Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2002 15:03:09 -0400 From: Jamie Haze Subject: DOOBY rhymes with Scooby - Part 2 DOOBY rhymes with Scooby Part 2 By Jamie Haze Dooby suggested that they use the old back roads to get to Tom's house before they left the DuBois driveway because he wanted to drive by the certain someone's house in the off chance he was outside, and Tom could see him, maybe even meet him. "Who is this guy? He must be hot, the way you keep wiggling around." Tom asked but enjoyed watching Dooby's body. Dooby decided the uniform of the day; they wore their new shorts, just shorts, no shirts and certainly nothing under the shorts. The passenger seat belt kept locking to restrain Dooby's movement when he leaned forward and twisted his neck to look Tom in the eyes even though they both wore sunglasses. Dooby giggled and moved again like he was trying to screw himself into the bucket seat. "Someone's name is Christian Dunn, is that a tough name or what? He looks like his name. I like to keep moving so I can feel you sloshing around with breakfast, you know your cum mixing with the eggs and bacon. Are we going to fuck as soon as we get to your house?" Tom winced, "Would it be possible for you to be a little less graphic? Try saying make love or something." "Okay, are we going to make love as soon as we get home? I want you to fuck me doggie style, we haven't tried that yet." Dooby waited for Tom's reaction, almost without giggling. Tom lifted his foot from the accelerator, craned his neck up and looked forward. The Vet slowed dramatically. "Holy shit! Look at that! That couldn't be your Christian Dunn could it?" He asked shaking his head quickly while knowing somehow that it was. A sleek glittering sweat soaked body sprinted along the side of the road, running in the same direction they were going. The body wore high cut running shorts, split on the sides almost to the waistband. The head was topped with light brown hair darkened by wet and made into bouncing ringlets. Long back muscles moved rhythmically, perfectly synchronized with those prominent in his moving arms and long legs. Dooby pulled his sunglasses off and tried to pull himself to his feet with his hands on the top of the windshield. The seat belt held him back, so he reached to the steering wheel and blew the horn as the Vet's nose drew even with the runner. Christian stumbled losing his stride and concentration at the same time. "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!" He screamed before he even looked up to see who destroyed his wind sprint. Dooby giggled, not intimidated by the taller older teenager. "You're lucky we didn't run your sorry ass over you big clumsy lummox! If you want to run stay out of the fucking road! Hey Christian! How's it going? Sorry about the horn, but Uncle Tommy couldn't resist." "ME!" Tom screeched. Christian pressed his legs on the side of the car, reached to Dooby's neck and lifted him. The seat belt fought back. "You little mother fucker!" He laughed when Dooby pounded his wrists, then suddenly went limp in his hands, trying to act unconscious, giggling and making almost legitimate choking sounds before Christian released his hold. He wiped the sweat from his face, then his hand on Dooby's shoulder. His light brown eyes fixed on Tom while he talked to Dooby, "One of these day's shrimp, you're going to the hospital to get my stick out of your ass and the ball out of your big mouth." His eyes left Tom to travel the length of the car. He whistled, "Choice machine, very choice." Dooby agreed with a nod, "Man is it ever. It's my Uncle Tom's. Tommy, this is Christian Dunn." Tom waved; delighted that he still wore his sunglasses. His eyes feasted on the six-foot body of an athlete who probably was good at any sport he tried and still only a junior in high school. It was obvious that Christian had been out running for quite a while, but his breathing was almost normal. Christian acknowledged Tom with a nod, then looked down on Dooby to see Dooby's eyes fixed on the bulge in his soggy shorts. Dooby realized he'd been caught and lifted them to look him in the eye and grin without embarrassment. "What's with you shrimp? You look different, you've changed somehow," he frowned then grinned and deftly plucked Dooby's glasses off his face and settled them on his own nose. He looked down on Dooby again, "Oh, it was just the expensive shades. Freshmen shouldn't be allowed to wear these, but somehow you still look older all of a sudden." He gave the glasses back. "How'd you con your dad out of those?" "Uncle Tommy, Tommy paid for them and I'm," he burst out laughing, "paying him back as soon as I can con the money out of my father." All three of them laughed Dooby the hardest. "Are you almost done, or just starting? It's hard to tell, you sweat just thinking about moving your big ass any faster than a walk." Dooby giggled as his eyes drifted to Christian's shorts again. "I do, do I?" Christian ran his hands over his chest and gut then grabbed Dooby's head and washed his face with his wet hands. We'd be a great team if you could catch a pass as well as you run on the field," he laughed, "and your mouth all the time. Actually I was just getting done with five miles. I like to finish with a sprint from here home. Now since I got interrupted I guess I'll walk. See ya! Nice to meet you Tommy." He started to walk away from the car. "Wait," Dooby called, "we can give you a lift!" He looked at Tom with pleading eyes, "Can't we Uncle Tommy?" Tom nodded and moved the Vet even with Christian again, he was enjoying the constant by play between the two younger boys, and he wanted it to continue. "Sure, hop in. Scoot over Dooby, give the man some room." "I'm soaked, I better walk." Christian shook his head, but stopped walking, waiting to be convinced. "No problem, Dooby won't melt and the upholstery's leather." Tom encouraged while Dooby nodded, released the seat belt and moved so he balanced on the console on one ass cheek to make room. He leaned over to open the door invitingly. "You're sure?" Christian asked with a grin, only after he slipped into the seat and closed the door. Tom answered by popping the clutch and accelerating. Their heads tipped back together from the sudden increase in G-force. Dooby lost his delicate perch and slipped to wedge his little ass between the console and Christian's thigh. He leaned into Christian's chest. The feel of their bare flesh touching in so many places caused Dooby's face to redden. "OOPS!" He intoned in his deepest voice, "Sorry about that." "No problem, here get comfortable. You're no bigger than a lap dog." Christian slipped his hands under Dooby and lifted him then settled him on his thigh so Dooby straddled his leg. Christian winked at Tom, "That's how he made varsity, we needed a mascot. Actually he's really good and he embarrasses the rest of us into keeping up with him." Dooby couldn't resist wiggling noticeably to grind his ass hole into Christian's thighbone, that, or getting a raging hardon. Fortunately it grew pointing up, so it was contained in his shorts. His red face matured to match the Vet's paint. Christen was less than helpful by surrounding Dooby's body with his hands and pulling him back so Dooby leaned against his chest again. He compounded Dooby's blood pressure then by not moving his hands from Dooby's chest and even used an index finger to count the ripples in his taught gut starting from just below the ribcage and working down to his low slung waistband while he stared at the passing countryside. Dooby turned spastic suddenly when Christian's finger got to the cloth tent and the back of his hand brushed, and paused to push very lightly at Dooby's hardon before he moved it back to it's starting point. Dooby put his hand on Christian's exposed opposite leg to steady himself, conveniently too high up. Dooby closed his hand on Christian's cock that by then was straining to get out of the light jock that barely contained it under almost transparent wet running shorts. Dooby snatched his hand away at the same time he felt Christian's heated breath in his ear, "Wow, you've grown up this weekend." He whispered, then giggled softly. Tom drove slowly and erratically very glad they were on a country road at nine o'clock on a Sunday morning. The boys didn't notice that the Vet was all over the road or that Tom couldn't find fourth gear, they concentrated on each other. The second trip Christian's hand made down Dooby's body, he and Tom discovered forth gear at the same time, Tom with a sweaty hand on the shift stick knob and Christian with his palm covering the knob of Dooby's cock standing proud inside his shorts. Christian glanced to the right, "HERE!" He shouted, "We're here, that's, that was my driveway," he said in a normal voice. Tom stomped on the brake while Christian abandoned Dooby's knob to open the door before the car stopped. Dooby dropped to the seat as Christian reclaimed his leg to climb out and slam the door. He started running back down the road. "Thanks for the lift," he called. "Wait, goddamn it!" Dooby stopped him. "You can come with us if you want