Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2015 10:18:18 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: Rough Edges Chapter 18 CHAPTER 18 Q I awoke from my nap just as we entered the town of Kentburg. Kentburg is just a few miles east of Mayfield. The two towns have been rivals almost since the first settlers arrived. Any high school game between the Kentburg Royals and the Mayfield Mustangs is guaranteed to draw a large and usually boisterous crowd. I would just as soon have slept for a few more minutes and missed us slipping through town. The boys were already gathering their stuff from empty seats and the overhead racks in anticipation of our arrival at the high school. As we entered the Mayfield town limits, I quieted them down for a quick announcement. "There's going to be a crowd of celebrants at the school. I know you'd all like to meet with them, which is fine for the players. But don't forget that some of you have assigned jobs to help us get the equipment into the building, and that comes first. I'm sure our bus driver would like to return this rig and head for home." Being the kids they are, the team cheered for the bus driver, who'd been with us all weekend. He was a cheerful man, not to mention an excellent driver, and had been available to us whenever we needed him. The booster club had given me money for a tip, which I would present to him after we unloaded the bus. "I want you all to be happy and to celebrate with your family and friends. But I also want to remind you to be responsible and safe in everything you do. You haven't been the type of young men who wind up doing stupid things, so don't let one of the biggest days of your life change that." Despite my admonition to be responsible, I was certain there would be some major hangovers in the morning along with a lot of boys happy that it was Memorial Day and they didn't have to drag themselves to school. I can still remember the party after the state championship Phil and I won in high school. Yes, there was a big crowd at the school, with more showing up after we arrived. I'm sure that the texts were flying as the bus was seen entering town. Even with the chaos teeming around us, we unloaded the bus in a hurry. The JV players and the eighth graders, along with David, got right on task. Nick and Jeff, who had started the trip as batboys and equipment managers, ended it that way as well, providing us much appreciated help. Phil, Coach Hart, and I spent the obligatory time talking to parents, boosters, fans, students, as well as our own players. The atmosphere was upbeat as it should have been for a team bringing home a state championship trophy. I didn't see any sign of Raul and Zack nor did I expect to. I think they were a long way from everybody's mind that evening. When Phil and I got home, we each enjoyed a cold beer and one of Phil's famous toasted cheese sandwiches. We talked about the weekend, about the season, and about people and things in general. "I saw you having a nice chat with Korey at the school," I said with feigned innocence. "It was one of those catcher to catcher chats for the most part." Having been a catcher himself, Phil identified with our catchers and they developed a special affinity for him. Korey was the catcher with whom he had become closest, with Korey's brother, Kevin, a close second. "For the most part? What else did you happen to discuss that is any of my business?" "Sex." "The boy is incorrigible when it comes to sex." "There was a little bit of it on the bus." I slapped my hand on my forehead. "Oh, I think I am going to faint from the shock of it all." "Hey, at least it wasn't like the quiet orgy that went on right under our noses after our first championship." "That was an entire team of incorrigible boys," I laughed. "So, who did what to whom?" "Surprisingly, two of the JV players pulled down their pants and gave each other blow jobs; trying to impress the champs with their prowess, I suppose," Phil said as he took a sip of lemonade. "There were a couple of less daring varsity boys who either watched them or were aware of what was going on who whipped out their adolescent rods and jerked off along with one preadolescent." "Oh Lord, don't tell me David was a witness to the blow jobs." "Witness? Hell, the kid was kneeling in his seat looking over the seatback while jerking his little piece of preteen meat." "And just how do you know it's little? He could be an early developer." "Korey said it was hairless, no more than three inches, and left some sticky stuff on the boy's belly." "And Korey knows this how?" Phil grinned. "There are some things you just don't ask." "You and Korey have become pretty close." "If there ever was a boy I'd want to take to bed with me it would be Korey, and that's been the case since he was twelve or thirteen. But, now that he's eighteen and about to graduate, he's become quite the sexy stud." "No argument there. The same with his twin brothers." Kevin and Kraig, the twins, were college juniors and played for me on my first two state championship teams as well as in middle school. "But, on this team, my choice to bed with would be Chandler." "Catcher