Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2009 14:30:51 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: GEOFF'S POINT OF VIEW      by Donny Mumford

			   GEOFF'S POINT OF VIEW

			     by Donny  Mumford


Dajuan's on his way to answer the vice principle's mysterious page. It came
over the cafeteria's PA system indicating it was urgent that Dajuan respond
immediately, which he did.  An unfinished tuna sandwich and limp spinach
salad abandoned by him glare up at me from the table... yuck.  My other
homeboy, Bruce Miller, is out sick today so I'm all alone at the table
trying to eat a ham and cheese sandwich that sucks, the food in this place
is the worst. It's always noisy in here too...  crowded, noisy, and there's
always that horrible soup or beef stew smell...  gross. It's kind of gloomy
too, not enough windows, dull green walls, low ceiling... terrible
atmosphere. You'd think towns with the kind of money Dover and Sherborn
have would provide a better cafeteria environment. OK, I'm a little
negative at the moment, I'm feeling self conscious sitting here alone with
all the chatter coming from tables around me. Two months till graduation
and then high school will be just a nasty memory for me, actually it's only
my senior year that's been bad.  Looking up and, uh-oh... here comes
Garrett Austin heading directly for my table.  Hmmm, he's never tried
sitting with me and my boys before but I'm glad for the company
today. Garrett's in my homeroom and seems enamored of me for some
reason. Holding his lunch tray up and away from his body in a nerdy fashion
he steadily advances. Garrett can be a bit of a dweeb, but he's way
cute... a cool nerd, but I'd never tell him that, and I'm not going to act
pleased he wants to sit here either.

Garrett stops across from where I'm sitting and stands there licking his
lips nervously. He clears his throat and does a fake cough, then meekly
asks, "OK if I sit with you, Geoff?" Ignoring him doesn't discourage him,
he merely continues babbling away, "I mean, ya know...I saw your homeboy
Dajuan leaving and thought maybe you wouldn't mind me sitting with you...
or something." As I'm wrapping what's left of my sandwich in a napkin and
squeezing it into a ball I casually glance over at him and ask "What's that
Garrett?" He goes, "Can I sit with you..?" Staring at him for a second,
then asking "You get a new haircut or something...  hey, what the fuck, is
that suppose to look like my hair?" He starts to blush and, feeling bad for
him now, I mumble, "Yeah, OK... have a fucking seat, Garrett. And,
FYI... you don't need my permission to sit down, you can sit anywhere you
want."  He puts his tray down and says, "Thanks, Geoff.  Theoretically
you're right that I can sit where I choose, but the practicality of doing
that is problematic.  What I mean is, yes it's my right to sit anywhere
except some guys will kick my ass if I sit at their table and since I don't
want my ass kicked I don't sit there so I can't really sit just
anywhere. You want my jello?" I make a face like, ya gotta be shitting me,
and mutter, "What are all those words you just said suppose to mean?"  he
says, "Huh? Oh, you're kidding me, right? And, yeah, my hair... it's my new
look. I got this haircut yesterday, do you like it?  It's sorta like
yours... um, I think it's cool..." Taking a deep exasperated breath I go,
"It sucks!" but at the same time I'm thinking, I could eat this kid with a
spoon...  he's so fucking cute it's sick.

He's got strawberry blond hair that's now cut short, combed down on top and
flipped up in front... combed like mine except my hair is light brown and
straight. Garrett's got that almost translucent white, ultra clean-looking
complexion... not a single blemish.  Cute facial features, almost
pretty... actually he looks like he's about about fourteen years old.  He
always finds some reason to talk with me too.  Hmmm, if he's gay and I
don't take advantage of this opportunity I'm sooooo dumb... well, on the
other hand, maybe I don't need the hassle right now. Dajuan and I are doing
outstanding buddy sex together which is about all I can see myself doing at
the moment... except, oh my God, Garrett is cuter than my last two
girlfriends put together, and he's got that one-hundred-percent boyish look
about him too... pretty boy. Come to think of it, one of those girlfriends
was kinda boyish looking herself...  ha. Oh well, that was almost a year
ago now.  Garrett's a nervous talker, babbling on about
God-only-knows-what. I watch his mouth for a few seconds, those little
super-white teeth of his, nice bow-shaped lips, that pink tongue and the
clear bubbly saliva at the corners of his mouth... yum! I gotta get a
fucking grip here.

Reestablishing my last uplifting thought about High school being nearly
over I wonder why I'd even consider complicating my life by getting
involved with this wimpy boy. Ah, there I go being negative again, he's not
so bad really... actually he's a sweet kid, just very non-aggressive.  I
hesitate to use the word submissive in Garrett's case because mostly that
term is associated with sex... of course, if Garrett and I ever got into a
sexual situation, whoa!  Oh, forget about it already! Clearing my head of
that long-shot thought I consider for a minute my best bud Dajuan's sexual
submissiveness and how I don't mind him being submissive, not one bit... I
love it.  Yeah it's true he's submissive with sex, but the rest of the time
Dajuan can be a complete terror... I'm totally cool with it
though. Garrett's continuing to babble on about something and it's
annoying, but his incessant talking isn't why I'm not nicer to
him. Actually, I'm not sure why I'm not nicer, something about projecting
my preferred image and something about this weird contradictory notion I
have that he'd be less obsessed with me if I were more cordial towards
him. Frankly, I'm still adjusting to the idea of liking boys the way I like
girls, things can get a bit complicated at times like this.

In any case, Garrett's not really a problem, my major problem has to do
with the fact that I don't belong in this school, I've never fit in
here. Senior year should be the best high school experience of all, but
instead I've spent the whole year feeling like a poor relative or the
family embarrassment because I'm not from a rich family like all these
other kids. Everyone knows everyones story too, so it's widely known I'm
the poor boy living with his poor grandparents in the only shack in
town. They know, but many of them put on this phony act pretended it
doesn't matter... they pretend it's fine and dandy that I'm not of their
economic social status, they pretend I'm accepted as a peer, but it's
crap. In actuality, a lot of them are scared of me and others are jealous
of me. Maybe jealous isn't quite the right word, envious is
better... envious because I don't need to worry about keeping up
appearances by having the coolest most up to date
whatever-the-latest-thing-is...  like they do. I only need to please
myself. In their minds it's like I don't give a shit what others thinks of
me but they're wrong because I do care, I'm just not in a position to do
anything about it.  I can't compete with them in their designer clothes,
and their iphones, and their twenty-five hundred dollar Mac Book Pro
Notebooks. I can't afford any of that shit so I pretend I don't want it,
pretend it's stupid. I pretend what's convenient for me to pretend and do
it acting like a hard-ass too... that's my thing.  Of course there's lots
of pretending going on by everyone in high school; it's not just me, but
it's hard to lie to myself... I can't pretend to myself.

Actually a lot of my outward persona is an act... an act I've been
perfecting over the years, one that helps me deal with most things but it
doesn't serve me well in every situation.  For example, it's gotten back to
me through the grapevine that some of these spoiled rich kids snicker
behind my back calling me trailer trash... they'd never say it to my face
of course, and since I'm too embarrassed about it to confront the kids who
allegedly said it, instead of my tough guy act, I pretend some more... I
pretend I don't care what they say... I pretend it's beneath me, but it
does hurt.  It's hurtful because I did live in a trailer before moving in
with my grandparents.  Me and my mother lived in a trailer park off Route
One in Peabody.... disgusting place, but when I lived there at least I
wasn't out of place in Peabody High School. I fit in much better there. It
wasn't perfect but I had friends there and some kids looked up to me.
Admittedly, some were a little bit intimidated maybe because of my
tough-guy act.  Basically my problem is I lack self-confidence, my self
image is fragile because of being poor and living in a trailer park and not
having a car and needing to wear the same bland clothes very other day etc
etc etc.  To cover-up for those things I sometimes act like a prick or a
bully.  When I'm in an awkward situation I often over-react, come on too
strong and get pissed-off. In Peabody I had a reputation for being a
hothead, a thin-skinned kid with a bad temper who isn't afraid to
fight... that'll intimidate some guys, most guys actually. I was trying to
curb that part of my act and was making some progress until I had to move
here. These kids are different from what I'm used to so I've been relying
on my tough-guy act more and more.  My best bud in this school is Dajuan
Smith, he doesn't fit in here either, but for a different reason... his
family is far from poor.

My other bro, Bruce Miller, isn't poor but he's had a touch of trouble with
the law and that's his claim to being an outcast, actually he calls himself
"the toxic outlaw"...  he says trouble follows him wherever he goes.  I
haven't found that to be the case though, I find that Bruce himself is
basically a follower who's attached himself to me for unspecified reasons.
Maybe he's gay and his gaydar led him to me and Dajuan.  Maybe, but if so
he's kept it to himself. Anyway, no one has a fucking clue Dajuan and me
are doing gay sex... how could anyone know?  Noticing that Garrett has
stopped talking I discontinue my daydreaming and look over at him which
causes him to smile at me... what a great smile that kid has... beaming.
Returning his smile with an agitated frown makes Garrett looks down quickly
and take a hurried bite of his grilled cheese sandwich... what a wuss. I'm
thinking about having a cigarette outside except it would probably hurt
Garrett's feelings if I just leave him here by himself... so, holding out a
dollar bill, I say, "Garrett, how bout getting me a small milk". He jumps
up and says, "Sure thing, Geoff" and off he goes with me raising my
eyebrows in surprise... his eagerness to please is astonishing.

