Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2011 15:05:48 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Just Like Scott Chapter 23 by Hans Schreiber

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Chapter 23

Reconciliations

      Tom leaned over the railing and called down to us, "Hey you guys,
hurry up and get dressed, so I can get to work."

	"Okay, we'll head right out," Scott called back. He stood up and
motioned for the younger boys to follow. "Just grab your clothes and let's
go home in our suits so we don't hold Tom up."

	The three of them rinsed off quickly in the showers and dried
themselves. They tossed their street clothes into their bags and rushed out
to the lobby where Tom was patiently waiting. He was appreciative of their
thoughtfulness.

	Scott was bursting with his news about Devon. As soon as they
pulled out of the parking lot, Scott said, "Tom, that whole thing with Jeff
sucked major, but it gets even weirder."

	"Weirder isn't a word; more weird is correct, but I don't really
want to talk about it," Tom interrupted.

	"No dude, you don't understand; Devon, Jeff's creepy friend, is the
dickwad who attacked Sammy."

	Sammy reached over the seat and bopped Scott on the back of the
head, "Ixnay on onversationcay in ontfray of ommytray."

	"Hey!" Tommy complained, "You know I hate that pig talking shit. No
fair! What's going on?"

	Scott replied, "Orrysay, aterlay."

	"Grrrrr," Tommy growled. He crossed his arms emphatically across
his chest and bounced back hard in his seat. "Ohmahgawwwd! You guys suck."

	"Yup," said Sammy, "and you love it when I do." Sammy reached over
and grabbed at Tommy's crotch. Tommy pulled his hand away giggling in spite
of his attempt to look upset.

	Then Tommy glanced nervously at the older boys in front and said
"Shut up!" with a look of embarrassment.

	"What? They don't care. Scott sucked Mike when he was our age,"
Sammy said mischievously. Then added, "Plus, at camp, Scott and Tom ..."

	Now Scott turned around and shot Sammy a dirty look, cutting him
off mid-sentence with, "Ixnay!"

	Sammy smiled and looked over at Tommy and stuck his tongue out and
wiggled it around seductively. Tommy giggled and made the JO motion in
front of his crotch. Sammy noticed that Tommy had a major bone in his
Speedo. He reached over and started rubbing it over the smooth fabric and
felt it twitch. Tommy pulled Sammy over toward him and whispered into his
ear, "I'm crazy horny. Can you stay over at my house a while and play?"

	Sammy shrugged and fished his cell phone out of his bag. He sent
his mom a text to ask permission. His mom said she would call Tommy's
mom. When they arrived at Tommy's house, Mrs. Davis met them out
front. Tommy jumped out immediately, and asked, "Can Sammy stay and play a
while?"

	"Yes," she answered to Tommy's and Sammy's delight. Turning to
Sammy she added, "Your mom will bring your baseball things over here and
I'll take you to practice later this afternoon. Then you will go home with
your coach until either your mother or your father can pick you up, so you
won't be home alone while she takes Scott to Boise for his music thing. As
long as you both are still in your swimsuits, why don't you go back to the
pool and I'll bring you some lunch out there. You can show me what you
learned today."

	"Awesome. Thanks." The two disappeared quickly behind the side
gate.

	"It's nice to see you again, Tom. Thanks for bringing Tommy
home. Would you like some lunch?"

	"Nice to see you again also, Mrs. Davis. I'll pass on the lunch, I
need to get back to work. Thanks for the offer though."

	As soon as they were on the road again, Scott started to explain,
"So, like I was saying. Devon, is the pervy asshole who attacked Sammy in
my room last week. That means Jeff is the roommate who the cops told us
helped give Devon an alibi by saying he returned from his bike ride too
early to be a suspect. How whacked is that? That Devon perv even hit on me
in the steam room once and he's always flirting with the little boys in the
locker room. He's a total asshole."

	Tom looked at Scott and nearly ran a car off the road by veering
out of his lane. He had to quickly correct back into his lane and both
their hearts were racing from the near miss. "You're not making this up
just to get me to hate Jeff are you?"

	"No. I wouldn't make something like that up. Devon got Sammy alone
at the Rec Center and tricked him somehow into giving him our home
address. Then he started hanging around waiting for a chance at him. After
his last baseball game, Sammy was home alone and Devon took the
opportunity."

	"So let me get this straight. Devon is a pedo, and Jeff's new
boyfriend, and the reason I got blamed for attacking Sammy?"

	"Yeah."

	"Tell me again why Sammy didn't just tell the cops it was him to
begin with instead of me?"

	"He was scared shitless because Devon threatened him. He said that
if he told on him, he would kill him and all of his family. The only two
people I could think of who Sammy might be trying to protect by not telling
were you and Mike. Mike had an airtight alibi and then the cops found out
about you and me at camp, and well ..."

	"Shit. That miserable son of a bitch. I can't believe Jeff likes a
jerk like that, and I'm really disappointed he'd lie to protect him. I
thought Jeff had more class than that." Tom looked unbelievably sad, like
he'd just been told a close friend had died or something. Scott realized
Tom still loved Jeff in spite of how mean he'd been to him and that kind of
hurt Scott inside.

	"Yeah, I bet it's really hard to think about it, but if he could be
that mean to you, I don't think it's too surprising. Besides, maybe Jeff
doesn't know Devon's perving on little kids. Maybe Devon lied to him about
where he'd been or something."

	"Yeah, probably. I can't believe Jeff would be okay with that if he
knew."

	"We have to find a way to bring this Devon asshole down," Tom said
setting his jaw and glaring forward in serious thought.

