Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 18:03:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon Loewe <jonloewe@yahoo.com>
Subject: Oliver Chapter 7

Disclaimer: You know the stuff!

CHAPTER SEVEN-- Day 6

We got over to Oliver's, after our morning suck
ritual, and his Dad said that we had another day off
as the guys were coming in to sand the mud and tape
job from yesterday. So we went back downstairs and
decided to go to a movie. I wanted to see Sinbad --
Ollie agreed, so we went off to the 8 plex and bought
our tickets to the 11am matinee. It was only 10am so
we walked over to the mall. Not many out this am. Mall
was a bust but it took up some time and time with
Oliver was never a waste. I wanted to hold his hand
but I was still too chicken-shit. We passed by that
girl store, Claire's, and Hillary was there getting
girl stuff. Why do girls get all the `stuff?' Where's
the boys store? We said hi and got into a conversation
and I don't know how it ended up where it did but I
got a real shock. Hillary asked, "Do you guys see
Travis with a girl?"
"Who did you have in mind?"
"I haven't known him long enough."
"Hey, Hill, he's only 14. Give him time." I could see
where this might be going.
Hillary said, "I think he's gay."
I about choked. Ollie busted up.
"You've got to be fucking kidding!?! Sorry, Hillary."
"It's okay. You really think that's a stupid question?
I mean, I never really see him with girls--or anyone
else for that matter."
"We'll straighten him out!" Oliver nudged me.
"Movie's starting!"
"See ya Hill!"
"See ya!"
We raced back over to the movie and got into the
theatre -- good it was a stadium seating one -- love
those! You never know what you're going to get as
there are both kinds at this 8plex and you never know
which one the movie is playing in. There were just a
few people but we took two seats in the back row in
the corner -- high and away -- two minds thinking one
single thought (I found out later). The previews
started.
"Shit -- no drinks or popcorn!"
I went out and got them and settled in as a preview
for something called "Brother Bear" flashed on the
screen. The Moms and girls
"ahhed". I about puked. But it looked harmless enough.
Jessica would probably like it.
"What'd I miss?"
"Pirates of the Carribean!"
"Way cool!"
"Gotta see that one!" (I love Orlando Bloom -- but I
bet you hear that from all the guys -- and girls!)
Sinbad started. Pretty cool. I love adventure. I'm a
sucker for that type of romance. I hate chick flicks.
But give me adventure with a little bit of romance,
and I'm hooked. But why is it always guy gets girl?
Why can't we have a flick were the guy (meant boy)
gets the guy (meant boy!)? (I mean you know, pirates,
sailors -- not many girls around -- bet those long
voyages could get pretty interesting!) The world ain't
ready yet, I guess.  I felt something on my leg. It
was Ollie's hand. He unzipped my fly and reached his
hand in. He massaged me and I got hard fast. An image
flashed across my mind -- creamy popcorn -- it would
never sell! But it might be a substitute for the girls
who never get to taste any!
Anyway, Ollie kept working my cock -- right there in
the back row -- I wouldn't let him take it out so he
made me cream my jeans. Luckily my tighty whities held
it all and it sort of dried by the end of the movie. I
settled in to watch the movie and saw his hand moving
on his crotch. I took over and rubbed his dick until
he creamed in his shorts. (It's a good thing they have
blow dryers in the bathroom and that popcorn cups are
LARGE!)
The movie was pretty good -- the animation was  --
well, incredible. I loved the colors. It didn't have
any songs though. I love musicals. We got out and went
home around 1pm -- found something to eat for lunch
and then hit the showers -- together. We took our
undies in with us and washed the cum out of them. My
mom may be pretty accepting -- but I didn't wanna push
it! We made out under the hot water. I caressed his
back and he held on to my butt. It was cool! Did I
mention that I'm in love with Oliver? We got out,
dried off, after that he snapped my balls with his
towel. So, he wants to play games? I picked his naked
bod up and put him over my shoulder and headed
downstairs. I threw open the front door and would have
chucked him out -- bare-assed-- except for the fact
that Shane and Travis were coming up the walk.
Workout! I dropped him on the couch and sat in the
chair. The bell rang and I shouted for them to come
in.  They did and their eyes went wide as they took in
the sight of two naked boys on the couch.
Travis asked, "Shit -- don't you ever wear clothes?"
"Not if we can help it!"
"Workout time -- let's go!"
Ollie and I raced downstairs and Shane and Travis
followed. The steps were covered by a trail of
clothing and when Shane and Travis got to the bottom,
they were removing their boxers. They grabbed each
other's dicks.

