Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2015 14:52:49 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: Rough Edges Chapter 15 Coach Sanders is the best coach in the world. Even when he's yelling at you or the team for something, he's still the best. I got to bat in the state championship game, and I got a hit, and I scored a run. The only bad thing about it is that Nicky only got to pinch run. But, he said that was cool. Of course using Nicky as a pinch runner was probably the reason coach asked me to hit. When he called me, I thought he was going to tell me to pinch run for Toby, but there I was with a bat in my hand. Nicky wasn't upset. He said he got to play varsity this year and I didn't, so things ended up evening out. Whatever, after the game he got a big kiss in the shower from me. Another thing Coach did that was great was to let all of the graduates into the clubhouse after the game. It was great to see all of the guys who were my heroes when I was in elementary and middle school. They got one or two state championships; now we've got one too. They tried to stay out of our way, but we wouldn't let them. I think they are heroes to all of us. I think a lot of them liked looking at our naked bodies, too. After I finished with my shower, I saw my biggest hero, Marty. I gave him a naked hug; at least I was dry. Marty dared me to give Coach Sanders a naked hug, which I went and did. "Happy?" I asked Marty as I started dressing at my cubicle. Since this was a clubhouse for the minor league team here in Pasco, the players had cubicles for their stuff instead of lockers. "You always make me happy, Hurricane." "Happy enough to give me a big kiss?" I grabbed his hand and pulled him around the corner and into the shower area, which was empty now. I had to step up and he had to lean down for me to kiss him-he was 6'4 and I was 5'6-but it was worth it. It wasn't a naked kiss since I at least had a pair of boxers on. We knew the kiss had to be quick, since we couldn't let a coach see us doing it. We didn't care about players, but with Marty being twenty-one and me being fourteen, Marty could get in big trouble for kissing me. I got my money's worth, though, as I felt up his crotch. He had a huge boner inside his jeans just like I had a hard five incher jutting out of my boxers. "I want you to fuck me," I gasped as I took my tongue out of his mouth. "Not here." "I know, but I wish we could do it here. There's got to be a place where we can hide and do it?" "?and have you miss your bus." "Great, then you can drive me home and fuck me again." "Jeffrey, you are incorrigible." "If that means I'm like a hurricane, then that's a good word." "You'd better get dressed. I'll be home Wednesday evening." "But only for a few days, right?" "Right. Then I catch a plane for Alaska." "And you'll fuck me every day, right?" "And sometimes twice in a day." We were back at the cubicle. Almost everybody had left. "You said Rich isn't going with you?" Marty gave me a bit of a sad look. "His way isn't being paid like mine is. He's going to work for Nicky's dad, but he'll come up and visit for a few days. I haven't been away from him since we were in high school." "Maybe I can come up with him." Marty smiled and ruffled my hair. "You never know, Mr. Hurricane, you just never know." "I wish we were boyfriends instead of honorary brothers," I mused as I pulled on my pants. "We're closer brothers than a lot of blood brothers." I pulled on my uniform top. We had all agreed that we were wearing our uniform tops home so that we'd look like a team when the bus got to Mayfield. There were going to be a lot of people there to meet that bus. "Plus, Rich is your boyfriend and you're going to be getting married." "Eventually. And you've got Nicky." "Nicky thinks he's bi, so who knows what the fuck's going to happen." I was waiting for Marty to give me shit for cussing, but he didn't say anything. I was dressed and was finishing packing my equipment bag. "He's not a virgin, you know." "I know that. He fucked Lisa." Lisa was Nick's now nineteen-year-old sister. They'd been intimate when Lisa was in high school. "He fucked Paula Gentry, too, and he did it more than once. But it was cool, he asked me if he could first. And we're still almost like boyfriends. I think I've got somebody else who likes me, too." "Who?" "Lars's little brother Alex. He's twelve. He and Sammy are friends, but they don't mess around. Alex thinks he's gay." "Have you two done anything?" "Let's just say he ain't no virgin." "Like I said, you are one incorrigible Hurricane." "Um?well, I wasn't his first. But