"

She pats my shoulder and walks off to join Celia walking out of the
gym. Celia glances at me suspiciously, and then to Lani. I don't know what
they say to each other.

My next class is history. The teacher pops in a DVD about ancient
Greece. All our classes have been kinda easy like that today because of the
physicals are pulling people out. After it starts, boys start getting
called out by name. I'm nervous but at least I'm basically last in
alphabetical order. I won't go in the first round.

Except, these names aren't in alphabetical order... They're by row! The
teacher is just calling all the boys from the front of the room! This is
NOT how it was for the girls!  I curse my bad eyesight. Why did I have to
pick a desk up front?! Everyone is going to see me naked!

I mean like six boys are going to see me naked. And a doctor. But
still. This is so bad I feel nauseous.

All seven of us walk in a group to the nurse's office. Kyle is in the group
too. He is totally relaxed, probably the only one. Hands behind his head,
he whistles as we walk. We're not supposed to talk (or whistle) but he
looks to me.

"Heh. Sorry. Thought it would be alphabetical like it was for the girls."

I don't respond. I don't even know why he's mentioning that with basically
everyone in earshot. Not that they're paying attention to us, but
still. The teacher down the hall gives him a look and he just shrugs.

The nurse's office is divided with a curtain from the ceiling. Basically
just the front part is accessible, there's some chairs with flat foam
cushions on them and a space heater. At least they have that much. My old
school was chilly.

The doctor steps out of a side room and the nurse leaves.

We're instructed to strip, then he will see us one at a time in the
adjoining room. That room is basically a closet with an examination bed
crammed in. One boy asks if we can keep our clothes on and just strip in
the examination room. We can't.

Kyle wastes no time, he was stripping when the doctor was still
talking. The rest of us follow suit. I try and go slow, pretending there's
a tough knot in my shoelaces. I mean, there is one, I don't have to
pretend. Just I normally kick them off. I take my shirt off next, taking
one button at a time. Everyone is already done. I start on my fly, but I
don't want to pull down.

"Dude, you don't have any underwear??" says the shy guy.

I cringe inwardly and look at the guy who spoke. But he's not looking at
me. Kyle is naked! I look at the pile of clothes at his feet and my
underwear is nowhere in sight. He is just chilling, leaning back like
having a boner in front of everyone is normal. What was the point of this
is he was going to be naked anyway??

"I usually go commando." He shrugs.

"That's gay." The other boy replies.

"You just worry about yourself. He's fine as he is. Makes everything go
faster."

The doctor sounds bored as he says this. I finally shuck my pants and a few
eyebrows are raised, but no one says anything. Then one of the other guys
(Nestor? I think?) takes off his underwear. His friend laughs and joins
him, but everyone else stays in their underwear. We give our names and the
doctor sends that guy-with-underwear-who-isn't-the-shy-guy first into the
side room.

Nes(?) walks up to me, while I'm trying to just sit in my chair and look at
nothing. I don't know what he wants. He's never spoken to me before. He's
tall and kind of skinny. His dick is skinny too, with a thin wavy bush of
brown hair above it. I didn't know pubes could be like that. I've only ever
seen the extra curly kind. Not that I'm looking at tons of dicks or
anything. He looks at me a moment before he speaks.

"Why are you hiding your dick?"

"What?"

He gestures to my cupped hands. "Are you afraid we'll all see your
babydick? I bet it's microscopic."

I'm pretty sure I'm bigger, but I don't really feel like showing him. If he
sees I have a boner, he'll just say I'm gay.

Before I can respond, Kyle taunts Nes, "Dude he's bigger than you."

"Shut up fire crotch!" he says defensively.

I realize I don't see Kyle anywhere, until he steps out from behind the
curtain room divider with two fistfuls of ice packs.

"Kyle seriously...?" Nes' friend says.

"This heat is making my balls sweat." He shrugs

It's really not that hot, even with the space heater, it's only set to
72. Although that doesn't stop him. He pops the seal in one pack and sits
with his balls over it.

"You want one?" He asks me, of all people.

I'd rather have my underwear back. I ignore and turn my head away.

"How about you Nes? You're a cool guy right?" He pops the seal on another
as he says this.

Nes looks undecided, and then nods slowly. When he catches it and puts it
under his own balls, a wide grin spreads on his face.

"Dude! It's so cold! You guys gotta try this!"

He tosses it to the underwear-guy. Then he tosses it back, then Kyle throws
it back again. Underwear guy puts in his underwear. He looks really stupid,
especially with the shocked expression he makes. He set it on his thigh
after that. Nes, Kyle and that other guy are basically at war tossing the
thing like it's a game of hot potato. There's a lot of guys to keep track
of here, I know. If it was up to me, I wouldn't be in a room full of naked
guys and almost naked guys.

Even if I was gay, (I'm definitely not!) I would want to be naked with
like, exactly one guy. One who wouldn't be crazy. When Kyle tossed me the
last pack I just set it on the empty chair next to me.

The door opens, the doctor sends out the shy guy and everyone stops
immediately, hiding the packs. The doctor looks at all of us, sighs and
summons the other underwear guy. Apparently he doesn't feel like
intervening.

Shy guy gets dressed right away, but he can't leave until the whole group
is done. Apparently we still have a lice check after this. For being so
prudish about his own body, he sure doesn't mind staring at other
people. Kyle tosses him the pack he was using and shy guy shrugs and puts
it on his neck until underwear-guy-who-doesn't-want-to-get-in-trouble tells
him it's been under his balls. Then shy guy throws it back giggling.

I really don't get these idiots.

Then the nurse yells at us through the door, but she doesn't come
in. Everyone quiets down after that, although Kyle tries to toss my ice
pack at no-trouble-guy. He glares at *me* for that. What does he expect me
to do?!

I get my turn and it's the usual. I felt super anxious the whole time, if
course. Just nothing bad or weird happened. The doctor was pretty bored,
like he touched balls all day and wished he never had to touch another ball
again. He also took my height, weight and pressed a few spots on me.

When I returned to the room, I put my clothes back on too, although Nes has
apparently chosen to stay naked. I mostly listened to the others talk, and
tried not to look at Kyle or Nes too hard until everyone was done. The
doctor looked at everyone's hair with some sticks and then sent us on our
way.

The rest of the day was pretty boring. Lots of homework was assigned too. I
think the teachers were all trying to make up for us not doing too much in
classes.

I decided to walk home. It was a nice-ish day, after like a week of rain
and snow. Kyle ran a block to catch up with me, dropping a charcoal brique
as he went.

"Hey dude! Wait up!"

I really didn't want to talk to him. I was still mad about my underwear.

"I'm sorry. I still have your underwear. I just have to wash it."

"What did you do?! Actually I don't want to know."

I started walking faster.

"I didn't do anything perverted, if that's what your thinking."

"I don't care."

"Wait wait wait!"

Kyle ran ahead of me and opened his backpack. In his backpack was a metal
lunch box, and in that, was my underwear. And a mouse. It actually jumped
out pretty much instantly, scurring through over the pack and out into the
bushes lining the sidewalk.

Kyle seemed more concerned about the mouse than explaining anything. I kept
walking away while he dug through the bushes. He gave up after a few
minutes and I heard him running to catch up again. Then I heard him drop
his lunchbox and some other things. Then he hastily shoved everything
in. Then he started running noisly again. He was too out of breath to talk
when he got to me.