seduces catcher and pitcher seduces pitcher," Phil laughed. "And I've heard persistent rumors that Chandler can suck his own cock and could do it since he was thirteen or fourteen." I laughed along with him. "Well, I've never seen him do it, but it wouldn't surprise me. If it weren't for the fact that it was unethical and immoral those two would be spending a night here with us." "Well, at least they wouldn't be illegal since they both are eighteen, but, yeah, the unethical and immoral part trumps the legal part." "They flirted with us since they were freshmen, you know," I told Phil. "Maybe even earlier." "How could I miss it? Hell, Korey was flirting with me when he was in middle school and playing on my summer team, the little tart." "Chandler was no different. I will believe to my dying day that it was no accident I ran across him and Korey humping in the shower after practice." "I'm surprised they didn't offer to have you join in." "Well, they showed no shock or remorse at being caught. They treated it like a normal day in the locker room. And, as I've told you whenever I want to get you horny, Korey is fucking hung." We were sitting on the sectional with Phil's head resting on my shoulder. "It's not like we didn't flirt with a couple of coaches back in the day," Phil reminisced. "Oh we did, in middle school and in high school. And we got as far with them as Korey and Chandler, not to mention a couple of graduate flirters, got with us, which was nowhere." "But it was damned close." "Yeah, especially in eighth grade with Coach Marsh. Damn, talk about being hung." "Not to mention he had a great body." "I was so turned on that day," I sighed. "Even more turned on than you were the day we first had sex together?" Phil asked with a leer. "Are you talking about me massaging your balls, our Halloween kiss that surprised us by ending with nearly mutual orgasms, or the time we had what we termed `real sex'?" "All of the above?" "Nothing turns me on more than you do, Phil." "Very diplomatically stated." "Let's go to bed and test that statement, especially since Korey and Chandler got us turned on without them even knowing it." "Sounds to me like a great way to end a championship day." "After the way we ended our first two, make it three, championship days, I guess it's become a bit of a tradition." It didn't take us long to get naked, take care of our nightly business, and cuddle up in bed together. "Just thinking of that night of `real sex' turns me on even more." "Gawd we were a couple of naïve little eleven-year-olds, weren't we?" "We were, but the sap was starting to flow in us, which made up for what we didn't know." Phil kissed me and then said, "And there was no doubt that we were two little boys who had fallen madly in love with each other, even if we didn't know it then." The sex between Phil and me was more than satisfactory—in fact it was amazing. He topped me, if you need to know. After we finished, I lay on my side facing my lover. I remember that Halloween night when my mother invited him to spend the night, for reasons neither one of us can recall. I remembered how close our faces were, I remember us crying from pent-up emotions that somehow bubbled to the surface, I remember the kiss that I thought would never end, and I remembered Phil blowing his watery wad on me. That made it twice in the three days Phil and I had been friends that I had gotten him off. But we considered both of those times to be accidents, not "real" sex. Phil and I planned for him to spend the next night at my house so we could have real sex. But, as so often happens, the plans of kids got derailed by the plans of parents. We got the bad news as we ate breakfast the next morning. "Sorry boys," my mom told us, "but Larry apparently forgot that we're going to his Aunt Lila's for dinner tonight." Yes, I had conveniently forgotten that little fact—I was disappointed by the news. I also knew Saturday was out because I had not forgotten I was sleeping over at Q's house. Jung and Perry would probably be there, too. But all was not lost. First, Aunt Lila had two sons, Ryan who was nine and Justin who was six. They were very young from my perspective, but were sweet kids whom I really liked. Ryan was a killer video game player, and we have a lot of fun playing together. Aunt Lila was my mother's sister and was a single mom. I liked my aunt a lot as well. I decided it was time to get into begging mode. "Mom, what about next weekend? Can Phil spend the night next weekend?" Mom said nothing and took a look at her calendar. I knew right away that everything was good. If she didn't want Phil to come over and spend the night, she would have told me we had some plans which she couldn't reveal at the time. If she was looking at her calendar, that meant she was good with Phil coming, but first she had to see if we really had plans. "Friday's good," mom said. Phil and I quickly traded a fist bump. "Phil can ride the bus home with you and have dinner with us." "How about we all go out for pizza?" I asked hopefully. "I'll have to check with your father." That translated to, "Maybe, but don't bet your life savings on it." Q knocked on my door