I can't tell you who was." It was his older brother Lars, who played with Marty and is Kevin's boyfriend. But, I made a promise not to tell nobody. I asked if I could tell Marty, but Alex said not even Marty. Saying you're gonna keep a secret means you're gonna keep a secret, even though I knew Marty knew who took Alex's cherry. We were at the exit to the parking lot. I put my bag down, got on my tiptoes and pulled Marty down. It was my good-bye kiss along with a good-bye grope. I pulled down his zipper and stuck my fingers inside his pants and his boxers. He was rock hard. I wanted to make him cum, but I knew there wasn't any time. We stopped the kiss. "I can't wait until Wednesday," I told Marty. He ruffled my hair the way he's been doing since I was seven. "I can't wait either. I love you, Jeffrey." "Love you too, Marty." I picked up my bag and hustled out the door and to the bus, moving fast and hoping I wouldn't embarrass myself by crying. I walked out of the clubhouse with Phil, Coach Hart, Coach Fitzgerald, and Fitz's son twelve-year-old son, David, who had been a tremendous help to us today. We exchanged final words with Coach Fitz, but were delayed by a request from David. "May I please ride back on the bus with the team, Coach Sanders?" he asked very properly and politely, his upbringing showing brightly. "My dad says it is okay with him if it is okay with you." I glanced at Coach Fitz, who nodded. "Well, David, you were a great help to us today, so that is a request I cannot refuse." The boy broke out in a face-splitting smile and almost jumped off of the ground with excitement. Like so many of the boys in Mayfield, he played baseball and worshiped the players on the high school varsity. He dreamed of being where they were right now-which in this case was on the bus. David gave his father a quick hug of thanks and then turned and grinned at me. "Thank you, Coach Sanders. It really means a lot to me to be able to ride home with the state champions." He dashed for the bus, willing to sit anywhere as long as he could be on that bus. I hoped the Mustangs behaved themselves sexually in front of the young boy. Some cynics would say that I gave David permission to ride just to keep the teens calmed down. Phil and I had to go through a small gauntlet of parents and fans who'd been waiting outside. One of those I wanted to say hello to in particular. I knew he had been in attendance, but I hadn't run across him. It was my cousin, Ryan, whom I'd been close to since we were young kids. He made it to a couple of my games each year, usually the ones closest to Olympia, where he lived. "Great game, cuz," Ryan said, giving me a big hug. "Thanks cuz. I'm glad you could come." "I wouldn't miss it." He greeted Phil and the two traded fist bumps. "You're making quite a habit of these." "I just coach them a season at a time." "Said like a seasoned coach." "Justin couldn't make it?" Justin was Ryan's younger brother by three years. I wasn't as close to him back when we were kids, but we were friendly cousins as adults. "He had to work today. You should have a text from him." Justin was a conductor for Amtrak, while Ryan worked in the Secretary of State's office in Olympia. "We're going to all have to get together soon," I said. "It's been awhile." "You mean the whole family?" "Nah, I mean just us cousins. Talk about old times and new ones." "Sounds good to me. I know you have a bus waiting, but I just wanted to give you a hug for another great year." When Ryan walked away I noticed that Phil and I were the only ones left in the parking lot. Coach Hart had already boarded the bus. Phil and I stepped in front of the bus, which we thought would hide us from everyone except maybe the bus driver, who wasn't on board the bus even though the engine was running, and exchanged a quick kiss. We boarded the bus and took the front seats on the right side. "You guys making sure there were no broken headlights?" a voice yelled from towards the back of the bus. I recognized it as Chandler's. "I'm just happy you guys didn't steal the bus," I shouted back. After our first championship, I was na?ve enough to think the ride back to Mayfield would be one of celebratory, but tired, boys napping and talking baseball. Instead, the back of the bus broke out into a virtual orgy-one I didn't learn about until that summer. The second trip was much more subdued as I instructed the team that the hijinks of the previous year would not be tolerated on the bus. They were much more normal, although not perfect. They simply became more discreet. I received no reports of rampant sex at the back of