to, if you aren't doing anything the rest of the weekend." He called to Christian's back, then looked at Tom pleading, "He can can't he?" Tom nodded, "Sure, really you can, we'd enjoy the company!" Tom called out. Christian stopped and half turned back to look at them and grinned after he looked down at himself. His body was in profile. "Thanks, but I better not. You shrimp, better spend the rest of the weekend getting finished growing up. That's how you've changed all of a sudden. Wait for me Tuesday, I'll pick you up." "Huh?" Dooby looked confused. Christian rolled his eyes and shook his head, "DUH! You want to ride the fucking bus or with me to school from now on? See ya! I'll take a rain check on the weekend Tommy, thanks!" He giggled and started running again. Tom and Dooby watched Christian disappear. Tom giggled and returned his cock to his shorts from it's resting place on the inside of his left leg where it was enjoying the air from the time Christian first started feeling up Dooby. Dooby looked down at himself, "Shit, good thing precum washes out. If you ever got to fifth gear it would have been a humongus load. We better get home fast, unless you want to get rude on the side of the road." Tom laid rubber in first and second before he answered. "Holy shit Dooby, he's one in a million. Your father's right, you do have good taste." "Huh?" Dooby stopped rubbing the spot on his shorts. Tom bit his tongue mentally, then reconsidered, "Your father was waiting for me this morning at the bottom of the stairs. We had a little conversation about you. They know." Color drained from Dooby's face. "Know? Know what?" Tom just looked at him. "Oh, already? I guess we were too noisy huh? I thought about that this morning." Dooby frowned, "If they know, how come you're still alive? Wasn't he mad as in kill the pervert who molested me mad?" "I think he would have if it was a shock, but they've known for a year. It was just a question of who you picked for your first time, me, or Christian." He grinned, "I won, and we were." "Were what? "Noisy. You had the smarts to put your bed directly over theirs. They were keeping score at first, but they fell asleep after the third trip to shower. You're fucking bed thunks or something." "A whole year?" Dooby asked weakly. Tom giggled, deciding to lighten the mood. "Yup, a year. It seems you hide your skin mags in that old trunk you thought was full of old clothes. They aren't old, they're seasonal." Dooby looked puzzled. "Meaning that winter stuff goes in and summer stuff comes out, spring and fall get it? Your mother found them last year." "I wonder why I'm still alive? Last month Dad and I were in the mall and we saw two guys holding hands, really old guys like in their thirties, not young like you, I like to jive you about your age to annoy you," Dooby hastened to explain when he saw Tom frown. "You know what I mean. Anyway, Dad mumbled something about fucking queers keeping it in their bedroom, and he doesn't say fuck in front of me very often." Tom shrugged, "Maybe he was sort of suggesting to you that it would be really nice if you didn't like let your hair grow and use makeup, shit like that. Like not go around screaming that you're gay and daring the straights to do something about it, since like it or not they are in the majority." Dooby looked disgusted with Tom's analogy. "Shit! I'd never do that. It's no ones fucking business. Besides, if I ever tried to hold your hand, or Christian's, in public anyway, you'd kill me, and vice versa for that matter." "That's the way I feel too. It's easier to get along with the world by maintaining a low profile. We're jocks and we like jocks. The swishy types even if they're jocks scare me into running away; I wouldn't want to be seen with them. I guess I want to do my thing without getting labeled. Maybe they can't help it, but I'm not sure they aren't acting. Anyway they lose more because of the fucking advertising. Understand?" "Yup." Dooby started to giggle; "Hey did Pop tell you to have this Dutch Uncle conversation with me about the birds and the bees?" Tom laughed, "Nope, except to tell you that they know, and almost understand. You're still their son and they'll support you as long as you don't get into that trunk and start wearing your mom's dresses. The gay birds and bees part was my idea." "So what happens now? What do I do when you drop me off Monday?" Tom shrugged, "I guess just act fucked up like normal. Be yourself and give everyone including you a chance to adjust." He smiled, "There will be one benefit in the next month or so, your dad is going to finish the whole upstairs for you as your bedroom, your private space. BUT, as soon as you get home you have to move that fucked up bed somewhere, anywhere else from where it is now, until they get you a new one." "Really?" Dooby looked amazed; "Will I have a private entrance?" It was Tom's turn to look amazed, "Don't press your luck there. I think they'll want to see whom you invite up there, I mean who actually goes up there with you. Plan on using the regular stairway, and don't get sneaky. You won't get points for sneaky, no secrets, just privacy." "Fuck, who wants to be sneaky if I can invite Christian home for the weekend without grief, or you. There's no one I need to be sneaky with." Tom cocked his head in thought. "Remember, they know about me, but Christian may not like the idea of them knowing about him. If he goes upstairs with you, he's coming out to them, strangers, and your parents. It might take him some time to get used to the idea of them knowing and being assured that your dad won't cut his balls off in mid-stroke." "Oh yeah, I didn't think about the other guy, Christian might insist on sneaky, but there's no point because they already know." "Wrong. All they know is that you've been running your big motor mouth about him. They won't know he's gay until he climbs the stairs with you, especially for a weekend. You better think about starting slowly. Maybe officially he could help you with a course he's already had. Give him a reason to be in your bedroom other than fucking." Dooby giggled, "Now who's being fucking graphic? That's gross Tommy, you could have said I'm having trouble with sex education," he snapped his fingers excitedly, "or maybe he is and I'm helping him, since I'll know almost everything there is to know after this weekend." Tom nodded and laughed, "Of course as a jock, you know you can never get in too much practice." Tom turned on to a major highway and started to pass a big vacant discount department store surrounded by a huge empty parking lot. He impulsively signaled and turned into the lot wearing a shit-eating grin by the time he stopped and shut off the ignition. "Why are we stopping here? Aren't we kind of in a hurry?" Dooby looked down at himself, "At least one of us is." Tom climbed out of the car and looked down on Dooby. "We can rush home and fuck, or spend some time here teaching you how to drive. You pick." "REALLY? Drive this? Are you fucking nuts? I pick this, we have all weekend to MAKE LOVE!" Dooby corrected Tom at the top of his lungs while he scooted around the back of the Vet to slowly, almost reverently settle into the driver's seat. Tom got in the passenger side and closed the door. He was about to make a caution and safety speech, but Dooby beat him to it. "Now Uncle Tommy, this is serious business, this is a very expensive driving machine, and with me behind the wheel there will be no fucking around, no jokes, none. Is that crystal clear? If you forget and get funny the lessons end, but if you behave and pay attention, I'll let you teach me whenever I want. Do we have a deal?" Dooby offered Tom his hand. They shook, "Is that how you were going to start me out?" Tom nodded and laughed, "Yup, you said it all, except for that last bit, I'll have to think about that. Let's just see how lesson one goes first. Okay, start her up." Tom inadvertently created a monster. Dooby argued that they should continue after an hour. They stopped when Dooby was stopped at an imaginary stop sign and signaling a left turn. He looked right, then left at the front fender of a police cruiser stopped alongside them. The cop saluted them with a smile, "Driving lessons?" He asked. Tom grinned, "Yes sir. Is it okay here on private property? I didn't think about that before we started." The cop shrugged, "I don't see whoever owns this joint complaining. This is the safest place to learn. Better here than on the road. You're doing great son, keep up the good work." He waved again then drove off. Dooby wiped his forehead, "Damn, I just about shit when I saw that word 'POLICE' on the fender. That's enough for the day let's go home." "They always have the same effect on me too." Tom agreed Tom's new house was invisible from the road because of a bend in the driveway through a small woodland. He grinned at Dooby's reaction when they got to the open meadow. "Holy shit Uncle Tommy, what a bachelor pad. It's fucking huge. He anticipated Tom's plan to wash the Vet. "Leave it out so I can wash it. I don't want to be seen driving a machine like this all covered with bug shit." He