right on schedule. Phil and I had finished eating breakfast and brushing our teeth. We had everything ready that we needed to take to school; I had a lot more to carry than Phil did. "Well, did you guys have fun last night after we left?" Q asked as we walked to the bus stop. I knew exactly what Q was talking about, but I could see a confused look on Phil's face. "Phil had to sleep in the guest room," I reminded Q. "Shit, I've had to sleep there before. That is the lamest room, all full of flowery things. You'd think your mom was expecting to have girls over all of the time instead of boys. "I thought it was kinda lame too," Phil agreed. He and Q looked over at me as we reached the stop. "Hey, don't look at me," I shrugged. "I didn't design the place. I'd have Major League baseball curtains, and green paint for the Mariners, and baseball sheets and a baseball bed cover, and lots of sports posters if I designed it." "Well then," Q told me, "you're hired to be our decorating dude, or whatever they're called." "Interior decorators," Perry chimed in. He had reached the bus stop at the same time we did. "Yeah, them." "Aren't those guys all kinda like gay dudes?" Perry asked. "Not when they decorate a room with sports stuff," I pointed out. "So, who decorated your guest room?" Phil wondered. "My mom." "And she ain't no gay dude," Q laughed. As usual the rest of the kids at our bus stop looked at us like we were crazy. I'm sure they were all wondering about Phil, too, since he'd ridden the bus here twice and was now riding it to school. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Phil had spent the night. Oh well, I thought, they all know Ben spends a lot of nights at Daniel's house. And in the end, who cared? We were all kids being kids, and it even happened on school nights sometimes. The bus came around the corner and stopped. We boarded it quickly and took our regular seats, except Phil was sitting with me in place of Q, who was sitting with Perry. Jung, Daniel, and Ben boarded the bus at the next stop. Ben sat with Daniel, making Jung the odd man out this time. I was still a bit too young to notice the dreamy looks being exchanged between Ben and Daniel. I did think it was kind of weird that the boy with the shoulder length hair and the boy with the Mohawk had become best friends. Ben had spent the night at Daniel's house. When we got to Phil and Ben's usual stop, Carlos and Skyler gave us derisive looks as they walked past us, but they didn't say anything. Well, they didn't say anything until we got off of the bus. As they walked by Carlos said, "Hey, Sky, the faggots had a sleepover last night." He might have been addressing Skyler, but it was obvious that his comment was directed at us. "I don't go jerking off every day after school like those guys do with each other," Phil said to me, but his comment was directed at our two tormenters. "We could beat the shit out of you if we wanted," Carlos said to both of us. "Then why didn't you do it on Tuesday," Phil said. I felt totally out of place standing in the middle of this tween macho posturing. "Come on, Larry, we've wasted enough time with these losers." Phil turned away from them and I dutifully followed. "Those guys totally piss me off. I could beat them both at the same time and they know it." I shrugged and went into the student foyer with Phil. He was acting like the Phil I'd known most of the school year instead of the Phil I'd gotten to know at my house the last couple of days. The bell rang and we headed to our lockers. As I got the books I wanted a thought hit my brain. I needed to tell Phil what it was. I stepped over to his locker. "I forgot that next Saturday my soccer game is at ten in the morning." Phil looked stricken, which surprised me. "Does this mean we can't spend the night together on Friday?" I was glad to know he cared; now he was more like the Phil I knew from my house. "It's still cool. You can come to the game and watch us if you want. Daniel, Jung, Perry, and Q are all on my team." "Can we still sleep together?" "Sure, us guys do it all the time. Mom trusts us more on sports nights than she does on school nights. She knows we want to be ready to play." "But what about...um...you know...the real stuff?" "All we have to do is be good and say we want to go to bed early so I can be rested for the game. And then we go to my room early and um...well...you know..." "You've done this before?" he half asked and half stated. I think my grin said it all. But, I also knew that I was going to do some serious talking with Phil before we did what we were planning to do. The rest of the day went routinely. That evening we got to my aunt's house at around six. "The boys are in the shower," Aunt Lila told me. "They got a bit dirty playing outside. You can wait for them in their bedroom if you want." They lived in a small rental house that had only two bedrooms. I went to their room to wait for them. I could hear the shower running as I sat on Ryan's bed. While I didn't think of my cousins sexually, at least not in the way I thought of my friends, the thought that they were naked in the shower together was giving me a boner. I heard