"You took off my underwear... to take a mouse home??"

"It was trapped in a mouse trap at school. I couldn't just leave it."

"You didn't need underwear for that."

"Sure I did. I'm not even wearing socks right now. What could I have used
instead?"

"You weren't even going to return it today were you?"

"Actually I found it when I snuck out of gym class."

I rolled my eyes. I think I believe him, but it's just stupid. Why not let
the mouse out through a window or something? He doesn't need a pet more
than I need clothes. I'm not like him, where I can be naked in a room with
other boys and it's not a big deal.

Kyle pulls the underwear from his backpack.

"Since there's no mouse now, you might as well take it, if you want to. Or
I could wash it."

I accept it. We're kinda far from the school now and no one will really see
that I'm holding underwear in my hand for a moment. There's a new hole that
the mouse tore through. Of course.

Kyle sees it too.

"OMG I- l'm sorry! Let me fix it! I know how to sew! Mostly, but it's just
a small hole! Darning is easy!"

"It's whatever. I don't want it anymore."

We keep walking for a while in silence. I get to my place and he waves
goodbye. I give him a nod.

I kinda want to forgive him, like not just like, a whatever kind of
forgiveness, but like the kind friends give. I don't really have any
friends here yet. But he's always causing trouble. And other kids don't
like him. I know I sound mean, but I don't want his problems.

I try to open the door to my Grandma's house, she's my guardian now, but
it's locked. I knock and wait. And peer through the windows. I'd look in
the garage too, if I was tall enough to see through the window. I bet the
car isnt there. Lights are out in the house. No note on the door. As if
this day couldn't get worse.

Then I hear running again. It's Kyle coming back. He basically runs
everywhere. I don't know where he gets the energy. I just look at him until
he catches his breath.

"You're locked out?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna come to my place? I'm like a couple of blocks away."

I'm not sure if I want to. I mean, I could probably use a phone to call
someone. But it's Kyle. Who knows what his place is like. This could be a
terrible idea.

"My Dad brings home takeout Chinese on Fridays!"

Ok, now I'm basically sold. His place could be the most chaotic place ever,
across town, and a mile uphill and it would still be worth it.

We walk and talk on the way. Kyle is hyped! He wants to play dozen
different video games and board games and to revive his dead snowman and
make a campfire and so other things. I was only thinking about staying
until dinner at the latest, but I don't contradict him. Maybe I can come
again if it's alright here. I still feel nervous, but it's a different
nervous from before. It's a hopeful nervous.

We get to his place, it's a duplex apartment on the second floor. Very warm
inside. Kinda small. Kyle says its just him, his brother and his Dad, who
is at work. It's messy, but not too bad. Random bowls strewn across the
kitchen table, and some random stuff around the living room. And an
artificial Christmas tree. I suspect that they had it there all year and
not because they decided to decorate a month early.

Kyle apologizes casually for the tree, not the other mess.

I follow him to his room, where loud music is playing. He opens the door
and it's messier than the rest of the place. There's more clothes on the
floor than bare space. Two cluttered desks, with books, toys, cans of soda,
plus an old desktop computer on the far one. The room is L-shaped, as we
walk in, we can see more stuff. A bed with a couple stuffed animals and
bundled up unmade blankets and sheets. The bottom sheet has a tear by the
corner because it's too small for the mattress. And around the corner
is... Bill.

Bill is a high school freshman. He's built similar to Kyle. Stocky, shorter
than average, but not THAT short. Still taller than me and Kyle, being two
years older. He is laying on a second bed facing away from the door. And he
is naked, reading something on his phone.

"Dude, what took you?"

He doesn't look up. His chest and belly are covered with... something. Just
some drops higher up and a milky puddle at the base of his dick.  I think
that's semen? I remember that from sex ed in fifth grade. But I thought
that only happened with wet dreams? But there's too much of it... He does
have red pubes, thicker and even redder than Kyle's. It does kinda look
like a fire.

Kyle nudges me, pushing me back behind the corner. I feel embarrassed for
looking.

"I have a friend with me, heh."

"Kyle! What the fuck? You can't just do that without telling Dad!"

I hear him get up and look around corner, making eye contact with me. I
blush intensely. I don't know why I'm the only one blushing here. Bill
isn't embarrassed, just annoyed.

"My friend is locked out of his house. He needs to borrow your phone."

"Ugh. Fine. Here." He tosses it to me and plops back on the bed.

It's a little gross to touch. It's not sticky, there's none of whatever the
stuff there is on him, but he hasn't cleaned it in a while. There's crumbs
and stuff stuck where the corner meets the case. And the screen is
greasy. I leave the text he's reading in the browser and call Grandma.

She picks up on the first ring. Our conversation takes way too long. The
short version is she forgot she was dog sitting and she's sooo sorry. I'm
pretty sure she is shopping, it's loud wherever she is. Maybe she took the
dog with her. She said she would be back late. And that I stay inside too
much and she doesn't see what the big deal is.

When I hang up, I hear Bill ask me to bring the phone back. And some
scuffling. I go around the corner and he has Kyle in a headlock with one
arm. He's kinda strong like that, his biceps are like one of those smooth
orange-brown squashes nobody buys at the grocery store. But Kyle isn't
trying too hard to struggle, he seems to be breathing just fine.

"Ew! Let me go!"

"You owe me head at least!"

They're laughing. It's a little strange. I pass the phone and Bill releases
his brother.

"Your clothes are wet..." I say.

"It's not a big deal. I'll wash them. Do you want Bill to get dressed?"

"Why should I get dressed!? How many times have you been naked around my
friends?"

"I only do that with the ones who are ok with it!"

Bill looks at me. "Are you 'OK' with me being naked?"

He sounds sarcastic, like the obvious answer is yes. I shrug.

"It's settled then. I'll text dad and let him know."

Kyle rolls his eyes and gets changed. He has a boner too. His jeans fall to
the floor easy, they were already sliding off a bit from wrestling. I see
that they have charcoal stains at the pockets from the inside. He puts on a
pair of underwear from off the floor, and leaves it at that, plus the
sleeveless shirt that was under his sweatshirt. He grabs a board game off a
shelf and gestures me to follow him to the kitchen.

"Sorry about Bill. He's just horny and getting revenge for when I annoy him
and his friends."

"Is he always naked?"

"Yeah. Pretty much whenever he's home. So am I. Just not right now."

"Why?"

"We're nudists. Kind of."

While we talk, Kyle is cleaning up the kitchen, mostly loading the
dishwasher and clearing space at the table to play. Bill comes back briefly
to get a glass of water. His belly is shining wet, I think he smeared that
stuff even after wrestling with Kyle. His pubic hair is flattened with
little white bits in it. He pokes Kyle in the cheek, but Kyle just sticks
out his tongue. He has a similar wet shiny mark on his cheek now.

"What's all that sticky stuff? Is it semen?"

"No, it's mayo" "Yeah." The brothers answer simultaneously, Bill chuckles
at his own joke.

It's very strange. I feel nervous, but they aren't like mean, or
embarrassed about this stuff. It feels like Bill wants to
do... something... but he's being polite because Kyle only wants to a
little. Maybe he wants to wrestle more, but like naked? I don't know why
he's got a lot of semen and why Kyle doesn't mind touching it.