grinned, "But later, I want to check out your bedroom. Driving this thing gives me a hardon," he looked into Tom's lap and giggled, "just like you. Driving it a whole day must be a bitch." Tom looked down at himself and giggled, "Actually, you're to blame for this, come on in, you're the first person to see the inside other than my mom. It's too bad your dad didn't have time to build it for me, I would have liked that, but the guy he recommended did a good job." Tom led the way from the garage into the kitchen area. Then they stood in the great room. Dooby looked around long enough to get his bearings, then made a beeline for a hallway on the opposite wall Tom grinned and followed. He caught up to Dooby in the master bedroom, already naked, sitting like an Indian in the center of the king size bed, grinning. "Too bad you ran out of money before you finished it, but it's tough so far." Tom looked around with a frown, "Okay, I'll bite, what didn't I finish?" "The bathroom wall." Dooby pointed to an open alcove. The bedroom carpet ended abruptly and tile began. Two steps up led to a large spa tub with a large window behind it that looked out on an almost finished terrace and the newly mowed meadow beyond. Opposite the tub was a counter with double sinks, and in the back corner there was an open shower with two showerheads, one on each opposing wall. "You certainly don't expect me to take a shower with you watching from here in bed, and I don't see a john come to think of it." Tom opened a door to reveal the toilet. "I admit it's different, but I like it, it's convenient. Since you don't, the guest room is back here, that bath room is more conventional." Tom turned to Dooby. He'd lost interest in the bath area of the big comfortable room. He was stretched out on the bed playing with his cock, while he watched what he was doing and Tom in the mirrored wall opposite the side of the bed. Tom abandoned his shorts in the doorway. Dooby turned to him at the moment Tom jumped on the bed. He opened his arms and spread his legs at the same time. Tom rested his weight on Dooby's lighter body. They kissed while Dooby wormed a hand between their bodies to guide Tom. He broke the kiss. "Damn lift up a second." Tom shook his head. "Later, now that we're home, we'll get you all nice and clean first. I was thinking that we haven't tried sixty-nining yet. Then we can wash the Vet. By then it'll be time for lunch. I was thinking of ordering a pizza." Dooby ceased the struggle with his hand and frowned, "Just one? What are you going to eat?" "Okay two, but I'm still going to try to drain you out this afternoon, so I don't want to over eat, that is if you're sure you don't want to try being on top?" Dooby pushed Tom unexpectedly. Tom flopped to his back and Dooby swung his body around, lay back down alongside Tom and gobbled him in his mouth. Tom lifted himself to one elbow and lowered his head just as Dooby lifted his. "Tommy?" He asked softly. "After I come, don't swallow right away. Wait for me to get you off and then let's kiss to mix it around together before we swallow, okay?" To answer, Tom started thrusting into Dooby's fist, since Dooby continued his pelvic motion while he asked. He knew if he answered verbally, he was very likely to get a blast in his face. Dooby hadn't come for over three hours. Tom held him securely in his fist when Dooby's movements became frantic a few minutes later. The thought of swirling Dooby's cum around in his mouth with his tongue was enough for him to pump himself into Dooby's willing mouth. They pulled away together and both sat up at the same time. Their lips joined and they opened their mouths wide. Their tongues danced for a minute before they swallowed together. "Wow!" Tom puffed after a moment, "That was different, really sensual maybe you should be the teacher." Dooby giggled, "I'm just trying to see if it's true." "What's true?" Tom asked suspiciously. "The bit about teaching old dogs new tricks!" He laughed, pushed himself away before Tom could grab him and ran to the doorway before he stopped waiting for Tom to chase him through the house. Tom shook his head and laughed, "It seems like you broke the truce Harold. It's war now and I'll win because I don't really get as bent out of shape by being called old, as you do when someone uses your name Harold! So there Harold! I'm not chasing you because when I caught you we'd probably have to get it on again and we'll never get around the washing the Vet, or getting pizza for lunch." Tom walked into his closet and came out with a fist full of Speedos. "Here these are all your size. Put one on and let's get to work. I'll reinstate the truce until the Vet is done, if you work hard and do a good job, maybe I'll continue it." Tom enjoyed seeing Dooby wince each time he said Harold. "Okay, deal, I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist. Twenty three isn't really old, you can sure still fuck like a rabbit." Tom winced at that, "That was a compliment I think. Thanks." He pulled on a speed suit and waited for Dooby to pick out a color he liked. Dooby found one that was smaller than the others, all twenty-sixes, "Hey, this one's a twenty-four." He pulled it up his legs, and watched himself in the mirrors as each time he pulled the back up far enough to cover his crack, just barely, the front was pulled down to just expose the upper limit of his pubes. He reached in to arrange his cock and balls. Since his balls already occupied the available pouch area, he compromised by allowing his cock to point to his left thigh. He rubbed his white belly and pulled at his almost invisible bush. "Damn blond hair, I always look bald. I think I'm going to work on getting an all over tan this summer so my hair stands out." "It's really tight and sexy, there's sure nothing left to the imagination. Good thing we're behind the trees, if you wore that in public you'd get arrested for being naked." Tom laughed while Dooby posed for him. "You dare me to go naked now? I will if you say it's all right." Dooby looked hopeful. Tom shrugged he liked the idea of going naked outside, "I guess we can in the back on the terrace or down in the field, but the garage is on the side of the house. You'd be seen if someone came through the trees, and I'd get arrested for corrupting the morals of a minor." The Corvette washing quickly degenerated into a combination water and soap fight. Dooby used enough soap in the bucket to wash a bus. The soap was in a squeeze bottle, and when Tom complained, Dooby shot the concentrate on his chest and bathing suit. When Tom tried to wash the soap off, he quickly looked like a walking scrubbing bubbles advertisement. Dooby laughed and kept his distance, until Tom ignored the suds on his body and started to actually wash the Vet. Dooby came to help. He squatted to wash a wheel when Tom dumped the whole bucket over his head. Dooby jumped Tom and they wrestled on the grass until they noticed that the Vet was starting to dry without being rinsed, then they ignored the soap drying on them and started to work on the car seriously. "Hi!" A froggy voice hailed them from the driveway ten minutes later. They turned together. Tom thought he recognized the boy as a neighbor who lived a half mile down the road and could frequently be found in the middle of the road practicing tricks on his BMX bicycle. The boy was sitting on his bike with the front wheel turned sideways and his feet on the peddles, he was neatly balanced with his arms folded across his chest. "Hey, hi. You live down the road don't you?" Tom asked, "Let's see your last name is O'Donnell? Something like that. Jewish right?" Tom grinned at the change of expression. Dooby just stared. "My name's Conner, Cory Conner. It's Irish of course you were just trying to piss me off. I know that. Your name is Tom Paterson. Nice house, but nicer car. I watched them build this. I like construction. I'd like to design houses someday." Dooby perked up when the kid said he liked construction and architecture. He tossed the sponge to Tom and walked to Cory to offer his hand. He forgot he was nearly naked. "Dooby DuBois, Dooby rhymes with Scooby. Hi, I'm Tommy's cousin. My dad's a builder. He just does mansions and shit for people with money interested in quality. He charges the shit out of them, but they get what they want. Cool wheels you got there, you must be good. You don't happen to play Lacrosse do you? I brought two sticks, maybe we could past the ball around for a while." He paused for breath and looked hopeful. Cory stepped off his bike and carefully lowered it to the driveway. He stood up and giggled up at Dooby's surprised expression. Cory was just over five feet tall while Dooby was five-nine. "Don't say it, my dad is five-four, but my mom is five-seven so there's still hope. I'm pretty good on my bike, very good at Playstation, and you probably can't beat me in a chess match. Obviously I never played Lacrosse, but I'd like to try it if you show me how, I'm a fast learner." Dooby was shaking his right hand as if he hurt it somehow. He grinned, "That's cool, but you don't shake hands like a nerd." "Oh I work