"Uh-aah-ahh!" I said. "Not till after workout. They
groaned. We did bench presses, clean and jerks (no, of
the weights, duh!) and curling. I love to watch my
arms and upper body strain in the mirror as I worked
out. What a turn on! We were all curling. I was doing
120, Ollie was hitting 75, Shane was hitting 50 and
Travis was curling 70 pounds. We stood there, muscles
straining, looking at our own hot bods and each
others, too. Working muscles are such a fucking turn
on. I had been concentrating so hard on watching the
muscles and then I noticed that we were all hard as a
rock in the dick department. They all got turned on
just like I did. I finished five sets of 50 reps and
put my bar down. I watched the others. Oliver and the
others were straining on their fifth set. Ollie
finished, then Shane and Travis was still working, he
was on number 7. We stood around and cheered and
encouraged him. Then I noticed something. I though I
had put two tens on to Travis's 50 pound basic. but as
I looked closer, the two tens were really two
twenties. He was doing 90 pounds! He finally got
number ten up (number 1 was already"up!") We cheered
and I told him and the guys about my mistake.
"You're fucking shitting me!"
"Sorry, bud. It was an honest mistake."
I started massaging his biceps. Mmmmmm, nothing like
good boy muscle. Oliver relieved the tension in his
back. We put him face down on the floor and Shane
worked on his butt and legs. I went to his arms and
neck and Ollie took hs back. Six hands working
simultaneously. I'd notice that every once in a while,
Travis would moan and shudder a bit. Then I saw why.
Shane was dipping between Travis' spread legs and
playing with his balls and stroking along his dick,
which was pointed to his knees, between his legs.
Travis started to buck and moan.
"Ahh -- shit!" He spewed into the carpet and then fell
silent. We started kissing all over Travis' back side.
I was working down from his neck and Ollie was working
up his back and  we bumped. Our lips met and that was
it we were in lip lock.  I moved to Ollie's dick and
sucked. He pulled Shane up and sucked on him. Shane
then took my cock in his mouth. We were munching away
and I felt a warm sensation on my nipples and Travis
was sucking my tits. I reached out and fondled his
dick. Which was staying soft but Travis still moaned.
I hit first. Shane was a great cocksucker. As I came I
squeezed Travis' ballsack and he moaned loudly and was
getting hard again. Shane drank my load and then
spewed into Ollie's mouth. Once Shane was done
unloading, Ollie hit and my lover's cum coated the
inside of my mouth. I savored it with my tongue. Then
I felt something wet hitting my chest. Travis was
spurting again as I stroked his hardened cock. We laid
there exhausted from our workout (and from our
workout!).
"Damn fine workout!"
"Yeah!"
"Nothing better!"
"Think we'll ever be as big as you, MJ?" Travis asked.
"Why not! I started lifting at around 14."
I looked at the clock. "4:45. Get dressed. Mom and Dad
will be home soon."
We got some of our clothes back on but I noticed that
all of us either forgot or did not put on our unders.
We basically had our shoes and socks and shorts on. We
went outside and threw the football around. It was a
little new to Oliver but he caught on pretty well and
we had fun running and laughing and stuff. Pretty soon
the car came into the driveway and we ran to meet it.
Oliver's dad shouted over to us, "Barbecue at 5:30?!"
My parents shouted back, "See you then!"
Cool! Travis and Shane ran inside and called home to
get permission and they both got it.  I was amazed
that Shane's mom let him stay. But she did. So we went
over and gobbled up several hot dogs (no, not those
hot dogs! -- shame on you! Get your mind out of the
gutter!) and 3 or 4 hamburgers plus chips and stuff. I
guess our workouts had made us really hungry.
About 7:30 and Hillary showed up to pick up Travis.
We all said "Hi!' And introduced her to the parents.
Hillary came over to me and whispered in my ear. "It's
too bad I'm waiting for my husband." And she pinched
my butt. What a cock tease!
Shane and Ollie and I went inside and up to Ollie's
room to see the progress. It was so cool. The walls
were all smooth, sanded. Ollie's Dad came up after us.
"I thought you'd be up here!"
"When do we get to paint!"
"Tomorrow!
"Cool!"
"I got an idea!"
I ran downstairs and called Travis' house. He wasn't
home yet but his dad was and I asked if Travis could
come over tomorrow and help us paint Ollie's room. He
said sure and would tell him when he and Hillary got
home. I ran back upstairs and they were all looking at
me. Even Mr. Hart.
"Well?"
"What was your idea?"
"I got permission from Travis' dad to help us paint
tomorrow!"
"Kewl!"
"That should go really fast, then. We may be finished
by lunch, unless we need a second coat of primer."
We ran downstairs and over to my house and the phone
message light was on. It was Shane's mom saying that
he needed to be home as soon as he could. She needed
him to fix the kitchen faucet.
"Shane, that's so cool that you can fix things!"
"Yeah, Mom says I'm pretty handy around ths house.