	"I know, but the cops won't do anything without having concrete
evidence against him because his old man is a D.A. over in Boise. Besides,
Jeff gave him an alibi and they didn't really find any link to him being at
our house, although, I don't think they looked all that hard once they
decided it had to be you."

	"So how do we get him?"

	"What if we set a trap? Like, we let him know somehow that Sammy
will be alone at the house and when he comes around, we have a video going
and tape him trying to do it to Sammy again."

	Tom stared at Scott in disbelief. The unspoken communication was
completely clear. "Yeah, okay. That was a really stupid idea. But, we have
to think of something."

	"Whatever it is, we can't put Sammy in any danger," Tom
said. "Maybe we better just let it blow over and get on with our lives. I
mean, messing around might just end up getting Sammy hurt. If we just
forget about it and move on, things might just go away. If I take his spot
on the team, he'll probably leave town and that will be the end of it."

	"I can't believe you just said that. After all he did, you just
want to let him walk? What about the next little kid? What if he isn't so
lucky to have someone like you come along and save him? Don't you want
revenge after all the trouble he caused you?"

	"Revenge is a dangerous thing, Scott. I'm just saying that maybe we
should just leave it alone and it might just be better for everybody,
especially Sammy."

	They pulled into the Johnson's driveway and Scott jumped out. "You
can pussy out if you want, but I'm going to keep trying to figure something
out to nail him." Scott slammed the door of the van and went in the house
to practice his trumpet. Mrs. Johnson gave Tom a ride to the Jenkins farm,
ran Sammy's baseball clothes and gear over to Tommy's house, and returned
to pickup Scott for the drive into Boise. Scott had a hard time
concentrating on the music.

	Back at the Davis' home, Sammy and Tommy were frolicking in the
swimming pool and doing tricks off the diving board. They had shown Tommy's
mom and Sammy's mom the butterfly stroke they had been perfecting when
Mrs. Johnson came by with the baseball things. The proud moms clapped their
hands and praised them.

      Mrs. Davis brought them bologna sandwiches and Kool-aid with Funyuns
for lunch. "Boys, I have to go to the store for a few things and I have to
run to the bank. Will you be okay here alone, or would you prefer to come
with me?"

	In complete unison, they affirmed, "We'll be okay. We wanna stay!"

	"All right, you can stay, but you have to get out of the pool when
I leave. Why don't you go in and shower and get out of your wet suits now?"
Reluctantly, the two of them agreed. They stripped down in Tommy's upstairs
bathroom and had just gotten their little boners standing up when Tommy's
mom called up the stairs that she was leaving. They waited for the front
door to slam then Tommy grabbed Sammy's hand.

	"C'mon," he said, "let's go watch her leave out my bedroom window."
They rushed naked down the hall with their boners bouncing. They peeked
through the blinds and watched her Mercedes back out and disappear down the
road. "Omahgawwwd, we're alone. C'mon follow me." There was intense
excitement in his voice as he ran out the door, through the hall, down the
stairs - three at a time - and straight out the back sliding door to the
pool deck. With a squeal of delight, he plunged headlong into the swimming
pool. Sammy came to a screeching halt at the water's edge.

	Tommy surfaced and called out to him. Sammy put his hands on his
hips and said, "Your mom said no more swimming while she was gone."

	"No she didn't," Tommy said wryly. "She said we had to be out of
the pool when she left and she said we had to get out of our wet suits. We
were out of the pool when she left, and we did get out of our wet suits,
just like she said."

	"You know that's not what she meant."

	"Yeah, so? Don't be a big chicken."

	"I'm not a chicken."

	"Sammy's chicken! Sammy's chicken!" Tommy chanted with his hands
tucked in his armpits and flapping his wings.

	"Shut up. I'm not chicken. I just don't think we should disobey
your mom."

	"Chicken! Chicken! I bet those aren't balls by your dick, I bet
they're chicken nuggets." He laughed and swam to the other end of the pool
and climbed out. Tommy climbed on the board and walked like a chicken with
his arms making wings and his head bobbing with each step. "Chicken dive!"
he exclaimed as he sprung into the refreshing water.

	Sammy dove in and swam directly toward him and opened his eyes. It
was amazing to see Tommy's naked body in the water. His little brown dick
wiggled and flipped around like a worm on a fishing line. It was super
exciting somehow to be naked in the pool outdoors. He looked down at his
own longer dick and balls and admired his young naked body. It was really
fun to be skinny dipping in Tommy's pool. Even though he had skinny dipped
at the reservoir, the water there wasn't really clear enough to see each
other's naked bodies in the water and he had never opened his eyes
underneath it really. In Tommy's crystal clear pool though, it was
fascinating to watch his and Tommy's naked bodies glide through the water
like large fish.

	Tommy started the dunking contest in the shallow end, but Sammy
definitely finished it. They were laughing and wrestling around skin to
skin as they dunked and spun and twisted with each other. Finally, they
were worn out and swam to the steps to sit down. They sat there, submerged
from just below the nipples, and stared in amusement at their dicks
floating in the water. Tommy reached over and took Sammy's in his fingers
and began stroking it. Sammy returned the favor and soon they were both
super stiff and feeling good. "Let's do sucking," Tommy suggested.

	"Okay."

	Tommy swam to the part where it started going deeper and sat on the
edge of the pool. Sammy swam over to him and Tommy put his legs over
Sammy's shoulders. Sammy was shoulder deep in the water and guided Tommy's
little, brown boner into his mouth. Tommy gasped and clamped Sammy's head
between his thighs. He relaxed and Sammy began sliding on and off Tommy's
rigid boner. Being in the water and rubbing Tommy's legs with his hands
while Tommy watched from the ledge, was wildly exciting to Sammy. He stayed
boned the entire time he sucked on Tommy. Sometimes, when he sucked with
Ribs at the meadow, he would go soft when he was concentrating on the
sucking action, but not this time doing Tommy in the pool. The danger of
getting caught and the thrill of sucking his best friend in his own
backyard were way too stimulating.