out a lot, I told you there was still hope, and I wrestle, ninety-eight pound," he looked up and down Dooby's body, "and if you don't wrestle I can probably pin you in under three minutes. If you did wrestle, you'd probably be a state champ in your weight class," Cory qualified the compliment, "that is if you put on a little muscle." He giggled again at Dooby's dumbfounded look. Tom joined them laughing; he shook Cory's hand. "Right on neighbor, you put motor mouth down fast and furious." Cory was dressed in baggy shorts that stopped below his knees and large sweatshirt. "Thanks neighbor, but I wasn't trying to put anyone down, just trying to show Dooby that my mind works as fast as his." He reached up suddenly placed a hand on each bare chest and pushed them away from him, he complained laughing, "You tall guys get me all out of scale and I'm working on my tan, you're making shadows." Then he looked at the partially washed, abandoned Vet, "Can I help you finish up? Then you can teach me how to play Lacrosse, but I warn you, I play to win." Dooby tilted his head and grinned, "Wearing all those clothes, you're asking, no, begging to get wet. Uncle Tommy really gets sloppy, and he likes to pick on me." He snapped his fingers, "Want to change? He's got loads of these suits from when they actually fit him." "Now who's picking?" Tom asked. "Someone better help, if this soap dries it might not come off without wrecking the paint, plus of course there wouldn't be anymore driving lessons." Dooby started running into the garage, "Come on Cory!" His voice echoed. Cory shrugged and ran to catch up. In Tom's bedroom, Dooby pawed through the small jumble of Speedos lying on the bed. Cory looked around and whistled his appreciation of his surroundings. "Holy shit what a pad! All Tom would have to do to get someone in that bed is bring them in here. All the mirrors, the fireplace, the spa, and that fucking huge television up high so you could watch it without sitting up in bed." "Yeah, all that occurred to me too when I first saw this room. Damn, I'm wearing the smallest suit and I guess there's only one. These others would fall off you." Cory smirked without looking at the sizes. "I could probably keep it up." "You can wear this one, I'll wash it in the shower, that is if you don't mind putting it on wet." Dooby didn't wait for Cory to answer. He walked to the bath area and turned on both showers, then pushed the small suit off and started to wash the soap out of it. "It may be used, but it sure will be clean." He held it under the spray then twisted it, keeping his back to the bedroom. He was hoping Cory would strip and join him. He wanted to see his little body naked. From the moment he first looked at Cory's freckled face, framed by long dark hair, he had to concentrate to keep from getting a hardon. The degree of difficulty kept multiplying as Cory shook his hand with strength then said he was an athlete, a good one, without bragging, a brain, again without bragging and that he worked out. Then there was the exotic attraction of his diminutive height. The second shower shut off; Cory's hip bumped Dooby's thigh. "No point in wasting water," he said softly. Cory's voice was deep and it always came out sounding like he needed to clear his throat or he was gargling, husky, sex charged. Dooby was losing it, his cock was fully elongated and was beginning to rise, his washing and wringing became nervous and jerky. He felt a hand on his back, then two. "You're covered with soap, all slippery. I'll wash it off, get under the water further." Cory worked his strong hands like twin buffers starting with Dooby's shoulders. They worked up and down his arms, then cris-crossed his back, moving slowly and steadily down to his ass before he hesitated. Dooby was panting. "Something wrong? There's soap there too." Cory started his hands moving again, less efficiently, more sensually. They played near Dooby's crack. "Maybe you can tell, I'm kind of a first timer, I'm a little scared. Not that I haven't wanted to, do this I mean, in the shower, with one or two other guys on the wrestling team, your size but older. Back then I wanted someone my age, not so superior like them just taller and with a super body." Dooby spread his legs, he hoped the invitation was clear enough, it was. A finger brushed his pucker. "I watched you and Tommy wrestling from the trees." He chuckled, "You have some interesting holds. I thought he was going to nail you right there on the lawn. He has a great body, so do you, I got so hard; I had to wait to calm down. Will Tom be jealous if he catches us doing this? I couldn't believe it when you said come in and change, but he was grinning when I ran to catch you." Dooby started giggling naturally as he turned around, he didn't look down immediately because he assumed he'd see a hard cock in scale with the size of Cory's body and it didn't matter. The exciting thing to him was suddenly discovering someone else his own age, a gay and a virgin who wanted him or Tom to dispose of the problem. "Nope. He's happy. He wants me to find friends my own age. He's my teacher, he was chicken at first, and I had to put the make on him, like I knew what I was doing. He's experienced, but only with one guy before me, his college roommate. I don't know how they ever got any studying done, except for sex education. He looked down when Cory screwed up enough nerve to touch his cock. He looked lower. His eyes bugged out, "Jesus H. Christ! Holy shit! Where the fuck did you get THAT?" He bent over as if he was in pain and squeezed his ass cheeks together. "Holy shit! Can I touch it? How big is that? Man when they were handing out cocks you were standing in the thoroughbred stallion line." Cory was on the verge of tears. "I, I was kind of afraid you would say that. I'm sorry it scares you. Half the fucking school calls me the walking cock, you know, from gym and the wrestling team, they all talk." Dooby saw how upset Cory was by his jokes. "Hey chill out, I was just joking." Cory backed away. Dooby reached out, grabbed and pulled him back in close. "Can I hold it?" He asked again. "You already are," Cory giggled. "Oh yeah, I am." Dooby dropped to his knees. His eyes bugged out a second time. "Goddamn," he said softly, clearly amazed, "the Big Guy gave you matching nuts. If these work like my normal sized pair, you're packing a cum factory. Let's see." Dooby opened his mouth, then put his hands on Cory's hips and pulled him closer and closer. Cory massaged his neck and shoulders more and more frantically. Dooby tried, but couldn't swallow Cory's entire length. When Cory's hands clutched the back of his wet head, Dooby pulled back and held the turgid head in his mouth. Cory's first load didn't spurt like his and Tom's, it flowed, and flowed before it trickled. Cory managed one long, "Ohooooooo," his knees failed. Dooby held him up with a hand under each small muscular cheek, until even the trickle stopped. Cory found strength in his eagerness to reciprocate. He lifted Dooby to his feet with his hands under Dooby's arms. "My turn!" He rasped excitedly and dropped to his knees. He got Dooby in his mouth and began to move his head. "DOOBY, ARE YOU GUYS COMING OR WHAT'S THE STORY?" Tom's voice echoed through the house. Dooby moaned and started pumping himself into Cory's mouth. "YES!" He answered in a strangled scream. He giggled and panted to Cory, "We better get a move on, I don't want to piss the old guy off. He's also teaching me how to drive the Vet. Oh, and don't call him old, he isn't really but when I jive him about it, he calls me by my real name." "What is your real name?" Cory asked while he pulled on the soggy little Speedo, then experimented with the best position for his cock. Dooby covered his mouth and mumbled. "What?" "It's Harold," Dooby answered resigned to allowing Cory to know and kicking his ass mentally for bringing up the subject. "If you call me that," he spit, "I'll kick your ass wrestler or not," he warned with a frown. Cory burst out laughing, "That's a cool name compared to mine." "There's nothing wrong with Cory it's not nerdy like mine." "My real name's Courtney." Cory waited for Dooby to laugh. Dooby shrugged, "That a cool name. What's wrong with that?" Cory looked pained; "There's a girl in my class, ever since kindergarten in fact, that's her name too." "Oh, I see the problem." Dooby put out his hand, "Okay, between us, there's no Harold and no Courtney. Deal?" Cory pumped Dooby's arm before they did a high and low five then bumped hips together to seal their pact. "Deal!" Dooby turned to the doorway with his arm around Cory's shoulders, and caught a towel in the face. Tom threw another at Cory but missed because he disappeared behind Dooby. "I washed it and I rinsed it. The price for pizza is you two birds wipe it down. I'm going to shower, dress and call in the order. If you aren't finished when they get here, you eat it cold." Dooby giggled, "Okay Uncle Tommy! You don't need to cop an attitude. But first, you just gotta see this." He twisted his neck and looked down laughing, "Come on out, there's no point in hiding it, he's going