the shower turn off and within minutes two damp, naked boys came storming into the room, their towels trailing behind them. "Larry!!" Ryan, the nine-year-old screeched. He jumped on the bed and landed on my lap, planting a big kiss on my cheek. I had never seen him or Justin naked before. Justin had a little nub of a cock hidden among his tiny balls. He was only six, so of course he was totally smooth. Ryan surprised me by sporting a little erection that was maybe two inches long. He had no hair on his body either, not even the kind of light peach fuzz young boys often had. I was like them in the body hair department, but Phil had light hairs on his arms and legs. I noticed that Ryan was just as tall as Phil was. While Phil was short for his age, however, he was a well-built boy and had to outweigh Ryan by quite a few pounds. "I have a boner," Ryan said proudly, just in case I hadn't noticed. He wiggled his damp butt against my jeans, feeling my erection underneath the denim. "And so do you," he giggled. "Can I see it?" "Boys, hurry please, dinner is about ready," we heard Aunt Lila shout. Ryan got off of my lap. "Please, you just have to show it to us. I want to see it." I had no problem showing it off. After all, my cousins were obviously not shy about their bodies, so why should I be shy about mine? I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling them and my boxer-briefs down to my knees. "It's big," Justin said. "It's because I'm older and it's starting to grow." My four inches might not seem like much, but it was bigger than all of my friends except for Jung. "Ryan played with his in the shower and made it get big," Justin informed me. "I learned how from my friend, Allen," Ryan grinned. He reached over and put his hand around my cock. "Hey, you don't do that without asking first," I scolded him. "Sorry," he said, looking chagrined. He quickly let go of my erection. "Allen and Justin don't mind me doing it." "I don't mind it either, but you always ask first if somebody doesn't tell you it's okay ahead of time." "You can touch mine any time you want." Damn, I thought, my nine-year- old cousin is a horn dog. "Boys!" This time it was my mother's voice calling. "Don't make your father come in and get you." "Some other time, I guess." Justin walked up to me and put his arms around me. He was still stark naked. "I want to hug you since Ryan did." I gave him a big hug back, rubbing the soft, smooth skin of his back. He let go and gave me a big smile. "Time to get dressed." "I'm going out to run interference," I told my cousins. Dinner was good. My aunt, like my mother, was a good cook. We had roast pork, mashed potatoes, gravy, and carrots, with chocolate cake for dessert. Nothing more of a sexual nature happened between my cousins and me that night, but the stage had been set for the future. We won our Saturday soccer game 3-1. After the team's postgame snack, my friends and I ended up at Q's house as planned. It was time for one of our wild and crazy overnights—or at least as crazy as a quintet of basically good kids could get. Our craziness was not the kind the resident parents would notice, unless they went out of their way to check on us. We didn't go chasing each other around the house knocking over chairs and breaking lamps while we wrestled on the floor. Sure, we wrestled each other—we were eleven-year- old boys after all. But we did it in Q's game room, which was separated from his bedroom. Q was an only kid and his parents gave him plenty of stuff and lots of room to put it in. Q and I were the only kids in our families (I'd been the only one since Austin died when I was eight.). Jung had three sisters who were 16, 14, and eight. Perry had his older brother Dean, who was almost 15 and a freshman in high school. Dean was Perry's sex mentor and was also ours in an indirect way. Daniel had a sister who was 20 and a junior in college and a sister who was 18 and a senior in high school. He was what his parents called "an unexpected gift of joy". While Ben was almost as new to our group as Phil, he was now totally accepted as one of us. The jury was still out on Phil, who'd only been hanging out with us for a couple of days. Ben's reaching what looked like best friend status with Daniel helped his stock to rise in a hurry. Ben had a younger brother, Devon, who was nine and in fourth grade. They were attending a symphony concert tonight with their parents which is why he couldn't come. Ben's family was not the kind of family we associated with the east side of Stevens. But I was learning that east side kids weren't all a bunch of hoodlums. In fact there were many good kids who simply lived in a neighborhood that was less wealthy than ours. Our crazy escapades, since last year in fifth grade, would be our sex play. Once we discovered it, there was no turning back. That night was no different. We knew from the moment we had set up the big overnight that we'd all be naked and having erotic fun. It was all about jerking off, sucking dick, and rubbing off. Jung and Perry were the only ones among us who were wet and we dry boys liked their cum on us. I remembered how I felt two nights before