There was nothing even slightly slutty about Donny. What was funny about him is that he looked, not exactly like a little kid, but certainly younger than his modest bush would lead you to expect. Still emerging from his boyhood. He was very slight of build. In his clothes, he looked like a stick figure. It's when you got him out of them that the fullness of his boy beauty shone.

We are lucky to live in an age when some people, at least, are cool. Donny, as it happens, was gay, or at least going through one fuck of a phase. But he was remarkably matter of fact about the whole thing.

Ross was my best friend. I will tell you right out that he's cute. Solid guy, Ross. There is no way Ross and I were ever destined to hop each other's bones. Sure, we had whacked off together. We had even whacked each other -- once -- but there was something unsatisfying at the heart of it. We just never had the horns for each other and there was no sign that them horns was ever gonna grow. But I have to admit, the boy has an awful pretty dick, and some balls to die for.

Donny, on the other hand, would bring out the pederast in a fucking fire hydrant. Something about the lines of him, his delicacy, the contrast of his straight lines with the fullness of his gorgeous boy butt. Being that there was so little of him anywhere else, that butt and that boy package just seemed all the more voluptuous. A gift to the eye of the beholder.

So Ross and Donny are over at my place and we're doing some shit with bottle caps and bb's and a piece of metal track, racing our caps filled with bb's down the track. Donny kept winning -- I think it was that his cap was flatter on top, and ours were a little bent -- and we were taking a break. Donny sighed and lay back with his head on my thigh. I was looking past the soft mop of his boy hair, past his nose: I could just see his top lip moving.

"Hey Ross?"

"Hmm?"

"I'd like to suck your dick."

The words sat there in the silence. The words laid there like a soft blanket of boysex, lay on Ross all tickly and made him start to squirm. I know Ross, and I know how he normally breathes.

'Just how does Ross normally breathe?' I hear you asking. Not that fast, nowhere near that fast. With a groan, he reaches down to move things around. He ends up doing one of those moves where you push on your dick? And your hips push out all by themselves, against your hand? And the groan... Ross and I call it The Bone Groan.

So he makes The Bone Groan and Donny takes that as a 'Yes,' and he sits up and crawls over and settles in and replaces Ross' hand with his own fingers and starts squeezing and tracing him and Ross' hands are shaking as his pants come down frantically over his hips. I look at his face and it's all red and a little puffy, and his mouth is hanging open. (Ross never lets his mouth hang open. He says it's the sign of 'The Stupids.')

Well, Donny's hand is giving Ross The Stupids, big time. And Ross' hands are shaking so bad, Donny has to help him off with his pants and Ross is moving real smooth and dreamy and out of it, except when his legs jerk. Donny's being real soft and tender with Ross's package through his boxer briefs.

Donny with his mouth hanging open. Not from the stupids. From the 'I wanna suck you's. Everybody's all slow and dreamy, as Ross' waistband comes down and Donny fishes him out, with Ross groaning his desire.

"Ohh-h-h-h!" comes out of Ross, all high and shaky, "Ohh-h-h-h!" tapering off to a whisper. "It's so gooood," louder, a rising whine: "It's so GOOOOOD!"

They're both moaning and Ross is running his fingers through Donny's hair. Donny is being gentle and tender, and Ross is thrusting frantically with this yearning look on his face and his lips stuck out like he's sucking a lightbulb, until Ross suddenly arches up from the floor with a squeal and shoves Donny's head down on him, and holds him like that, going "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," the cries getting louder, then softer and farther apart, until he jerks his hips back and starts giggling and Donny won't let up and keeps his mouth on Ross, who's cackling in tickle misery, until he manages to free his boner from the Sucking Mouth of Tickle Torment.

"Fuck!" says Ross.

"Head grabber! See if I suck you any more. There's other dicks to be had," Donny says, eying my flagrant bone.

"I dunno, Donny. I think I need to rest up after watching that," I joke, knowing I'll feel his hands on me as soon as he finishes crawling back over to me.

"He has a pretty dick," he says in my ear, real low, "But yours makes me want to spunk."

Lying with his head on my leg, he reaches out and draws his fingers together over my dick head, like he's picking something up. There was something so happy in his face. You could tell he felt lucky. Comfortable in his own skin. I look at his face, his dark eyes, his straight black hair. You could get a serious boner looking at a boy like him, in a situation like this. You know, kind of like the rabid wolverine in my particular pants? He squeezes me, sending me into orbit, and then slides his fingers down, to cup and warm my balls through my pants.

Now I'm shaking and random shit is coming out of my mouth; you know, the sort of thing you catch shit for later. I can just hear Ross tomorrow, in a falsetto:

"Oh, Donny, Oh Donny, Suck me baby. Suck me with your tender lips..."

Fuck YOU, Ross, it felt good.

It felt more than good. It started almost before he touched me. It felt like Donny was inside of me, all tickly, giving me pleasure inside my chest and -- this is weird -- on the inside of my face. I hardly noticed what he was doing, when he rolled up to kiss me with his Ross-dick lips. With his Ross-dick breath warm on my face, he says real low, almost whispers, "Wade, I'm gonna suck you."

He says it like I'm giving him treasure: "Wade, I'm gonna suck you," all dreamy and urgent, "I've got to suck, I've got to suck you," fumbling with my belt and my zipper. He stands and pulls my pants completely off. He's stronger than he looks. Also a horny boy and determined. Then he's right back down, burying his face in my package, through the jockeys.

"God, you smell so good, it's gonna make me cum," he croons. "Gimme that thing. I need it in my mouth. I need it in my mouth." His hands are in my briefs, "I need it in my mouth," the cool fingers freeing my nuts from prison, surrounding and soothing them. My boner arches desperately up my body. I can feel it hot against me.

"Let me suck you," he moans, "I need to suck you," guiding my boyhood to his lips.

"Suck me, Donny, ohh, ohh, suck me." It comes out of me in a rush of words.

His mouth moves to engulf me, wide open, barely touching anything, until I feel his lips around the base, the tender wetness descending upon me, surrounding me. Ross is watching, as I pet Donny's hair, as I fondle his ears and cheeks, gratefully taking the pleasure Donny was born to give, filling up with boysex and tender delight.

He sucks me and it's dreamy and I feel love flowing from Donny into my body, into my dick and my balls. Something's special about this. Something's special. Something's hot and sweet and reaches into me, Donny reaches into me and tenderly takes me to sweet heaven with his lips and Ross watches my spaz face as I come hard, come hard, come hard, come sweetly into Donny's pretty mouth.

I feel very close to Donny. Ross has to leave and I'm afraid Donny will go too, but he stays and I'm drowsy with the need to hold him to my body and kiss his hair.