to see it anyway." He pulled Cory's arm until Cory stood in front of him facing Tom. "Holy shit Cory!" Tom stared. Dooby cracked up, "That's what I said! And look, he's even got the balls to match." Cory turned scarlet from Dooby's comments and more so from having Tom's eyes on him. He also felt his cock hardening. He'd pointed it down and bent it around his balls inside the little suit. As it gained solidity it straightened and pulled the tiny suits' waistband down and away from his body revealing his neat mound of black curls. "Damn guys this is embarrassing, I'm not a freak, just a little over hung." He protested weakly. Dooby sank to his knees and went myopic, inspecting Cory's taught belly from a few inches away. "You may as well get over it," he scolded. "It's not going away and everyone's going to stare until they get used to the idea. I just noticed your damn pubes. Look Uncle Tommy, they're already up to his belly button, I wish mine would get that far, man that's neat." He gave Cory's cock a gentle squeeze through the thin material, "I can hardly wait to feel this bad boy in action, and I need to practice giving you head, but first if we want lunch we better get our asses in gear." He stood up, got behind Cory and steered him out the door with his hands on the smaller boy's shoulders, leaving Tom to watch them still in shock, speechless and painfully hard. Tom calmed down under the needle spray of his shower but thought of how dramatically his sex life had changed in less than twenty-four hours. He'd gone from being resigned to marriage with his fist, to his hard bodied insatiable cousin Dooby and suddenly he was looking forward to experiencing Cory with his athletic doll-like body, a ten or eleven inch cock and baseballs for nuts. It also appeared to Tom that beautiful little Cory was just as interested in him since he continued to stare at Tom's body in general and his Speedo in particular. Dooby eyed Cory while they dried and polished Tom's Vet, "You know you have a fantastic body, you should use it to advertise. There's nothing wrong with having a big dick. I'd love to have one just like it. I'd never wear those baggy clothes. I'd wear regular jeans and shorts. No one would notice how tall you are. I'd walk proud with my head up, and let my pants do the talking. If someone called you the walking cock thank him and laugh while you stare at his and shake your head. Shit, you'd have to fight off the guys, you could certainly pick and choose who you wanted to fuck around with." Dooby giggled, "You'd even have to fight off the girls unless you came out to the whole school and I wouldn't advise that, then you'd have the bible thumpers and the redneck assholes after you. Nope, low profile and ostentatious display is the way you should go." He concluded. They stood back to admire the gleaming Corvette. Dooby rested his arm on Cory's shoulders. Cory leaned into him and put his arm around Dooby's waist. "I have regular clothes, I just never wear them. Maybe I'll try jeans on Tuesday, just to see what happens." Dooby's busy mind switched gears, "Hey I told you I brought two sticks, you want to pass the ball around for a while now? Then you can show me some moves on your bike." "Sure," Cory looked back at where he left his bike it was gone. He frowned. Dooby nudged him and pointed. Tom moved the bike into the garage. It rested against the wall alongside the Tahoe. "Maybe Uncle Tommy's telling you something, like that's where it should be parked when you come over from now on," he suggested while he opened the Vet's trunk to get out the Lacrosse sticks and a bag of balls. He closed it carefully. "How long can you stay?" "Huh?" "Tonight, how long can you stay before your parents start looking for you?" "Oh," Cory grinned and blushed, then giggled, "actually all weekend if I can, I mean if Uncle Tommy let's me. I live with my mom we're divorced. She has a boy friend and she doesn't want me to know they've been fucking around for months. She won't let him stay over, so they go away. I always forward calls from our home phone to my cellphone in case she calls to check on me." His grin widened, "I never thought that would come in handy until just now." Dooby handed Cory his new stick and raced him to the back of the house to the middle of the sloped lawn. He looked back and up at the house, "Hey this is private just like Uncle Tommy said." He dropped his stick and the ball bag then pushed his suit off. "I'm going to get an great all over tan this summer. I just decided, I'm going naked when I'm here, and after I get home, whenever I go in the pool." He shrugged, "Uncle Tommy just told me my folks know, I don't care about my older brother and my little sister barges into the bathroom all the time if she thinks I take too long. The baby slut likes looking I think." He picked up his stick then looked at Cory, "Well?" He asked grinning. Cory played stupid, "Well what? I can't catch a ball until you throw it." Dooby struck a pose and giggled, "You're new to this game. The Indians invented it and they always played it naked, so that's how we should play it here, kind of the purist version. You gonna peel that suit off, or do I have to take it off you?" Cory backed away; "If we wrestle out here in the open things will happen that I want to happen, just not out here." "Well then get naked and we won't wrestle, plus if we're naked, we'll embarrass the shit out of Uncle Tommy so he'll get naked too. He's still uptight about doing shit with me, so we'll really have to work together to get him into bed with both of us." Cory grinned. When Tom walked out on the terrace carrying three pizza boxes forty-five minutes later, his jaw dropped. The boys were running, zigzagging across the field from thirty to fifty feet apart. Both were naked, and both had fallen under the spell of competition. They adroitly passed the ball back and forth, but each made the other work to catch it in the cross successfully. While he watched, Cory passed to Dooby, high and in front of him. He leaped up and forward, caught the ball, and then before he landed on his face he tucked and rolled. Tom was amazed to see him pass the ball back to Cory from his back. The ball was high and fast, Cory jumped straight up and caught it, then winged a line drive straight at Dooby's body. When they got to the tree line, they turned and ran back. They called compliments and hooted derision back and forth. Cory missed most often and Dooby shouted suggestions along with his boos. They were incredibly beautiful. He put the pizzas on a table and sat down to watch them for a few minutes, before he damned the pizza for getting cold. He called them reluctantly. They ran up to Tom laughing and pushing each other, both bodies streamed sweat. "Wow, that was some kind of workout, you'll need to shower again." The boys pulled chairs close to him and the first pizza began to disappear. Dooby grinned lecherously, "Yeah we know, we will after we eat and get you out there with us. We want to get you all nice and sweaty too. Then in the shower you can get us all nice and clean everywhere so we don't have to keep taking showers again all afternoon." He nudged Cory, "Of course first, you need to get naked. We passed a new rule; everyone goes naked the rest of the weekend. Do we de-pants you or are you going to obey?" Tom grinned, "Don't I get a vote?" Cory giggled and nodded, "Yup, we knew how you'd vote, so we voted for you, the majority rules, you snooze, you lose, sorry about that, two to one." Tom smiled, shrugged and pushed his shorts off. "There. No hassle, satisfied?" Dooby decided to push his reluctant conservative cousin to see if Tom would indulge him in a fantasy. He frowned, "Nope, not quite. We also voted to make you our sex slave for the weekend. You have to do whatever we want." The idea intrigued Tom, "How'd I vote on this motion?" "Sorry you lost this one too," Cory grinned with his eyes on Tom's lengthening cock. Tom saw two hopeful grinning faces. Dooby was nodding his head, willing him to agree. Cory was more reticent. "Sorry guys, but we're all just too new at this. Everything is happening too fast. Maybe later sometime if we're still fooling around after we get to know each other, and you guys decide what you like to do, and more importantly who you really want to do it with, then we'll talk about it." Dooby shrugged, "It was worth a try." He opened the second box. "These are great pizzas, they're just too small." Cory looked disappointed for some reason. Tom asked, "Is something wrong Cory?" Dooby answered for him, "I told him all the trouble I had getting you to cooperate at first. He's worried that you won't want to be his first that's all. You know like fuck him without a rubber." He chewed, and happily talked with his mouth full. "Of course I get the grand prize. He's going to fuck me with THAT!" Tom rolled his eyes. Cory turned red and studied his lap. "Goddamnit Dooby, only your stomach is as big as your mouth." He squeezed Cory's arm and leaned into his ear. "I'll be your slave this weekend if you're worried," he whispered. Cory brightened and smiled, "Thanks Uncle Tommy, it's