the bus. This year, the instructions were even firmer. I wasn't quite as concerned, but still there were three horny gay couples on board. Chandler and Korey assured me that they'd help ride herd over the group and I also planned to make a couple of extra "bathroom trips". The driver came on board and he and the clubhouse attendant dropped off two cases of water. The attendant apologized that they hadn't already been loaded, but he was shorthanded. We then headed out of the parking lot. I reclined my seat and thought about this championship, which got me to thinking of my first high school state championship. That first one was as a player, not as a coach. But like the three as a coach, it included Phil. Thinking of that game had me once again reminiscing about the first time Phil was in my bedroom and how sexually charged that room had become. We had no intention of being sexual in any way, and yet it happened. There was Jung, standing near the bed, prodding Phil to take off his pants, to rub his balls, and now to take off his underpants. There was Q, sitting on my beanbag chair, slowly rubbing his crotch through his jeans. There was Perry, sitting on my bed, his legs splayed, his hand inside of his jeans covering his junk. There was Phil, lying on the bed, his eyes closed, wearing only a pair of briefs and his socks, his cock obviously hard, rubbing his balls and now starting to put his hand inside of his briefs. And then there was me, my own hard cock straining to get out of my jeans. I heard Jung tell Phil to pull down his undies and Phil saying that he would if somebody else took his off. I knew my hand was moving and where it was moving. I wanted it to stop, but didn't want to expend the energy to stop it. My hand grabbed the zipper of my Dockers and pulled it down. I opened my belt and then the button, exposing my own light blue briefs and the bulge that was pushing them out. I could see that Phil had opened his eyes and was now staring at me. I knew that if I hesitated I wouldn't go any farther. I'd jerked off and sucked cock with Q and Jung and Perry, so they weren't the ones causing me to hesitate. I had to do everything in one motion, so I stood up, yanked down my pants and underpants together and stepped out of them. Except for my socks, I was naked. My almost four inch cock was sticking proudly in front of me. Phil did what he said he would do if somebody else stripped off his underpants; he pulled off his own undies and tossed them onto the floor. My new friend and I were now naked. "Rub his balls, making him feel good," Jung whispered. He had become the orchestrator of rising sexual tensions in the room. I watched as he pulled down his pants and boxers, showing off his nice cock, sporting a half-dozen new little pubic hairs. He was the only one of my friends who could squirt. "His balls hurt?rub them," he repeated. I sat back on my bed, reached over, and without asking, I lightly rubbed Phil's smooth tight balls. My fingers glided over them; I didn't know how hard to touch them because of the injury he had incurred. Phil made no attempt to stop me. He propped his head against the headboard and watched me rub his jewels. I felt motion to the other side of me and saw that Perry had his pants open and his cock out. He was frantically jerking off. Jung was the most physically mature sexually in our group, but Perry was the most experienced. I couldn't see what Q was doing. Phil moaned as I tickled his testicles with the tips of my fingers. I could see his cock pulse and then start to jerk. "Touch my cock," Phil pleaded. "Oh shit, please touch my cock." The bus was surprisingly quiet as we headed towards Interstate 82 for the drive west. Larry had his eyes closed and was either lost in thought or asleep. He'd had a tough up-and-down weekend, with the ups outweighing the downs by megatons. But I know the two suspensions had taken a bit of an edge off of what should have been a feeling of total triumph for him. Not wanting to disturb him, I pegged him for lost in thought rather than asleep. You don't know and live with somebody as long as I have with Larry and not have an idea of how that person thinks. Coach Hart was asleep in the seat across the aisle from us. There was nobody close by to talk to other than the bus driver, and I was sure he didn't want to be disturbed. I didn't feel like wandering back and talking to any of the kids, so I closed my eyes and became lost in thought as well. My thoughts went back to how Larry and I met. I didn't want to rehash those early weeks again, so I let my mind go to where it had left off-to that amazing, yet