Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2013 06:31:51 -0800 (PST) From: Tague Micheals Subject: When Boys Love II This chapter is NOT about Jalan and Etan. The idea behind Boys Who Love was to give a single chapter snapshot of different boys sharing the same exhilarating experience of first love of a boy. Perhaps I will write second chapters on some of them. Perhaps I'll do a chapter that pulls them all together in a Boys' Love Club or some such thing. Time will tell. Meanwhile N-joi. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ MY HERO MY LOVER I heard the yelling from around the corner. "Hit the fag again." "Kick him in his queer balls." "Fuck him up Georgie, fuck him up good." "Well for fuck's sake," I thought to myself. "The first day of school and bullies were at it already." Not only was it the first day of school it was my first day in this, a new school. My mom had moved us from the inner city out to the burbs for all of the obvious reasons plus the fact that I beaten an 18 year boy half to death. I felt it was justified because the son of a bitch had raped a 7 year old girl and it hadn't gotten reported to the police. People in that part of the city didn't cotton to the cops even a little bit. So, I had taken it upon myself to mete out some Justice. The young man in question spent the better part of a month in the hospital for his behavior. Just like the rape, everybody knew who had done the beating but, again, it didn't get reported. A couple of the guy's friends had cornered me one night a few weeks later in a dark alley. I walked out first and mostly unscathed to boot while it took them a little longer. My name is Cougar, taken from John Mellencamp's middle name. I was 14 year old at the time this story took place. I had been defending myself since I was 5 and when my mother figured out it wasn't going to stop anytime soon she got me a membership at the Y when I was 6. It was a large YMCA; had basketball courts, a swimming pool, a little snack bar, and offered classes in all kinds of stuff from basket weaving to Tai Chi. I had started with Aikido, did some Tae Kwan Do and Ju Jitsu, boxing and even did a little ballet stuff, which only caused me to have to defend myself even more. I swam almost every day and by the time I was 10 I used the weight room 3-4 times per week with the help of a trainer who understood that young boys need to be very, very careful when it came weight lifting. As a result of all that stuff, the incidents of having to defend myself dwindled and it became widely known that, while maybe not the toughest boy in the hood, I didn't back down and I didn't give up and I could dish out a great deal of pain before I got put down. And I did get put down, but not very often after the age of 7. I rounded the corner of the building and saw the usual melee, a bunch of kids crowded around 3-4 others who had a victim down on the ground. "Yeah make him bleed," a boy's voice cried out. "He's crying; the little pussy is crying like a little girl," another boy yelled and got a round of laughter. I pushed my way into the group although not without comment. Once through I saw a kid on the ground and another kid straddling his waist and half heartedly slapping the boy's face. He wasn't a big boy, rather small actually, while the kid that was hitting him was almost as big as I was not that I was huge or anything. Two other boys were kicking the boy on the legs and thighs although their kicks weren't full powered by any means. All in all it looked like they were holding back. I wasn't prone to holding back. I grabbed the boy closest to me by the hair and yanked hard, spinning him backwards into the crowd so quickly that he didn't even have time to yell. Using the bottom of my foot against straddling boys' shoulder I blasted him from his place above the victim toppling him off to the side. The other kicking boy tried to step up to me and I drilled him in the center of his chest knocking him back into the crowd. By that time things had gotten real quiet. "You wanna try that fucking shit on someone your own size you chicken shit," I said, stepping over the victim, whom I noticed was bleeding from a scratch on the bridge of his nose. "Who the fuck are you," the kid on the ground said as he started to stand up. A couple of voices in the crown mimicked the question but not very loudly. "Cocksucker pulled my hair," a voice behind me said. I knew that he was close behind me so simply spun my upper body, swinging a back fist that connected somewhere on the side of his face. It didn't feel very good to me but it wasn't bad. My eyes never left the boy who had been getting up and in fact was by then on his feet. "I asked who the fuck you are," the kid said approaching me. I shot my right hand straight out sideways and of course the kids' attention focused on it so I just kicked him in the balls. "I'm the new kid," I said as he crumpled to the ground and doubled over holding his crotch. I turned toward the crowd of boys. "Anybody else wanna pick on a little kid? Now's your chance to step right up; take a shot at the title." I had learned early that talking with confidence and bravado often quelled problems and this instance was no different. I'd been talking shit since I was 8. "No? Then get the fuck outta here," I said and bluffed my upper body toward them like the Hulk. They scattered like leaves in the wind. The kid I'd pole axed in the chest started to get up and I told him to stay the fuck down til I told him to move. I checked the kid I'd back handed to see that he was bleeding from the mouth then turned my attention to the boy victim. I squatted down next to him. "You okay," I asked in a gentle voice. The kid didn't look to be older than 12, which was about the youngest age for a kid in middle school. He had dark brown hair that needed a hair cut. It draped more than half way down his ears and in the front down onto his eyelids. It had a wave about 2 inches from the ends, it actually sort went all the way around his head although on left side it curled toward the front and on the right side it did the same thing but also curved across the bangs. His eyes were an amazing grey green, something I'd never seen before, and were framed by medium thickened brows and long lashes. His face was totally smooth and somewhat pale, his nose narrow and small, his lips perfect although it was hard to tell because they were quivering. Tears were running down his cheeks, a bruise starting to show on the left side. The boy was as cute as they come and being a boy who loved boys I knew a cute boy when I saw one. He looked up at me with a grief stickin expression and