important." Cory and Tom took turns using Dooby's old, slightly bent aluminum stick after Tom and Dooby argued a minute. Tom told him that he needed to get used to its different weight and feel while he and Cory were just having fun. Whichever of them didn't have the stick, they ran behind the other to catch or run after missed balls. They played for an hour before they all needed a break. Dooby collected the balls and brought them with both sticks in the house. He got them sodas while Tom and Cory policed the table on the terrace. The empty pizza boxes were so clean, except for grease spots; they could have been reused. They found Dooby and their sodas in Tom's bedroom. He had both showers running and was enjoying one of them. "It's about time," Dooby scolded. "School is in session," he pointed to the bed and giggled nervously, "I got the classroom ready." He stripped the bed of everything but the bottom sheet and pillows. Tom and Cory stared at the bed, then looked at each other. Their erections grew to match Dooby's. Cory took Tom's hand shyly and tugged him to the shower. "Now Uncle Tommy, show us how to get inside clean, we already know how to do the outside." Tom blushed and went to the cabinet under the sinks. Dooby and Cory crowded him to look wide-eyed at the three small disposable enema bottles he held after detouring to open the door that concealed the toilet. "This might seem gross at first, but it's worth doing." He looked at his eager cousin, "Later, like if you and Christian really hit it off, getting your lover ready is like a really sensual experience, part of foreplay. Scott and I took turns with each other because I made him. He liked the bottom best, but I like both, so we switched days during the week to humor me, then on weekends I let him be my pussy because he liked getting it so much." He paused to allow the boys to digest that. Dooby frowned, "I don't know what Christian likes. If Scott was the damn quarterback and liked getting it, maybe I should be prepared, just in case." He stroked himself carefully, "Wow, I always thought a stud like him would just automatically be on top." He looked hopefully at Tom, "Can I try it tonight with you so I know what it's like, just in case." Tom pulled Dooby against his body and kissed him. "I'd like that very much all night if you want." Cory gently tugged at Tom's arm to get his attention, "Uncle Tommy? Would, would you, would you kiss me like that?" He stammered. Dooby pushed Tom away and into Cory. Cory wrapped his arms around Tom; pulled him close then lifted his head with his eyes closed. Tom lifted him off the tile and closed his legs to squeeze Cory's iron hard cock snuggled tight under his balls. Their first kiss lasted and lasted. Dooby watched them and waited. Finally he tapped both their shoulders politely. "Excuse me lover boys, I just wanted to remind you that I'm here too. Can we try a three way kiss?" Tom pulled him close with one arm while he still held Cory with the other. Dooby used an arm to help. Their lips came together sort of, their tongues fought briefly before Dooby pulled away. "So much for that. Maybe the odd man should just suck someone's cock." He snapped his fingers as if he just had a revelation, "I know," he giggled, "I'll suck my own." He lay on the wet tiles on his back and flipped back to his shoulders with his feet over his head. "Betcha you can't do this," he giggled again before he took the head of his cock in his mouth." Cory laughed, "How much?" He sat down alongside Dooby with his legs out straight. "I've been doing this since, since ever." He simply bent down and gobbled in a couple of inches. Tom roared, "You fucking guys are a trip." He waved one of the bottles so Dooby could see it; "Since you're down there, with that tight little ass in the air." He didn't finish his sentence. He inserted the nozzle and squeezed before he warned Dooby, "You best be ready to run, this works pretty fast." Dooby spit himself out of his mouth. He was about to complain before his expression changed suddenly. His crossed his eyes and sat up as his heels hit the tiles, "Holy shit! Fast? Get out of my way you guys!" He got to his feet and ran for the toilet. Tom had Cory get on his hands and knees, but waited until Dooby reappeared after he flushed looking satisfied and very pleased with himself. He bowed to Cory as he ran by. Tom handed Dooby his bottle refilled with water. "Here rinse yourself," he grinned, "I told you it was fast." Dooby hefted the bottle, "I thought you said something about this being a sensual experience? It sure hasn't been so far," he grumped wearing a sour expression. Tom laughed and shook his head, "If we were alone it would've been, but this is a lesson, so it's clinical." "Clinical my ass!" He giggled and started to insert the nozzle, but looked at the closed toilet cubical door. "I'll just wait until Cory gets out of there," he mused. When Cory reappeared Dooby used the contents of his bottle, then drifted toward the toilet, just before he closed the door he called back, "Don't hurry Cory, I see Uncle Tommy has 'Car and Driver' in here and there's a good article on Corvettes. Later!" Tom didn't hear Dooby; his attention was on Cory's erection as he walked slowly closer staring at the floor, looking like a blushing bride. Tom pulled Cory into his arms, he whispered, "Let's go into the guest room, with you the rest of this should be sensual as promised." Cory didn't bother to look around the conventional bathroom. He couldn't see anything or anyone but Tom when they weren't making out. Tom waited for him under the shower while he sat on the toilet after the second treatment. He turned Cory to face the wall with his legs spread and knelt behind him. Cory shivered when Tom slipped a finger in him easily, then another and another he worked them in and out slowly. "This is unscented massage oil." Tom explained softly, "It's not too slippery," he impulsively withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. Cory moaned and leaned forward to hold himself up with his hands on the wall. "And it's also edible," he added after a few minutes. "We better find the bed, if I can walk." Cory turned and bent down to kiss Tom while he was still kneeling, he moaned again, enjoying Tom's slippery, oily lips. They went through the motions of drying each other while their lips remained connected, then Tom carried Cory in his arms back to his bedroom. Dooby was stretched out on the bed on his back, with his hands clasped behind his head. Dooby smiled when he saw them. He remained serious, "Now that was sensual, I peeked. Ignore me, just do your thing together, and I'll just watch, but after you finish Uncle Tommy don't plan on taking any nap while you're still in him, because I need some too." Tom nodded. He placed Cory on the bed as if he was a pagan priest placing a sacrifice on an altar stone, flat on his back with his arms stretched, held by imaginary cords. He moved to the foot of the bed and spread weak legs as wide as they would go. He knelt on his knees between them. Cory's cock was so engorged with blood the skin on the shaft and head glistened. The head rested at his ribcage oozing precum, too heavy to lift to meet Tom's mouth. Tom leaned forward and down until Cory could feel his warm breath on his cock and was surprised when he felt it rise, only an inch, then quiver in anticipation. It was enough. Tom took the head in his mouth without using his hands, then sat up enough so it was vertical, before he very slowly lowered it again and the shaft began to disappear. Cory's hand closed on Dooby's arm. He pulled Dooby closer. They kissed when Dooby's head was in range. Cory's hand moved down Dooby's body and closed on his cock with a vise like grip. He tugged gently at first and when Dooby didn't move fast enough, forcefully enough for Dooby to demonstrate how agile his lithe body really was, until Dooby found himself curled around Cory's head with his shoulders jammed against the beds' headboard and his cock buried in Cory's throat. Dooby used his new vantage point to watch his cousin swallow Cory completely. Dooby's hips moved of their own volition forcing Cory to kiss his delicate white gold mound of soft hair repeatedly. Tom lifted his head to a more comfortable point in his throat before he began to bob using his back muscles. Cory came without warning. His small body bucked, Tom pulled back so he could taste and swallow, while Dooby yelped when Cory's teeth closed on him accidentally. That was enough for him to spasm. He made sure Cory didn't need to swallow in retribution. Dooby had to pull out and move quickly out of the way of Cory's intruding feet when Tom abandoned his still dribbling cock and lifted his legs forcing them down to touch his own shoulders. Dooby obligingly held Cory's ankles. When Cory's virgin pucker was exposed, vulnerable and waiting, Tom used fingers of both hands to stretch the unwilling muscle before he spit in the temporary opening. Then immediately replaced his fingers with his cock head. Dooby grinned, "You're getting fucked with your own cum," he whispered to answer Cory's puzzled frown. Cory