Back to my daydreaming... Bruce Miller and I live in Dover, Massachusetts
where the median income is a hundred and eighty thousand dollars a year,
and that's after taking into consideration my grandparents income of twenty
thousand a year. Grand dad work's part time as a bagger at the supermarket
and also collects Social Security.  I've never asked Bruce how his parents'
income compares to the median... if his house is any indication though,
they're way above it. Me and my grandparents live in a small ninety year
old house, it's the same house my great-grandparents lived in when they
were alive and it has the distinction of having the lowest appraised value
of any house in the entire town of Dover...  the very lowest, nothing else
comes close.  Grand Dad and Mom Mom pretend they're proud of that, actually
brag about it for some misguided reason.  They've turned-down a number of
generous offers from neighbors to buy the place because the neighbors want
to level it, bulldoze it. It's a run-down, five room eyesore in a
neighborhood of million-dollar homes, million dollars and up, up, up... our
place is like a turd floating in the punch bowl.  I live with my
grandparents because my father's dead, killed in the Iraq invasion, and my
mother is unable to take care of herself... she lives from insurance check
to insurance check on Seagrams VO.  At least she did until she was
institutionalized last summer and my grandparents took over my parental
needs, such as they are. My bud Dajuan lives one town over in Sherborn
which is a step down from the affulence of Dover, but not a big step. His
family certainly qualifies as rich from my point of view. Bruce Miller has
exiled himself from the main-stream student body of Dover/Sherborn high
school, but Dajuan and I actually are legitimate outcasts... me because I'm
poor white trash and Dajuan because he's the school's token African
American. We gravitated to each other last Fall and became friends. Neither
of us feels especially sorry for ourselves, these are the situations we
find ourselves in and neither situation is going to change any time soon;
he's going to stay black and I'm going to stay poor.

Dajuan's a closeted gay but I didn't discover that until we'd been friends
for a couple of months.  He fooled me about his gayness by being a very
straight-acting gay boy. I'm not gay, by the way... I recently realized I'm
bi though. Bisexuals aren't so rare maybe, but I'm the real deal.  Many
so-called bisexuals are actually homosexuals in denial.  Not the case with
me... at my old high school I had a number of steady girlfriends, one right
after another. My last girlfriend liked to fuck and we were doing the nasty
on a bi-weekly basis until I moved away... no pun intended with the
bi-weekly comment.  For a few months now I've been fucking Dajuan and I
like it quite a lot, but I also enjoyed fucking Caroline back in Peabody
too so I gotta believe I'm bi from that evidence alone. Hell, I've had
girlfriends since middle school, girls think I'm cute and the guys I hung
with in Peabody considered me a real hound dog for the babes back then... a
chick magnet ya might say.

For real, it's totally shocking to me that I'm fucking a boy. It's weird
how it all came down too. As I mentioned, Dajuan and me bonded last Fall
and became close friends, close enough that he came out to me, told me he
was gay. At that time I was still positive of my heterosexual nature, but
was cool with him being gay.  We were best buds, one gay and one
straight... then, during the Winter break we got smashed at his family's
Christmas party and somehow found ourselves drunkenly making-out in his
bedroom.  It had been eight months since I'd been with my girlfriend and I
was horny as hell, but still... make-out with a guy?!  My last girlfriend
and I didn't break-up so much as we became geographically undesirable and,
frankly, the rich girls here intimidate me... not that I let them know
that.  I act aloof to them because I couldn't bare the thought of being
rejected.  Anyway, that Christmas party night I really surprised myself
with the make-out and then right afterwards I got very upset about it... ya
know, frustrated and confused about why it happened.  Dajuan's going,
"Dude, it's N.C.M.O no big deal... calm down." and I'm like, "What the fuck
is N.C.... whatever it was you said?" and he goes "It's non-committal
making-out...  we're drunk teens so it don't count."  I'm like,
"Oh... that's a relief". One thing led to another though and later I fucked
him raw, oh my God did I cum hard!  Never ever thought I'd fuck a dude,
same for making-out with one, but I did both in Dajuan's room that
night. What surprised me even more than doing it was how much I liked doing
it... how much I liked the feel of a guy's tight body and how different it
felt fucking an asshole rather than a cunt. I really liked being the top to
another boy too, liked it big time. It's a very dominant feeling and it's
one I've grown to enjoy more and more. Dajuan was the perfect sexual
submissive for me to break my gay cherry with, just perfect because his
submissiveness somehow allowed me to rationalize doing it. It was like the
perfect storm, everything was exactly the way it had to be for me to let my
true nature take over my previously straight inclinations. So, my true
nature from now on is that of a bisexual, ain't I lucky!  It wasn't long
before I didn't need to rationalize fucking Dajuan all that much. I'm bi,
what's the big deal about that?!  Still, not wanting to confuse my
grandparents I keep the gay stuff to myself. After almost four months I
still get amazed when I find myself thinking gay thoughts... like when I
was thinking how cute Garrett is just now.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't real open to the idea of me being bi at
first. I've done a lot of thinking about my bisexual status, specifically
about me fucking both sexes and how it's way different topping a boy
compared to fucking a girl, different in more ways than just the feel on my
dick I mean. With a girl the roles are totally dictated from
necessity... she certainly can't fuck me, so I've got to be the one doing
the fucking. Theoretically with gay sex either of the two boys involved
could top, so who's it gonna be? I like it being me, I insist it be me, and
I really get into a dominant frame of mind when doing it too, and you know,
that actually doesn't really surprise me all that much.  I say that because
it's sort of how I approach life in general. I'm usually in your face,
coming on too strong.  For one thing I have a problem with authority
figures, I'm always ready to put-out a lot of attitude when I have conflict
with teachers, police, guidance counselors, class officers and so
forth... a surly attitude because authority figures basically scare the
shit out of me and I don't want them to know that... so, it's my cover to
be aggressive. And then there's my history of being a bully to cover-up
insecurities that my lack of self-confidence generates... you know, it all
adds up to this: for reasons of self-confidence and self-image I need to be
the dominant one, it's that simple. Hey, life can get confusing, and all
this sex stuff is complicated too, my head gets screwed-up from trying to
understand it all. Here's an example; I've been tinkering with this
concept... am I subconsciously fucking all the rich kids in Dover-Sherborn
High when I fuck Dajuan? Is that the reason I so easily slipped into gay
sex with him?  Am I showing them all who's the boss, showing them, through
Dajuan, that all their money can't save them from getting fucked by
"trailer-trash" me? See what I mean, subconscious motivation can be
mind-blowing and mess with your head till you could scream.

But honestly, I hope I'm not fucking Dajuan to subconsciously prove
anything because in my heart of hearts I truly believe he's a great best
friend...  it's a brotherly-love feeling between us rather than an "in
love" feeling. I never had the in-love feeling with the girls I fucked
either, although I don't know if that proves anything. Here's the way it
is... Dajuan and I are tight buds and we just happen to also like playing
gay sex roles... me the dominant top and Dajuan the submissive bottom. And
oh yeah, he does oral sex on me too... he can really suck cock good, better
than any girl who's ever done me. Overall Dajuan's very, very sexy and I'll
be god-dammed if I don't get up for having sex with him.  But like I said,
we're not lovers.  In fact Dajuan gets together with his old boyfriend,
Walker Moss, whenever Walker's home on leave from the Army. They use
condoms in sex because Dajuan doesn't trust Walker as far as he can throw
him... and it also that means we can do "it" au naturale.  Still, that's
his real love... and Walker's totally dominant with Dajuan in their sexual
relations too.  So, it's Dajuan's nature to be submissive when he's being
sexual, not just because of me.  He's also into some kinky stuff with
Walker which I don't get off on so Dajuan and I don't do it. There's one
exception for the kinky stuff though, spanking. I spank Dajuan... he likes
to be spanked. At first I wasn't too sure about the spanking thing but now
I like doing it and I've been known to have a twitchy dick seeing how
submissive that boy gets when I've spanked him good and hard.

After analyzing the sex act with both male and female I gotta admit I like
the gay sex as much if not better than the hetero sex, that's the official
gay part of my bisexual nature.  The way I see it, I got the best of both
worlds...  in fact, once I get away from these rich kids I expect it'll be
twice as easy getting a date now that I'm bi...  you know, for me all the
gay boys and all the girls are potential dates.  Anyway, that's my
situation pretty much and, right on time, here comes Garrett with my
milk. He hands me the carton along with my dollar bill and proudly states,
"I gotcha a large milk, Geoff... my treat." I grouse, "I don't fucking want
a large one and I don't want you treating me to anything, got it!"  He
looks crushed so I feel bad again and, waving my hand like "forget about
it", I grumpily add, "Oh, it's OK. Thanks... it's cool, it's all cool". God
almighty, he's got those puppy dog eyes, eager for approval...  it must be
hard being Garrett. Now I'm getting frustrated all over again though
because he's still standing there looking confused so I go, "I said it's
fine, Garrett... now sit the fuck down and finish your lunch." He nods his
head, sits down and takes a quick bite of his sandwich. Talking with his
mouth full, he says, "Ah... I was kinda wondering, Geoff... um, don't yell
at me, OK?... but do ya think... ummm..." and I snap at him, "What the fuck
is it!?" He says real fast like, "Could I be one of the kids in your room
on the Senior trip?" He stopped chewing to stare at me hopefully, looking
so eager, so sincere. So that's why he came to my lunch table, this
question was probably something he's been working-up the nerve to ask me
for days, and you know what, I'd actually be quite happy having him share
our room on the class trip, but I'm not about to let him know that.