	It didn't take too long before Tommy got all tensed up. He squeezed
Sammy's head between his small thighs and quivered all over. Sammy felt his
little dick pulsate in his mouth as Tommy shook with the delight of a
powerful, dry cum. At last, he drooped backward and lay flat on the warm
concrete, breathing hard. "Ohmahgawwwd," he finally breathed out, "that was
crazy good."

	Sammy spit him out and swam off. He climbed out of the pool and got
a couple of swim noodles from the poolside storage bin. He jumped back in
the deep end and put one under his arms and one under his waist. "Come suck
me out here," Sammy asked, giggling.

	Tommy looked at him and said, "You crazy! I'll drown."

	"Nah, get another noodle to float on while you do it."

	Tommy jumped up and said, "Wait, I know." He ran off into the house
and returned through the sliding door in a flash. When Sammy saw him, he
busted up laughing.

	"Perfect! Now get in here and do it before my chicken nuggets
explode." Tommy jumped feet first into the pool and immediately bobbed up
to the surface, supported by his old faithful, bright orange floaties
around each bicep. The two of them were cracking up as Tommy paddled
between Sammy's outspread legs. To top it off, Tommy had a pair of swim
goggles on. Tommy grabbed Sammy by the hips and pulled himself up just
enough to get hold of Sammy's three plus inches and slurped it in. Sammy's
twitching boner and scrunched up balls made Tommy think about a frog on a
lily pad somehow, making him laugh even more. Tommy kicked with his legs in
time with his sucking motions and the pair of them floated about in small
circles as Sammy watched in excitement while Tommy worked up and down his
youthful shaft.

	 Soon, the feelings were so intense, Sammy knew he couldn't hold
off any longer and he pressed his eyes closed, leaned back into the water
with his ears just dipping underneath the surface. All sound became muffled
as an intense wave of pleasure crashed through his body. The mighty groan
erupting from his throat was barely audible underneath the water. He felt
his little buddy jerk away as the first squirt escaped his pulsating
dick. Sammy pulled up and looked at Tommy wiggling his tongue. "You peed on
my tongue," he cried.

	"No, it was my cum. I shoot juices now."

	"Ewwwww. Gross!"

	"No it's not. I get Ribs' cum in my mouth sometimes when I suck him
at the reservoir. It's no big deal." That led to a whole explanation about
skinny dipping at Baker Reservoir and Sex Meadow. Sammy told Tommy all
about the ranger stealing his clothes, and playing Indians with Ribs, and
sucking each other in the meadow, and the rope swing, and in the end, Sammy
had to promise to find a way to sneak Tommy up there sometime. Sammy pulled
the noodle out from under his waist and floated over to Tommy. They wrapped
their arms and legs around each other and floated together, bodies pressed
tightly against each other, until they both got renewed boners. They
wriggled and rubbed against each other until each one had a second
underwater orgasm. Sammy cummed first this time and Tommy kept rubbing his
groin into Sammy until he shook from head to toe once more, gasping for
breath.

	Sammy pushed away after Tommy relaxed his body and said, "We better
get dressed before your mom comes home." Tommy agreed and they dried off
really good outside and headed upstairs. They showered together, but just
quickly, and didn't play around anymore. They were both fully satisfied and
completely content. Sammy put his cup on and Tommy was a bit fascinated by
it. He made Sammy twirl around in it a couple times and slapped Sammy's
bare ass and knocked on the cup with his knuckles. Sammy giggled and said
he couldn't feel anything when Tommy rapped his knuckles on the cup. Sammy
teased him that he must be a weakling if he couldn't even make him feel
anything by hitting him in the balls.

	"Oh yeah?" Tommy said and kicked Sammy with his bare foot in the
cup. "Owwie! Owwie! Owwie!" he cried out, hopping on one foot and grabbing
the one he kicked with. They both cracked up and finished dressing. They
played on Tommy's PS3 while they waited for his mom to come back home. When
she finally did, they had a snack of an ice cream sandwich she had bought
for them and then headed over to Sammy's practice.

	"What did you boys do while I was gone?"

	"Nothing," Tommy answered in an uncharacteristically short manner.

	Sammy piped up and said, "We just sort of hung out. It sort of
sucked."

	Tommy's squinty eyes opened wider than Sammy had ever seen them and
he smacked Sammy in the cup and grabbed his hand quick, rubbing it.

	"Boys!" was all Mrs. Davis said as she started unloading her
grocery bags.

	At the park, Sammy grabbed his gear bag and called through Tommy's
open, front, passenger window, "Thanks, Mrs. Davis." Then with a smirk and
a wink, he said to Tommy, "See ya later, sucker."

	"Ohmahgawwwd! Shut up!" Tommy exclaimed and blushed. He rolled his
window up quickly before Sammy could say anything else stupid.

	Sammy laced on his cleats and pulled his mitt out of the Mizuno bat
bag and ran onto the field to warm up. He stretched his arm a bit with
Michael on his team and then they started doing warm-up throws.

	After a bit, Michael said, "Hey Sammy, that friend of yours who
came to our last game is here." Sammy turned around and saw Devon sitting
on the grass just outside the third baseline fence. He was scowling at
Sammy and Sammy felt a giant lump form in his throat. Devon was whittling
on a stick with a pocket knife forming a pointed end to the stick. Sammy
turned around and felt the blood rush from his face. He tossed the ball
back to Michael without speaking.