incredibly scary, afternoon in his bedroom after the aborted rumble. I thought of how I ended up on his bed wearing nothing but my briefs and socks, my cock hard as I massaged my aching balls. Jung had seen me hard in the showers, but none of the other boys in the room had even seen me with my shirt off. I could hear Jung telling me to take my underpants off to make my massage even better. "I will if somebody else does," I said. My eyes were closed as I wondered what I was doing. I mean here I was, just after almost attacking the four boys in the room, lying in front of them almost naked, playing with my balls. Yeah, they ached some, but what I was doing seemed almost insane. Now I had all but dared somebody to take his pants off. I was torn between wishing somebody would while at the same time wishing nobody would. If somebody did open his pants, I wanted it to be Larry. I kept my eyes closed and heard a zipper open. I had to see who it was and felt a surge of excitement go through me as Larry opened his pants and pulled them off. He'd already removed his shirt downstairs as a show of support and now he was taking his pants off for the same reason. I yanked my briefs off and tossed them on the floor. Except for our socks we were both naked. At Jung's urging, Larry took over massaging my balls. It felt wonderful. I hadn't felt like this since my last time with Andy. Having Troy touch my junk felt good, but not this good. And with Keegan the sexual things we did together were all about him. But now I was having the most wonderful feelings. I could feel my cock pulse, feel the tips of Larry's fingers gently rubbing my balls, feeling the impending climax build in me so quickly that I almost didn't recognize it. I knew what I wanted and I knew I wanted it now. "Touch my cock. Oh shit, please touch my cock." I didn't know if Larry would; I didn't know if he was like that. But, if he could massage my balls, surely he could touch my cock. I was going to cum whether he touched it or not. I heard my high pitched voice make some kind of sound and then felt the fingers that had been entertaining my balls slide up the shaft of my cock. I squeaked again, my body shook, I could feel my ass lift up, and I came with a frenzy I couldn't remember ever feeling before, even with Andy. "Oh holy fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," was the first intelligible sound I could make as my ass settled back onto the bed. "Wow," came Jung's awestruck voice, "you can cum." "No duh," I wanted to say, but all I could do was grunt in response. Of course I can cum, I thought, what do you think I just did? Then I felt Larry's finger rub my belly. "That is so awesome, Phil." I had come down from my high so fast and hard I had feelings of guilt pouring through me. I had no idea what Jung and Larry were talking about and I didn't care. I heard Perry's fist drive along his spike and then heard him call out that he was cumming. There were grunts and groans and then quiet. "Still dry," Perry said. "Jung and Phil are the ones who can both do it," Larry said. "Do what?" I finally worked up the energy to ask about what was going on. "What the fuck can I do?" "Shoot." "Shoot who? Shoot what?" "Look at your belly." I tilted my head to look down and saw a glistening drop of liquid between my bare pubic area and my belly button. "You mean I did that?" I asked unbelievably. "Well, it sure as shit wasn't me." Larry sounded like he wanted to match me in cussing. I couldn't remember ever hearing him cuss in school. "I never done it before," I confessed. "So this is your first time ever having an orgasm?" Perry asked. "No, silly," Jung said. "It's his first time shooting cum." I was glad Jung explained it, because I had a smartass answer on the tip of my tongue. "Is that true?" Larry asked. I grinned as my guilt feelings started to drop away. "Yeah, it's true. I never shot before." "Holy shit, we were here to see history being made," Q said. "I just had my little orgasm and it was dry." We all seemed to miss Q cumming in the excitement of my wet cum. It was then that I saw that Larry was still hard. Jung had put his cock back into his pants. Perry noticed, too. "Did you cum, Jung?" he asked. "I'll jerk off at home?quietly?on my bed." I wondered if Larry was going to finish himself off-I wanted to see him do it. His boner was beautiful. His naked body was beautiful. In fact, I hadn't seen anything so beautiful since Andy moved. "What about you, Larry?" Perry asked. Before Larry could answer, his mother called from downstairs. "Larry, I need you to help set the table." "I guess I'll jerk