Fact is, four kids are going to be assigned to each room in any case...
seniors get to hook-up with their buds for roommates first off, so it's me,
Dajuan and Bruce so far.  Then, if we don't select a forth student for the
room, a random kid gets assigned to us, we won't have any say in the
matter. I grunt to Garrett, "Maybe... I'll give it some consideration, but
don't get your hopes up".  I was a bit surprised at how excited Garrett
became when he heard the word "maybe".  His eyes got real big, his
startling blue eyes shining brightly behind the gunmetal frames of his John
Lennon eyeglasses...  eyeglasses that probably cost six hundred dollars. He
says, "Oh, please, please, please say yes, Geoff! Everyone in this school
sucks except you, you're not in any cliques and you stood-up to Mark
Brumble for me that time while everyone else just kisses his ass. Please
let me be in your room so I don't get assigned to some loser room with all
dorks." I'm glancing around to see if anyone is hearing
this... embarrassing. He's done his lunch and I've finished my milk so I
say, "Calm the fuck down, and keep your voice down too. How about you get
rid of my trash here and pick-up all that shit Dajuan left, then put our
trays away, OK? I wanna grab a smoke before next class." I'm getting up
from the table, Garrett's nodding his head enthusiastically. There isn't
any question he'll do what I say which is actually kind of pathetic. I
wonder again, what's it like being Garrett? As I'm walking away I say
again, "Clean-up this shit and I'll think about it. Talk to ya later,
dude".  He says one last pathetic "Pleassssse, Geoff".  Jesus, ya gotta
like someone who's always brown-nosing you, ya know.  He's alright, I'll
tell the guys we got a forth for the trip, but I'll keep Garrett guessing
for a bit longer...I don't want him to think I'm soft.

It's odd that in Garrett mind he's different than these other kids. He
thinks he's not as good as them, or they don't like him, or some such
crap. He's wrong, most of the other kids accept him.  I see how he fits in
with the social order of things; clothes, possessions, address, looks,
etc. It's Garrett that doesn't like them, the establishment... he's
rejecting them and he doesn't even realize it. Everyone's different of
course, perception is everything. Actually, there are billions and billions
of individual secret worlds going on simultaneously, one each for every
brain in every person on the planet... all of us living in our most secret
of secret worlds which only we know totally about, except we don't totally
know our own world because so much of it's controlled by subconscious
influences that we're unaware of. What the hell, I get wacky with this
stuff... Dajuan's always saying, "Geoff, shut the fuck up with that shit,
dude!  You're giving me a mother-fucking headache, man.  I love ya, but ya
gotta knock that physiological shit off."  He's right, I even give myself a
headache trying unsuccessfully to figure it all out. Walking out of the
cafeteria I defiantly stare-down a couple of kids from my class who I catch
looking at me... probably making fun of my cargo khakis or my T-shirt
because they're not name-brands or they're frayed or some such shit. Then I
take one last glance back and see Garrett conscientiously dumping the
table's trash, then stacking the trays.  God, I feel bad for him... what a
cute kid, and he doesn't even need to attach himself to me either, he could
be one of these "in crowd" kids. He sees it differently some how... he's
too nice too, guys like me take advantage of him. Wish I could make myself
be nicer to him, but ya know... something tells me that wouldn't work out
all that great for either of us.

No sooner do I step out the side door into the parking lot then Garrett's
coming right up to me with his nervous giggle. He must have ran
balls-to-the-wall right through the cafeteria after dumping our trash.
Trying for casual he's saying, "I did what ya told me, have you had a
chance to decide yet if I can room with you and your posse, Geoff?".  In
his enthusiastic romp to catch-up he bumps right into me. I say, "God
dammit, Garrett!" and get him in a headlock, then muss his hair... it's so
clean it feels like silk, his smell waifs up at me, a yummy boy smell. I'm
noticing more and more of these types of things since I've acknowledge the
homosexual side of me... more and more aspects of boys are becoming
attractive to me... it's a growing force that's taking over more and more
of my mind.  Garrett's face is pressed against the side of my chest, his
arm around my waist at the back.  He has no chance of breaking free of
course, I'm much bigger and stronger than him.  Garrett's about five-foot
seven so I've got three inches on him and I outweigh him by thirty-five
pounds, at least.  He's just a typical skinny teenager while I'm bulked-up
from the weight lifting Dajuan and I do three afternoons a week. Garrett's
muffled cries of, "I can't breath, Geoff" go by the wayside because if he
can talk, he can breath... and to start with he's not even struggling to
get out of my grasp, he's basically hugging me. Gotta admit I'm enjoying
the feel of his body plastered against mine. To be a prick I say "Put your
hand in my back pocket Garrett, I'll let you go then".  His hand slips into
my back pocket and presses against my ass. "Squeeze, Garrett.." he squeezes
my ass and I loosen my hold of his neck saying, "Keep your hand there, my
ass itches and I need you to scratch it" He sort of squeezes my buttocks,
then rubs it while making excited wheezy noises through his teeth.

Letting go of his neck entirely now, but leaving my arm across his thin
shoulders allows him to straighten-up...  he's standing right next to me,
his hand still in my back pocket, his bright red face almost glowing,
eyeglasses eschew, short hair pointing in all directions, he says "Come on,
Geoff... don't be like that".  I say, "Scratch my ass, Garrett.." and he
does, his face getting redder, I can almost feel the heat coming off of
it. I rub his soft hair at the back of his head saying, "You like doing
that, don'cha? You like feeling my ass, huh...?" He whines,
"Nooooo.. that's just not right" as he scrunches his fingers grabbing a
handful of my buttocks and massaging it inside my left back pocket. "Am I
scratching the itch yet, Geoff?" My arm squeezes his shoulders a bit more
and he sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth going "Mmmmmmm" laying his
head against my shoulder.

Kids were milling around down by the old DPW building where we go to smoke,
but no one was paying attention to Garrett and me so I reach over with my
free hand and brush across his crotch... sure enough, he'd sprung himself a
nice boner. Hot shit, I'll file this away for future reference. "Do ya got
a Tootsie Roll in your jockey shorts, Garrett?" I asked rhetorically while
goosing his groin.  Then, getting his hard boner and balls in one big
handful I massage them both...  this kid has himself a major penis package
here.  He's flustered but won't get specific when he whines "Please,
Geoff... don't" I squeeze and he does a long inhale going up on his toes
"Sssssssssss... ahhhh". His cock gets even harder and now it might be
longer than mine.  "Feel good, ya homo?"I say sarcastically. He goes,
"Nooo, don't, Geoff... ah, can I please take my hand out of your pocket
now?" I'm feeling sorry for him, but I can't show him that so I goose him
again getting a quiet moan from him this time, he's totally docile laying
against me as I hold his ever stiffening boner through his Abercrombie &
Fitch cargo khakis. Then, looking for a way out of this awkward situation,
I say "You going to bump into me again, Garrett?" He shakes his head and
drags-out "Nooooo waaaaay. I learned my lesson, Geoff.  I'm sorry to be so
clumsy." Reluctantly letting go off his package, I mumble "Good answer!"
and his whole body seems to shiver as if he's just gotten some wonderful
compliment.  Giving his shoulder one last hug because, like I said, he
feels good... I say "Ok, I believe ya". Looking at him up-close like this,
he's so fucking cute I had a strong urge to kiss him on the lips. Yeah, but
at the same time I'm also a little pissed-off that he's acting like such a
pussy.  Major conflicting feelings, but I say "OK, Garrett" and take my arm
off his shoulder... he then slowly pulls his hand out of my back pocket,
pressing the palm against my ass while doing it. He says, "Thanks, Geoff"
which is so stupid, what's he thanking me for. His boner's pressing out the
front of his pants so he gets both hands in his pockets trying to adjust
his long pecker sideways.  I watched his blush travel down his face and
onto his neck... don't believe I've ever seen a redder blush. He's gulping
and turning away from me... Jesus, what a piece of work!

It doesn't matter that I try not to, I feel bad for him again and wish I
hadn't treated him so badly.  His agreeable nature has me wanting to
make-up for being such a prick so I say, "Just so ya know, Garrett, I'm
thinking a lot more positively about you being the forth kid in our room
for the senior trip and if...". He didn't let me finish, Garrett's so
uninhibited, he has no sense of "face" he just goes, "Hooeee!  Thanks,
Geoff... you're so cool!" Looking around again, worried someone is watching
or over hearing us, I go, "Yeah, yeah... I didn't say it's positively gonna
happen, just that it probably will..."  He looks like a little kid at
Christmas and for some reason it made me angry that he's such a wuss so I
snap out, "Dammit Garrett, look what fucking time it is! Now I can't have a
cigarette and it's your fault... you dick!" We drift back inside and while
pushing through the crowded corridor he's telling me how sorry he is and,
believe it or not, that makes me feel like an even bigger prick which gets
me even more pissed-off so I again snap at him, "Can't you fucking give me
some breathing room... you're always all over me". He apologizes profusely
looking like somebody just told him his dog died and we split-up at the
intersection, him going right and me going left.  Fuck! I'm feeling like a
shit all over again! Why am I always treating him so badly?  Maybe because
I get so frustrated with him I can't help myself... I'm also vaguely aware
that me being a prick to him has something to do with him being so openly
infatuated with me, so it's weird... but... well, he did spring that boner
while squeezing my ass, so there's that. Still, he's so vulnerable... I
hated on myself all through Social Studies promising myself I'd be nicer to
Garrett, although I probably won't be.

Finally I'm in my last class of the day, sitting in the back of the room
minding my own business reading over last night's homework assignment when
someone perkily says, "Hey, Gardner... got a second?" Looking up I see Lee
Neeland, senior class vice president.  His eyes are aqua, big and bright,
and he seems always to have this natural look of permanent surprise, as if
the world amazes him. I go, "Yeah?" Lee hesitated, perhaps thinking about
how to say whatever it was he wanted to say. Other than those eyes of his,
he's plain looking... average everything. I'm giving him my normal cold,
unblinking stare wondering "what the fuck is it now?" For no apparent
reason he smiles brightly, probably he's not understanding why I'm not more
pleased to see him and he thinks a smile will bring me around. In any case
I'm pretty sure understanding stuff isn't a big part of Lee's skill
set. Purposely making him more uncomfortable I intensify my lack of
interest in him by pursing my lips in an annoyed manner like 'get on with
it dweeb' which causes Lee, who's struggling for nonchalance while inside
he's probably full of insecurity, to fumble an explanation for the
intrusion, "Ah, you see... our class, that is, the entire senior
class... ah, the one we'll be graduating with... um, we're all donating,
chipping-in as it were, ya know... for a class present to the high school".
Awkwardly he tries handing me a pledge list, I do a double take before
snatching it out of his hand.  Students write their name on the list and
next to that their pledge... a quick glance indicates no one has pledged
less than fifty dollars and that's out of the question.  God dammit!  I
only got one thing going for me now, act like a hard-ass.