	Sammy kept glancing back to see that Devon was still there,
whittling and scowling. Sammy missed a ball that was a little high, but not
so high that, if he had been concentrating better, he could have caught.
He turned and ran to the fence to fetch it and stopped dead in his tracks
at the fence. Devon and Sammy locked eyes and Sammy tenuously bent down and
gripped the ball. Devon stabbed the pointed end of the stick forcefully
into the grass and then snapped it off with a crack. He narrowed his gaze
and tossed the broken stick aside and pushed the blade of his knife closed
in a dramatic fashion. Neither spoke. Sammy sprung up, whirled, and ran
back to the field to toss the ball to Michael. It was a horrible throw and
went way over Michael's head. Sammy watched Michael chase the ball then
curiosity took hold of him, and he forced himself to peek over his
shoulder. Devon had vanished. Sammy breathed.

	Sammy hung close to his coach and when practice was over, he made
sure to stay in the pack of boys as they went into the dugout area to
change out of their cleats. Sammy pulled his shoes from his bag and a note
fell out of one of them. It was written in red ink and said, "U told! U
pay!" Sammy started to convulse with fear and panic. Finally, he got
control of himself and hurriedly put his shoes on and rushed over to the
coach's side. He was so glad he was going home with the coach. He didn't
really answer when the coach and his son asked what seemed to be wrong with
him. "Nothing," was all he could eke out.

	Sammy was relieved and anxious to go home when his dad came by to
pick him up from the coach's house. They stopped at the Burger Barn for
dinner on their way home. Sammy was quiet and sullen and gave short answers
to his father's questions. They ate mostly in silence as Sammy's father was
tired and not willing to work so hard to maintain a conversation. Sammy
insisted on waiting up until Scott and his mom got home from Boise before
going to bed. He hung by his father's side, even sitting on his father's
bed and reading a book while his father took a shower. His father was
startled to find him sitting there as he emerged naked from the master
bathroom. Sammy was reminded how much his father's penis looked like
Scott's from the time he saw it on the sex tape he had discovered when Mike
was staying over with him. Mr. Johnson walked to the dresser and quickly
pulled on a pair of underwear and then sat down on the bed with Sammy. "All
right, tell me what's going on."

	Sammy's lip quivered as he climbed on his father's lap and threw
his arms around his neck. He felt suddenly safe and protected as he cried
into his father's neck. Amidst tearful shudders, he told his father about
seeing Devon at swim practice and sticking to Mike's side until Scott came
out to the pool. He told him about Devon coming to baseball practice and
about the sharp stick and showed him the note that was left in his
shoe. His father was furious and began searching for the detective's phone
number. Just as he found it, Scott and his mother arrived back home. Scott
was upbeat and happy because orchestra practice had gone so well. He even
met a couple new friends including a guy named Peter who played the
sax. Scott had impressed the director, who moved Scott up from the third
part music to first chair of the second part trumpet section right off the
bat. He admonished Scott to practice two hours a day during the summer and
at least one hour a day after school starts back up and suggested that if
he dedicated himself, he could be playing first part music. The cheerful
balloon was burst quickly when Mr. Johnson told them what had happened to
Sammy.

	Mr. Johnson called the detective but only got an answering
service. They talked as a family and Scott relayed the events that occurred
between Tom and Jeff, explaining that Jeff and Devon were boyfriends. They
talked about the importance of never leaving Sammy alone. Scott, it was
agreed, would accompany Sammy to his baseball practices and Sammy would go
with Scott to do the watering at the Jenkins farm if their mom was not
home. They were all hopeful that the note would be enough evidence to
finally get the police to do something about Devon. Sammy asked to sleep
with Scott and they both padded off together to get ready for bed following
a family group hug. Sammy felt comforted by the family's concern and
willingness to never let him be alone.

	In the bathroom, Sammy stripped out of his baseball stuff and
climbed into the shower. Scott slipped in the back and they shared it,
taking turns slipping back and forth in the shower spray. They dried off
and brushed their teeth and walked together naked to Scott's room. They
stopped long enough for Sammy to retrieve a clean pair of boxers and dump
his dirty clothes in the basket in his room. Scott pulled on a pair of
clean boxers and the two of them snuggled together in Scott's bed. They
fell asleep thinking of creative ways to off Devon. Sammy thought that
Scott's idea of the stump grinder was the best idea of all.

	"Sammy, I have an idea on how to really get Devon, but you would
have to help do something that you might not like."

	"What?"

	"Well, I was just thinking that the cops won't want to do anything
without some kind of major evidence. We need to talk to Jeff, Tom's friend,
who is Devon's boyfriend now. If we can get him to cooperate and sneak us
Devon's camera, we could take pictures of you in my room naked with the
lube bottle next to you like he made you be. Then we would sneak it back
into Devon's room. Jeff could then tell the police he found the camera with
the pictures on it and they'd have to believe you then."

	"What if Jeff won't help?"

	"Then we go to plan B."

	"What's plan B?"

	"We lure Devon to Sex Meadow, get him naked, nail his balls to a
tree up by the bear tracks we found, cover him in honey and leave him a
dull pocket knife." Sammy started to giggle and soon they were both shaking
with laughter at the idea. Scott rolled to face Sammy, pulled him in close
and hugged him. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

      The alarm sounded, jarring the two boys rudely awake. Scott
reluctantly dragged himself from bed and he rushed to drain his bladder. He
pulled on his old clothes and took off for the Jenkins farm. The watering
went fairly quickly and he climbed on his motorcycle and headed out looking
for Tom. He found him on a tractor, spraying a field. Scott waited at the
end of the row and Tom stopped the tractor and climbed down when he saw
him.

      "What are you doing here?"