my heart just melted right there. "Come on, let's get you sitting up," I said as gently as I could. I got him to a sitting position and leaning against the side of the building then took the tail end of my t-shirt and raised it up to staunch the blood seeping from the cut on his nose. "You'll ruin your shirt," he said in the high pitched voice of a boy on the edge of puberty. I loved the sound of it and the very slight accent. "It's okay, it's an old one." Clearly it wasn't an old shirt but it was red, which I pointed out. After cleaning up the blood I wiped his tears then sat next to him just in time to see an adult come round the corner and head toward us. "What's going on here," the man demanded. The boy holding his balls just groaned while one of the other ones told the guy I was holding them hostage. "Can you stand up," I said to the young boy and completely ignoring the teacher; I assumed he was a teacher. The boy nodded his head so I stood and reached out to him and when he took my hand I tugged him to his feet. "Why are you preventing these boys from leaving," the man demanded. I turned and looked at him, an innocent expression on my face. "How can I be keeping them from leaving? Did you see that I was trying to help this boy," I said in a soft and gentle voice. "I can't stop anybody from doing anything," I added. The man repeated his question about what was going on so I shrugged my shoulders. "I came around the corner just like you and saw this boy sitting on the ground bleeding and those guys just like they are. I helped this boy cuz he was bleeding. You'll have to ask them what happened." The boy holding his balls said they were all just goofing around and he got whacked in the nuts by accident and the one boy got a cut. The teacher looked at the other ruffians who both just shrugged their shoulders and kept silent. The boy I'd helped backed up the balls boys' story. The teacher wasn't buying it but let it go telling us all to get to our next class because lunch was over. The boy and I wandered away while the teacher waited for the other two to get up off the ground. I put my arm around his shoulder, since he was a good 4 inches shorter than me. "Thanks for helping me," he said quietly." I told him I was glad I could. He said that the other boys would be looking for me so be prepared. I told him it probably wouldn't be a problem. He tugged me behind a huge bush and said, "My name is Dax," as he reached out for my hand. "Cougar," I said taking his smaller hand and shaking it. "That's a cool name. You're new here aren't you," he asked and I nodded my head. "This is my first day in this school too, in 7th grade. You're probly in 9th right?" I nodded my head then asked him what all had been about. Dax lowered his head a little as if shamed, which I guess he was. "I did some stuff over the summer with the brother of one of those boys. I guess the brother must have said something and now they all think I'm a fag." I asked him if stuff meant sex and he nodded his head without looking at me. "That's cool with me," I said. "But I don't think they'll be bothering you any more." Dax looked at me and said he wasn't so sure about that. "You let me know if they do; okay?" He nodded his head and thanked me again. We waited until the teacher and the 2 boys went past where we were hidden then left and went to our respective classes. I got quite a few looks from other students. I figured that part of it was cuz I was the new kid and part was because the story about had happened at lunch had made the rounds. When I was in halls a few people stepped aside, others didn't, going on about their business and trying to maneuver the crowded hallways. I was plopped into a seat in the back row of an art class when Dax came in. He happened to see me so headed in my direction. As came down the aisle between the rows the fat kid in front of me stuck his foot out and Dax tripped, almost falling but caught himself. The teacher was facing the board and hadn't heard the commotion amongst the rest of the noise of kids filling a classroom. I finger flicked the kids ear hard and of course he spun around quickly to see my face inches from his. His mouth was open; an angry expression marred his red chubby face. "Ever do that again and I'll fuck you up," I growled in a low menacing voice. "You and what army," he said with false bravado. I quickly grabbed the same ear I'd flicked and pulled hard, jerking his fat head completely over. "Don't ever question me again," I said and tugged the ear hard for good measure then let go. There wasn't any reason to get into a yapping discussion over it. I learned a long time before to just shut those things down as soon as possible. It worked. Chubby ruddy turned back to face forward, rubbing his ear. Goddamn I hoped I wasn't going to have to go through this crap every day in every class, knowing that it would go away but that I'd experience these challenges for a little while at least. We made it through the class and as we headed out afterwards Dax asked me what I had next and I told him PE. I liked having gym at the end of the day cuz it seemed to make the day shorter and I got to shower before heading home. I enjoyed showering because it meant I wouldn't have to do it later and besides I loved looking at other naked wet boys. "Wow, me too," Dax said with a little excitement. I said that was good cuz he could show me where I had to go. We talked as we walked and he explained he was the middle of 3 kids, two boys and a sister who was the oldest. His parents both worked and overall his family was okay, nothing great nothing bad. I told him I was an only child. He lived about a half mile from where my mother and I lived in public housing. Fortunately ours was in a newly remodeled group of duplexes unlike that 5 story apartment building we had lived in before. We were part of a group of about 50 boys and girls headed in the same direction; the girls headed to one side of the building and the boys the opposite side. As we went through the double doors Dax said we would most likely be in the same class because that's how it worked in the last PE class of the day. We ended up being herded out onto the gym floor and told to sit in the bleachers. As we got seated I saw one of the boys from lunch (hair pull boy) sitting with some other boys. He saw me and immediately began whispering to some of his cronies. After we got seated fat fuck from the previous class came lumbering in, huffing and puffing from the walk up the hill to the gym. "Jesus Petey you gotta lose some fucking weight," some kid said with a chuckle. Petey told him to go fuck himself which garnered laughter