Looking back to Lee with an irritated expression on my face, he pauses,
then slowly continues his stuttering prepared pitch, "We all want a present
we can be proud of... you know, to see our class year inscribed on it,
you'd want that wouldn't you, ah... " looking at another list briefly, he
finds my name and finishes his question "ah, Geoff?"  I give him no
response at all. He looks down at the list again to double check he's got
the correct name, then says, "Geoff, we're hoping for the best senior class
present ever and I'm......"  He appears to be gaining confidence now that
he's got my first name going for him, but that confidence evaporates when I
interrupt his pitch to say, "No". This stopped him in his tracks for a few
seconds, him staring open-mouth at me... me giving him my dead eye look. He
says, "You mean you won't contribute anything... everyone else is, Clinton
wants one hundred percent participation".  Clinton is the senior class
president. I again say, "No!" my eyes opening wide like 'what else ya got?
This subject is closed...' He actually shows a touch of anger saying, "I
can't believe you won't contribute" I say, "Try!..." Surprise is always on
his face anyway so that left him without an appropriate facial expression,
he turns and walks away mumbling, "Clinton is gonna be so upset..."  This
has been a bad year for me... I don't have, nor do I want to contribute,
fifty dollars for this stupid senior class gift. OK, I know all I had to do
was write down a ten dollar pledge which would fulfill the one hundred
percent participation objective, but then everyone who saw the list would
know I couldn't afford the normal pledge amount and there'd be more
snickering as the word spread about trailer trash's ten dollar pledge ha ha
ha! Fuck that! I hate this place so much. And believe me, I know all about
'insecurity inside' because that's pretty much me... all I've got going for
me is my fake 'outside' appearance... at least now that I rejected
contributing anything they'll think I'm an obstinate asshole rather than a
poor boy who can only donate ten-fucking-measly dollars.  Would I rather be
one of the regular guys and put my name down with fifty dollars next to
it?... yea I would, but I don't have fifty dollars. Lee's mumbling with
some kids in the front of the room and a pretty girl looks back at me. My
defiant gawk right back at her causes her to look startled and quickly turn
back around... no one else has the balls to look back here. I feel sick to
my stomach.

School is over for the day and my thoughts can turn to my best bud,
Dajuan... and thank God for that.  We'll do our lifting this afternoon and
if this afternoon is like any other "lifting" afternoon, we'll do some
fucking too... my attitude is definitely improving.  Both of us will be hot
and sweaty in the sauna after the workout, he'll strip and I'll spank his
ass and then fuck it with him humming and cooing with pleasure... he loves
getting fucked.  My dick got firm just thinking about fucking that slim,
hard bodied Dajuan Smith. Maybe I'm leaning more toward the gay part of my
bisexual nature lately because I'm getting more comfortable with my bi-ness
each passing day... or maybe, like I said earlier, the real reason I'm
leaning to the gay side is because the rich girls in this fucking school
intimidate the hell out of me and I camouflage that fact by calling them
stuck-up cunts when in reality I'm afraid of rejection if I was to ask one
of them out. And, at the same time I'm confident Dajuan will never reject
my advances so it's him I concentrate on, and now I got Garrett to consider
as well. So my concern is: am I taking the easy way out, is that it? Is it
that I feel safer fucking a willing gay guy than taking a chance with the
intimidating girls. Oh man, there I go again with the self analysis.  I
need to relax just a little bit and stop treating every incidence in my
life like it's life or death... like it's a stare-down.

Dajuan was waiting for me in his car.  The car's a recently new toy, an
early graduation present from the rents, a silver 2010 MX-5 Miata with a
retractable hard top and black leather interior. The top was down even
though it's only about sixty degrees on this early day in April. First
thing I say is, "Cool whip pocket rocket, Dajuan... your daddy must be
rich".  It's the same thing I said last week when he first got this new
ride so he repeats what he said last week, he goes "Oh yeah, you got that
right, he's been stacking cheese for years so he could lay this ride on
me."  I throw my tricked-out backpack in the truck of the car and get in
the passenger side to say, "Don't give me that shit about how your daddy
had to save his money to buy you this car...  he flicked his AMEX card,
pointed at this car in the showroom, and said "I'll take that one!" Dajuan
laughs and says, "You make me laugh with that shit, Geoffrey. But you
forgot the "fucking" part. Last week it was "I'll take that fucking one!"
And anyway, I know you poor white boys are never gonna stop bitching about
us blacks movin on up..." The car's heater was turned up which helped, but
when Dajuan stepped on the gas the sixty degree air got to feeling
significantly cooler.  I asked, "Why'd Rockwell page you in the cafeteria,
dude?" It turns out to be a total fuck-up, it wasn't Dajuan the vice
principal needed to see, but rather Juan Smitzez and the names confused Mr
Rockwell's assistant.  Didn't surprise me that it was a screw-up because
Dajuan's a B+ student in good standing at school. OK, he doesn't
participate in any high school activities or sports, but he also never gets
in trouble. "Let's hit Burger King first, what do ya say, Geoff... I never
finished my lunch." When Dajuan says something that you might think
requires your approval, don't think that. What he was really saying is more
definitive... he was telling me what we're going to do.  I'm cool with that
cause I know when we take our pants off he does a one hundred eighty degree
turn around and becomes a submissive little boy which of course has all
kinds of physiological implications, none of which we've been able to
figure out. After discussing it a number of times we just accept and enjoy
it now. Other than sex we have an understanding that neither of us is
openly dominant to the other, we sort of take turns but I got a feeling if
push came to shove he'd cave-in. Initially we were butting heads, but
quickly came to an agreement that no one bosses the other on any kind of a
regular basis, except when sex is involved... it's working good so far.

Looking over at Dajaun I notice his hair blowing backward in the wind and
think about mussing Garrett's hair earlier.  Dajuan's hair is certainly
different than Garrett's, but it's ultra swav in it's own way.  Like many
African American boys Dajuan has beautiful naturally curly, silky
hair... his is dark brown though, not black.  It's fairly long, maybe six
inches all over his head, but not an Afro...  soft curls with a part in the
middle, no bangs.  When I'm fucking him I'll sometimes have two fistfuls of
his awesome soft-textured mane pulling him backward onto my boner. In
middle school he wore his hair in tight braids, it was actually a ponytail
of braids... that was cool too. I didn't know him in middle school of
course, but there are pictures of him and his incredibly hot younger
brother all over their house. The hair goes perfectly with his skin
tone. Dajuan's got a lot of pheomelanin in his skin allowing for his
lighter milk-chocolate skin tone, it's actually between a mild brown and
caramel color, a dreamy complexion... perfect skin. Very bright
almond-brown eyes with fine-haired eyebrows and eyelashes. Full luscious
lips, a medium size European style nose with a cute ski slope at the bridge
and a normal boy's chin.  I think he's beautiful although I still can't get
used to having thoughts like that about a boy. His body is slim/skinny but
he's as tough as suspension bridge cables... a very strong six foot tall
kid and, like I said, we work out regularly so the muscle isn't just a
result of inheriting the right genes, although there's certainly some of
that... his father's a retired NBA point guard.  Mr Smith never was a
starter, always came off the bench but still had himself a nice ten year
career with the Boston Celtics. Now he's a big deal in some kind of sales
position. Anyway, Dajuan has that beautiful hair on his head, a normal
amount of curly pubic hair, and a small amount of the same under each arm,
but that's it... the rest of his skin, all over his body, is basically
hairless... he's awesome. Truth is, he could be as popular as anyone in our
senior class if he chose to be, but he chooses, like Bruce, and I guess I
need to include Garrett, to believe he's an outcast. So, Dajuan, Bruce, and
I are the three outlaw/outcasts in the Dover/Sherborn high school, in our
eyes we are anyway...  I don't know exactly how to classify Garrett.

Dajuan's driving us up route 27 so I'm like, "We gonna slum it at Natick's
Burger King?" he chuckles and says, "A boy from Peabody saying Natick is
slumming it?  That's out-fucking-rageous!" We park at Berger King, then
we're standing on line inside and I'm behind Dajuan looking at his awesome
ass when I hear a snicker... looking up I see a couple of girls in the next
line watching me looking at Dajuan's ass. A hot flash of anger hits me for
three reasons, one... it's always something happening to irritate me,
two... a few months ago I'd be looking at their asses instead of my
friend's ass, and three... I don't like being snickered at. Ya might say I
got a bit of a chip on my shoulder, maybe I'm a tad paranoid too. I glare
back at the two girls, my lip curled, and one of them, the one with the big
nose says, in a very smart-ass manner, "You got a problem...?" I go, "Not
until you opened your fat mouth I didn't, now you're my problem...."
Dajuan turns his head, he has one of the coolest dead-eye scary looks
you'll ever see. He waits a beat or two to get them to look at him, then
says, "Fuck off, bee-itch!" She gives him the finger and snarls, "Don't
call me a bitch, you...." and I could tell she wanted to say a racial slur
but held back, the guy at the counter says, "What can I get for ya...?" so
Dajuan turns his back on the girls to place his order, the girl Dajuan
called a bitch gives me the finger now and mumbles, "Faggot..." she
probably doesn't really think I am, it's just what us teens call each
other.  If you're a guy, the problem with getting into an argument with
girls is you can't win. They can use all the vulgarity a guy uses, plus
insult you with racial slurs or call you a queer and even challenge you
physically, but what are ya gonna do, get in a fist fight with a girl?
I've seen some girls that might win a few fist fights too, but the point
is, even if you kick their ass it's still not cool cause you beat-up a
girl. So, avoiding a fight with a girl made sense. There used to be a
noticeable difference between girls' and boys' behavior but that changed
years and years ago with woman's lib in the sixties or whenever the fuck it
happened... women's lib empowered them and emasculated males, basically.