      "I have to tell you what happened yesterday afternoon." Scott filled
Tom in on the whole experience that Sammy had with Devon at the
ballpark. Tom was angry and admitted that it was impossible now to just
ignore Devon. Scott gave Tom his idea of talking to Jeff and, at first, Tom
was opposed to it. Finally, he decided that talking to Jeff might be a good
idea, but he was still not in favor of the picture framing idea of
Scott's. He was worried that could backfire. He agreed to meet Scott again
during lunch break and find out what the detective had to say. Tom climbed
back into the tractor and began turning it around for another row of
spraying.  Scott continued on up to the hillside and sat on a large rock,
looking out over the valley as it woke up. He heard the deep rumble of a
four stroke motorcycle and was pleased to see it was Nick.

      "Hey, dude. What you doing?" Nick asked after he stopped and pulled
off his helmet.

      "Just sitting here thinking."

      "Why don't you have all your gear on?"

      "I wasn't riding hard, so I just brought my helmet."

      "That sucks, I was hoping you could come ride this bitchin' track my
bro and I made with our tractor up above our property."

      "Sounds fun. Maybe after I do the 1:00 watering. I was thinking maybe
we could go to Baker Reservoir today or tomorrow. Mike said he'd join us
for a change and maybe even do some messing around with us."

      "Cool. Let's say we do Baker today and then ride my track tomorrow."

      "Great! But, I might need a ride since I have to take Sammy with me
because he can't be home alone right now. Are you allowed to drive again?"

      "Yeah, shit. My dad's over that whole thing. I've been an effin angel
too, so he relaxed his pucker and let me have my keys back."

      Scott sent Mike a text and he agreed to be there. Ribs and Toad were
also in, but Ribs' brother was grounded. Scott was wishing Tom could go,
but knew he had to work. Scott rode back to the farm and stowed his dirt
bike away in the shed. He was just leaving the shed when he saw Mr. Jenkins
coming out of the same cabin as before with a big smile on his face. Scott
waited and then crept around back again and peered into the window. There
was the Hispanic kid lying naked on the bed counting twenties. He had a rag
stuffed between his ass cheeks. Scott slipped away and rode home on his
bicycle with his boner uncomfortably pressed against the hard seat. He
thought about Tom being up inside him and desperately wished it could
happen again.

      At home, Scott filled his mother in on his plans and was tossed a
curve ball. "I'm sorry Scott. I'd let you take Sammy with to the reservoir
now that he can swim well enough, but Tommy is coming over to visit after
swim and so you will have to just stay around here."

      "Mom, please. Everyone's going, even Mike. What if we take Tommy with
us?"

      "I doubt his mother would allow it, but you can ask. If she says it's
okay, then fine, but don't be late getting back for Sammy's baseball
practice. You have to go with him."

      "Thanks mom. You're the best." Scott leaned in and kissed her cheek
and then ran outside to find Sammy and help him with the chores. He didn't
want any excuse for his mother to change her mind. Sammy was thrilled for
the help and for the attention of his big brother. He was really excited
for the possibility of Tommy going to Baker Reservoir.

      Soon it was time for morning swimming lessons. They met Mrs. Davis in
the parking lot when she dropped Tommy off and they all asked her if Tommy
could go with to Baker Reservoir. Tommy begged, Sammy pleaded and Scott
promised to watch them carefully. Finally, Mrs. Davis relented and
commented that she hadn't been ganged up on like that for a long
time. Tommy and Sammy shouted for joy and ran off into the Rec
Center. Scott did an internal leap for joy, but tried to act cool about it
on the exterior.

      Scott took his trumpet and sat in the family van with all the windows
open and practiced while Sammy and Tommy were in their lesson with
Mike. Then at free swim, he went in and joined them. By swimming so much,
coupled with the bicycling to and from, and the working on Mr. Jenkins'
farm, Scott had started getting some definition in his muscles. He liked
how he was shaping up and decided to keep up with the exercise. Devon never
showed up and they had a nice time playing together in the water after
Scott did some laps. The four of them wrestled and played. The smaller boys
got on the older boys' shoulders and they played horse and rider until a
lifeguard came over and made them quit. Mike agreed to meet them up at
Baker Reservoir at two. That would give them a couple hours before they had
to be home for Sammy's baseball practice.

      When they got home, Mr. Johnson called and said the detective was
willing to come by and get the note, but that he wasn't very encouraging
that it would make much difference. He said it was meaningless unless
someone saw him put it in Sammy's shoe. He asked Sammy to check with his
team and find out if anyone saw it.

      During lunch break at the farm, Scott filled Tom in and he was so mad
that they were so quick to toss him in jail but refused to do anything to
Devon. Tom agreed to try and get Jeff to cooperate with them. Tom suggested
they try and catch Jeff in the lunchroom at school since he knew the
athletes all got free meals there. They decided if they didn't see him
there, they would try and go to the dorm room, but they worried Devon would
be there and it would be impossible to get Jeff alone. The two boys
explained briefly to Mr. Jenkins that Tom needed some time around lunch to
go back to the school on Saturday and finish up a registration matter, but
really it was to try and catch Jeff in the cafeteria. Mr. Jenkins
reluctantly agreed to let him go.

      "I wish you could join us this afternoon," Scott said to Tom.

      "Where?"

      "Up to Baker Reservoir. A bunch of us go up there and skinny dip and
swing on this big rope swing. It's pretty fun. Afterwards, we go upstream
to this meadow and have some special fun together. Maybe next Thursday for
your day off, you can come with us and maybe we could ... you know... play
around some together now that you know about Jeff and all."  Tom just
smiled knowingly and shook his head in dismissal.

