The Root Beer Boys

Part II

By Dan

Chapter Three - Wayne's Diary

This is cool! I get to be part of this one. Andy kept the first part all to himself. That's Ok, I guess. After all, he IS older. Ha ha! He hates it when I make fun of him that way. But opening my diary to everybody was kinda scary at first. It took me a few days to read through it and make sure there weren't any real secrets in it. But heck, by now, everybody who matters knows everything.

You already know about me, so I don't have to describe myself or anything, except to remind you that Andy and I are brothers but we're also boyfriends. I love 'im a bunch. And he loves me almost as much as I love him. OW! He just punched me for saying that.

I just talked to Dad and he said that even though our diaries have some boring stuff and some private stuff, we should just let you have everything. I don't write in it real often, though, so when it sounds like a lot of time has passed from one entry to the next, that's because it has. And sometimes I write like I'm actually talkin' to my diary, and sometimes it sounds like I'm tellin' a story, talkin' to somebody else. Readin' through it I can see where it might sound a little confusing to strangers, but what the heck. It's my diary. So here goes nothing, or everything, whatever.

- November -

Hey diary, the last couple of weeks have been really ragged for Brian. Once he came out to us and his mom there was no way he could keep it from the rest of our gang. So we've been razzing him about this new boyfriend who didn't even know his name. Haha! Isn't that funny? I swear I think he was in love the first time he met him and didn't even know the guy's name, much less his phone number or address. Geez!

None of the rest of our gang ever go to the alliance meetings, but that didn't stop the root beer boys from filling them in on all the details. I think the thing that makes it so much fun to tease Brian is the fact that he blushes red as a beet whenever we do it. Actually I think he kind of likes it. He always gets this really cute grin on his face when we talk about whatsisname, as we called him at first.

- December -

Remember I told you our bedroom was really little? Two twin beds with about three feet between them? Well, it's even littler now, 'cause Mom and Dad got us a double bed for Christmas. They figured what-the-heck, we weren't using but one bed anyway, it might as well be one big enough for the two of us. Of course, now we only use half a bed 'cause I like to snuggle up close to Andy unless it's just too hot.

Andy introduced me to this little game that Mom used to play with him when he was little. When we're snuggling up close to each other in bed or on the couch or anywhere else, he walks his fingers up my arm or back or chest, whatever, up towards my neck. All the time he's doing that he's saying, "Here comes a little bug to get you. What kind of bug is it?"

Then depending on what I guess or what mood he's in, it ends up being a tickle bug or a love bug or an ear bug or something. You oughta be able to figure out what he did with his fingers for each bug, right? Well, one night we were lying in bed and I started doing that to him, but I never got above his chest. He was lying on his back, and I just walked my fingers all over his stomach and chest and arms as I kept teasing him and he kept guessing.

"Here comes a little bug to get you, Andy. What kinda bug is it?"

"Tickle bug? Love bug? Snuggle bug? Titsucker bug?"

All at once I shoved my hand into his crotch and grabbed his penis as I yelled, "It's a cockroach!"

I thought he was going to shit he laughed so hard. You ever try to give a guy a hardon when he's laughing his fool head off? Of course not. You're only a book. Duh! He couldn't get it up. I actually had to wait til he calmed down before I could do what I wanted to do.

Ya know? I just love playing with Andy. His penis is so cute, soft or hard. It's bigger than mine, but I don't care. He's two years older than me. And he's getting more hair down there while I'm still just gettin' started.

Some nights I'll just lay there and hold him in my hand, squeeze it every once in a while, roll it back and forth in my fingers, just enough to keep it hard. He sure likes it though, 'cause he'll lay there and let me do it for hours until one of us gets so hot I have to finish him off. Then he does me. Gosh, that feels great. He has this special thing he does with my dick when he's playing with it.

Every so often as he's playing with me, he'll lean over and just kiss it. Sometimes on the head, sometimes on the top of the shaft about halfway back, sometimes on the bottom. And sometimes he kisses my nutsac, too. It's not oral sex, it's just kissin.' And it is sooo great. Did I tell you I love him bunches? More than he loves me! Ow! I forgot he was standing behind me.