You'd have to say the bitch won the war of words cause what am I going to
do, call her a lesbo? Shit, Dajuan and I were pissed-off but we know enough
about how things work to ignore something like this whenever
possible... verbally it's a no win situation.  A little later, after eating
our cheeseburgers, we're outside the restaurant smoking... not talking,
just looking cool while we smoked our Marlboros. Then around the corner of
the building the same two girls show-up, this time with a couple of guys.
Even though Natick is one town over from where Dajuan lives neither of us
has seen any of these kids before. One of the boys, the one with blond hair
buzzed close, a big nose on his round face, and biceps that bulged his
jacket's sleeves, says, "One of you assholes called my sister a bitch, and
that's not how we act in Natick."  I say, "Yeah, yeah... my goonie right
here next to me called you're sister a bitch, but I'll give ya a little
advise... ya don't want to bother my boy with that nonsense right now.  The
whole ugly incident affected his enjoyment of his cheeseburger". Then,
nodding at the building as I'm talking, "Ruining someone's
cheeseburger... it's a terrible thing!" all four of them stupidly look over
at Berger King, so I wait for them to look back at me and add "He's
hulking-out at the moment and that usually leads to somebody getting their
teeth knocked down their fucking throat, ya know?"  Blondie has this
puzzled expression on his face, looks over at his partner who's not as big
as blondie and maybe a tad on the chubby side, then glances at the two
girls who have that look like "you two are gonna get it now" meaning me and
Dajuan.  The big blond guy says, "Huh? What the fucks all that mean...?" I
arrogantly smirk back at him as Dajuan flicks his cigarette butt over the
head of the chubby lad and in a surly manner says, "Ain't my homeboy here
hecka cool!"  and he stares challengingly at the blond kid who's starting
to realize he might be in for more trouble than he was anticipating here,
the girls are losing some of that "you two are gonna get it now" look
too. Dajuan's skinny and I'm just a little above average size, we're not in
the same weight category as these two boys from Natick.  That being the
case, these guys, particularly the big buzzcut blond, thought they'd come
on strong and scare us into peeing our pants. Now, however, they're
realizing we aren't worried about them one bit, which makes them worried
about us. I go, "Truth is, that sister of yours is sketchy." They look at
each other and Dajuan says, "that means she's a troublemaker ...  you think
it's OK to be a troublemaker?" and he takes a step toward that little group
with me by his side. The chubby boy stammers, "Na, no, no were not, that
is, no one's a troublemaker here... we just don't want you calling my
friend's sister a bitch, that's all." He said it squeezing the words out,
his face flush, a gulp at the end. I say, "Yeah, I don't blame ya, but the
two of us here... well, we don't much give a shit what you want. Plus my
bud is right, your friend's sister is a bitch... now the question remains,
what are you gonna do about it..."

Well, the football player couldn't lose this much face so he tries to
sucker punch Dajuan who sidesteps the punch and gets blondie right in that
big nose of his with a short powerful jab that has blood spurting all over
the place.  You could hear the cartilage break on contact, there's lots of
blood in the facial area anyway, and in particular the nose.  The sister
screams, "You black motherfucker!" and jumps at Dajuan with her fingernails
bared.  Dajuan calmly does exactly the same thing to her, with exactly the
same results... blood rolling through their fingers as the brother/sister
combo hold their respective big noses, yelling and screaming curse
words. I'm juiced-up and ready to go though, adrenaline flowing, so I yell
at the chubby fellow and the other girl, both of whom are white as a ghost
by now, "You two assholes got anything to say?" the girl gives me the
finger, that's apparently the first reaction these two girls have for any
and all confrontations.  I stepped toward her and she mumbles, "No..." and
gets behind chubbo who starts backing up. Dajuan's satisfied that enough is
enough though, he says to me "Let's bounce, Geoff, what do ya say... po po
will be on the way". Hearing all the yelling Burger King patrons are
looking out the window and seeing the blood someone will call the police so
we turn our back on the bloodied group and walk away.  We're almost to our
car before we hear a barrage of curse words with plenty of the N word and
the F word, meaning faggot, but we'd made our point and I learned something
from Dajuan in the process... you actually can win a fight with a girl, a
girl who acts like a boy that is... you just treat her like the boy she
apparently wants to be. As we drove away I had that sick feeling from
adrenaline overflow. Dajuan's shaking his head because this type of
incident isn't fun for us, but we're not big on taking a pile of shit from
punks either, so what are ya gonna do? Obviously this episode didn't have
anything to do with me being poor, but the racial thing showed it's ugly
head, don't it always.

"How's your fist, Dajuan?  You really nailed those a-holes" He says, "Sore,
but not broken... I would have loved kicking the shit out of all of them,
but we're not like that... you and me are better than that, ain't we?"  I
say, "Ain't, ain't in the dictionary" and he goes, "Is too..." and I go,
"Yeah, I know..." We were done with the fight, such as it was.  We've been
in two other fights, which certainly isn't that many when everything's
considered, no fight's ever been any easier than this one though. Why do I
have so many confrontations though, amazing.  Driving up to Dajuan's house
always has me shaking my head in amazement too.  It's a six year old eleven
room Colonial with five bedrooms, four full baths and two half baths.
There's a library, a family room, an eat-in kitchen with a fireplace,
sunroom with a vaulted ceiling, and the regular dining room/living room
combo both with wood-burning fireplaces. Granite in the kitchen and all the
bathrooms, ten foot high ceilings throughout ...  this big brick-front
house sits on two acres of land, a hundred feet back from the road. Yep,
all those rooms are great, but my favorite spot is the finished basement
with pool table and ping pong table in the game/media room, then through
the next door is the in-house gym, sauna, and shower where Dajuan and I
work-out.  It's always just the two of us working out, his sixteen year old
brother has no interest in the gym and our bud Bruce has a chronic back
problem compliments of a motorcycle accident last year, and Mr Smith works-
out in the early morning... we got the place to ourselves in the
afternoon. The sauna is located at the back of the gym next to the
shower/lavatory... it's a six person cedar dry sauna with temperatures up
to two-hundred-fifty degree Fahrenheit... we usually crank it to around two
hundred degrees. The free weights are part of the Powerline Smith Gym, no
relation to Dajuan Smith.  It has the flat or incline/decline features, pec
and curl stations, leg developer and lat row station. That's all against
the wall on the left. Across from it, on the right hand wall, is the Stex
8025T Treadmill which cost sixty-five hundred dollars, and next to that is
the Octane Q47CE Elliptical trainer which we never use, I don't know how
much that cost.  It's a pretty comprehensive home gym.  Mostly we use the
weight stations and the treadmill... then the sauna... then the sex.

In the early days Dajuan's and my sexual encounters shocked me every time
we did it, shocked me that I could and did do sex with another boy. There
was a lot of self doubt and even recrimination about participating in
homosexual acts but it felt so good when I was doing it I couldn't make
myself stop.  As I said, it helped early on that Dajuan was so submissive
because that allowed me to con myself into thinking I was basically
continuing my het role of topping, of fucking like real macho males do. OK,
it is fucking another boy but I'm at least in the male role. Dajuan doesn't
need to bother with rationalizing anything because he's honest with himself
and admits he's gay and admits he loves being fucked and loves sucking
cock... so he's cool with it all. On the other hand, he's not cool enough
with it that he's willing to come out and tell the world he's gay, so
there's that. As I've mentioned, it only became obvious to me recently that
I was bi. Prior to that I couldn't even conceive of the possibility... the
thought that I'd be aroused to climax while having sex with another boy was
unthinkable, now I'm totally down with it.  I not only admit to myself I'm
bi, I admit I like being bi.  Is it possible that I'd never have discovered
this side of me if I continued living in Peabody, dating girls and living
that life...  forever? Whatever, now I'm glad for this gay experience and
I'm open to others if everything is just right. So, basically my high
school senior year experience is trashed, but I've discovered the delights
of gay sex so maybe I'm breaking even for the year over all.  I'll tell ya
something else too, making-out with Dajuan is so awesome... his lips, his
skin, his deep breathing and the endless feel and sounds of heat and
pleasure, it really turns me on.

We're pulling into Dajuan's spot in the three car garage, he says "Why so
quiet Gardner?"  I say, "Just thinking about you and me in the sauna later
this afternoon, and you know what, I need to thank you again for
introducing me to all this gay stuff, Smith... it rocks".  He chuckles
because he knows I don't like being called by my last name.  He goes, "Your
welcome, Gardner" and pinches my ear.  I shake my head and give him an
annoyed look, then say "You're gonna get an extra spanking for that" and he
goes, "Hope you mean that, Gardner!" God, he's so good looking... we laugh
getting out of the car because we're both excited about what's coming... we
love the workout, and the sex after.  But, ain't it weird the things that
turn us on... different things for different people. Like Dajuan with the
spanking and the submissive role playing. How many fetishes are there I
wonder.  Spanking is definitely one, and it's the only one we deal with
unless you consider the sub/dom thing a fetish, but how many others are
there... hundreds? I wonder if you can talk yourself into a fetish,
probably not.  You probably need to come by it in some subconscious
way... I'd like to try having one but I don't know what it would be. Then I
think of my freshman year when Jack Cook and I accidentally got our feet
tangled up in gym.  It was while we were getting undressed, his bare foot
landed on mine and it gave me a start, the feel of his foot made my balls
tingle.  The two of us had this goofy look on our faces as he rubbed his
foot on mine, then I rubbed my foot on his. It went on all year and got so,
when we were alone, we'd rub the bottom of our feet up the other guy's leg
and even into each other's crotch... And, oh yeah... we had boners too, but
I never thought of it as gay and we never took it any further than playing
footsie in gym. It stopped at the end of the school year because that was
the last time we had gym together.  I remember thinking how odd it was and
for a while afterward I was into smelling my own shoes, the inside of them.
I almost got caught smelling the inside of a kid's sneakers at the YMCA
that summer... the urge petered-out over the summer though and I haven't
thought of it for almost two years.  Now though, the memory of that makes
me wonder what Dajuan's feet smell like.  Maybe I got a head-start on a
fetish after all.