when I got Phil's emission on me, and it had landed on my underpants, not on my skin. But we weren't really excited about getting cum in us. In other words, swallowing it wasn't on our agenda, and fucking applied only to Perry. To us, swallowing cum and fucking ass still seemed way too gross to turn us on. Perry stuck his finger up my ass a couple of times, which I liked, but no way was I putting my finger up someone's butt. I found out later that Perry and Jung finger fucked each other pretty frequently. When it was over, Jung came twice, getting juice on Daniel's belly and Perry's hairless cock and pubic area. Perry came on himself. His second and third orgasms were both dry. Daniel and I each had two dry orgasms while Q had three. Jung and I slept together in Jung's sleeping bag, while Daniel, Perry, and Q slept on Q's bed. We were all naked, of course. When we go into tween orgy mode it really didn't make much difference who our best bed buddy was; we were all in for the most sexual fun we could get. And, as always, the parents didn't have a clue. While Saturday night had been fun and sexy, I was looking forward to my overnight with Phil the next weekend. Hell, I was looking forward to seeing him get on the bus Monday morning. My boy crush (or was it more?) was huge. Being on the brink of puberty I found myself sexually excited almost all week. Sunday I was recovering from Saturday. Even an eleven-year-old needs to recharge on occasion. Seeing Phil on Monday was all it took to recharge me. I boned up in homeroom and again sitting next to him at lunch. I was worried I'd pop a boner in PE, but fortunately it didn't happen—at least not that time. Phil and I sat next to each other on the bus ride home after school. Somehow our bodies managed to touch all the way to Phil's bus stop. I was boned up again, and I could tell that Phil had sprouted wood as well. Q changed seats and sat next to me after Phil left. "You two are getting pretty tight all of a sudden," he said. I felt my heart speed up as I began to worry that my best friend might be jealous. "Is it okay if I come over to your house?" It wasn't unusual for us to end up at somebody else's house after school. It was why our mothers always made sure there were plenty of afternoon snacks available. "Sure, no problem." Other than griping about Mr. Nolan's boring social studies lesson, not much was said between us. I spent the trip to our bus stop getting more and more worried. Q was my best friend and my sex buddy and maybe my boyfriend for all I knew. The last thing I wanted was for him to be jealous of Phil or angry at Phil. I knew I was kind of dissing Q, but I couldn't help it. Whether I wanted to be or not, I was madly in love or in lust or in something with Phil. Nobody was home when we got to my house. My mother worked different schedules each week. Today was a work day so I knew what to expect. I got out my key and we headed right for the kitchen to check out the snacks. Mom had left some bowls of fresh fruit in the fridge. While she was a mom, meaning she was usually on some kind of eating healthy kick, she was often a cool mom, meaning she had some kind of sweet snack ready. Today wasn't one of those days. It wasn't that big of a deal since I liked fruit. I poured us some lemonade and we sat at the kitchen table. "I got a note from Linda Lynch on Friday," Q told me. "Oh?" "Yeah, she told me that Cindy Murphy wants to go out with me." "How come Cindy couldn't tell you that?" The ways of sixth grade girls were a mystery to many of us, but Q seemed to have it figured out. "Well, the way it works is the girl tells another girl that she wants to go out with a boy. Then that girl tells the boy that the first girl wants to go out with him." "Okay, and then what?" Like I said, the ways of girls was a mystery. "And then the boy asks her if she wants to go out." "I guess it makes sense," I told him even though it didn't make a lick of sense to me. "So, did you ask her?" "Not yet." "Why not?" "What if she says no?" I paused and took a deep breath. I was now more confused than ever. "Why would Cindy say no if she'd already asked Linda Lynch to tell you that she wants you to go out with her?" Q shrugged his shoulders and took a swallow of lemonade. "Maybe because she's a girl?" That made as much sense to me as anything. "Are you going to ask her?" "I'll think about it." "Do you want to go out with her?" "Yeah, I do. I mean Cindy Murphy is really fine." "I guess." "I'm all horny thinking about her," Q said, finishing his fruit bowl. "Let's go jerk off." "Up in my room?" "Nah, in the living room. Let's be daring." That suited me. Mom wasn't due home for at least another hour and dad at least an hour after that. If we heard a car drive up we'd just grab our clothes and run up to my room. Q and I have done this before, and Perry, Daniel, Ben, and Jung all knew the routine. We stripped naked and put our clothes into two neat piles so we could grab them in a hurry. We were both sporting erections and knew what to do first. We stood face-to-face and pushed them together. "I'm just a little longer than you," Q observed. "Yeah, but I'm still a little thicker." "I