      "The thing with Jeff doesn't change my promises to God and your
dad. I'm not having illegal underage sex any more, PERIOD! Get it out of
your head. In fact, I've pretty much decided to stop having sex of any kind
until I know for sure I'm in love with the person. I've decided to call
that girl from the registration office up and try dating girls again. I
need to really give that an honest try now that I got Jeff out of the way."

      Scott was crestfallen and heartbroken. "I see. Well, I'll just wait
for you. I won't have any more sex either until you agree to do it with
me. I love you even if you don't love me back."

      "Oh, Scott, don't do this. I told you, I like you a lot. Maybe I even
love you, but I'm nineteen and you're fifteen."

      "And a half."

      "Okay, and a half. Still. You need to be out there having some fun
like your dad said. If you cheat yourself out of the fun in high school,
you'll hate me later for it. Even as badly as it ended for me, my times
with Jeff in high school were way fun and I look back on them with
fondness. I'll always have those fun memories. Don't cheat yourself out of
that. If it's meant to be, when you're old enough, we'll hook up. Until
then, don't waste your life hoping for it. I don't want that pressure."

      Scott just pressed his lips together and said. "You can't tell me
what to do. I only want you and I'll wait. I'll see you tomorrow at lunch,
so we can go talk with Jeff." Scott stalked away leaving Tom feeling
miserable.

      Nick showed up at ten minutes before two and just as Scott pedaled
back into the yard. Tommy and Sammy were already out front with their
towels and wearing their board shorts. Tommy borrowed a pair from Sammy and
they were big on him. They drooped so low that if he had pubic hair, it
would have been showing. It intrigued Scott how his lithe, little body
protruded out right there at the bottom of the "V" shape of his abdomen.

      When they arrived, Ribs, Mike and Toad were already there, naked and
swinging on the rope. It took a while to get Tommy to try it, but once he
did it, he didn't want to stop. Over and over, he scrambled up the rock as
fast as he could to get another swing in. They decided to skip the tag
games in the pond and headed upstream for some sexy fun. Scott jumped on
Mike's back and claimed him for a partner. Tommy grabbed Sammy, and Ribs
looked genuinely disappointed. Nick flipped Toad's boner and said he'd have
to settle for that today since his favorite sucking machine was abandoning
him.

      When they reached the meadow, they put their clothes down and spread
out their towels. After the ranger incident, they never left their clothes
behind at the pond. Nick and Toad went straight to work with Toad sucking
Nick's hairy dick for him. Tommy felt embarrassed to be in front of others
and so they just sat on the towel and watched for a minute. Ribs, finding
himself the odd man out this time, sat on his towel, slipped his arms
between his legs and folded himself in half. He slipped the tip and an
additional inch or so of his long, skinny dick into his own mouth and
started sucking.

      "Ohmahgawwwd!" Tommy exclaimed. "He's sucking his own dick. I want to
do that." He tried to copy Ribs and everyone laughed as he hopelessly
strained to reach his little two inch boner.

      "Here, let me do it." Sammy unfolded his friend and slid between his
legs. Sammy slurped Tommy's little boner into his mouth and started bobbing
up and down. Tommy's attention roamed from his own glorious experience to
Toad and Nick and more often to Ribs sucking his own.

      "Want me to suck you off first?" Mike asked Scott.

      "Actually, I kind of promised Tom to not do any more sex stuff until
I'm old enough that it's legal for us to do it together."

      "Are you shitting me? How can you wait that long? It's like two and a
half years."

      "If he's quitting, I'm quitting. I have to prove to him, I care."

      "So are you saying you're gay and you want him to be your lover?"

      "Yeah, I guess."

      "Dude, that's heavy shit. Are you sure?"

      "Yeah, pretty sure. Do you hate me now that I'm a band geek and I'm
gay?"

      "Nah, man. I don't hate you. I'm over all that bullshit. We're
friends forever. I honestly don't care if you're gay or not. But, does that
mean all we get to do is jack ourselves off here? Shit, even Shawna will
rub it off for me."

      "Well, I guess I could rub it for you, but I shouldn't let you do
mine. That wouldn't be cheating if I just do yours."

      "What about sucking mine, but I don't suck you back. Is that legal?"

      "I think it would be okay."

      "Cool. Umm, ..."

      "What?"

      "I was just wondering. Nah, never mind."

      "Dude, what?" Scott demanded. "Don't go start with secrets again."

      "I was just wondering if you're gay and all and if you can't do
things back, well ..." Mike pulled Scott away from the group and lowered
his voice. "Could I try sticking it up your butt? You know, just to see how
it feels once."

      Scott's heart thumped. He couldn't think of anything he wanted more
unless it was Tom to be up there instead of Mike, but the idea of Mike
being inside him was pretty intoxicating. "Well, just to let you try it as
friends only, I guess."

      "But, I don't have to let you do it to me afterwards, right?"

      "Nope."

      "Cool. You still got some rubbers and lube?"

      "Yeah, in my backpack in Nick's truck."

      Scott retrieved the keys from Nick's pants and the two of them
returned to the truck naked. Along the way, Scott told Mike all about the
Devon situation and what he did to Sammy at baseball. Mike was
outraged. Scott told Mike about his idea for the pictures and Mike thought
it was a good idea. He explained to Scott that he needed to adjust the
settings on the camera so it would record the date and time the attack took
place. Mike agreed to help if Scott decided to go through with it, since he
understood all about the camera settings.