We enter the basement through the ground level entrance at the back of the
house.  His mother's at school watching Dajuan's brother's baseball game;
the brother, Jamal, is a center fielder.  Right inside the basement
entrance is the game room and we shoot a few pool shots... then, walking
around the ping pong table, through another door and we're in the gym.
Pulling our shirts over our heads as we're walking, we exercise in gym
shorts, jock straps, and sneakers only.  Stepping out of our jeans and
pulling down our boxer shorts we check each other out.  I'm looking at his
feet as Dajuan's saying, "Can I have a taste of your dick, Geoffrey?"  He's
already slipping into his submissive role, but it's gets much more
pronounced during actual sex. We're both naked... his body is really
something to see although by now I'm almost taking it for granted from
seeing it so often.  I point at the floor and say, "On your knees first,
then ask me..." His facial appearance is different from normal, he averts
his eyes and says, "Oh yeah, sorry..." and, as he's getting on his knees
right in front of me I'm thinking that he sounded a little like Garrett,
the way Garrett's whine sounded after lunch. They both definitely have a
deferential way of speaking to me... Garrett all the time, Dajuan when he's
in his submissive role for sex.

Dajuan looks up and says, "Please may I suck your penis?" I can see his
brownish cock firming-up just from being submissive to me.  I nod my head
and, looking up at me he gently lifts my six inches of uncut cock and licks
from the bottom of my nuts up to the head of my cock and then sucks it into
his mouth... his eyes close and his shoulders shudder, he murmurs "Hmmmmmm"
while sucking and then lapping under the foreskin with the tip of his pink
tongue.  It feels good to have your cock sucked.  Looking over his head I
stare at the soles of his feet while grabbing large fistfuls of his
fantastic mane of hair, the soles of his feet are lighter than his
calves. My attention is quickly back to how good my cock feels, Dajuan
sucks and licks it into a boner, only takes about a minute, then I say,
"Nuts now, Dajuan" as I'm concentrate on the blowjob now. Out of his mouth
comes my cock, he laps my nuts with my semi-hard, saliva-drenched boner
flopping around on his face. One at a time he licks my nuts, then sucks
them inside his mouth to hum on them and tongue them till my boner is
vibrating at maximum hardness. His cock is as hard as mine, him stroking it
lazily with one hand, his other hand on my buttocks with the tip of his
index finger probing my asshole. We're doing the sexual hors d'oeuvre now,
thats all.  When he pokes his finger inside my ass I feel my balls start
tingling so I say, "That's it, Dajuan... back off.." There's pink at both
his cheeks showing through his skin tone, he's very aroused.  Sitting back
on his ankles, saliva on his chin he looks up at me for instructions and
although I shouldn't, I can't help breaking out of my role to smile at
him. I really do have sincere affection for him and not just as a great sex
buddy, as a great friend too.  I lean down and kiss his puffy, wet lips and
his tongue comes inside my mouth... like I said, Dajuan is a sexy boy. We
kiss for about thirty seconds and then, with my dick head feeling like it's
going to start dropping drips of precum any second I pull away from the
kiss and say, "Good God, you're really hot today, Dajuan... was it the
fight?"  He's smiling, getting back to being himself a little more and
says, "Yeah, that plus I love your white cock!" He gets up on his feet now,
much more like himself.. we hug and I say in his ear, "I still can't hardly
believe I'm doing this stuff with you, with a guy." He goes, "And I can
hardly believe I got a fuck buddy that's as hot as you...  and like I'm
always telling ya, you're the cutest boy I've ever been with. I love the
way you white boys smell too..." He runs his fingers through my short hair
mumbling, "and your hair's so soft and your cock's so hard and your body's
so sexy!"  I take a big breath saying, "What if I missed out on all this,
what if I never met you?" He says, "Aw, you'd find me somehow, you addicted
to my black ass, it's that simple.  Can we start our workout...?"

Over the weeks we've developed a little game before starting the workout
where Dajuan puts on the unwashed jockstrap I wore during our last workout,
I wear a clean one... it's part of the dom/sub game.  He pulls on my used
jockstrap, stiff with dried perspiration and adjust his package inside
it. Making a face at me like... ewww, gets us chuckling.  The items we
wear... jockstraps, gym shorts, socks, and sneakers are all Dajuan's... the
stuff gets washed in between exercise days except for my sweaty jockstrap.
The only other items we put on are sweatbands, both head and wrist.  Every
workout follows the same routine pretty much. The thing about exercising is
that to get your body looking good you first need to have low body fat,
especially for the abs and the so-called six pack. If someone on the fat
side is working on his biceps, for example, he won't see the results of his
lifting because the bicep muscles will develop under the fat.  Low body fat
is largely diet and gene controlled, but cardio exercises like treadmill
workouts or jogging will reduce your body fat as well.  Dajuan has
everything going for him...  his body is fantastic to start with so he's
obviously got the right genes, he does lots of cardio exercises, plus abs
exercises like crunches, sit-ups, weighted leg raises etc, and keeps junk
food to a minimum with an occasional cheeseburger being the most common
exception.  As a result of all that his abdominal muscles are prevalent and
his waist is narrow. He has the desirable V shape torso which travels up
from a narrow waist to wide shoulders... mostly he was born with it, but
the exercises accentuate nature's gifts.  Without being too pronounced his
pecs are special too. The pectoral muscle under his nipples are enhanced by
doing bar bell bench presses which we both do a lot of. Biceps building is
done with curls which we also do a lot of, and the triceps are strengthened
by exercising at the parallel dip station. We also do exercises for the
obliques on either side of the abs as well as exercises for leg muscles
although primarily the treadmill does a lot for the legs.  My body lacks
the elegance of Dajuan's, it's more bulky rather than angular like his.
And, even though I'm two inches shorter, I weight ten pounds more than
Dajuan... we're pretty much equal as far as strength goes though and we're
always pushing each other to do better. All in all we exercise for over an
hour and when were done our bodies shine with perspiration.  We keep
hydrated with bottled water all during the exercises, of course... it feels
so great to workout, especially with your buddy.

Dajuan's taking deep breaths just off the treadmill, a drop of perspiration
ready to drop off the end of his perfect nose. I wet my lips looking at his
hot body.  It would have been a crime if I went through my life without
ever recognizing the boyish beauty some guys possess.... Dajuan's a perfect
example. The beautiful color of his skin, the muscle definition in his lean
hard body, his long hairless legs, and his heaving chest with those small
nipples that I've come to enjoy sucking. We look into each each other's
eyes knowing what's coming. After a minute I nod at Dajuan and he gropes
his crotch waiting for my orders. I growl, "Take off your sweatbands." He
slowly does that, staring at me... his breathing changing to puffs of short
little breaths. I tell him, "Get naked" after which, "Come here" as I'm
pointing to a spot right in front of me.  Naked now he comes to stand where
I pointed, "Keep your hands at your side" as I'm putting my fingers in his
thick curly damp hair.  I like this part when he's docile and I can do what
I like with him.  I massage his scalp staring at his handsome face, then
feel his sweaty body with the palms of my hand, feel all around reaching
back to his buttocks to squeeze and fondly those firm plump bubble butts
which are the only "plump" parts on his entire body.  Slowly feeling along
his sides with both hands I move my face to his and rub my nose against
his, his eyes look down and I kiss his sexy lips, my tongue going under his
top lip after the kiss, it runs along his teeth and gums. Dajuan moans when
I take his firming penis in my fist and stroke it, my other hand grabs a
fistful of his hair, pulling his head back. Letting go of his dick and
grabbing his nuts for a firm squeeze and he mumbles, "Oh yeaah" so I
squeeze harder pulling his head to mine to push my tongue in between his
teeth and lick his tongue in all it's pinkness. Giving his nuts another
squeeze he moans into my mouth with a long "Mmmmmm" and another squeeze has
him going up on his toes, the pain and pleasure of it making him grunt. I
let go of his nuts, our faces slide together still partially wet with our
sweat which mingles as our tongues lick one another. I've never once
enjoyed making-out with a girl as much as I enjoy making out with Dajuan.
Back to French kissing, my own dick hard now as I lean against him, our
boners between both bellies... my lips kissed by those sexy lips of Dajuan,
then the hottest make-out sensation of all, him sucking one of my lips in
between his.

Feeling the wetness of precum on my belly I gently pull away to look into
his eyes, then lean back in to him for another taste of his lips before
saying, "Sit on the lifting bench" he looks puzzled but sits on the bench.
As our boners slowly lose their total hardness I take off my sneakers, his
are already off, and put my foot on his.  Not feeling any special
sensations I pull off my sock and run my bare foot over his... it's nice.
I rub my foot on his leg, then put it right on his firm cock, my big toe in
his bush.  He's staring at my foot, mesmerized by this totally unexpected
development... me too.  Lifting his leg with both hands under his calf I
pull it up far enough that I can lean down to smell it and yes, there is
definitely a foot odor, not a bad odor, sexy.  There's the tingle in my
nuts too... OK, this is interesting and needs more research but right now
we need to get to the regular stuff. I drop his foot and say "I'll explain
later, for now... turn on the sauna, then get the special lube..." I'm a
bit on the breathless side, so is Dajaun when he asks hopefully, "Should I
get the ping pong paddle too, Geoffrey?" I go "OK, we'll do the ping pong
spanking as a favor to you..." He looks nervous and excited at the same
time, also a little confused about the foot thing, but hurries into the
game room to do what he's told, his semi-boner bobbing in front of
him. Dajuan's penis is cut but it was a very neat circumcision and he has a
fabulous looking appendage between those long legs of his.  His penis is
straight, proportionate as to length and circumference, and has no
unsightly veins... it can get so hard at times it sticks straight out from
his groin looking longer than it's actual six-and-a-half-inche length. Big
balls under that great cock reside in an almost hairless sac... it's
difficult for me to imagine a sexier or more attractive body from head to
toe than Dajuan's.  Dropping my shorts and stepping out of my jockstrap,
which I set aside for Dajuan to wear later this week, I head for the sauna.