from many of the other boys. It was all in good fun. When fat boy saw me he snarled then sat a couple rows behind me, he too whispering to some other boys. The gym teacher came in, told us to quiet down then went through the typical routine of taking role. When I answered to my name I heard Petey mumble "big pussy," to which people laughed and the teacher cautioned about name calling. "There are always laps for misbehavior and if that doesn't work you'll get to meet Mr. Maple." He didn't explain but the room quieted down significantly. I found out later that he meant the 20 inch long, 6 inch wide and inch thick paddle that hung in his office. I would eventually watch as other class mates were introduced to Mr. Maple and in fact I would have a meeting with him as well. The PE teacher, generally referred to as coach but whose name was Mr. Hanson, outlined what the next 3 months would look like which included everybody showering every day no excuses. To that he added that no horseplay in the showers would be tolerated. A single introduction to Mr. Maple typically cured boys from horseplay in the shower. Included in that list was snapping towels. If any two boys had a problem with each other that escalated into the physical realm those 2 would first go through a wrestling match to first pin or put on the gloves. I would have to put on the gloves within the first week and never again. Within a month it would be a wrestling match, again, only once. Coach lined us up according to size, just to get an idea about how we fit with each other and I was about midway in the taller end of the line. He then took us on a tour of the gym, weight room, ball room, showers and locker room where he assigned lockers. Unfortunately Dax and I were a row apart although that wasn't ultimately the reason that caused me to put on the gloves. We ended class with a list of required clothing for PE which included a mouth guard and were let go. Dax and I started walking down the hill to the school, our lockers, and then the buses. On the way, Petey the Chubby fucker went by us, bumping heavily into me in passing. He mumbled a sorry as passed but the look on his face was anything but sorry. "You're gonna have trouble with that kid," Dax told me. I responded with, probably. A minute later hair pull boy, whose name was Gerald or Gerry, did the same thing exactly and his expression was no more sorrowful that Petey's. "You're really making friends on your first day of school," Dax observed. "So it would seem," I said with a grin. Honestly, I wasn't worried about it. Dax and I were on the same bus so obviously sat next to each other. Gerald was on the same bus as well and I could hear him behind us whispering to his friends, giggling and under his breath heard, new kid, fucked up and that sort of thing. I just kept talking to Dax. Things got into a routine and didn't pose any problems until Friday in gym class. We were dressing out and I had just stepped into my jock strap when I heard the sound of a slam against the locker on the next row over and a whimper from Dax. I went around the corner to see Petey standing over Dax who was on the floor dressed only in briefs. A handful of other boys in various stages of dress, or undress, stood watching although it wasn't like the day before. At least one of them wanted to step in but he was fearful of larger boy. "What the fuck you think you're doing fat ass," I asked in a moderate tone. He turned and saw me then told me to mind my own fucking business and started to turn back to Dax. "You are my business you fat piece of shit." The fat boy turned back to me. "I'm gonna turn you inside out," he said in what was suppose to be a menacing voice. "I doubt you can turn your skungie underwear inside out," I responded, stepping up close to him. "What the hell is going on here," Mr. Hanson said as he came around the row of lockers. "I slipped and fell sir," Dax jumped in. He was already to his knees and on his way to standing up. Like the teacher the day before the coach didn't buy it then told us to be on the floor in 2 minutes. The 40 minutes went by quickly; routine warm up, then outside for some relays then 5 laps around the track. I didn't push myself and tried to remain in the middle of the pack through all of it. The showers afterward proved interesting, as it usually does, and I wasn't in the middle of the pack in there. I wasn't the top dog either but probably in the top 5 or 6. I was nudging 7 inches when fully hard, had a set of hairless nuts that hung nicely, and a nice little patch of dark brown hair at the base of my dick and flat belly. I still had my foreskin which called a little attention to my boy parts. I also had a nice ass, if I do say so myself. At 5'6 or so I was an average height among other gym mates. A couple of boys were very well hung, one pushing 8 inches most likely. Petey, being the fat bitch that he was, had a stubby dick and tight balls. There was everything in between, most of the boys my age around 5-6 inches or so. Of course many of the 7th graders were hairless or had a sprinkling of hair and none were spectacular in the cock department. Dax of course was beautiful. Dax was cute clothed and even more cute naked. His cut cock would probably go 4½ inches fully hardened. He didn't have a hair anywhere other than his head. His balls were dropped but didn't hang overly far and of course were in the process of growing. He had an ass to die for, a nicely rounded pair of pale globes that begged to squeezed and fondled. He looked me over and I unashamedly did the same. Many of the boys were doing the same thing, a process of figuring out where they stood in the scheme of boy parts. Of course a few of the younger boys either got hard or were getting hard, and tried to hide that fact, generally to no avail. The coach was hovering so no teasing took place, that being the reason he was hovering. I didn't sense that he was checking us out. On the school bus later Dax told me that Petey was pitching him shit and had pushed him then thanked me for rescuing him again. I told him that rescuing was becoming my mission in life and I was more than okay with that. It earned me a smile, one that I truly loved seeing on his smooth face. I'd had already jacked off thinking about doing stuff with Dax and seeing him naked in the shower would only enhance my fantasies. Our legs were practically pushed up against each other and neither of us seemed inclined to move. Things moved along with normalcy and the following Monday I put the gloves on. Petey was doing his shit, this time with another smaller boy and I stepped in again. The crux of it was that coach heard