wonder which one of us is going to shoot first." "And get hair first." The only one in our group who had a hint of pubic hair so far was Jung, who had light angel hair above his cock. We broke apart and sat next to each other on the couch, our feet up on the ottoman. We slowly started to stroke ourselves, neither one of us in a hurry. "So, you don't think Cindy Murphy is fine?" "Like I said, I guess she is, at least for a girl." "I think Lynda Lynch is hot for you." "Did she tell you that?" "Kinda," Q smiled. "She said she thought you were one of the hottest boys in sixth grade." Cindy didn't go to our elementary school, but Linda did. Linda was always pestering me in fifth grade, which was probably her way of flirting. "I'd love to get naked with Cindy. Fuck, dude, I'd love to get naked with Linda. Maybe with both of them." I was beginning to realize that as much as Q was my bed buddy and my sex-mate, he was really into girls. I suppose I'd noticed that before, I just never paid much attention to it because of all the sexual things we did together. "I know we're best friends and bed buddies and all that," Q said as we stroked, "but I'm cool if you mess around with Phil and he becomes, like, your sex buddy." "You are?" This was certainly taking a lot of pressure off of me. "Yeah, just so we stay best friends and still jerk off together after school sometimes and have overnights and orgies like on Saturday and all that stuff. But, when I jerk off I'm thinking more and more about girls and a lot less about the stuff us guys do." I shrugged and said nothing, letting my hand continue to slowly stroke my hard little member. Q and I often talked when we started our jerk off sessions, at least until things started to get serious down in our groin area. "Are you gay?" Q asked out of the blue. For all of the boy sex my friends and I have had that question had never been asked. In fact the words gay and homo and faggot never came up between us. I was stunned by the question, not only because I wasn't expecting it, but because it hit close to home. I had been wondering if we were all gay the way we messed around, but today Q had shown me that wasn't the case. This made me a bit more confused, because when I thought of sex, I never thought of anything but boys. "I dunno, I don't think so," I said unconvincingly. "If you are it's cool with me. Like I said, I've seen how you and Phil sit touching each other and shit when you're together. And the two times he's been here you kinda like had sex." I'd told Q what happened between Phil and me. I trusted Q with almost everything. "It wasn't real sex," I said. "It just kinda happened." The one thing I hadn't told him was the passionate kissing on Halloween night. I only told him how we dry humped and got off. Not that Q and I hadn't kissed each other, but it wasn't anything like what happened that night with Phil. "Like I said, if you are gay I don't care. We'll always be best friends." Q and Jung both were mature for their age when it came to assessing other people. They were also two of the most open and non-judgmental boys you could ever meet. "If you ever need to talk I'm here. I just want to say I hope you and Phil become best friends." "Thanks." "And if you do go out with Linda Lynch, maybe you two can join me and Cindy and we'll get naked and have an orgy just like all us guys have." His pace started to pick up. "Oh, shit, that sounds so hot. I am so horny." "Want me to suck you?" I was curious how he would react to my question. Since last spring the answer to that had been an automatic yes. But now my best friend was sitting next to me on the couch thinking of girls while he jerked off, rather than thinking of getting a blow job from me or Jung, or Perry getting fucked by his brothers and his friends and stuff like that. "Yeah, that would be cool," he whispered, letting go of his almost four inches of hard, hot, boy meat. I got off of the couch and went down to my knees as he spread his legs to give me more access. I edged in between them and started licking his smooth balls. I noticed how they had started to hang lower since school started. Mine were still tight and hadn't dropped yet, but his balls and his cock had both shown growth over the past couple of months. My buddy Quinn was in for a long visit with puberty. I licked his balls and then put them both in my mouth and sucked on them. I loved hearing him moan. Q might not be my best sex buddy any more, but I still found him to be terribly sexy. "Oh, fuck, yeah, you do that good, Larry." I licked up his shaft. I knew I I'd have to do this fairly quickly. When Q picked up his jerk off pace like he had been, it meant he was getting pretty close to orgasm. I slowly let the head of his cock enter my mouth and then sealed my lips around it. I sucked up on his erection; it was like the upstroke when I jerked somebody off. When just the head of his cut cock was left in my mouth, I tickled it with my tongue, causing him to shiver and moan. "Fuck, I hope the girls do this as good as you and Jung do. You two are the fucking best at giving blow jobs." He started to hump my mouth as I worked on his hard piece of