They are treating it the same way I might treat spilled juice. I mean, not
exactly the same, but they don't seem to think it's very dirty or
gross. Even though it came out of a penis. When I have wet dreams, I kinda
put it on the same level as snot. It's a little gross and I don't really
want it there, but I don't freak out. Some people freak out. But still
definitely grosser than juice.

The game we play is battleship. Very simple, small, no mess. It's a very
math kind of game. It's easy to talk about other things while we play. I
seem to be better at it than Kyle. He just kind of guesses randomly all
over the map. I have a system, starting at corners and moving in. Everyone
puts at least one ship in a corner.

"By the way, please keep all this a secret, like Bill masterbating and the
naked stuff. Like my dad knows and is ok with it, but other people would
freak out. Especially adults."

"Yeah I get it, I think." I don't know exactly what masterbating is, but
I've heard guys talk about it on the bus. I'm guessing that's what Bill was
doing.

"A9."

"Nope."

"A1."

"Damnit."

I take out Kyle's patrol boat. I start doing a circle around it, one square
away from the boat, then three. Kyle hit my submarine, we agreed those die
in one hit, but I got his earlier so I'm still ahead.

"Is your dad naked?"

"Like here? Sometimes. He doesn't do anything like what Bill was doing
though. Also he takes us to a clothing-optional beach in the summer on
weekends and he's naked there."

We talk more about sex stuff. I thought sex was just for making babies, but
according to Kyle, it's more like something you usually do for fun. It
still sounds kinda gross though. But not like that gross. Just kinda. Like
I'd rather touch someone else's semen than eat that bbq pizza thing Kyle
made. I was boned up through the whole conversation.

"If you want to get naked, like your brother, it wouldn't bother me. I
mean, if that's what you're used to..." I said.

"Really? You sure?"

"It's cool. I mean, we hung out naked at the physical with Nes and the
others."

Kyle gets up from his chair and pulls his shirt and underwear off. His one
boner popped out and bounced as he did it.

"You can get naked too, you know."

"I mean I am warm, but I don't know..."

"Want to go in underwear? That's what Bill's friend does."

"I don't-"

"I mean my underwear! It would be like paying you back."

That actually sounds kind of fun. Fun the way getting in trouble is. But
only a little trouble, like stealing a cookie rather than the whole box. I
feel safer here doing that than I did at school too. It's like stealing a
cookie at someone's house rather than the grocery store.

"Don't look."

"Yeah ok."

Kyle turns around and I grab his underwear off the floor. I fold my clothes
as I take them off, leaving them in a folded pile on the chair. I'm only
naked for a second before putting the underwear on.

"Ok I'm good."

Kyle turns around and we resume our game. I still have a boner, but I'm
less embarrassed about that. Especially cause Kyle had one. And no one can
see under the table anyway. It's almost like I'm naked.

Bill comes by and looks at our game. He's not hard anymore, but he's still
sticky. He has one hand cupped around his penis and the other is holding
his phone.

"'Bout time you got naked. I was feeling alone."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Are you naked too?" He looks at me.

"He's wearing my undies."

"Cool, cool. I'm gonna shower, but I'm leaving the phone here in case Dad
or your friend's mom calls."

"Okay."

"Unless you boys want to join me..."

Bill shakes his crotch up and down as he says this. I don't know exactly
what he means, something more than showering definitely. Does he want help
cleaning himself? I wonder if it's hard to clean semen, like the way
cleaning your own back is hard.

"Nah" Kyle replies.

"Ok. I'll borrow this in the meantime." Bill snatches a piece off the
table. I think it's Kyle's submarine. Kyle doesn't waste a beat, he dives
on Bill and they roll on the floor. I don't know why he bothers, except for
the fun of it, I guess. He won't need it anymore, unless we start a new
game. And even then I could always set my own sub aside.

Kyle, being smaller than Bill, is quickly pinned. It's a bad pin, he is
basically just sort of straddling his brother, with his arm held at the
wrist. Bill's wet penis is smearing up Kyle's bare belly. Kyle is laughing
as this happens.

"Hey man, help me! Get him!"

I jump into the fray, kind of cautiously. Bill is bigger than me, I don't
really want to get hurt. I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him from
behind, trying to throw him to the side. There's some sticky wetness there
too, but I kinda expected it so I didn't freak out. My dive doesn't work
though. I lean the other way as Bill tries to push against me and he won't
budge very far.

It seems still I provide enough of a distraction for Kyle to try and slide
out from under his brother. The boy's boner boings as it passes from under
Bill. Bill throws us both forward in an attempt to put more weight on Kyle.
Kyle wheezes as air is pushed out of his lungs. I roll off to the side,
trying to take Bill with me, but he's slippery and I lose my grip. But it's
enough for Kyle to escape!

"I got the sub!" He shouts.

Rather than chase Kyle, Bill turns his attention to me instead! Why did I
try to help Kyle?!

I scramble backwards on all fours, Bill takes his time crawling towards
me. I feel my boner poking out and over the waistband of Kyle's
underwear. It's a bit big on me and keeps sliding down as I back away. The
older boy's penis swings side to side under his belly as he comes
forward. His expression looks like he's playing, but there's something else
there too. It's not scary, exactly, just he looks like he expects something
fun to happen. He looks at me like I'm hiding candy behind my back. I laugh
nervously.

Then the front door unlocks.

Bill notices and freezes. Cold air gushes in the room as a man steps in,
carrying half a cardboard box full of food. It's already dark outside. He
kicks the door closed behind him.

"I texted you two to get dressed. We have company!"

~~~

The food was worth the wait. Sweet and sour sauce coated my bowl of rice,
there wasn't any white left to be seen. Broccoli florets and baby corn
topped the bowl in a brown garlic sauce that was almost as sweet. It's the
best thing I've tasted in months. Grandma cooks a lot, but she's dieting so
it's all soups and salads with dressings that look like they should be
creamy but aren't.

"Itr-mm-ly wa-chinch-m-falt!" Kyle explained. His gold tooth was obscured
by a slurry of lo mein noodles.

"Chew."

The dad expertly pinched a cube of mapo tofu with chopsticks and dipped it
in chili sauce. He was now dressed in pajama pants and a tee shirt. He
looked pretty strong too, the way the sleeves were tight around the
arms. His hair was red like Bill's but a few inches longer and greying,
combed back. His face was a bit sunburned, or maybe just always a little
red. I could tell he was annoyed and embarrassed. Just earlier, he had
finished apologizing to me for Bill and Kyle.

Kyle swallowed. "It was hot in there and last time I was really hot the
nurse let me have some ice packs. She said that it wasn't a big deal."

"You had heat exhaustion. From climbing the flagpole. Which you were also
in trouble for."

I remembered hearing about that incident. It was before I moved, but Kyle's
underwear was still on the golden ball of the flagpole on my first
day. They didn't have a ladder high enough to take it down then. It's a
really tall one. I wouldn't shake his hand when we first met because he
still had blisters.

"But I was given expectations, you know?"

Bill was quietly smirking to himself. It seemed that Kyle's trouble from
school had overshadowed him not relaying their Dad's text. And by that I
mean, him staying naked and jerking off while I was there and letting Kyle
get naked. Before their Dad had said anything to me, Bill had to give his
own apology and asked me to not to tell anyone about him masturbating or
naked wrestling.

The brothers were only wearing underwear at the moment. That was the
compromise they reached when their dad made them get dressed. They had
washed up too, but Kyle forgot the shiny smear on his face. It was dry now,
but it was fairly obvious. That was a weird thing to me.

But apparently it was normal for them.

I was still wearing Kyle's underwear, my clothes were tossed on the couch
so they were out of the way. It was fun, but I still felt nervous. No one
ever let me have dinner in my underwear before.

After dinner we just hung out and played video games until my Grandma
texted their dad. Kyle was technically grounded, but he had a reprieve
while I was there. Mostly we played old racing games. Their dad had an old
PS2 with a bunch of games loaded on the memory card. It was neat, like
being at an old arcade, minus the crazy beeping noises and pepsi carpet
smell.

When I was about to go home, Kyle gave me a hug. It gave me a warm feeling,
chest to chest like that. And then Bill pantsed him, which led to a naked
chase around the house. Their dad just rolled his eyes and finished
cleaning up. He let me take some leftovers home.

When I got home the first thing I did was lock myself in my room and get
naked.  I mean, I did put the food away first. And Grandma was asleep on
the couch so there wasn't anything to say to her. So it's not like I'm
weird for doing that. I don't know why I got naked. I think I wanted to
know how Kyle feels. Just being naked because I can. I read a book from the
library for a while and wrote in my journal. I also tried masterbating,
like Kyle had described it, but nothing really happened.

I didn't bother putting on pajamas when I went to bed. It felt nice. Maybe
this will be a new habit.