the whole thing and after warm ups we were gloved and facing each other off inside a wide ring of boys seated at the edge of the mat. I was bouncing as soon as I stepped into the ring some kid said out loud that Petey was going to get his ass kicked. Coach quelled that immediately then went through the quick rules, we touched gloves and Petey came out swinging. I kept my elbows in, chin low and gloves up. I let him clip me a couple of times on the shoulders but mostly just stepped out of his way. Coach allowed the boys to cheer and cheer they did, mostly for Petey because they knew him, Also the story about Dax and I had spread along with the story from the second day of class. "He's scared of you Petey," "Take him out Petey," "Give it to him Petey," were some of the calls. I heard my name called by a couple of boys, probably 7th graders who pretty much figured I was their knight in shining armor. Then I heard Dax call out, "You can do it Cougar. Teach him a lesson" and that is what I did. Petey came in high and I slammed a glove into his fat belly causing him to utter a loud "oof," and bend over, dropping his guard and as he did I blasted him on the side of the head. Needless to say we were wearing the typical padded gear so he didn't get hurt but he did drop like a fallen tree. The class went totally silent. I backed away as soon as I delivered the punch so the coach didn't have to tell me to although he did step between us. Coach called the count and Petey didn't get up. Despite all of the previous cat calls the crowd of boys cheered when the coach held my arm up signaling the win. It took Petey a moment to get up but by that time everyone had crowded around me and were patting my back and whispering things like "he deserved it" "good for you" "glad you hurt that fat fuck" and things of that nature. Coach had everybody hit the basketball court for drills but kept me to the side for a second. "You've had some lessons; you handled yourself pretty well." I nodded my head. "Petey isn't likely to let that go so One: watch your ass and Two: try to keep it away from my gym class." I nodded my head and he did the same then patted my ass the way coaches do and told me to get out on the floor. After a bit Petey joined us and the coach took him to the side and I assumed gave him the same speech I got. Things went well for a couple weeks, nothing to crow about except showering with boys. God I loved looking at naked boys. I loved the water beading down their smooth skin, their cocks softened by the hot water swaying around as they moved. I loved watching other boys tenderly washing their cocks and their balls and reaching behind to clean their puckered holes. I had been with a few boys in my old neighborhood, sucking cocks, jacking off and that sort of thing. One boy, a year younger than me, let me fuck him a half dozen times, crying and moaning with each thrust of my rock hard cock. I loved holding him afterwards, our naked bodies pressed against one another, giving each other tender little kisses. I had some hopes of playing with a couple of boys in my PE class, especially the one with the biggest dick, Raymond. A nice enough kid he wasn't at all hot in the face department; crooked teeth, zits, a slightly droopy left eye and body odor but I don't think that would have stopped me from sucking his dick if he was interested, or vice versa. And then there was Dax. I jacked off almost every night thinking about seeing him in the shower that afternoon, wishing I could hold him and kiss him and play naked with him. Dax was a kind, sweet, innocent boy and just thinking about him could make my dick go stone hard in seconds. I dreamed about running my tongue over every inch of his smooth naked body, dreamed about sucking his cock and making him cum, about cumming in his mouth. Every time I glanced at his naked butt I thought about burying my face in there and licking him until he cried out for me to fuck him and of course I dreamed about fucking him. I wondered if he had any similar kinds of feelings for me and hoped that he did for that would open those doors right up. I felt somewhat encouraged too because that first time we met he had shared with me the experience with another boy. We had never talked about it although I was more than willing to but I didn't want to bring it up. I draped my arm across his shoulders when we walked side by side. Plenty of boys did that in school and it wasn't a gay thing it was a buddy's thing so it was okay. Everybody had basically accepted that Dax was my friend, that I was his protector so for the most part the bullies left him alone. We sat together on the bus in the morning and again after school. More than once in the mornings he leaned his small head on my shoulder telling me to wake him up when we got there. He never really stayed there very long. Along about week 3 Petey decided he wanted a rematch but this time it would be wrestling. He had at least 40 pounds on me which the coach pointed out but that didn't worry me. So, with head gear on we circled each other. I falsed him a couple times, causing the fat boy to move backwards but not very fast. He tried to shoot me but I am way too agile for that and bounced out of the way. He finally rushed me and I let him take me, providing him a false sense of superiority. But I had my hands free, which he should never have allowed so I had him in a headlock and twisted my body and shot my free arm underneath Petey's left arm. Basically I leveraged him and toppled him onto the mat on his side where I quickly got him rolled onto his back. I wrapped my legs around his inside leg so the only place he could go was to the outside which would also put his shoulders on the mat. The fat fuck struggled, I'll give him that, but I had his upper body pretty well wrapped up. It was only a matter of seconds before coach called the match and as he did I whispered into Petey's ear. "It will be much easier to be my friend." There were plenty of other things I could have said and I didn't really want him to be my friend but I preferred that to being an enemy. I quickly released him, scrambled to my feet and back away. By Christmas Petey would actually engage me in conversation which would result in me giving him some boxing tips. By the end of that school year he would slim down, losing 35 pounds and earning a grudging respect from a lot of students. That same afternoon 2 boys got their introductions to Mr. Maple. They were goofing around in the shower and coach caught them. He got all the boys together and had them watch as the 2 fully naked miscreants bent over and grabbed their ankles. The coach then draped a soaking