My cock has lost a lot of it's hardon so I stroke it while walking inside
the sauna, then, totally bare-assed, I sit on one of the benches and watch
Dajuan.  He comes in and timidly hands me the ping-pong paddle, then bends
down to adjust the sauna's temperature gage and I whack his left buttocks
with the paddle, "SMACK" ... He goes, "Owwww, ohhh" and I swat the same ass
cheek again "SMACK!!"  Dajuan strokes his cock hissing through his teeth
"Ssssshhhhhh" but he stays in the same position hoping for another
one. Those two smacks were just a warm-up for his full spanking a bit
later. It's hard to understand why being spanked is a sexual turn-on for
him, but it truely is. And now I got this foot thing to contemplate, the
further I explore my gay side the more and more surprises I find.  I say,
"Set the temperature and get us a towel for the massage table". He's
breathing deeply as he quietly says, "Yes, Geoffrey. Thank you for the
spanking, may I have another, please" so I stand-up to swing the paddle
around ending in an upward arc and really get an uplifting whack on the
same cheek "SMACKKK!!"  pulling the skin of his ass cheek upward with the
paddle and he yelps out "Owwww! Fuck it!!" but I know from past experience
it's what he needs. Rubbing his smacked ass with both hands he goes for the
large fluffy towel, his cock harder than ever. My dick stirred with that
last whack of his ass.  I'm totally fascinated that I'm here doing this
with him, I'm fascinated at the degree of pleasure he gets from me spanking
his ass, I'm fascinated with the thrill I feel at Dajuan's submissiveness
and at my dominance over him, and lastly I'm fascinated most of all at the
heights of pleasure I reach when fucking him...  having sex with another
boy, who would have thunk it? It's overwhelming, impossible for me to
articulate the anticipation I'm feeling at this moment, I'm in an extremely
excited and erotic state of mind.

He's back with the towel and now that the sauna's door is closed the
temperature is rising quickly, sweat's already breaking out on my
forehead. Dajuan spreads the towel over the massage table where I'll be
fucking him shortly and, keeping his head down, he brings over a padded
folding chair and opens it up for me to sit on during his spanking.  Last
thing he needs to do is turn on the music... during the spanking we've been
playing that hot rock song "Fugitive" by David Gray.  Very cool sound
although the words don't make a lotta sense if you just read them... sung
hot and fast by David though, it really rocks! "Gotta live!" The song's on
a loop and it'll play a couple of times during the spanking, then we'll let
it run-out while we're fucking. As I'm getting up off the bench I say,
"Over here now, boy... stand straight, eyes down, arms at your side..."
Dajuan immediately gets in position and like earlier I take ownership of
his body... feeling it, grabbing parts to squeeze, touching here and there,
pinching his small nipples... doing whatever I feel like doing with him.  I
grab a fistful of his hair first, then yank his head up so I can kiss him
again. Dajuan's completely docile... a moan slips from his throat as I kiss
those sexy lips of his.  He's so hot I wrap my arms around his back and
plaster my naked self against him and, up on my toes, I grind my crotch
into his... he's two inches taller than me but on my toes our cocks are
right against one another, his is hard as a rock and mine quickly getting
there. My face is against his, our bodies are sweating in the heat of the
sauna, our nipples squishing together as I grind against him... another
moan and more precum wetness so I loosen my hold on him and take a deep
breath.  Leaning in and down to lick his left nipple, his body shudders
from my pinch of one nipple, licking and sucking the other.... another moan
from Dajuan, goose bumps breaking-out on his arms. Back to kissing his
lips... how can it be that I'm so taken with this boy when I went through
almost eighteen years never thinking a single sexy thought about another
boy, now I can't get enough.

Letting go of him completely, feeling slightly dizzy... sucking down some
air I sit on the chair and say, "Lay across my lap you bad boy, you're
gonna get a hard spanking..." A funny breathy, excited noise from Dajuan as
he quickly arranges himself across my lap, his crotch on top of mine, our
boners pointing toward his chest. It feels so good I need to bite my lip
suppressing a moan of my own. He's tall enough, of course, that his hands
and feet are resting on the floor.  I smack his ass with my bare hand in
the beginning because I like the feel of his plump buttocks. "Smack, smack,
smack, smack... quick and stinging smacks. The harder I spank him the more
docile Dajuan becomes... I can easily readjust his position if he starts to
slide on my lap as he complies completely to my instructions.  It's like he
melds into my thighs making little submissive "Oh" sounds with each smack
on his ass. When the spanking turns the "Oh"s into grunts from Dajuan I let
up for a bit, give the spanking a rest and work my finger inside his hole
instead. He's going, "Ohhh, God... Ahhh..." I'm finger fucking him to help
with preliminary expanding of the hot tunnel of love... well, maybe not
love as much as desire. Dajuan humping up into my finger, my lap dripping
wet with his precum and sweat.

Then the paddle, "You ready for your paddle-spanking, Dajuan?"  In his baby
boy's voice he's like, "Yes, Geoffie, I've been so naughty, please paddle
my bum till it glows".  "SMACKKKK!  "AH!" And I quickly get into a rhythm,
this is the time I can feel myself getting near the edge of arousal.  It
has something to do with the fact Dajuan could easily get off my lap, but
he doesn't, he remains obediently docile and actually gets even more
submissive by leaning in towards me rather than away from me. "SMACK!
SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK! four quick whacks on the same buttocks and it gets
red immediately... more precum from Dajuan as he groans with the stinging
from the paddle's slicing spanks. It's impossible for me not to feel the
dominance spanking this submissive boy brings on... I'm soon biting my
bottom lip at the thrill of it.  Like the soles of his feet, Dajuan's
buttocks are lighter in color than the rest of him and they get quite red
when spanked...  that's what I go by, the redness... when it's bright red,
before it's glowing, I stop.  The whack, whack, whack, of the paddle stings
like bumble bees sting and Dajuan makes all kinds of whining sounds during
the latter portion of the spanking... now he's squirming on my lap, which
along with his back is slippery with sweat. When he begins writhing and
moaning and going "OW..OW ..OW-OW-OW!!" I'm aroused by it. It's a feeling
of power, of complete dominance, and I'm totally feeling the sexual nature
of it... not nearly to the degree Dajuan feels it, but I feel it. The
paddle flies through the air landing with a loud "SMACK!" on his ass, then
again on the other cheek, then the next is a quick "SMACK SMACK!!" but
lower, at the top of his thigh, and he squirms, crying out "OWW!, GOD
DAMMIT!" But he's never asked me to stop, and when I do stop he's never
asked me to continue either, not from a full-fledged spanking that is.
When his cries of pain sound too real I make the decision to stop... his
ass and, to a lesser degree, the back of his thighs are shiny red. He lays
there breathing hard and groaning from the pain of a hard spanking, but his
cock never lost a drop of it's hardness throughout. I ask, "Have you
learned your lesson? You going to be a good boy now?"  In a little boy's
voice he says "Yes, Geoffrey... I'll be good". It's all part of the role
playing which I felt silly doing at first but Dajuan insisted so now I just
say the words without thinking too much about them.

Now that I've stopped spanking him he's moving back and forth on my lap
getting pressure on his boner between his belly and my boner and
thighs. I'm rubbing his buttocks gently with baby oil, which is the special
lube we've been using.  This generic baby oil has no oder and serves two
purposes... one, it eases the stinging from the spanking and two, it eases
entry into his asshole. After calming the stinging on his reddish buttocks
I push the oil inside his hole and finger fuck him again.  He's soon going
"Mmmmmm nice... Ahhhh" until I demand, "OK, get over to the massage table,
lay on your back today..."  "Yes, Geoffrey... that was an awesome spanking,
thank you for that.."  "Get on the table, Dajuan. No talking." He lies on
his back pretending to pout because he's been admonished to keep
quiet. "Legs up... spread em' now".  His asshole is at the edge of the
massage table, his legs are up, bent at the knee, spread wide open.  I walk
up between his legs and without any hesitation grab the front of both his
thighs for leverage and ram my bone-hard cock all the way up his ass
"Aghhhhhhhh" goes Dajuan as I'm withdrawing all the way out and immediately
ramming it right back in past his sphincter muscle again... then twice more
"Fuck me, please fuck me..." from Dajuan in a gasping submissive, begging
manner.  A smack on his tender ass, "No talking.." a whimper from Dajuan,
then I'm all the way up inside him again... his hole is tight, very tight
but it's giving-in to my cock and expanding just right. Tight all around my
boner but still with enough give that the thrusts slide in OK.  I push up
steadily this time, hump his hole a few times to be sure he's accepting my
cock, then one last time in... Jesus, that feels good... leaving it way up
inside him as Dajuans is slowly letting air out through the small "O" he's
making with his lips, his cheeks puffed out, sweat rolling off his
forehead...  it's very hot in this sauna.