~~~

School was pretty normal for the next couple weeks. Kyle pulled various
small pranks like usual, but there was no naked stuff. I felt closer to
him, like we were real friends now. Some teachers didn't like me as much
anymore but I didn't care. The math teacher actually got nicer to me
though, and kept talking to me about 'being a good influence.' Basically
they expect me to control Kyle, which is ridiculous.

One naked thing actually kind of did happen though. I forgot. Nes and I
were alone in the boys bathroom. It was snowy and late in the
afternoon. Our busses were late. He just randomly whipped it out and was
all like 'I bet my dick is bigger.' He wasn't though. He pulled out a ruler
from his backpack to be sure. I was 4 and a quarter to his 4 and
1/16ths. It took him a while to get hard despite the fact that this was his
idea. That was annoying, waiting on him. I thought we would get caught,
even though there were maybe 40 kids left in the school.

Nes also made a point to say that rounding makes ours basically the
same. And that he's 3 months younger so he's 'probably going to be bigger
than me.'

But other than that, school was normal. My grades were good too. I made
merit roll and Grandma promised to take me to the mall to celebrate.

I don't like the mall, but that's what we did. I followed her around at
various women's clothing stores, which was boring and not rewarding at
all. Then I loaded her car with the heavy bags I spent all Saturday morning
carrying. She kept saying I was such a 'strong and reliable young man' as
if that would make it true. My shoulders were sooooo sore.

Then we got food. It was some bar/restaurant in the mall that felt like it
was trying to be a biker bar. It was just a chain though. They had lots of
motorcycle themed decorations but that's it. Grandma likes it there because
she can get a bbq salad that is supposed to be healthier than what some
other restaurants have. At least according to her diet book. I think she
just wants to flirt with the waiters.

While I was busy trying to cover french fries in the maximum possible
amount of ketchup, Grandma made conversation. It was mostly boring stuff
about her job and her friend's daughter's dog's surgery. I was barely
paying attention.

"What do you think about going to Kyle's house for the weekend?"

My fingers accidentally went straight into the ketchup.

"What?"

"That crazy boy you're friends with. With the charcoal."

"I ummm..."

I hadn't meant for her to know about that, but Kyle slipped it in my
backpack that day at his house. I didn't get in trouble or anything, but
Grandma made me handwash my backpack and wipe down my school work. I only
hesitated because talking to her about Kyle makes me nervous.

"I was thinking about visiting some girlfriends out of town for a weekend,
there's this movie festival..."

I couldn't even think about what she was saying after that. Staying the
night with Kyle? For a whole weekend? Would he be naked? Did I want him to
be?

"Hey! Don't zone out! What will-"

"Yes!"