      Scott got the rubber and lube and they decided to do it somewhere
private and away from the others. Not having any better ideas, they settled
on doing it on the back seat of Nick's truck. Scott slid up against the far
side door and lifted his legs. He used the lube to grease up his point of
entry while Mike rolled the condom onto his large erection. Scott wondered
how different it would feel with Mike's monster dick inside him. Mike
slipped between Scott's legs, which were resting on the tops of the front
and back seats. Scott poured lube over Mike's condom covered dick and
spread it around. Both of them were shaking in anticipation. Mike pressed
his dickhead to the opening and Scott relaxed as best he could. Mike pushed
and slid partially in until Scott stopped him. "Go slow until you're all
the way in. Then hold it there until I say it's okay to start pumping."

      "Okay. Just tell me what to do."

      "Slide it in now some more."  Mike pushed and Scott took another two
inches. "Okay, slowly go all the way in." Mike did as instructed and
Scott's balls were pressed between their abs. Scott closed his eyes and
relished the intense feeling of being filled up with Mike's large tool. He
opened his eyes and looked at his lifelong friend. The boy he taught to
masturbate and introduced to sucking just three and a half short years ago
was now intimately connected to his body. Mike's incredible, athletic body
was hovering over him with his large manly dick pressed deeply into his
bowels. Scott closed his eyes again and said softly, "Go for it Tom, fuck
me."

      "Mike smiled, but didn't correct him. He wondered if Scott even knew
he had called him Tom instead of Mike." Slowly at first, Mike withdrew and
then slowly pressed back in. The sensation of warmth and pressure
surrounding all sides of his dick, along with the idea of being up inside
his best friend, drove him quickly into a frenzied pace. Mike was suddenly
pounding in and out of Scott's ass and grunting like a wild boar.

      The rapid stimulation on his prostate gland had Scott on the verge of
a hand free explosion of cum. Scott's dick was rising and falling with each
powerful thrust of Mike's large dick. Cum was oozing from Scott's dick as
he was milked from within. Unable to control himself, Scott reached in and
grabbed his dick and began furiously jacking it.

      Simultaneously, Scott and Mike cried out in inexplicable ecstasy and
Scott shot thick, hot ropes of cum across his chest and neck. Mike unloaded
his balls into the condom, filling the tip receptacle to overflowing. He
shoved his dick in deeply as he cummed. Once, twice, three, four, and
finally five times, he groaned in primordial pleasure and shoved his
erupting dick deep into his friend's cavernous hole. Then, it was over. The
two of them stared at each other, panting heavily and sweating
profusely. Mike leaned down and licked a puddle of semen off Scott's large,
brown nipple. Then he sucked on the nipple and gently bit the protruding
nub. He lifted off and looked into Scott's watery brown eyes. His dick was
still firmly planted within Scott's quivering bowels. Mike moved a bit
closer, then closer still. Then he pressed his lips to Scott's and they
kissed. They smiled at each other tenderly, knowingly.

      "I'm not gay, Scott. But, if I were, I'd fight Tom to the death for
you. You're a great friend. I'll never forget this experience ever."

      "I know. I'm glad we're friends again. Thanks."

      "We better get cleaned up before the others start looking for us and
find us like this. It could ruin my reputation, you know?"

      "You think?" Just then they heard a horrible sound. A vehicle was
approaching.

      Mike pulled out and sat on his haunches. He quickly pulled the rubber
off and tied it. "It's a fucking ranger," Mike shrieked. They jumped up and
scrambled out of the truck. They both ran to the pond ignoring the rocks
and twigs beneath their bare feet. They high stepped into the shallow edge
of the pond until they could dive in and swim like crazy to the stream's
inlet. They rushed upstream slipping and stumbling on the slick, rocky
bottom. When they reached the clearing, they both fell headlong into the
small pool there. All the evidence of their little escapade had been washed
from their bodies and the others were just cleaning themselves up in the
meadow.

      Scott and Mike emerged face to face and bumped knuckles. "BFF?" Scott
asked.

      "BFF," Mike agreed as the others came walking to the stream's edge
from the meadow with their clothes clutched to their chests. Sammy and
Tommy brought Mike and Scott's clothes with them. They crept downstream and
hid in the bushes to watch for the ranger. It was the same woman that took
Sammy's clothes. She peeked in Nick's truck windows and poked around the
pond area, emptied the trash cans and put new liners in, and finally left.

      They all splashed in the pond just a little while longer before
reluctantly dressing and leaving. Tommy had a smile on his face that
wouldn't go away. He was all giggly and chatting away. He gave a play by
play of all the sex play he'd witnessed in the meadow. He wanted to know
how soon they could all come back and play again.

      Mrs. Davis dropped Scott and Sammy off at the ballpark after she came
by to pick Tommy up from their house. Tommy chatted to his mom about how
fun it was at the reservoir all the way to the ballpark. At the park, Scott
went up under the shade of a tree and practiced his trumpet while Sammy
worked out with his team. Everything was uneventful at practice and later
that evening, Scott laid out his and Tom's plan to talk to Jeff and enlist
his help against Devon to the family. He left out the camera
idea. Mr. Johnson supported the attempt, but he warned them not to get
their hopes up too high. If they were really lovers, he doubted Jeff would
care about helping out. Still, he saw no harm in trying. The family played
a couple games of Sorry and laughed and joked together. It was a pleasant
family bonding time. After the games, they watched Sammy's Transformers DVD
and Sammy giggled like crazy when Sam Witwicky's mom accused him of
masturbating in his room.

      "So Sammy, do you do that?" his mom asked.

      "MOM!"

      "Well, do you?"

      "Geez mom, you don't ask something like that," Scott said coming to
his rescue.

      Mr. Johnson just shook his head in disbelief at his wife.