wet towel over each boys' naked ass. I wondered briefly if the paddle would hit the boys balls which were hanging like so much fruit between their legs. When coach swung the paddle he did it like a major league baseball player going for a homer and the sound of the paddle hitting them was like a gunshot in the locker room. One boy had tears in his eyes when he stood and the face on the second boy didn't reflect joy and harmony that's for damn sure. The weekend after I bested Petey, Dax invited me to hang out at his house all day Saturday and spend the night. My mom had gotten a second job which was part time on weekends so she was all for me making friends. "Wear old clothes and bring an extra change of clothes cuz you're gonna get dirty," he said with a grin. When I pressed him he wouldn't say a word. So, Saturday morning I showed up on his doorstep about 10 am with my gym bag in hand. His little brother answered the door. As cute as Dax only younger, he introduced himself as Acel as in ace and el. Dax was close behind him, grinning from ear to ear. He introduced me to his parents, who seemed like nice people, and welcomed me into their home. "I don't suppose you're named after John Mellencamp now are you," his father asked and when I nodded my head he gave me an easy smile. "Nice name great musician." His mother had an accent which I would learn is French and was where Dax got his slight accent. I discovered that he spoke the language fluently as did his siblings. "My sister Marcelle is at her piano lessons. Come on let's go upstairs to my room. I followed Dax up a somewhat narrow set of stairs, admiring his glorious little butt which was wrapped in jeans. "Acel and I share the upstairs," he said, "and we have our own bathroom." The bathroom was at the top of the stairs and Dax's room was to the right, Acel's to the left. We entered into a large room whose ceiling was peaked like the roof of the house and that looked out onto their large backyard and a huge park about a block away. His bed was a large mattress and box spring that sat on the floor. It had a student desk that also had a transistor radio on it along with the parts of a model car, the latter sitting on spread out newspaper. He had a closet on the same wall as the door, the closet on one side and a beat up dresser on the other side. There were some posters on the wall; a couple of Beatles, an Einstein, and some other stuff. It was a nice room, a sanctuary and I liked it. Dax asked if I was wearing my old clothes and I nodded my head. "Let's go then." We stopped in the kitchen and picked up a little travel bag of sandwiches and water that his mother had prepared. Have you ever played capture the flag?" I shook my head. Dax explained the game and the rules. He said they played a couple times a month, they being kids from school and the neighborhood and other kids who happen to be there and want to play. "We're going early so I can show you the playing area but you'll still get to team with me, all new kids get to do that." At the park he walked me around the playing area, showed me the boundary which was a wide walking trail and the side boundaries which were smaller trials and 1 small creek and pond. He showed me where each side's jail was and some of the places where the flags were usually hidden. I'd never remember it all for today's game but if I played a few times I'd get it. Last he showed me where the players hung out between games to rest up, snack or use the restrooms, which were a typical building block style. "I guess a lot of hook ups take place here, especially after dark. I've heard of boys who hook up with men who pay them to do stuff like sucking cock, fucking, even jacking off for a man. I guess sometimes two boys will do stuff together and the man pays them both. I think that would be dangerous." I told him about places where I used to live that were like that and that I knew boys that had done it. "A couple of boys tried to get me to do it but it wasn't something I wanted to do, even though the money was good." "Me either," Dax said. "I don't really want to do anything with a man either." I agreed with him then asked, "What about other boys?" Dax didn't miss a beat. "Yeah, I don't mind doing stuff with boys. I mean, a guess a lot of boys do stuff together and its kinds of fun. Have you ever?" I nodded my head and told him I had a couple of times, which was pretty much a lie. I'd done stuff plenty of times. Other boys started to show up so we had to end that conversation but I sure was okay with opening it up again. Dax introduced me to the boys that he knew and others just introduced themselves. Other boys had brought food too so we ate and talked and boys kept coming. Somebody asked if anybody else had heard about a party at Sandy's last night and somebody else said that 15 boys were there and the sperm was flying. "I heard they made a cream sickle out of a boy from central," another boy said. Somebody else said they would have loved to see that. "Fuck, I would have liked to do it," another kid said. "Have you cummed on a boys' face; it's so awesome." I was a little surprised that the group was so open about sex stuff. "Come on let's pick teams," another boy said. The team captains had been chosen at the last game so they flipped a coin and began choosing. There was another buddy team like Dax and me and they went to the other team. The teams got picked the captains handed out the long strips of colored cloth to their teammates; bright red for our side and bright yellow for the other that were tied to a belt loop. They held up the flags so everyone knew what they looked like. "Fuck, here comes trouble," a kid on our team said, pointing. Headed our way was "the crew", the 3 boys that I'd had my first run in with. Gerry, the pulled hair kid, Crumpy; the kid I'd pole axed and their idiot leader George Kendricks, who naturally went by Georgie. Nobody knew the other kid who looked to be a couple years older than the rest of us. "We wanna play," Georgie informed the group. He was told the teams were already picked and he responded with tough shit. He then pointed out 4 kids on the opposite team told them to switch. "What the fuck you think you're doing George," their team captain said. He said he was taking over the team then told that kid to change sides. While Georgie talked the big kid with him kept eyeing me and that wasn't lost on Dax. "They're looking for trouble Cougar," he whispered to me, "and I think you're the target." I had to agree but I didn't say anything. I was busy checking out the big kid, seeing how he moved. Georgie called his team the pussy posse and herded them off onto their