The waiter stood over us. "How do you want your sundae?"

~~~

The days leading up to staying at Kyle's house were nerve wracking. In,
like, a good way. Kyle had all these things to say about Bill and pranks
and games and this scary dog next door who shreds anything that lands on
the other side of the fence. I could only think about the naked brothers
wrestling.

Was I gay? I hope not. Probably not.

The dance unit ended at gym and the boys in my grade started
swimming. Every day I saw naked boys. Showering. Changing. Just hanging
out. I couldn't let myself look, even though I wanted to. I didn't want a
boner, even though lots of guys got them. Kyle kept trying to get me to
play chicken with him, Nes and Nes' friend (I still don't know his
name). They tried to do a three tier stack when I wouldn't join them, which
didn't work and just led to Kyle falling on me. The lifeguard made them all
sit out for that one.

I went home with Kyle after school pretty much everyday after that, he
would just follow me home and double back a few blocks to his. I could have
taken the bus, and still did when it was raining or super cold and windy or
whatever. Kyle never took the bus though and I just wanted to keep him
company.

The day I went to his place for the weekend was surprisingly mellow. I
thought he would chase me with a centipede on a stick he found, but he just
let it go on a bush. He also showed off some stolen mouse traps from
school.

"Bill won't touch my stuff while I have these babies around!"

"Why would Bill fall for that??"

"I mean, I dunno. He's pretty dumb sometimes."

The wooden rectangle snapped and unsnapped repeatedly as Kyle set it on and
off. It a dried dab of peanut butter on it before, but Kyle already scraped
it off and ate it.

"Bill is going to be at his friend's place, by the way, at least for
tonight. They're going to the JV basketball game."

"Ah ok."

"And Dad will pretty much leave us alone."

"Alright."

"Just in case you want to."

"what?"

"You know..."

I was confused. What would I do just because his dad wouldn't stop us?

"Stay up extra late?"

"No. I mean yes. But something else." Kyle made a gesture that didn't make
sense.

"Eat snacks?"

"Wow you really are sheltered."

I shrugged. Kyle was just weird sometimes.

"You're cool with hanging out naked at least? Right?"

"WHAT?!"

"I mean I'll be naked. I almost always am. But you totally can be naked
too. That's pretty much always allowed, even if Dad and Bill are
around. But Dad won't be naked. He said that."

"Why would I do that?!"

"Cause it's fun. I don't know."

"That's a terrible idea!!"

"Suit yourself."

When we get to Kyle's place, he strips in the vestibule, leaving his
clothes at the door. Still no underwear. The living room and kitchen are
good bit cleaner than last time. The couch is also a different color? On
closer inspection, I realize they put a cover on it. Or maybe it always has
a cover but this is a different one.

Kyle's Dad greets me, gives Kyle a bunch of rules. He's wearing his work
clothes, but doesn't seem to mind a naked hug from Kyle. He also makes Kyle
pick up his clothes. Then he goes to his room with a book.

Until then, I wondered if Kyle being naked all the time was an
exaggeration. If it were me, I could probably be naked with like my cousin
(he's nine and kind of annoying, but closest guy I have to a brother) and
only while it was just us. And only in a locked bedroom or bathroom or
something. I would be too embarrassed for what Kyle did.

"Soo... you want to get naked?"

I was following Kyle to his room, led by a straight boner pointing the way.

"Not really?"

His room was cleaner too now. They had an old floor rug in there, shaped
like a shark. I had totally missed that before. Kyle neatly deposited his
clothes in the hamper.

"What if I locked the door?"

"Can your dad get in?"

"There's a key somewhere, but it would take a while. And he wouldn't
anyway. He's cool."

I felt my boner straining my jeans. It would be more comfortable to take
those off.

"Maybe I'll wear undies again."

"Okay, okay." Kyle said casually.

I started stripping, folding everything up on his bed. My underwear was
just some basic blue boxer briefs. There was a tear in the seem from when I
tried to do a split one time. I had forgotten about that. I felt like Kyle
was looking occasionally, which I didn't mind exactly. But this was just
enough for now.

We tried to play a board game in his room. It was rather difficult to
learn, especially because he had never played it either. Bill was borrowing
it from a friend and had explicitly forbidden Kyle from touching it. He
didn't want to lose any pieces. While Kyle was trying to figure out the
rule book, I read some various cards. There were more cards than anything,
even though what you see on the back of the box is mostly a grid of hexagon
tiles and space ships.

The cards were neat. Each one has a little text box, or a big one, that
told you about the story of the game. I tried to keep things neat and put
all the cards from one stack back in their ziploc bag before looking at
another stack. It all felt a lot like star wars, only a lot more aliens
than humans.

"I think we don't have enough people. Unless we each play as two
people. But that's too confusing."

"Ah ok. These cards are neat, look at this one."

I had shown him various cards that I liked. I had already gone over the big
faction cards and was looking at the technology cards. I was also kind of
looking at Kyle whenever I did that. It was interesting to see his penis
and balls so close. They weren't that different from mine, other than the
hair. He still has boners.

"Yeah I've already seen those. Want to wrestle instead?"

"I- I don't want to get sweaty."

"Hmmm." Kyle reached under his balls and rolled them.

"Want to play with my balls?"

"What?"

"You keep looking at them. I don't mind. Yours look neat too." He pointed
at the hole in my boxers.

"I- uh thanks."

Kyle stood up from the floor and laid on the bed behind him, the same one
Bill was using when I was here last time. His penis pointed straight at the
ceiling like a periscope.

"Go on. It's fun."

He had a simple, playful smile. I didn't feel like he would react badly if
I didn't. And I did want to.

"Are you sure your dad won't come in?"

"Totally."

I brushed my hand over his balls. The skin was warm and stretchy, like mine
I suppose. Kyle's penis jerked reflexively. Then I scooped the balls up,
pressing my finger between them and feeling them slide between one spot and
another. Kyle didn't interfere, he just kept his arms folded behind his
head. I could see him looking at me, and my balls. Mostly my balls.

"This is your brother's bed, right?"

"Yeah. He won't mind though. We used to share until a couple years ago."

"Naked?"

"Yeah."

I leaned in closer, kneeling, trying to see more details. Reddish orange
hairs formed a little crown around his dick and balls. The penis was about
4 inches, thicker than mine. When I closed my hand over him, my fingertips
would touch the first knuckle of my thumb. The greyish pink head was
especially sensitive. Kyle would hold his breath when I touched it. My
fingers wandered to the beat of his slow and shallow breaths.

My back and knees were getting tired, so I stood up, stretching.

"That was cool..."

"You want me to do you?"

"I don't know..."

"I promise it will feel really good."

"I'm nervous."

"What if we did it like this?"

Kyle rolled off and picked up the top sheet of the bed, climbing under.

"Follow me."

I crawled in after him. It was dark under the sheets. They were navy blue
with little dots and squares of light coming through, but I could barely
see anything, Kyle's penis held up the underside like a tent.

"If it's like this, no one can see, we just get to feel good."

I could still kind of see, but I nodded. From my side, most of my view was
blocked by the sheets dropping over Kyle. I only knew about the tent his
penis made by lifting with one hand. But I was more interested in feeling
Kyle than seeing him. His belly was soft, with little hairs just
starting. Would mine feel like that? I tried to imagine both of us with
hairy all over, like the bikers in the decor of that restaurant. It seemed
impossible.

"Can I take off your underwear?"

"Umm... Ok."

Kyle rolled to his side too. Face to face, I could see his expression. He
looked at me real happy, his good tooth still managing to be distinct from
the rest of his teeth. I felt Kyle's hand, rough but slow, feeling down my
hips for the waistband. When my boner popped out, it touched his. That
feeling was just right, not cramped in the underwear hard, but poking his
belly. I took them off the rest of the way, but kept them in my hand. Just
in case.

"Can I play with them?"

I understood him instantly. I wanted more of this feeling.

"Yeah, do it."

It was crazy! I must have been crazy! It was like eating your favorite
food, jumping from a diving board, and the tightness hug all wrapped up in
a touch. I could feel all of that, like a wave, going out from around my
penis into the rest of me. I was so happy. I struggled not to make noise,
but it felt too good!

"Hehe it's great isn't it? It's like touching a fork in the wall!"

I couldn't even register Kyle's weird comparison. His hands moved around
me, rubbing different spots. I felt good in parts I didn't even know I
had. Like that part right under the balls. Not once have I ever thought
about that part of my body. I don't even know the name of it. But now I
knew it better than the shape of my face. It moved and jumped in the rhythm
of Kyle's hands.

I felt for Kyle's penis, bringing it next to mine. It felt like that was
where it belonged, like if they were touching he would feel what I was
feeling. The end of it was wet, sticky, but I didn't care. Why would I care
about anything other than making us feel good? I rolled into him, pushing
our bodies together. We were definitely sweaty, his soft belly sliding
under mine. His hands grabbed my butt pulling us closer.

"Oh man! Oh man! Oh man!"

Someone was saying that... I was saying that! I think I had a pressure in
me, like I was going to pee, but different. Definitely different. I had
just used the bathroom earlier. Did I? I had to...

My vision went a little fuzzy at the edges. Kyle took a sharp breath. A hot
sticky wetness filled the space between us, our penises pulsing at opposite
times. This was crazy. I was crazy...

I think I fell asleep on Kyle's chest.

~~~

When I woke up, it was dark in the room. I don't know what time it was. I
was on my back, still covered by the sheet. It stuck to me a bit. I pulled
it off and the tug on my skin was unpleasant. I think I had to pee. For
real this this time. I stepped off the bed and peaked around the corner. I
didn't want anyone to see me, but it was too urgent to bother getting
dressed.

I heard Kyle talking in the living room.

"Kyle?"

"I'm on the phone!"

I took a risk and walked through, holding my crotch. The bathroom was in
the same hallway, I didn't have to go far. When I was done, I looked at the
mirror. Lint had stuck to me where the sheet was glued to me. It was a bit
embarrassing, but it looked kinda neat too. I don't know how to describe
it. It felt like I had a badge, proving I had sex. If that was sex. I'm not
sure. But I didn't clean it off just yet.