off later, too," Larry said. I was amazed at how casual Larry and his friends were about sex. They treated it like it was just something ordinary that they did all the time. Here I was feeling all embarrassed because I got naked in front of them and had an orgasm in front of them and they treated it like it was just some everyday thing. I loved the attitude, but at the same time I was horrified by it. Larry and I started dressing. We had to pick our clothes up off of the floor, which gave me a chance to get a glimpse of Larry's pucker as he bent down to pick up his underpants. I was surprised by how much I liked what I saw. I quickly picked up the underpants in front of me and pulled them on. As soon as I got them pulled up I realized that they weren't mine. "Hey, we got our underpants switched," Larry said as he figured out the same thing. But instead of pulling my underpants off, he picked up his Dockers and pulled them back on. If he was cool with switching undies, then I was, too. I had his Fruits on and he had my Hanes on, and the idea of it kind of, well, turned me on. As Larry and I dressed, Jung came up with an idea. "Hey, Phil, are you going trick-or-treating on Thursday?" "Nah. Older kids don't do that in my neighborhood." Yeah, like I was an older kid. I figured going to middle school qualified me as one. "Cool, then maybe you can go with us," I told him. "I don't have a costume or nothing," I protested. "I got a whole ton of masks. You can wear one of mine, along with some grungy clothes or something," Q offered. "That's what we pretty much plan to do this year. Just masks, a little make-up or gel in our hair, and go get lots of candy." "I can't get to your house from mine." "I'll ask mom if you can have dinner with us. Then you can ride the bus all the way to my stop," I offered. We bounced our ideas back and forth until Larry and I were dressed. The five of us headed downstairs, Perry, Jung, and Q carried their books with them. They apparently had been through this routine before and were heading home. It reminded me of how lonely it was not to have a slew of friends to hang with. There was no doubt that Tim and his gang weren't going to want me hanging with them. In fact, they were probably plotting a way to beat the crap out of me. Larry told his mother about our Halloween idea and asked if it would be okay. I was ready for her to yell at Larry, especially after her having been mad because I was a surprise guest. "I think it would be a great idea. I'm glad you're making a new friend." She looked at me. "You're always welcome here, Phil, just like those three hooligans over there," she pointed at Perry, Jung, and Q, "as well as the two who already left." I think she thought that Larry and his friends had spent six or so weeks since school started making friends with me, when in reality the friendship was just a couple of hours old. "How are the ribs?" she asked. "They're better." "Get some more ice on them while we set the table." "He got a massage from Larry that helped him feel better," Q said, making me almost faint. "You boys are all so sweet," his mother told them. This was so different from my family with people yelling and all of us getting in trouble all of the time. I liked it here. Jung surprised me when he talked about Phil trick-or-treating. I surprised me even more by inviting Phil to eat with my family and me before we went out. I was a bit peeved at mom for calling before I could get myself off in the bedroom. But, I was also somewhat relieved as well. The afternoon had unfolded quickly. One minute I was in a quick little rumble, and then before I knew it, I was naked on my bed with Phil, rubbing his balls. His balls had been kicked and he claimed massaging them made them feel better. I knew how it was making him feel; his pulsing boner revealed all. When Phil called for me to touch his dick my hand automatically reached for it. I had barely touched it when it quivered, he shook and made noises, and two little shots of clear cum came out of his boner and landed on his belly. I almost lost it on the spot. We had crossed a line and would never be able to retreat. I didn't know if that was good or bad, but I know it had me incredibly horny. But, mom called, and before I knew it we were dressed, while accidently wearing each other's underpants. That had an intimacy that almost surpassed my massaging his balls and touching his dick. I was so hard in my pants I could barely move. I maneuvered myself around the kitchen and dining room to keep my mother from noting the bulge in my pants. After mom had chewed me out for bringing