nodded imperceptibly and smiled beatifically. Tom leaned down and forward sinking deeper into Cory as he moved. He kissed Cory lightly, then asked anxiously, "You okay?" He remained motionless above the small body until Cory smiled, nodded and pulled Tom's weight down on his legs with his arms and sucked Tom's tongue into his mouth. Tom started to move, slowly and carefully at first, until Cory tried to lift his hips to meet each thrust. He went to his toes and elbows to give Cory the freedom he wanted. Cory then struggled to free his legs, caught between Tom's arms. Tom rocked his weight to one side, then the other lifting each elbow. Cory wrapped his legs around Tom's waist, then with leverage, met each of Tom's down thrusts halfway and Tom's weight drove Cory back into the mattress. Dooby decided he didn't really want to be ignored, and made his cousin spread his legs with a hard knee. He got between them then hunkered down for a close examination of the action. He spread Tom's cheeks. Tom's pucker was nondescript, almost invisible, none the worse for wear considering the frequent pounding his roommate quarterback must have given it every other night during the last school year, except weekends, Dooby corrected himself. Dooby stood up on his knees to compare nuts, with one hand squeezing his while the other hand handled Tom's. Tom's were a little larger and they still depended a little even while he was pounding the shit out of Cory with his super hard cock. Dooby smiled, "Correction," he thought, "Tom made our young asses into pussies, so there's no shit to pound, just tight space." Dooby's balls were always tightly bunched when he was hard, so he guessed he still had some growing to do in that department, which pleased him enough to squeeze Tom's harder with one hand while he encircled them with the other. The squeeze was enough to cause Tom to fall on Cory; he arched up with his head and shoulders. Dooby saw his always muscular and still small ass cheeks turn to stone and his crack became a barely perceptible line. Tom moaned loudly while he pumped himself into Cory. Cory responded by pounding his heels repeatedly on Tom's rock-like ass, and surprisingly possessed the strength in his gut muscles to bounce Tom around as if Tom was the featherweight of their union. Tom collapsed and relaxed on Cory. Cory dropped his legs to Tom's side with his legs bent enough to put his feet flat on the bed. Both sighed together while Tom's lips traveled Cory's face administering small kisses randomly. It was obvious to Dooby that neither was in any hurry to break their union. "Are you done yet? You are aren't you?" Dooby's questions were ignored as if he wasn't there per his earlier instructions. "If you're done Tommy get off him, I'm hot and you need to cool me off like right away." Dooby still held Tom's balls and when he remained unanswered after a polite minute, he squeezed and lifted Tom's nuts at the same time. Tom howled and scrambled his body to follow his balls. "DOOBY! Goddamnit layoff!" Tom rolled and knocked Dooby's hand away. Cory started to sit up, Dooby pushed him back with a feral grin, and "No you don't, just stay put. I've got plans for that nice newly christened pussy now that there's something in it to eat." "What?" Cory croaked. Dooby giggled and lifted Cory's legs again. "No need to play dumb, I told you I peeked and if Tommy can I can." He held Cory's legs back and bent his head while he spread his own legs standing on his knees. "Come on Uncle Tommy, remember I told you we hadn't done it doggie style yet, let's get with the program." Tom grinned and got behind Dooby by walking on his knees. He reached around Dooby to hold Dooby's hard cock and balls while he guided himself with the other. He pushed in without warning, and was surprised when Dooby pushed back. He leaned down over Dooby's back to watch him eat Cory. Dooby looked to the side at Tom, "Look at that Tommy, it's running out, that must have been the mother of mother loads. Wow! Got any tips for me?" "Nope. Improvise, that's what I always do." Tom straightened and started pounding Dooby after he watched the boy plant his lips hard enough to create a vacuum. He was amazed at Dooby's enthusiasm, since he and Scott only thought about it for the first two months. After they got used to the act and found they both enjoyed it, giving or getting, they added it to their love making. After Tom came deep in Dooby, he winked at Cory and nodded down at Dooby. Cory grinned and understood after Tom made a fist and pumped his arm several times. Tom, still buried, fell forward collapsing Dooby flat between Cory's legs and pushing him forward. Tom kept him crawling up Cory's body by goosing him hard in the crotch. Cory continued to hold his legs up. Dooby had remained hard ever since they returned to the bedroom and he was leaking precum in quantity. When Tom saw Cory's exposed ass between Dooby's legs, he stopped him by grabbing his cock, bending it so Dooby arched his body, then pulled him back down and snuggled his cock head in Cory. Then Tom just pushed down on Dooby's ass until he was fully engaged, and his gut touched the backs of Cory's legs. "There, I think that just about takes care of all the cherries in motor mouth's little pie." Tom giggled while Dooby protested that he was just raped, although he instinctively started to thrust into Cory. Then he suddenly got quiet and very busy. Tom stayed where he was and waited. Dooby was so hot he didn't have long to wait. When Dooby froze in place and locked lips with Cory, Tom squeezed his balls. After Dooby caught his breath, he grinned down at Cory, "That was kind of fast I know, could I try it again?" Dooby resumed moving his hips. Cory wrapped his legs around Dooby's waist and giggled with Tom, "You already are, this time take you're time." Tom left them alone, went to the bath area and used the third bottle. The boys watched him from the bed while he watched them. "Now I like this open plan of yours. If someone is in here with you, you'd both be naked anyway, and showering together or watching, there's no need for a wall and door." Dooby called to Tom while he dried himself. "DUH!" Tom laughed and nodded, "I just never dreamed my first guest would be my infant cousin and the neighbor kid who's always in the middle of the road on his bike." When he returned to the bed, he separated them and lay down on his back between them. "Okay who's first?" "Infant?" Dooby pouted. "This KID walks softly and packs a big stick from now on!" Cory warned. "I'm first." They declared together then laughed and entered into negotiations over Tom's body. Dooby won by getting between Tom's legs while he made his case, then grinned at Cory, "Possession is, as the saying goes. I'll just get him slippery, you'll need all the slippery you can get. After, I promise I'll leave you two alone since it's your first time and it needs to be perfect for you like it was for me." Tom lifted his legs after Dooby sucked a load of slippery out of him. Later after he came in Tom, he realized that he'd made love to Tom or they made love together rather than just fucking him to get his rocks off. He sighed and closed his eyes with his head on Tom's chest, content then to just cuddle against him for hours. Cory nudged him, "We can both use him as a pillow later, but right now get out of there or be prepared to get hurt." Cory ran his fingers into Dooby's crack. "Still slippery yourself I see, maybe it won't hurt after all." He moved to make good his threat. Dooby retreated to the side of the bed as fast as he could scramble. "Oh no you won't, Uncle Tommy's first. If he survives then I'll try you. By the way, just in case, does nine-eleven work out here in the woods?" He sat up suddenly and grinned at Tom. "If you don't make it can I have the Vet?" Tom gave him the finger while he pulled Cory between his legs. "Now Uncle Tommy, don't you remember? We just did, and by the way it was great. Thanks." He got quiet and lay still. Cory rested his weight on Tom and made out with him until he felt himself humping Tom's belly and he was breathing hard. He raised his body and Tom guided him. Tom nodded and Cory lowered himself anxiously, looking for the first sign of pain on Tom's face. Tom kept smiling and nodding until Cory once again rest his weight on Tom. He reached down to be sure then smiled in delight. They made out for five more minutes before Cory even twitched his hips. Tom's eyes snapped open; he nodded and grinned encouragement. The twitches grew, Cory's little butt lifted higher and higher with each stroke he tried to go slowly, but the needs of his body and the newness of the act overwhelmed him. His cock became a mammoth piston with the engine on overload. He came with a scream muffled by Tom's mouth. Tom discovered that at some point he'd allowed his legs to fall, there was no chance of Cory falling out. Cory kissed Tom a final time, then rested his head on Tom's shoulder and drifted to sleep while Tom rubbed his back. Tom motioned to Dooby to join them. Dooby snuggled against Tom's side with his head on Tom's vacant shoulder. Tom held him close and they