I tiptoed to the living room and saw Kyle sitting at the couch. He was
still naked, watching cartoons. He hugs me from the side as soon as he
notices me.

"Hey! That was awesome!"

"Ah um, you mean sex?"

"Nah, that's like frotting. But still it was awesome!"

He's playing with my balls again, but I don't mind. It feels nice. I don't
touch his though. His dad's bedroom is right there. We're mostly obscured
by the back of the couch, but it would still be awkward. Not to mention
that I very obviously have dried sperms on me.

"Wanna go back to your room?"

"Not yet. I want to finish my show."

I couldn't really focus on the show. I wasn't really into it in the first
place, it was some superhero thing but mostly played for comedy. But that
wasn't the main problem. Kyle treating my balls like a fidget toy was super
distracting. I'd rather just do sex or frothing or whatever he called it,
this felt like teasing. I tried returning the favor, but he wouldn't stay
hard.

I got up to go the bedroom, to put on underwear at least. I didn't want to
be naked when his dad stepped out.

When I opened the door, I saw Bill naked and bent over someone. I could
only see their bottom halves, but it was enough to know to shut the
door. Holy crap! I have never seen other people doing sex before. I just
heard Bill laugh about something through the door and decided I was not
getting dressed any time soon.

I ran back to the living room. Kyle had his usual annoying grin. Just like
the charcoal incident. What could I say? I couldn't draw his Dad's
attention, for sure.

"Hehe I forgot to tell you Bill and his friend are home..."

"How am I supposed to get my underwear?"

"I dunno? Ask? They won't care."

"KYLE THEY ARE DOING SEX." I hissed.

"So what? I'm just glad they aren't doing it when Im trying to sleep for
once."

"They do it with you in the room?!"

"I mean yeah. I dunno. It's not a big deal."

"This is crazy..."

Kyle was laying on the couch, which was also annoying. He wasn't giving me
space. I lifted his feet, and he resisted, giggling. He had a boner and it
shifted with him, bouncing when he put his feet down. He has pulled this
stunt before on the bench at gym class. Back then, I ultimately sat on his
legs, but I feel like he wouldn't move them if I did that.

"I thought you said it would just be us here."

"Bill said he forgot something, they are still going to Alan's house to
sleep over."

Kyle explained a bit more. Alan was apparently Bill's friend. Or boyfriend?
But they couldn't do sex stuff at Alan's house. I wondered what would
happen if I invited Kyle to my place and we got caught like this. Probably
nothing good. I didn't say anything for a while, thinking about how
different all this was from last year.

"Are you hungry?"

I realized I was after Kyle said it.

"What do you have?"

"I dunno, was thinking about getting takeout. Maybe Chinese again. Let me
get the phone "

Kyle got up and I followed. I didn't know exactly where he was going, maybe
the kitchen or something, but he knocked on his Dad's door. I stayed out,
but looking in, I didn't need his Dad seeing me naked.

His Dad was naked too. He was just reading a book in bed. The man had a
bare chest, some orange hair on his belly. I couldn't really see is dick in
profile, but he probably wasn't hard. He seemed like it was totally normal
to see Kyle like that.

Kyle didn't even ask for the phone, he reached over his Dad for it. His Dad
grabbed his wrist and he laughed. They immediately started wrestling. It
didn't really take long for his Dad to win, holding Kyle over his shoulder
by an arm and a leg. Kyle was laughing, attempting to tickle the man with
his free hand, but he didn't seem very ticklish.

It was only then that they discussed dinner. Dad wanted his usual, which
Kyle could recite from memory. Kyle took a long time to decide, until his
dad started tickling his balls.from behind, which made Kyle laugh
hysterically. He seemed a lot more comfortable with getting balls touched
than I was.

Once Kyle answered, his dad did this whole q&a thing about whether he was
bothering Bill, whether he was being nice to me, whether he talked to me
about sex ed and so on. Kyle kept giving a bunch of monotonous 'yes'
answers. Then he was given instructions to ask his brother and Alan what
they wanted and plopped down.

Kyle came running out with his Dad's cellphone in hand.

I don't know how I felt about seeing that. I couldn't imagine jumping on
and wrestling any adult, regardless of how much clothes we were
wearing. Kyle didn't say anything to me, he just smiled his toothy grin and
gestured for me to follow. He went to his bedroom next.

Kyle didn't bother knocking this time. He just barged in. Alan was naked,
standing up, cleaning himself with tissues. There really wasn't anything on
him, but his penis was shiny. Even soft, I could tell he was bigger than me
and Kyle. But he's a high schooler so that makes sense. Tall and skinny
with curly black hair cut with a pattern of horizontal lines, he looked
cool. A new peach fuzz moustache topped his pursed lips. He looked rather
annoyed with Kyle but didn't say anything.

Bill was laying on Kyle's bed (and my clothes) looking a bit sticky. White
globs went from his forehead to the base of his dick, where they stood out
the most.

Kyle didn't bother with pleasantries, he jumped on Bill and they started
wrestling. Alan didn't even blink, just started pulling on a sleeveless
black tee with the school mascot on it. It said varsity, he must be good to
make that as a freshman. At least, I'm assuming he was a freshman. High
schoolers seem like they make more friends outside their grade for whatever
reason.

"Are those two always like this?"

"Yeah pretty much. I wish they'd save it for when I'm not around." Alan
pulled up his shorts and underwear in one go.

When Kyle was pinned, it was a simple one, with Bill plastered on top, arms
locking his brother in a half-nelson.

"We're getting Chinese, what do you want?"

"We're going to eat at Alan's house, but you already knew that."

"Dad told me to ask."

"Did he tell you to do this too?"

"You're into it!" Kyle stuck out his tongue.

Bill let him go, started cleaning himself up with tissues. I started to
grab my stuff only to realize that they were sticky too. There wasn't a
lot, it just kinda dripped off Bill's side. I wasn't sure if I should stay
naked or ask to borrow stuff. Bill noticed me looking.

"Heh, sorry. I didn't notice they were there."

Kyle didn't bother cleaning up. He was just tapping out an order on their
dad's phone.

"We messed up your bed too, so we're even."

"Dude, gross."

"Actually, you know what? Not sorry."

Alan walked out the room, fully dressed. Bill kind of hop-stepped catching
up, while pulling on pants, his bare butt giggling a little. Kyle followed
them, still typing. In the living room, he just put on a jacket and shoes
with it. No shirt. No socks. I think Kyle got in trouble for going ultra
commando like that a few times. He zipped up as the door slammed behind
him. I realized I had been staring when Kyle poked me.

"What? You want my bro too?"

I flushed in embarrassment.

"He'd probably say no. Dad told him he's not allowed to. He was in a little
trouble after he almost wrestled you last time."

"What? Really?"

"Yup. We're supposed to stick to guys our own age." Kyle
paused. "Although... if you did, I wouldn't tell." He whispered sneakily.

We went back to the show on the TV. My boner wouldn't go away, in part
because Kyle would try to wrestle me or grab me occasionally.  I wasn't
fighting back much, so he would just do a little and leave it alone. It was
kinda funny. His hands were, sticky from Bill, but I didn't mind.

When the credits started, he crawled on top of me. We didn't wrestle
though. His body was very warm, I liked the feeling of his bare skin on
me. I won't say I liked Bill's sperms, but I got over it. I started
humping, but Kyle stopped me and we went to his room. Under his blankets,
it took me less than a minute. Kyle, a bit longer, I was laughing because
my penis was so sensitive.