side of the playing field. Tristan, the kid who had been the other team's captain came over to me. "I heard that you had some trouble with that prick and it seems to me they might be looking for payback." I agreed with him and we discussed a little plan that might help get my team members to me if there was trouble. I didn't really need their help but it was nice to let them think I did. I won't go through everything that happened. My team won the first game, their team the second one. I went to jail and I put a few of their players in jail and rescued a number of mine. I was beginning to think that things were going to be okay, not that I let up on my vigilance. Dax and Tristan thought so too. Dax and I were working our way down a trail about 5 minutes into the 3rd game and just as I was stepping into a clearing I got tripped and went down and was piled on, I assumed by the crew. I heard Dax cry out and as I tried to get up I got clocked on the cheek. "Get him up." I knew it was Georgie talking. The big kid sort of manhandled me into a standing position, not knowing that I was actually helping him do it while giving the impression that I was struggling. Once upright the kid wrapped his arms around me, pinning my arms to my side. Georgie punched me in the mouth and split my lip but I didn't say anything. "S'matter Cougar, got nothing to say," he taunted. Gerry had brought Dax into my view and I could see that his mouth was cut and bleeding too. Crumpy stood in front of me and slugged me in the stomach. I saw it coming so tightened my abs. It didn't hurt that bad, the kid hit like a pussy but I did some acting to make him think it did. Then Georgie started talking shit. "I'm gonna fuck you up, ya know that? And one of the things I'm gonna do is kick you square in the balls like you did me." Other kids started coming into the clearing and Sid told them to stay out of it or they'd get some too. Gerry had been holding Dax by the arm and punched him in the stomach, causing Dax to cry out and bend over in pain. I decided I'd had enough. I let my body sag, as if weakened. The kid that was holding me had no choice but to bend with me or let me go and he didn't want to do that. Standing, he was a head taller than me but bending over put our heads more even. I braced my feet against the ground and heaved my head backwards at the same time I extended my legs as if pushing off from the bottom of a swimming pool. My head collided with his mouth and his nose and I heard a satisfying crunch when it did. He let go immediately and as he did I bend my right knee slightly the performed a classic round kick right into the side of Georgie's face. As I strode toward Crumpy a bunch of kids jumped on Gerry, freeing Dax, and began pounding out Gerry. Crumpy actually was stupid enough to swing at me. I trapped blocked him, one arm on the inside by his wrist and the other on the outside right at the elbow. From there it was a simple task to move to a wrist lock that put him on the ground with his wrist and arm very close to the breaking point. I let go and kicked him in the ribs and turned for the big kid. Blood was pouring out of his nose as well as his mouth. I started toward him and he started backing up. I swear to God this really happened. Tristan dropped to his hands and knees behind the kid and he actually fell backwards over the boy. He too was mobbed by boys because by then almost everyone that had been in the game had made it to where we were. They basically beat the shit out of the crew and while it may have seemed unfair, remember that the crew had been doing the same to others for some time. Pay back was always a bitch. We would find out on Monday that the boys had stripped the crew down to their underwear and ran off with their clothes. Dax and I headed toward his house. I made sure he was okay, only had a few bruises. Of course he was worried about me but I was okay really, just a little pain. We went in through the back gate and into the house through the kitchen. "Is that you Dax," his father called out from the living room and his son called back that it was. From the kitchen we headed down a back hallway in order to avoid his father, which didn't work as he intercepted us before we could start upstairs. He looked us over then said, "Good game?" We nodded our heads. "Got a little rough I see." Well what the fuck could we really say. "Dax go get the med kit from the pantry; Cougar come into the bathroom and we'll get you cleaned up." He wetted a washcloth and began dabbing gently at my lip. "Same boys as the first day of school," he asked. I jerked my head back a little bit then nodded my head. I was shocked that he knew about that. "Did you give as good as you got?" "Better," I responded around the washcloth. He nodded his head and said "Good boy. Is it finished?" He asked these questions like he was asking about the weather or something and kept on working on me. I shrugged my shoulders and said I hoped so just before Dax came into the bathroom. His father went about using an antiseptic on the cuts followed by an ointment on both of us then asked Dax to put the med kit back, which he did. As soon as Dax left the room he said to me in a quiet voice. "Thank you for looking after my son Cougar. He's not a particularly strong boy. I'm very pleased that you're his friend. Don't let Dax know that I know; okay? Let it be our little secret son." My little heart swelled. Nobody, and I mean no body had ever called me son before and then he put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me. Well, at that point I would have walked on broken glass through fire for that man. We left the bathroom and Dax met us in the hallway. "You boys go upstairs and take a shower and take it easy. I'll send dinner up to you." Dax asked what his mom would say and his father said not to worry about it that he'd take care of it and as we headed up the stairs he said to toss the clothes down the laundry chute. At the top of the stairs we peeled off our t-shirts, jeans and socks and put them through a little swinging door that dropped them down into the basement, which I thought was pretty cool. As we went into the bathroom Dax said we could shower together if we wanted since the shower was easily big enough for 4 people. We stripped naked, got the water running and as we climbed in I all but stared at his narrow little butt. God he had a cute ass. We reveled in the hot water for a minute. "Want me to wash your shoulders and back Cougar," Dax asked me. I had never taken a shower with another person except gym class so had never had anybody wash my back so said sure. I stood still as Dax soaped his hands