joined Cory. They slept for an hour without moving. Tom woke first. He lifted his head. The boys were facing each other with their noses separated by inches. Asleep they looked innocent, like babies or little angels, vulnerable, but safe in his arms. Cory had softened but remained attached which only his extraordinary length allowed. The irrepressible Dooby pressed his erection into Tom's thigh. He enjoyed the feel of both boys' bodies. Cory was a natural lover and Dooby was learning. Tom grinned when he thought of the pleasant surprise Christian would experience, if not Tuesday, as soon as Dooby could manage it and certainly by the next weekend. Tom yawned audibly and woke both boys. Cory wiggled to get more comfortable and popped out of Tom. His eyes opened wide in wonder, "I was in there all the time we slept?" Tom chuckled, "Yup, it was great, thanks, that was a new experience for me, hell you were a new experience for me." Dooby tickled Cory to make in slide off Tom, intending to get things started again, until his stomach growled. He lifted his head enough to look at the clock, "Got anything to eat Uncle Tommy, it's dinner time at Dooby DuBois' house." "There's plenty in the freezer, but how about if we just go out? I know a good restaurant that serves a good buffet, all you can eat, how about going there? I know I couldn't cook all you two can eat between now and midnight." "Yeah! Let's go there!" Dooby sniffed an armpit, then the air. His button nose wrinkled, he frowned, "AFTER we shower, we sure are funky." Tom agreed, "It comes with the territory. Let's move." Tom drove the Vet to the restaurant and made the boys sit on the seat together, not one on the other's lap for obvious reasons. They were a little crowded but they managed with a minimum of grumbling from Dooby. Tom requested a table close to the buffet. The restaurant manager offered an insincere 'Thank you for visiting.' with a sigh of relief when they left. Back in Tom's house, suddenly their house, their bedroom and bed, Dooby cuddled Cory protectively and frowned at his cousin. "Now Uncle Tommy, Cory is going to fuck me at last with is big old jamoke, so I want no fooling around from you, don't bother us, you can watch, just leave us alone." He grinned suddenly, "That is of course until he's in me up to the root, then you could probably fuck me in the mouth because I wouldn't be able to defend myself. Is that what you were planning?" He asked hopefully nodding his head. Tom just nodded and grinned. The rest of the night was a blur of good sex that got better as the boys got over the excitement and newness of gay sex and the freedom to act on their impulses and desires. They were ready to sleep before they planned, satiated, with filled bellies, they were two half grown puppies, or simply two teenage boys. Tom woke them at nine-thirty Monday morning. He found them again using him as a pillow, one sleeping on each side, facing him, pressing against him. He held one in each arm while they held each other across his chest. He woke them because he at least had to piss badly and he couldn't move. At first they wanted to play until he abandoned them for the toilet, then they decided they needed relief as well, so the three pissed together. Tom turned on both showers and pointed, holding his nose. After they showered, they playfully tried to get him back to the bed. Tom ended the developing wrestling match with one magic word, "Breakfast!" He became the Pied Piper on the shortest route to the kitchen. Dooby and Cory sat on stools at the bar; he gave them glasses, a gallon of milk and a half-gallon of orange juice. He made coffee first then started on breakfast, pancakes, eggs and bacon. When they were done, Tom pushed them into the kitchen to cleanup while he sat on a stool and watched them and finished the coffee. While they worked he asked what they wanted to do the rest of the day. They answered him with grins cocked heads and raised hopeful eyebrows. Tom shrugged, "Okay by me, we can just put off practice driving until next weekend." He looked at Dooby, "Let's see this would have been your second lesson and Cory's first, but." "You mean you'll teach me too?" When Tom nodded Cory looked at Dooby and giggled, "I'm changing my vote, Uncle Tommy wins this one we can always fuck around." Tom followed the mini-stampede to the bedroom to dress and found Dooby generously offering Cory a pair of Tom's new shorts to wear while he held Cory's long baggy pair over his head. With Tom's encouragement, he tried them on. They were men's size small; they fit, except even with the waist pulled as low as possible his cock head peeked out from a leg hem. A frustrated Cory explained, "See guys it's always this long and when I get a hardon, all it does is maybe get an inch longer," he grinned, "and of course harder." Tom offered him a narrow banded swimmer's jock, and that solved the problem. "We noticed that," he said dryly with a straight face. They returned to the empty parking lot. Cory got behind the wheel first. Tom perched uncomfortably on the console and Dooby watched quietly from the passenger seat. Cory surprised them by already knowing how to shift through the pattern. Cory giggled, "My mom has a Jeep, her fun car. She drives her Caddy mostly for work because it has four doors. I drive the Jeep when she's not home if I feel like it. She sells real estate, she's really good at it and always made three times what my father made," he looked into space and frowned. "That's one reason he split. Anyway, we're divorced we're not poor." Dooby leaned forward to see Cory, "Shit, no one thought you were, not in that neighborhood. Anytime you want someone older to talk to just stop in and visit Uncle Tommy." Tom's arm dropped from the back of the driver's seat. He squeezed Cory's shoulder, "Sure anytime." Dooby's turn to drive was interrupted by Tom's cell phone. Dooby's father, Tom's uncle called to asked if Dooby remembered he had a pile of homework to finish for school Tuesday, the next day. Dooby winced when Tom relayed the question. His father heard his shouted answer, "FUCK!" "I'll bring him back home right after lunch." Tom assured his Uncle John. Tom looked at his watch, "How about big hoagies?" He suggested, "It's about that time now. Plus my ass is getting sore." Dooby nodded in resignation. They sat at a picnic table in front of the sub shop to devour their twelve-inch subs. Cory wore a perpetual smile, even while he chewed and his smile grew each time he returned from inside the shop from getting things like salt, pepper and napkins. "What's with you?" Dooby asked before Tom could after Cory's fourth trip. He leaned into Dooby and giggled then explained in a low voice. "Man you were right about these shorts. Everyone in the place is looking, and not like I'm a freak. The guys look kind of envious and the girls and even the women look at me like they're hot to trot." Dooby pounded him on the back, "See? I fucking told you. I wish I went to your school, I'd like to see the looks you get there." Dooby leaned back and down to look under the table. Even sitting down it was easy to see a flexible 'D'-cell flashlight arched out and down to disappear between Cory's legs. When they finished eating and he stood up, it was clear from a distance that what strained the material of Tom's former shorts was definitely not a sock. An hour later Tom parked in the DuBois driveway. Dooby introduced Cory proudly as a new friend, a neighbor of Tom's and extolled his intelligence and athletic prowess, before he led Cory off the look at the pool his bedroom and the rest of the house. John DuBois raised an eyebrow to Tom "Did you tell him? He doesn't seem any different." "Yup I think he's relieved that you know." Tom grinned, "He's delighted that you're finishing up the second floor for him, but he wants to talk to you about an outside entrance." Tom ignored his Uncle John's flabbergasted, "WHAT?" and continued while he laughed. "I've been teaching him how to drive stick shift, using the Vet, and he's already wondering what you're planning to get him for graduation or preferably for his seventeenth birthday, so he'd have it to drive his senior year." "WHAT? Now he wants a Corvette?" John was incredulous. "I think he'd be satisfied with a used one." "Over my dead body. What about the little kid Cory? He's got a great handshake and he's not afraid to look me in the eye." John lowered his voice, "What I'd like to know is, is that thing in his shorts for real? Where'd Dooby find him? I like the kid already and I don't even know him." "He found us. We were washing 'OUR' Vet and he just appeared. They talked sports a few minutes before Dooby invited him into the house." Tom prudently decided to minimize his involvement in the implied relationship. John shrugged then grinned, "I told you the little shit had good taste, but I didn't know he was so fast." Tom nodded, "He sure does and he sure is, we met Christian Dunn as we were leaving Sunday morning. I think Dooby has him penciled in for sometime this week to help with his homework, after practice. Dooby works fast without trying." "Yup, that's our Dooby."