Then we just talked for a while, boner to boner, with the mix of sperms
between us. Despite all this crazy stuff, I felt safe with him, somehow.

He told me about his own sexual experiences. He had caught Bill
masterbating one time, when he was 8 and Bill was 10, and he kept annoying
him by trying to catch him again. Bill wasn't supposed to let Kyle see, but
it was hard when they shared a room. Because it was more Kyle being a
peeping tom, more than Bill being careless, he didn't get in trouble. Just
Kyle did, but only a little. It was worth the lost allowances and chores
for months before Bill told their dad it didn't bother him. Then their dad
had a whole long talk with them both about consent and sex ed.

After that, it wasn't allowed exactly, but their Dad said it was their
business if they kept it private. Everyday, when Bill and Kyle came home,
that was their thing. They only got in trouble when they did it in the
living room, or when playing escalated to something sexual.

When Bill started jerking off with friends, things got complicated. One of
Bill's old friends told another friend who basically told the school and it
was a mess. Kyle didn't go into details, but that's when he got a bad
reputation at school and started acting out. Somehow it didn't affect Bill
as much.

Kyle kind of did this thing with me where he demonstrated how he did things
with Bill. Specifically, the way they did it right after sex ed from their
Dad. Talk it through, go slow, ask for consent for each big. Also no
talking about it later with others. It felt a bit silly, we had already
done it twice.

The phone started buzzing then from the living room. Kyle got up and ran to
the door. I followed a minute later, cleaning up with my own underwear. I'd
have to ask about laundry.

Kyle had apparently gone outside naked, and was in a little trouble for
that. No one saw him, but he's supposed to put on clothes or ask someone
else with clothes to do it. His dad was in pajamas. After a short lecture,
he took his bowl to his room and left me and Kyle in the kitchen. I was
grateful for that. I still felt weird being naked if it wasn't just with
Kyle.

We talked more over dinner. It was kind of funny, now that we had almost
had sex a few times, I felt a lot more open to talk about my feelings with
that stuff. I'm still not exactly clear on what counts as sex if what we
did is something else. But it was nice talking about who we thought was
cute, who wasn't. Neither of us were into Nes. Not like he's a bad guy or
anything. Kyle likes that he was cool enough to get naked at the physical.

"I'd totally hang out naked with him, just like hang out though. I wouldn't
kiss him or anything."

Kissing. That kind of made think.

"So is it sex if there's kissing?"

"Kinda. Not really. We can kiss if you want though. I like it."

"Like now?"

"No, haha, let's save that for my room. I got in enough trouble already."

I thought about that. I didn't know if I wanted to kiss Kyle. It sounded
gross. More gross than touching sperms anyway.

"So what is sex? I mean like if we wanted to do it. Not like boys-and-girls
but boy-and-boy?"

"I'd have to put my dick..." Kyle paused dramatically. "-IN YOUR BUTT!"

I couldn't stop laughing. It was so gross and stupid. Kyle was laughing
too. He always laughs at his own jokes. I'm just glad I wasn't chewing food
when he said it. It took a while for us to calm down.

"Seriously though, what makes it sex?"

"I wasn't kidding. It's that."

"THATS CRAZY."

"It's fun. I did it with Bill on my 12th birthday."

Kyle gave me the whole explanation of butt stuff. Plus the details of his
12th birthday. Bill also got in trouble for that too. They got caught
because Kyle was walking funny. But only a little bit because Kyle has
specifically asked for it as a present and Bill had been
reluctant. Apparently the trick is to clean out your butt, use a condom
(some penis balloon thing, idk), and lots of gel or special lotion. It
still sounded crazy to me.

"I'm not doing that."

"It's ok. I figured you wouldn't want to."

"So if we don't exactly have sex, am I still straight?"

That was a whole other explanation. This stuff is confusing.

After dinner, Kyle's dad made us take a shower. I mean we probably needed
it. At least he didn't come out of his room, he just said it kind of loud
and we heard it through the door.

I had never taken a shower with another boy before. Other than, like,
rinsing off after swim class, but that was different. No one really got
naked in there. Except maybe Kyle and a few other guys on a dare. Or lots
of guys would pull their trunks open under the stream. But that was it.

Kyle's bathroom was really nice. The house was small, but the bathroom was
big. The tub and shower was really deep and long. You could easily lay down
in it. Or at least I could at 5'0. Kyle had to prop his head up a bit.

"Don't turn on the water!"

I had turned on the faucet, getting his feet wet, but I hadn't turned on
the showerhead. I wasn't exactly sure how, it was a little different from
mine at home. I turned it off. Kyle asked me to pass him this lotion. It
smelled like oatmeal.

Kyle pumped a bunch of the stuff into his hand and started smearing it over
his privates, belly and thighs.

"Come and lay on me. This is going to feel really good!"

The basic idea was that I would put my penis in between his thighs. Because
of the lotion, it wouldn't get sore. Kyle held me down there, while I held
on his shoulders. The weight made his shoulders a little uncomfortable, but
he said it was fine. It was funny, I made a slippery sort of sound as I
humped him. His hard penis was sandwiched between our bellies and
reflexively pressed into me with each hump. It was so slippery, it was hard
to keep myself from slipping off Kyle.

Warm goo spurted into my belly button with the pressure of a cheap squirt
gun. Kyle was feeling sensitive again, but he let me keep going until I
made my own sperms. I'm surprised I had any left. I had never even
masturbated before today. That's what most guys do, if they don't have a
friend who will do stuff with them. I'm not even sure I would know what to
do, other than hump something.

I laid on him a while. Kyle was so nice and soft. I could have fallen
asleep on top of him. He couldn't fall asleep like that, the tub under him
wasn't that comfy, but he knew the feeling. He said he laid on Bill like
that many times, even when they were little, well before they did any sex
stuff.

"Wanna try kissing?"

"I don't think I can sperm again."

"We don't have to cum again."

"I said, I don't think I-"

"No, I heard you. I said cum. Like c-u-m. That's what you call it when your
dick makes sperms. That's also what you call the sperms too."

"Oh ok. That's not confusing. Like at all."

Kyle smiled, all toothy. "You're funny when you're learning."

"I guess. So how do I kiss? Is it like on TV?"

"Kinda. Come here."

I scooted up, my penis sliding out from his thighs and lifted my hips. I
wanted to flip it pointing up. It was too uncomfortable the other way.
Kyle's breath tasted spicy. I didn't mind, it just did. His tongue went in
my mouth, which surprised me! But it was kind of fun. It moved and darted
around, sliding over my braces. I did the same, a little, but just a little
poke here and there.

Then we paused for breath. It didn't feel sexy exactly, my penis was soft,
despite being covered in, well everything. I wondered if Alan's sperms were
on Kyle at all, or if it was just us other three.

"Are Alan's sperms on you, or is it just us and your brother."

"That's random."

"It's not. I want to know."

"Probably just us three. Alan likes to get head. He hates the mess from
this kind of thing."

"Head?"

Kyle began telling me about oral sex. Which is also almost not-really
sex. People really will just put their penises everywhere.

"I'm not doing that."