Absorbing all these great sensations on my cock, my balls humming and
vibrating as I grind my hips in a little circular pattern pushing my crotch
against his ass and thereby flattening his buttocks a bit and getting my
cock just that little bit further up inside him.  Dajuan moans "Ohhh it
feels so good..." I'm done with telling him to shut up, it's all about how
good it feels for both of us now. Keeping my crotch smashed against his
buttocks I bend down to suck his left nipple. Dajuan grabs my head running
his fingers all through my hair, up the back of my head, moaning and
squirming under me, gasping out some more moans, then "I love this so
fucking much.... oh God it feels soooo good..." I'm nibbling on his hard
nipple feeling my cock grow even harder inside him. Looking up at Dajuan,
his eyes are big, spit all around his mouth as he's craning his neck down
so our mouths can meet, I stretch forward and we take turns sucking and
licking each others tongue. I'm doing little two inch humps inside him now
with him tightening his sphincter muscle each time I pull out the two
inches. I feel my balls moving up in their sac so, pulling my head away and
straightening-up, I grab one of his ankles in each hand and spread them
even wider. Dajuan's looking in my eyes with about as submissive an
expression as I've ever seen... it makes my dick get a tiny touch harder as
I roughly pull his feet back on either side of my head than spread them out
again humping my boner in and out, in and out, in and out, then slam it in
and leave it there... he's nodding his head for me to fuck him
harder. Waiting a few seconds catching my breath, I then begin pounding my
cock up his ass, really pounding it now, my nuts smacking his ass with
every thrust, sweat rolling off my face. Dajuan's humping up off the table
spraying saliva and groaning and moaning the mantra, "fuck my ass... fuck
me.. fuck me..." not in a demanding way but rather using his whiny
submissive voice. Sweats slippery on his buttocks, pooling at his belly
button, sweat everywhere, it's hot as hell in here... "SLAM!  SLAM! SLAM!
my crotch smacks off his ass with my swollen boner poking up his hole it's
full six inches with every drive.

I'm holding his ankles and without thinking about it I pull his feet over
to rest against either side of my face, they're up against my cheeks as my
hips swing forward and back, fucking his ass for all I'm worth. Ah ha, the
foot thingie... his feet feel good on my sweaty face and I use them to wipe
the perspiration off my forehead and across my nose... nice foot smell, I
inhale it as I hump him. Jesus! That's sexy as hell, his odor, me up inside
him. He has long well formed toes, very nice feet and I press them against
my mouth and nose... it's so extra sexy my hips pick-up speed and I feel my
nuts start to churn... that familiar feeling of impending climax all up and
down my cock takes hold... it's almost painful inside my thighs near my
nuts... awesome.  I bite one of his heels pressing my nose against the sole
of his foot knowing it won't be long now. Dajuan's chanting. "I'm
cumming... I'm fucking cumming" his toes curl tight on my forehead as a
long white stream of spunk flies from his cock and splatters under his
chin, Dajuan's flopping on the massage table making gargling sounds in his
throat and clamping down his sphincter muscle so tightly on my cock I
squeal out, "Eeeeeeee" and cum spurts up from my nuts and pours out from my
cock in a hard stream filling his asshole, Dajuan's body jerking violently
while his boner fires another smaller shot of cum that hits the nipple I'd
been biting a couple of minutes ago.  Grabbing his boner he's stroking it
in a frenzy, eyes tightly closed, long wheezy sounds squeezed out between
his lips while I'm humping his ass nearly out of control and getting two
more shots of cum for my trouble, then cum is drooling during a few more
thrusts... feels so fucking good.

Slowing down, his hole sloppy with spunk, he's got his head up now and his
eyes open, pulling on his boner and moving his lips... I lean down and we
awkwardly try swallowing each others mouth as we lick, suck and kiss.
Messy, but sexy, and hot as the surface of the sun.  We're literally
covered in sweat, the energy of the fuck and the sauna's heat has us
drenched from head to foot. Our bodies together during the spit swapping
causes Dajuan's cum to spread between our bellies and chests, my cum is
drooling out of Dajuan's ass around my boner to stickily wet my crotch and
his buttocks. We need to stop making-out so we can begin getting oxygen
again, heavy breathing while staring at each other with shiny eyes, panting
as we come down from way, way up there where our orgasms had taken
us. Then, "That was fucking hot, Geoff..."  I gulp out, "Dude!... you put a
fucking spell on me or something. I was straight a few months ago, I swear
to you, I use to be straight..." He smiles and says, "Well, you ain't
straight now motherfucker!"  I go, "Thank God for that.  Scoot back..." and
with my cock coming out of him Dajuan scoots backward on the table making
room for me to climb up onto it and get between his legs, me then sitting
back on my ankles.  "We need a little more fucking.." as I lean forward to
get my still hard boner lined-up, then push it way back up inside him. We
both go, "Ahhhhh... ohhh, yeaaaah" because it feels like it belongs up
there to both of us... we giggle a little at our own horniness, but only
until I get into humping him steadily again. Soon he's back into his
submissive posture rolling his head back and forth whispering my name,
"Geoff, fuck me... fuck my ass Geoff...." as I'm really getting into
fucking him hard, the feeling's totally on me now.  I feel the dominance
growing as I hump his asshole bumping his body forward with the force of
it, my hands gripping his hips pulling him back roughly into my thrusts, me
towering over his squirming body. Dajuan's moaning and after a few minutes
of that I let go of his hips and use both hands to roughly push behind both
his thighs getting his legs up in the air "Hold those fucking black legs
away from me now..." whimpering, he goes "Yes, Geoffie... " sounding like a
ten year old.  Holding his legs against his body, his feet up in the air,
causes his ass to roll upward so I can fuck down on it, sweat and spit
drooling down my chin, I fucked his hole and smacked his spanked ass with
each boner thrust. It went on for a good long time...

Our second climaxes were minus most of the cum of the first climax, some
small shots, then mostly orgasms without any real spunk... some watery
drips, but the sensations were fabulous.  Covered in sweat, I fell on top
of him, he wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my back,
our faces together we licked and kissed for half a minute, me still fucking
his ass with three inch humps, then slowing down to a stop so we could
concentrate on breathing once more.  We don't do much of the lovey/dovey
affectionate stuff, it's too gay for me and we're not lovey/dovey in the
first place... we're buds doing some ultra hot buddy-sex together.  I go,
"I hate this part" as I'm sitting up and pulling my boner out of his
body... "Ooooo" I go, "Ahhhhhh Ohhh" goes, Dajuan.  "Oh boy, that rocked!"
I exclaim, really feeling great.  "Awesome ass, Dajuan.."  I'm climbing off
the table and when I'm on the floor Dajuan rolls off the table and lands
lightly on his feet... like a cat. "Jesus, Geoff... that was a bigger
workout than the weights..." We got bottles of water and drank them sitting
on the bench sweating in the sauna and talking about our sex-capade. I
explained about my foot thing back when I was a freshman and how I'm
developing a fetish to increase the sexual high.  He's like, "Dude, a foot
fetish? A smelly foot fetish?" and I go, "Oh yeah, it's way stupider than a
spanking fetish, rightttttt" and he laughs and laughs.  A little later we
showered together but did no hanky-panky as we were sexually satisfied.
It's not like we're lovers or anything.  Clean and happy we did our
homework together and I stayed for dinner with Dajuan and his family like I
do a couple times a week. His younger brother, Jamal, boasted about going
three for four with a homerun during his baseball game, which they lost. Mr
Smith lectured him that going three for four wasn't the important part,
winning the game is the important part and Jamal said he knew that, but I
could tell he didn't really believe it.  He looked over and smirked at me,
cool kid with a short fade haircut and stunning green eyes. He knows he's
hot, sadly he's totally hetero...  but then, so was I at his age.

Dajuan drove me home after we watched a preseason Red Sox game and on the
way we talked some more about our sexual activities this afternoon, neither
of us were completely sexually satisfied any longer, it had been six hours
since we climaxed and we are eighteen year old boys after all.  Nothing to
be done about the growing horniness now though, we're looking forward to
Friday and a repeat performance.  When I went inside the house I found my
grandparents waiting-up for me, they asked about my day and made sure I was
OK, then Mom Mom pecked me goodnight on my cheek, Gramps did his usual pat
on my back telling me I was a good kid and upstairs they go.  Nah, I can't
tell them about me being bi, it would only complicate things.  There's no
reason to anyway. Dajuan will pick me up in the morning for school so I
don't need to take the school bus, which would suck big time. Being poor I
don't have a car but I do have a part time job on the weekends.  During the
week my grandparents use the family car and there simply isn't any business
establishment remotely within walking distance. The car's available to me
on weekends though, so I work all day Saturdays and Sundays. I drive to a
location near the Framingham's Shoppers World where I work ten hours each
day at a Starbucks... I give half the money to Grand Dad to help with my
board and the rest is my lunch money and a little spending money for
cigarettes etc...  there isn't any fifty dollars left over for any fucking
senior class gift. I thought about that embarrassing situation as I lay in
bed, I hadn't told Dajuan because he'd put the fifty dollars in for me
without telling me... I've got too much pride to let that happen.

First thing in the morning Dajuan's in my driveway looking yummy and acting
chummy, we do our handshake and he says, "God damn Geoff, you are a cute
motherfucker, ya know that?" And I go, "Of course I know it... "  It gets
me to thinking about Bruce who's nice looking too.  I ask Dajuan, "Hey,
what do ya think about Bruce, could he be gay or bi?"  Dajuan shrugs and I
add "The other night I watched a short video of a threesome of gay lads on
my PC and wondered... what if?"  Dajuan goes, "Oh my God, you want another
white boy pounded his cock up my black ass, is that it?" I burst out a
laugh and he says, "Or maybe you be interested in someone fucking your boy
pussy... sho' nuff, that's it, ain't it?" "No way, dude... nobody fucks me.
I just kinda like Bruce's slim body... if he's gay I mean. Whaddya you
think?"  He goes "Hmmm, you know him better than me, might be interesting
at that... if he's gay or bi he'll probably be another sub though, don't ya
think?" I go, "Wouldn't that be something..." and I also secretly thought
about the feel of Garrett's boner... that's another thing I didn't tell
Dajuan about. Wouldn't it be fantastic if these last two months in school
turned my senior year totally around!

to be continued...

Donny Mumford       thinat20@yahoo.com