      That evening, Sammy wanted to sleep with Scott again. They shared the
shower and washed each other's backs. After brushing their teeth, Sammy
watched in amusement as Scott squeezed at a pair of large zits on his
forehead. Sammy thought it was weird that Scott would squeeze so hard that
it made him clench his teeth and brought tears to his eyes. He shrieked
with laughter when Scott pressed against the sides of the second one and a
splat of white, zit juice hit the mirror. Scott sighed with relief and
dabbed at the oozing blood and pus with a piece of toilet paper.

      "That's gross."

      "Yeah, well pray the zit gods pass you by. They suck major."

      "When did you start getting them?"

      "When I was like thirteen. Kind of when I got my pit hair."

      Sammy lifted his arms and peeked beneath them. "Guess I'm still
safe."

      Scott wiped up the mirror, so he wouldn't get cussed out by his mom,
and asked, "Sammy, do me a favor will ya?"

      "What kind of favor?"

      "I got a zit on my right ass cheek and it's really sore. I'm pretty
sure it's ripe and ready to pop. Will you squeeze it for me? It's hard for
me to reach it."

      "Ewwww. Gross!"

      "C'mon, it's not so bad. Just stand to the side and squeeze like I
did the ones on my forehead."

      "Okay. For you, I'll do it. But it sounds gross." Sammy knelt and
immediately saw the giant pus pod. It was large and red and had a white
head on it. Moving aside, he reached over and pressed his thumbs against
the sides of the big zit. He looked up and giggled to see Scott's image in
the mirror, eyes pressed closed and teeth clenched in anticipation. Sammy
pressed his thumbs together and with a sudden pop, a glob of white pus
erupted from the red mound and the pressure was released.

      "Ahhhh, thanks." Scott said relaxing.

      "It's like your butt shot out some cum," giggled Sammy.

      "Just wait. You'll probably have to deal with them too someday
soon. Squeeze out as much as you can and wipe it off with some T.P."

      Sammy did as requested and then washed his hands really good. Scott
pulled him into a hug and said, "Thanks squirt."

      "That's funny. You call me squirt and I made your zit
squirt. Actually, it was kind of cool making it squirt like that. If you
ever need me to help you squirt, just ask."

      Scott chuckled and said with a sly wink, "Well if you want ... you
could help something else squirt when we get to bed."

      "Cool."

      They peeked out the door and with the coast clear, they hustled off
to bed. They shut and locked the door and then crawled into Scott's bed
naked. "Will you suck me again?" Sammy asked.

      "Sure squirt."

      "Cool." Sammy scrambled around and took his position straddling
Scott's head. He took hold of Scott's large, hot boner and started stroking
him while Scott suckled on his three inch erection. Scott rubbed the soft,
smooth mounds of Sammy's butt while he stimulated his little brother's
cock. He would nibble at the small bit of skin on the end of Sammy's
uncircumcised dick for a while and then resume sucking. Scott stopped
sucking for a taste of his brother's small testicles. He suctioned both
balls into his mouth at once and rolled them around with his tongue. Sammy
cooed in delight. Sammy supported his weight on his elbows and had both
hands on Scott's dick pumping it in a steady rhythm and using a nice firm
grip.

      "Oh, yes!" Scott said. "I'm gonna cum." Scott used his tongue to
wrangle Sammy's dick back into his mouth and squeezed tightly on Sammy's
cute little ass cheeks, spreading them wide and exposing his damp pucker to
the cool air from the ceiling fan. The sensation of the cool air on his
pucker coupled with the sensation of Scott's expanding dick really turned
Sammy on and sent him into orgasmic euphoria.

      "Ohhhhhhhh! Awesome!" he exclaimed. He pulled Scott's foreskin down
all the way and slipped his mouth over the tip as the first load of hot cum
blew from Scott's engorged dick. He pulled off after the second blast,
allowing the third and fourth shots to hit him in the face and neck. Sammy
was still in the midst of his own eruptions and had deposited his sweet
juices into his older brother's mouth.

      At last, they were both done and Sammy collapsed onto his brother's
warm, sweaty body. Scott's cum created a lubricated barrier between Sammy's
cheek and Scott's genitals. Sammy enjoyed the feeling of his brother's
softening dick and relaxing balls rolling beneath his cheek. Scott
continued holding Sammy's dick inside his warm, moist mouth while Sammy
shrank back to limp status. It was a special, memorable moment shared
between them. Reluctantly, Sammy climbed off the bed and got a t-shirt from
Scott's drawer and they wiped off.

      The two brothers climbed back into the bed and Scott snuggled up
close against Sammy's backside. "Scott?" Sammy asked.

      "Yeah, squirt?"

      "Do you think the police will really get Devon?"

      "Definitely; we'll make sure of it this time. Don't worry."

      There was a long pause, and then Sammy asked, "Scott?"

      "Yeah, squirt?"

      "Are we gay?"

      "I don't know for sure, squirt. I'm pretty sure I am. I'm in love
with Tom and I really don't get excited by girls. But just because we mess
around doesn't mean you are. Why?"

      "Well. I just wondered. Like, I really like playing around with Mike
and Ribs and Tommy and you, and I especially like sucking. Tommy likes it
too, but we both like girls still and we both get horny when we talk about
girls from school. I kinda figured you were gay, and I just wondered if I
would be ... well you know ..."

      "Just like Scott?"

      "Yeah."

      "Well, don't worry about it. You'll be whatever you are. Does it
bother you that I think I'm gay?"

      "No. Not really. You're my brother and I love you no matter what."

      Scott gave Sammy a squeeze and they slipped into a deep, peaceful
sleep.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was intended to be the chapter where
Devon gets his due, but it got too long and I had to split it. Chapter 24
will follow very soon, so watch for it. Have a nice day and if you would
like to share any comments, please email me at h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Special Thanks to my editors, Flip, Pablo and Smallfox.