"What if I gave you head?"

"I'm not putting your penis in my mouth."

"That's not what it means. It's the opposite."

"Then how is it 'giving' head? Like the sperms would be given to the mouth,
right?"

"I don't know. It just is."

This stuff is so confusing.

"Can I kiss your neck?"

"Umm... Yeah? I guess?"

I don't see why anyone would kiss the neck. There's nothing special about
it. It's not all sensitive and tingly like a penis. Ooooooh boy was I
wrong.

I screwed up my eyes and tilted my head back. This was amazing! If humping
Kyle was like a wave, this was like water falling out of the bucket. All
the feelings were centered on my neck. I twisted and pushed myself into
him, his penis sliding behind me and over my smooth balls. I wanted to kiss
him back, but I'm not sure I could! I at least kept my legs together,
keeping Kyle's penis in touch. He deserves to feel something too. It didn't
take him long, a hot sticky shower rained on my back and my butt. One
squirt at a time. That was enough for me.

This was the hardest I came (cummed?) yet. It was so intense, my vision got
hazy at the edges. I pushed my hips into that perpetually naked boy like my
life depended on it.

I felt so calm and sleepy after that. Everything was perfect. The slippery
warm mix of stuff between us. Kyle's round belly. His strong arms around
me. His fingers smearing his stuff over my back, my butt, my balls in
little circles. His deep breaths rising up under me and releasing.

"You're my best friend."

~~~

I think I fell asleep in there. I woke up to Kyle shaking me a little.

"Hey guy, I got to pee."

"Oh... Yeah. I'll get up."

I watched him quickly slide back and up. Stepping over. His stocky frame
brushing again the shower curtain. His pee was loud, but he talked over it.

"Ahhh... That was close."

"Yeah I wouldn't want you to pee on me."

"Me and Bill did that once."

"What?! Really?"

"Yeah, tried it, like on purpose. It's a sex thing some people like. We
didn't, but it wasn't, terrible or anything. Just weird. I had to rinse off
before I could get hard again though."

"I'm not doing that either."

I had to pee too and followed him out. He stepped behind me, pressing his
sticky front onto my dry back. Then he aimed my penis, I could feel him
grining, his cheek against mine. He made little patterns in the toilet
water. For why? Just because. For Kyle, everything was for having fun with
friends. Whether that was telling jokes at the worst possible time,
stealing random junk or steering a penis. I think like that about him
now. Or at least, I didn't mind.

Showering with Kyle... I never wanted to shower alone again. I was still
kind of sleepy, so Kyle just kind of did all the work. Neither of us got
more than a semi. We were to tired for more sex. I felt his fingers between
my butt cheeks, and that surprised me, it felt good. But I didn't really
pursue that thought.

He carried me to bed. I could have walked just fine, but I think he wanted
to prove he could. He had and arm under each knee and I had my arms around
his neck. If someone had seen us, well I wouldn't have died of
embarrassment. I was too tired for that. But I was happy that his Dad chose
to wait until we were in the bedroom, before I heard him stepping to the
bathroom.

We fell into Bill's bed again. I don't know why Kyle likes it there, but I
didn't think too hard about it. I was curled around him, my semi pressed to
his hip, my thigh over his. It's just a silly idea, but I was thinking that
we might be deeply connected to each other through penises. How could
everything feel so good, if it wasn't important to always be touching one?
I know that's silly, but that's what felt true that night. I fell asleep
listening to Kyle's heartbeat.

~~~

I woke up the next morning in almost the same position. I could hear Kyle
talking through his chest and through the other ear like normal. Bill was
standing over us, naked, arms folded.

"Our beds are basically the same. It's not a big deal."

"It's still. my. bed."

"It might fit three of us." I chimed in with a scratchy voice.

Bill looked at the door, and walked over to shut it.

"I don't wanna get in trouble. Like I'm glad you two had fun but I can't be
touching sixth graders. Except Kyle. And I like older boys anyway."

"I won't tell. And Kyle won't."

"Yeah and Dad won't notice a conga line of coomers stepping out."

Kyle laughed at Bill's joke, but I didn't get it. I felt the sheet rise a
little as Kyle's boner tented it.

"C'mon, let's do it bro!"

Bill slid in. He was heavy. It took some shuffling to get comfortable,
ultimately I was laying on Kyle, with Bill's hard penis pressed between our
bellies.

"Hang on, I'm getting lotion."

Bill slid out.

"So when did Bill get here? I thought he was sleeping over?"

"He did. Just Alan had Saturday practice early in the morning."

"Ah. What time is it?"

"Like 9:30ish."

I felt Kyle grab my penis under the sheet. Then he kissed me, just a quick
kiss on the lips. This was really exciting.

"Hey, Dad saw me getting the lotion."

"Aw crap."

"He said it's ok if your friend is ok with it."

"Really?

"I know. I'm surprised he budged. He was more strict last year."

Bill pushed the sheet back and leaned over, spreading lotion over Kyle's
belly and penis. I felt his balls brushing over me. Because they were more
hairy, they tickled a bit. I ran my hands through the pubes.

The brothers laid out what they wanted to do. They had only done it a
couple times, but they assured me it was the best sex that wasn't quite
sex. Since it was my first time, I got the best spot. Usually Kyle got that
spot. I had to get lotion on both sides. They applied it pretty
generously. Kyle was pretty thorough with my butt, fingers making circles
around my butt hole. I kinda liked it.

The next step was laying on Kyle. Face to face, his hard penis was just
under my balls. Already I wanted to thrust, but Bill was next. He was about
190 lbs. It wasn't easy, but he did try and keep his weight on his arms and
legs. The two brother's penises met between my thighs.

And then they went at it! It was incredible. There was not a single inch of
me that wasn't electric, shining with sweat and happiness. My penis was
dripping over Kyle's smooth, soft belly. He kissed my neck and I cried out!
I spermed already! Couldn't not make noise! So much happening! The penises
slid in-and-out, in-and-out like crazy clockwork. No consistent beat, but
wild and erratic like a school jazz band!

Strong arms, stronger than Kyle's, hugged us both like a vice! I felt so
close to the brothers. This was the wrestling match that almost happened
weeks ago. That maybe should have happened. I don't know. I think some part
of me wanted to touch Bill and Kyle then, but didn't know what or why. The
penises under my balls dripped with cum (it feels weird to call it
that). The hot mixture of lotion, sweat and sperms trickled down.

Hot frequent breaths rushed in my ears, Kyle was sperming. Then Bill. It
was so powerful. Everything slowed down. Bill was kind of heavy, so he slid
off me, painting a line of semen over my hip. I lifted my back a little,
Kyle's penis came free, pointing straight up for a moment, a thin clear
thread of himself drawn between us. Then he pulled me in tight for a
hug. He was so happy he was squirming, rocking us side to side.

I don't think Kyle was ever more beautiful than in that moment. I'll never
forget it.

Bill tentatively hugged us too. His penis, still kinda hard slid between
our bellies. My penis touching Kyle's, touching Bills. I felt that
connection again. I know it sounds stupid. I felt like I perfectly
understood the brothers, their love for each other. And Kyle's love for me.
I think I could call it that now. We laid in a wordless kind of talk.
Everything we had to say was the sperms between us.

"Wanna go again?"

"That's not a terrible idea..."