Phil home without clearing it in advance, I was surprised when she agreed to the plan to have Phil eat dinner at our house and then go trick-or-treating with my group of friends. That wasn't the end of my surprises. The first one was Phil helping me set the table. Nobody had hinted at him doing it. Mom told him to sit on the couch and ice his ribs, and when he started helping me, she repeated her instruction. "I'm fine, Mrs. Sanders," he said politely. That was the next surprise. Since he'd always acted like an asshole around me, I didn't expect him to be polite. Maybe he really was the kid I saw being a leader on the baseball field and not the kid who kept acting like a butthead at school. The last surprise was mom suggesting that Phil spend the night on Halloween night. "Um, mom, Halloween night is a school night," I reminded her. "I know how to read a calendar, sweetie." I cringed at being called sweetie in front of my new friend. "This way he can enjoy and divide up the spoils with you and your friends. The only provision would be that he sleeps in the guest room." "Mom?," I did an excellent adolescent pirouette from being good and reminding her that Thursday was a school night to being contrary because Phil couldn't sleep with me. "There will be other nights for your new friend to sleep in your room. I was trying to give you two another way to get to know each other." My mother was acting like Phil and I were going to be friends for life rather than returning to being enemies at school. I was hoping she was right. I found I liked Phil's toughness, the integrity he showed on the street corner, his surprising friendliness, and his sexiness. We finished setting the table while dinner was cooking on the stove. All we had to do was wait for dad to come home from work. The best thing about being busy and talking was that my boner disappeared. That didn't mean I wasn't going to jerk off hard and fast before I went to bed tonight, but at least it wasn't an issue now. "Let's sit on the couch and get some ice on those ribs," she instructed Phil. Phil slapped a new ice pack on his ribs after sitting down on the couch. "Now, Phil, how about you tell me a little bit about yourself?" I blushed with embarrassment. How could my mother put my new friend (at least for today) on the spot like that? It didn't seem to affect Phil quite as badly. He told his story of being an army brat and moving around a lot. He told about never having had a friend for a long time. He told how Andy became his friend, but then Andy became the one who moved. He told how Andy talked him into playing baseball for the first time and how he became a catcher and loved it. All of this did not come spilling out of him. Mom had to ask and prod to get answers from him, like moms have a way of doing. But as I learned about Phil he grew on me even more. He obviously had a lot more exciting and adventurous life than I did. I found out, as we got to know each other, that he didn't tell us about his being a fighter. He didn't tell us about rescuing Andy from bullies. He didn't tell us about his alcoholic father and brother, or his pill-addicted mother. In fact he didn't say much at all about his family except that his father was deployed in Korea and his brother, Troy, was the best big brother in the world. That night I learned things about Phil's life, but he'd only scratched the surface. He learned little about mine. Mom probably thought that I'd already revealed my boring life to him. But, I knew that I would need to tell him things about myself, from living in the same house since I was three, to having had a brother who was two years younger than me die in an accident when he was six. I'd need to tell him about sports, and about my friends, and about how we mess around since he pretty much had a clue after what happened in my bedroom. The first thing Phil learned about was my little brother, Austin. As we sat in the living room, he saw Austin's picture and also saw him in some of the family pictures, so of course he had to ask who the boy was. Mom was able to tell Phil about Austin without crying, which wasn't always the case. I didn't cry either. Austin was six and in first grade when he was walking home from school with two friends. A drunk driver came around the corner, a block from our house, and jumped the curb where the boys were walking on the sidewalk. He missed the other two boys, but hit Austin, who died a few hours later in the hospital. Austin could be a little pain in the ass like any little brother, but I truly loved him. He was the sweetest, kindest little boy, and I often wondered why