Just in case you're wondering, we haven't made love except that one time. I love Andy so much, we don't have to make love. Just thinkin' about that time I had his penis in my mouth is enough for me.

Christmas was really wonderful this year. When we woke up, the house was cold 'cause Dad turns the thermostat way down at night. So Andy and I just snuggled up together and shared each other's warmth. I love it that he's bigger than me, 'cause it's so neat when he snuggles up to me from behind. I fit into him pretty good, ankle to ankle, calf to shin, knees to knees, thigh to thigh, butt to crotch, back to chest, head to head. I like the butt to crotch part 'cause he lays an arm over me, grabs my chest and pulls me back into him real snug. If he isn't hard already he gets hard pretty quick, and I like to feel it throbbing against me. I get hard thinkin' about what it might feel like when we finally do it. Yeah, diary, the big IT. But for now, just hugglin' is so great.

We stayed that way so long Mom and Dad had to come get us to open presents. Usually it's the other way around.

But what made it so wonderful was the presents Andy and I gave each other. You remember I told you Andy and I are all the time finishing each other's thoughts? Well, we sort of did that with our presents. Mom gets this catalogue from some Irish place 'cause her family is from Ireland. Well they had these necklaces that could be engraved with your name in some old Irish alphabet called Ogham. It's just a bunch of lines drawn in different groupings and slants that represent the letters.

As it turned out, Andy and I each saw that catalogue and ended up getting mom to order us a necklace for the other one. After we opened them, she told us how hard it was for her to keep the secret and how she almost gave it away when I asked her after Andy had already asked her.

The chains were pretty short and thin, so Mom bought us new ones as Christmas presents. We swore to each other that we'd never take them off, not even to shower. Some day I'm hoping we'll trade, so I can have something of Andy's close to my heart all the time, especially when we're apart.

I gotta tell you, though, the best part of Christmas for me is the same every year - having a family to share it with. My first Mom and I hardly ever did much. I don't know what it was with her, but she just didn't seem to love me very much. I always felt like I was a burden to her, especially at Christmas. I'm sorry she died in a car wreck, but I'm not sorry I don't live with her any more.

Dad and the Mom I have now are so wonderful. It's just so obvious that they both want me, even my new mom. Sometimes I cry with the joy of having a family. And especially having Andy. It's weird how I can love him as my older brother and as my boyfriend. Two different kinds of love, and both of them so special.

I think I'll stop now. I'm startin' to cry and feel the need for a hug from you know who.

- January -

Wow! That was some hug! I'm glad Mom and Dad didn't come in any sooner than they did. They might have figured out what happened just from the smell. Fortunately our stuff had dried up a little, and the smell had gone away before they got there. Andy and I enjoyed changing our undershorts and cleaning each other up after they left, though. I'm not gonna put the details in here in case Mom finds it.

I got to thinkin' the other day that everything I've written in here so far makes it sound like Andy and I spend every waking minute of our lives together, and that just isn't true. Andy's my best friend, but he isn't my only friend. Tommy and Matt and me are close! I mean real close. We go skateboarding all over the neighborhood. In fact, last week our skateboarding almost killed Tommy and just about scared the shit outta me and Matt.

We were out on Baker Boulevard which has a pretty steep slope and were havin' a whale of a time seein' how fast we could get goin' and still make the curve at the bottom. If we missed the curve, we ended up in old Mr. Bartemus' hedges. Ouch!

Anyway, we'd all gone down that hill a dozen times, and all three of us had hit the hedges a couple of times, but the last time made us swear off of skateboards for awhile.

Tommy was actin' the fool, as usual. No, that's not fair. He didn't act that way anymore than the rest of us. But he was foolin' around. I guess he was gettin' bored on his board, so he was goin' down the hill backwards, yellin' at us and darin' us to do the same thing. Just as he was gettin' close to the curve at the bottom, this big delivery truck started around the curve. I was sure he was gonna get killed.

"TOMMY! WATCH OUT!" I yelled as loud as I could and pointed at him.