then worked on my shoulder, massaging them, then washed down my back, not missing a spot. As he neared my butt I wondered if he'd stop and hopped that he wouldn't. He didn't. Dax re-soaped his hands then began washing one cheek and then the other. "Has anybody told you that you have a really nice butt Cougar?" I shook my head, all new feelings rushing through my body which included my cock. "Well you do." "Not as nice as yours though," I said. "Really? You think I have a nice butt?" I nodded my head and said oh yeah. My cock was about half way hard when Dax slipped his fingers in my crack and moved them up and down. He didn't touch my butt hole and I wished that he had. "There you go," he said and patted me on the butt. "Will you wash my back Cougar?" I said that I would but I wasn't sure how Dax would react to seeing me hard. I shouldn't have worried because he was turning as I turned and got a glimpse of his rock hard cock standing straight up. I soaped my hands and went about doing just what Dax had done to me, getting a moan as I massaged his shoulders. I worked my way down his back and re-soaped my hands then knelt down, not quite behind him or beside him. I kneaded his cheeks as I washed and Dax amazed me by moving one foot out further. With one hand on his hip and used the other one to wash between his thighs, almost to his balls and heard him inhale slightly. I pulled my hand back and moved it forward again only this time I bumped his balls, turned my hand upward and cupped the hanging eggs. I reached all the way around at the same time and wrapped my hand around his hard cock and stroked it. This time when I pulled my other hand back I stopped at his hole and rubbed back and forth across it while my other hand took over playing with his slippery soapy balls. "Oh fuck Cougar," Dax moaned and reached down to touch my head. "Put your finger in me," he whispered; his voice noticeably deeper. I maneuver my middle finger through the tight muscle and slid it in and out of him. I stroked his cock with my fingers still wrapped around his balls so was tugging on them slightly as I jacked him off. "I don't want to cum yet Cougar. Can we stop and go to my bed?" I slid my finger out of him and let go of his boy stuff and stood up. Dax went into my arms right off the bat and we hugged tightly. I reveled in the feel of his wet slippery body then reveled again when his hand found my cock and felt on it. "God you're big," he whispered into my ear then moved his upper body away from mine. "I want to kiss you so bad but your lips; my lips." I leaned forward, lips pursed and kissed his lips very gently, pulled back a tiny bit then did it again. Dax got into it right off and kissed me back. Then his tongue slid out and we tongued a little bit keeping our lips out of the way. Dax was the first to back away and of course he had to look at my raging hard cock. "I wanna suck that; let's rinse and get out of here." Back in his bed I discovered how much Dax loved cock. He lay between my spread out legs half resting on my thigh. He worked my cock over like it had never been worked over before. He kissed up and down the shaft, nuzzled it with his lips. He held his tongue out and moved his head from side to side, dragging it across my cock. Dax moved more weight on my thigh and began working around my cock head, licking all over it and around it. He opened his mouth wide and captured the shaft and backed off like he was working on a popsicle. He licked up the underside of the head and finally took it inside his mouth. I thought I was gonna die, this beautiful boy sucking my cock, his sweet lips gripping me. All the while I could hear soft moans coming from him, soft comforting moans. He stopped sucking and rubbed his face on my cock as if it were the finest silk then kissed up the shaft to the head and took me back into his mouth again. Dax managed to change hands while he sucked me so that his free hand could play with my balls and his weight was distributed so that he could stroke me as well. I felt my balls change and knew I was on my way to sperming. I wanted to cum in Dax's sweet mouth. I wanted to see my cum leaking out through his sweet lips and down his chin. I also wanted to suck on Dax's cock. I had hardly even had a chance to look at it and I really wanted to explore it along with his hairless balls. I knew that we had all night long but still. Just when I was ready to tell him I was gonna cum Dax stopped. He moved down and began licking my balls, nipping at the loose folds of skin then kissed all over both nuts. Dax finally stopped and got to his knees and began licking and kissing his way up my body. He nuzzled my moss with his lips, licked to my belly button, kissed and licked all around the little nubbin. Dax kept moving, his thighs pressing against my inner thighs and as his lips and mouth moved upward he lowered his waist onto mine so that he could gently rub his stuff against mine. Dax found a nipple, first licking it then sucking on it. My whole body shivered from the feeling and I wrapped my arms around his head and moaned loudly. I thrust my hips upward to grind into Dax and felt him respond in the same manner. He let go of my nipple and kissed upward which forced him to move his legs outside of mine and a let me wrap my arms around his back. I rubbed up and down his back as he kissed and gently sucked on my neck causing more shivers and shakes from me. Dax moved from my neck and onto my face. He kissed my cheek, my nose, my eyelids, back down my nose. "I want to kiss your lips hard Cougar," he said in a husky voice, "But I don't want to hurt you." I reached behind his head and pulled it gently down and pressed my lips against his and a second later our mouths were opened and pressed against each other. Our tongues battled against each other and I could hear Dax continue to utter soft moans. I let my hands moved down onto his slender little butt and kneaded them, one cheek in each hand. It felt great. Dax finally moved and he surprised me by moving upward above my head, bringing his cock to me. I eyeballed until it was in front of me, quivering in its' rigidity. The head and upper part of the shaft were bright red and if I didn't know better I would have though it hurt. His balls were a full hang in their soft hairless bag. When it was close enough I pulled it down and put my mouth over it and closed down. I could take almost all of Dax's cock into my mouth and the way I was laying his balls rested on my chin each time he pushed inside. He moved his waist, gently fucking my mouth. My hands were on his tender little butt encouraging him to do what he was doing. On his