Austin was taken away from us when there were so many kids like Tim and Carlos who were a waste of space and oxygen. The driver was convicted of vehicular homicide and is still spending time in prison. When dad came home, I was pleased when he and Phil took an immediate liking to each other. Dad liked all of my friends; we've almost all known each other since preschool after all. Dad had now met two new friends of mine from middle school. They were the first new friends he'd met since Jung moved into the neighborhood when I was eight and in third grade. That was just a couple of weeks after Austin died. Jung was one of those kids who knew how to deal with his peers in a serene and respectful manner. Or, as in the last year or so, in a sexual manner. Jung found ways to make me feel good, to make me laugh, and to wipe away tears that sprang up. Jung was a special friend who was dear to my heart, second only to Q in closeness. Considering how close we all were to each other that is saying a lot. After dinner, mom asked if we had any homework. "Often, the boys all do it together after school. Today wasn't one of those days, so it's done right after dinner." I admitted to having homework. "I, um, forgot my books," Phil told her. I knew he was lying, but I wasn't going to narc on him. That would end a friendship in a hurry. "Phil is in my math class, so we can do that together," I said. Phil breathed a sigh of relief. He would be kept busy until his mother picked him up. We set ourselves up at the dining room table after the dishes were cleared. We had an assignment on story problems. I was a little confused about a couple of the problems, but Phil helped me through them. With all of the problems, he showed me how he figured out what was being asked in the problem, so he could set it up and solve it. "Whoa, I didn't know you were so smart in class," I told him. "I've always been good at math," he said. "Then how come you're always in trouble in class and never have your work done and end up flunking the tests?" "I keep forgetting my books." "I don't think so." Phil gave me that glare I'd seen so often in homeroom. I wondered if I'd stepped on his toes too hard and ended our friendship before it barely got off the ground. But then he flashed a very slight grin. "I've been mad at everybody, and I really haven't cared much about my grades." I nodded, waiting for more, and he gave it to me. "My brother Troy's already yelled at me about my grades. He knows I don't forget my books, just like you do." "Maybe we should do our math together," I suggested. "That would be a good way to start getting your grades up. I'm not that good at it and you are." "I suck at English." "So, we do our English together, too." While we were in different core classes, we had the same teacher, so our assignments should be similar. "Does this mean we're really friends?" he asked with a bit of hesitation. I leaned into him conspiratorially. "I don't massage somebody's balls unless he's my friend." This time he broke out in a wide grin. "Then let's become study buddies?friend." He held out his hand and we shook on it. Phil's mother arrived just after we finished our math. She was concerned about his ribs and told him they were heading directly to the hospital for x-rays. Phil tried to say they were feeling better after being iced, but she insisted they were going. We looked at each other and rolled our eyes. "I need to get my jacket," he said. I'd taken it up to my room to get it out of the way. We went up to my room together. His jacket was on the floor beside the beanbag chair. "Are you going to finally jerk off?" he asked. I was pleased he was open about the issue. He was going to fit right in with my group of friends. "I gotta. I got a boner twice when we did our math." "That was because you were wearing my undies." "My mom's gonna wonder where I got a pair of Hanes from. I might have to hide them until we can trade back." "I wash my own clothes, so it will be cool for me. I like wearing your undies." I blushed and confessed that I liked wearing his. "Maybe we can jerk off together some time," he said out of the blue. My heart started racing and my dick went to instant hard on. "Yeah, that would be fun. Maybe on Halloween." He grinned and we went back downstairs. I had an empty feeling after he left. I could hardly wait for morning so I could see him get on the bus. And then I'd see him in homeroom. And I'd see him in math. Maybe we could sit together in math. I went back to my room, stripped, and jerked off to images of Phil naked and me jerking him off over and over. To be continued?