It's cool. I hope you guys think I'm pretty handy,
too!?"
We busted up at his sense of humor. Ollie kissed him
goodbye. A little long, I thought! But when I kissed
him he held on to my tongue so I knew why Ollie had
been there so long. He couldn't get away from the
suction or he didn't want to hurt Shane's feelings by
breaking off too soon. Shane bopped out the door after
getting the rest of our clothes on, and we went back
to Ollie's house. After all the evening air was
chilling off.  The `rents were talking. We said we
were going for a walk and they said "OK". We headed to
the trail and started walking. It was fairly early and
we walked a long time, side by side. Ollie took my
hand. It felt nice. I don;t really remember what we
talked about -- everything -- but the feeling of
holding the hand of the person I loved more than
anyone else was really cool. We stopped on the bridge
that goes over the river and looked over the railing
at the water as it moved under the bridge. Ollie moved
his hands across my shoulders. I put mine around his
waist. It was all so natural. We then heard a laugh.
We dropped our hands and then turned around. It was
Jason Weller, biggest prick (not dick wise but
attitude wise) of the Senior Class.
"What we got here -- a couple of fags!?"
We were silent. He set down his skateboard.
"Are all Brits fudge-packers?"
I felt Ollie tense. I motioned him to cool off.
"I've heard that the whole gymnastics team screws the
coach after every proctice -- same with the drama fags
-- so you got it twice bad, huh, Jonnyboy?"
"Just go away, Jason."
"I suppose you're gonna make me?!"
"I don't make trash. I burn it."
"That a threat, shithead boyfucker?"
"No, a promise" I said as calmly as I could.
I felt Ollie getting really scared. I put him behind
me.
"Awww. Ain't that cute. You protecting you're little
faggot Brit girlyboy?
"Jason, just leave."
"Public property on the city bridge."
"Fine. Just leave us alone."
"Or what?"
"Just ... leave us alone."
"The football team might like to know that their star
running back sucks boys."
"There's a lot you don't know about the football
team!"
He made his move. I stuck out my arm to block his fist
and swept his legs and he went down. I backed away.
Pushing Oliver behind me. He got up. His lip was
bleeding. He came at us again. He tried a gut punch
but my abs deflected it. I popped him one on the nose.
It started to bleed and he still came at me. He lunged
at me and my back went into the wooden railing. Damn!
That hurt! I brought my knee up and knacked him in the
nads. Oliver and I began to walk away. He rushed us. I
told Oliver to run and I turned. I dodged and stuck my
foot out and he went down again. He got up fast and
came in swinging. I landed two punches one on each
eye. He'd have shiners on Monday. He got my shoulder
and my chest. He was swinging wildly. I gut punched
him and as he bent over I pushed him to the ground.
"Had enough? Or are you stupid enough to come back for
more?"
He was breathing heavily. "I'm gonna mess you up!"
"What? Like you just did?"
"Fuck off, fag!"
"You wouldn't want it getting around the school that a
little 10th grade faggot boy beat the mighty Jason
Weller in a one on one fight, wouldja?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that if you touch me, or my friend, or say one
word about us being gay, I'll tell everyone the story
behind your bloody nose, bleeding lip and black eyes.
And when I show no signs of a fight, then they'll
really wonder -- right Jason? Then they'll know that a
faggot boy beat you up. And maybe, the rest of the
guys on the gymnastics team and the football team, who
are also in my drama class, will not take too kindly
to your bullying a teammate and friend. Got me?"
He hung his head and I went to Oliver, who was still
scared and shaking. I put my arm around him and we
turned and walked home. I heard Jason mutter,
"Faggots!" We ignored him and walked around the bend.
Ollie collapsed in my arms and kissed me all over and
started asking me if I was hurt. My back, shoulder and
chest hurt -- but no permanent damage. I had always
been able to avoid Jason and his friends. They'd been
a pain in the ass since 5th grade. I thought that one
day I would have to deal with him or them. I'm glad it
was only him.
We walked hand in hand in silence to the end of the
path. As we approached the public road, Ollie let go
of my hand and stopped and looked at me for the
longest time. I looked back into those beautiful green
eyes.
He muttered, "Thanks!"
I kissed him, just a little peck, right there,
standing on the road. But nobody saw us. No one was
around. I took a step and he grabbed my hand and
pulled me back. He looked at me again.
"Remind me not to ever get you mad at me!"
I busted up. I needed that.
"You got a deal!"
We got home and went straight to my room. Mom and Dad
were in the TV room -- I think they were asleep. We
undressed each other and slipped into bed. Ollie
started kissing and rubbing the bruises I had on my
shoulder and chest. I put my arms around him and
pulled him tight to me. I played with his hair, his
back and caressed his butt. Next thing I knew it was
morning.


Michael Jon Loewe