next pull back I let go of his dick and captured his balls in my mouth and sucked on the small eggs which caused him to moan again. Dax didn't move but just stayed there and let suck his nuts. I went back to sucking his cock and after a minute I felt his body moved but he didn't pull away so I kept on doing what I was doing. He did some more fiddling and I saw him reach behind himself and after a second he said, "Put your finger in my butt Cougar." I slipped my right hand between me and his crotch; reached up and discovered that he'd pulled a butt cheek open. When I got my finger up there I further discovered that he'd put some lotion or something on his hole because it was slippery and my finger went right on inside of him. "Fuck me with your finger Cougar; make me cum, okay?" I didn't answer him because I didn't figure he needed me to besides I had a mouthful of cock. Okay, maybe not full but it was busy. I sucked him, kneaded the remaining butt cheek and finger fucked his tight little hole. "Oh god that feels so good Cougar, don't stop." I felt like he was trying to fuck my mouth a little better too and I was okay with that. I felt the little bump inside his butt, a little bump that I was quite familiar with inside my own butt. I didn't know what it was but it sure as shit felt good when I rubbed it when my dick was hard. I felt Dax pick up speed and for a brief second I was glad that his cock wasn't much bigger than it was or wouldn't have been able to handle it. As it was my mouth was probably a perfect hole for him although my butthole would have been tighter and by that time I was committed to having the boy fuck me. "Oh yeah Cougar, I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum. Ooohhhh God." I felt his cock pulse and his body shake and the little spot in his butt go hard like a little nut. And I felt liquid on my tongue. That surprised me cuz I knew it was sperm and I wouldn't have expected Dax to be making the stuff. Dax kept on fucking my face and I kept on sucking his dick and fingering his hole and then he just slowed down and stopped. I knew enough to not move my mouth and tongue on his post spermed cock head but that didn't stop me from working his butt hole or kneading his butt cheek. Above me I heard him panting like he'd run a marathon and smiled to myself. He finally told me to take my finger out so I did, slowly. As soon as it was free Dax pulled his cock from my mouth and lay down, half on me and half beside me. He kissed my all over my face and on my lips then snuggled his head into the crook of my neck. I did my best to hold him, reveling in the compact size of his body and how well it fit against my own body. "That was amazing Cougar. My God I've never done anything quite like that. I couldn't help myself when I was doing your cock, ya know. It was like I couldn't get enough of it. I turned kind of sideways a little and rubbed his side, his back, and of course his delicious tender butt. My cock was poking him in the belly and as he took hold of it I said, "I loved having you do it too Dax. It was the most awesome cock sucking I've ever had and honestly, I've had more that I said. I wasn't ready for you to know that I've done a lot of stuff with boys and I really loved it although nothing compares to this, to you." Dax raised up and put his mouth against mine and kissed me ever so softly. "That's sweet of you to say Cougar because I feel the same way. No boy I've ever been with, and there aren't that many, are like you. I think you're the coolest guy I've ever known and right now I want to make you cum. Can I Cougar, can I make you cum?" What could I say to that except yes. Dax slid down my body and did what he'd done before except he put one foot on the floor and one knee between my legs before tackling the job of making my sperm squirt. He went about it with the same enthusiasm as before; licking, kissing, mouthing up and down my shaft and my swollen cock head. "I love that you still have your skin Cougar," he said, sliding my foreskin back and forth over the red tinted head a few times before actually sucking me off. Dax kept on jacking my cock as he sucked me, his head bobbing up and down in tandem with his stroked. God he was so beautiful. Watching his face as he sucked me was incredible. I couldn't help but reach out and rub his soft face, to push his hair back away from his face. His eye had been closed but opened when I moved his hair. Well, I wouldn't say they were open, open but slightly open. Dax was on fire hot, just like I was, his blue grey eyes twinkling. I felt my body start to change. "I'm gonna cum soon Dax," I said in a hoarse voice. Dax looked up at me and with my cock still in his sweet mouth, smiled, and kept right on sucking. Oh god I thought to myself, he's gonna let me cum in his mouth. The idea of my sperm shooting into that darling cute boys' mouth just about did me in. I could feel my body building up to it, I told Dax again that I was close to cumming. Then I was there. "Oh fuck Dax oh fuck oh fuck," I groaned. The incredible tickling feeling of my sperm shooting up my cock shaft made me see spots. My hands gripped the bed sheets beside me. Dax kept right on stroking and sucking. About the third jet of my sperm I saw the white goo leaking out of his mouth. My cum was leaking out around that boys beautifully formed lips and running down the side of my cock. I felt my cock squirt again and then Dax let his mouth open ever so slightly and I swear the stuff all but poured out. He kept on sucking me too. As he raised his head his mouth opened a little and sperm leaked out then as his head went back down he gripped me with his lips. It was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen in my life and I swear to god it made me cum again, or at least I felt the feelings of cumming again only that didn't last but a second. My sperming was over quickly, it always is, and Dax kept on sucking and stroking and leaking my cum for another half minute before he stopped. When he back off of my cock sperm was still leaking out of his mouth and running down his chin although I did watch him swallow whatever was left. I tended to make a fair amount of jizz when cummed so I knew that he had gotten a mouthful. He commented on that fact. "Oh man Cougar I couldn't swallow it all," he said, "But you know what? It felt kind of cool having your cum leak out of my mouth. I felt kind of sexy like." I told him how hot it had been for me seeing that. "Well next time I want to just jack you off or something cuz I want to see you squirt," the hot young boy said with a grin. "I have no problem with that," I said with a grin of my own.