He turned around just in time to see the truck. Then he did somethin' I never saw anybody do before. He just threw his legs out in front of him and landed on his board flat on his back, goin' like a bat outta hell straight across the intersection towards Mr. Bartemus's hedges. I don't think the driver even saw him comin' because he just kept right on movin'. As the truck rounded the curve, Tommy flew under it, between the two front wheels and the double set of double back wheels. I swear God must have been down there somewhere, 'cause Tommy got through and into the hedges before the back wheels ran over him.

I don't know which of us was cryin' harder when we got to him, Tommy or Matt or me. I guess we were all cryin' for the same reasons. Scared shitless and relieved as hell that Tommy wasn't dead. Heck we didn't even care that old man Bartemus was yelling his fool head off about makin' us pay for any damages to his stupid hedges.

When we got him pulled outta the hedges, I threw myself on Tommy and began kissing him all over. I was just so happy and relieved I couldn't control myself. They weren't really love kisses, not the kind I give Andy, but before I could get calmed down and stop, Tommy grabbed my ears and planted a big one right on my lips. My eyes flew open as he rammed his tongue in my mouth, and I got a hardon. That scared me almost as bad as Tommy's near death experience.

"What the heck are you doing, Tommy?" I yelled at him, all outta breath from runnin' and cryin' and ... and ... well, and that kiss!

Matt was just standing there wiping his eyes and staring at us. He had a weird look on his face like he couldn't believe it but wasn't surprised. Tommy's face was turnin' beet red, and I couldn't tell if it was from cryin' or kissin' or me yelling at him.

"Uh, gee Wayne, uh, I don't know what I was doin'."

As I climbed off him and sat down in the street, I could see him trying to cover a bulge in his pants. This was gettin' embarrassing, 'cause I had one too.

Just then, we heard Matt's Mom calling for him, yelling that dinner was ready. They only live about half a block away.

"Are you guy's gonna be ok?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm alright."

"Me too, Matt. Thanks. I'll make sure Tommy gets home ok."

"I mean about that other stuff, too. You gonna be ok, Tommy?"

"Oh, uh, yeah sure. No problem. That was just an accident. I was just so relieved I wasn't dead I lost control. Nothin' to worry about dude."

Matt had a sad kind of smile on his face as he said goodbye, then ran off towards his home. Tommy and I sat there a while longer not saying anything. I was wondering about Matt and the way he was looking at Tommy just before he left, and I was also wondering about that kiss and how we both reacted to it.

"I think we need to talk to Andy, Tommy. What do you think?"

He just looked at me a minute and then I saw a tear start to form in the outside corner of his eye.

"Yeah, I guess we should. That was really weird, Wayne. I wouldn't want Andy to hear about it from Matthew or somebody else."

"Yeah, me neither."

We sat a little longer in silence with Tommy just ringing his hands and me rubbing my hands over the wheels of my skateboard, makin' 'em sing.


"Yeah, Tommy?"

"It felt good."

I was silent for a minute, just looking at him. Of all my friends, I think Tommy was my best friend, next to Andy.

"Yeah, it did. To me too. That's why we need to talk to Andy. I gotta tell him what happened. I can't keep this from him."

"Did you get a boner, too?"

"Yeah, Tommy, I did. That's what I'm talkin' about. I thought I saw you tryin' to hide something down there. You ain't a little boy any more, huh?"

Tommy blushed and grinned at me.

"Aw, I'm not so big. But I guess it did show, huh?"

"Sure it did, and I bet Matt saw it too."

"That's what bothers me. I'm afraid he's gonna think I have the hots for you."

"Why'd you say it that way, Tommy? What do you mean?"

"I dunno. Let's not talk about it now, ok? I just wanna get home."

We stood up and started skateboardin' towards home. When we got to his house, I stopped and gave him a hug.

"Don't worry Tommy. I'm ok with what happened, and I won't say anything to Andy without you being there. But it's gotta be soon. OK?"

He was in a better mood by then. He actually had his old care-free look back.

"Sure, Wayne. Maybe I can come over after dinner tonight. Would that be too soon?"

"I don't think so. But call first. Let me find out what's goin' on at home tonight."

He skated up to this front porch and I went on home. I kept feelin' his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth and thinkin' about Andy. By the time I got home, I had a problem hiding something of my own.

... to be continued

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