boyhood. He slouched back so he could push his cock up into my mouth. He moaned loudly, and then started to whimper. "Oh, fuck, here I cum." His body shook hard. "Oh, yeah, oh fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit I'm cumming." Q had become so much sexier during our sessions since he learned to cuss. I felt his cock spasm as he shoved up against the back of my throat. He grunted and whimpered as his cock tried to shoot the semen that was not yet ready to come out into my mouth. "Gawd that was so hot." I'd been jerking myself off while I sucked him. I had yet to get into finger fucking. Like I said, Perry had had his finger up my butt a couple of times, but I wasn't ready to do it, yet. I didn't move out from between Q's legs or let his cock out of my mouth as I jerked myself to my own dry orgasm. Q often offered to finish me off in his mouth, and when he didn't this time, I wondered if he'd ever give me a blow job again. We gathered up our clothes and went up to my room. I was pleased when Q gave me a big hug and thanked me again for the blow job. "My turn, next time," he told me, which pleased me immensely. We stayed naked as we worked on our homework, not bothering to dress until we heard my mother pull up. We quickly dressed and went down to meet my mom. She invited Q to stay for dinner and we went back to my room to finish our homework. When Q left after dinner, he told me to think seriously about Linda Lynch, unless "you like Phil better, which would be cool, too." To this day, I'm grateful to have had friends like Quinn Baxter in my life. The website for the body that governs Washington high school sports posted the state tournament scores at the end of each half inning. I checked the score for Mayfield High School frequently. I had things keeping me busy as well, namely my two sons, Max and Jacob. Max was nine and Jacob was eleven. The boys were the focal point of my life and I gave them as much of myself as possible. Today, that meant horsing around in our swimming pool. When I caught the final score: Mayfield 5-North Lake Prep 2, I was a very happy man. Larry Sanders had been my best friend from first grade until we graduated from high school. Even though we went to different colleges in different states, we had always stayed in communication with each other. That communication included Phil Miller, his significant other, who joined my best friend list just after we started middle school. I would have loved to have seen that championship game, but life had me living in the Houston, Texas area as the single father of two boys. I did see him win his first state championship, which had been a very special moment, not that the other two championships weren't special. My wife was still alive then and I was able to get an extra day off in order to fly to Pasco, Washington. This time, the best that I could do was send him one of dozens of texts he would be receiving. But I knew he would read it and acknowledge it when he could. The two of us became really close when his brother was killed by a drunk driver while he was walking home from school on a sunny afternoon. We may have been very young, but I understood how my friend was hurting. My instincts told me he needed to be held, and we spent a lot of time on his bed, or on the floor, simply hugging each other, my arms wrapped around him. It made me feel better as I sensed my saddened friend relaxing in my arms. We were deemed too young to spend the night together at first, a decision I still feel was stupid considering the circumstances and our closeness as friends. For the next few weeks we were inseparable, except at night. When Memorial Day weekend came around, our parents finally relented and let us overnight together. He has often told me how having me there with him helped his healing process. I know his parents had him seeing a counselor, but I'd like to think I helped him, too. I sometimes wonder how much influence the counselor had in getting our parents to change their minds on the overnights. I know he helped me when my wife, Marie, became sick with cancer when the boys were four and two. She battled the disease for a year before passing away two summers ago. Larry made a couple of trips to Texas while she was sick, helping me with everything he could. He was at my house two days after Marie passed away. Just like when we were kids dealing with Larry's grief, we shared a bed and hugged. I knew Larry was gay; hell, I'd known it since we were eleven and I started to understand what being gay was. But there was nothing sexual about us sleeping together during his visit; it was simply a true friend returning an old favor. But from the end of grade school into high school we had been very sexual. Even after he and Phil established themselves as a couple, Larry and I continued to enjoy each other's bodies, often with Phil in the mix. I'm sure Phil had his moments of jealousy, but in the end we made things work. I had my one-on-one times with Phil as well, not to mention the rest of our group of friends. In the middle of fifth grade my pack of friends discovered sex. We couldn't get enough of it with each other. We also established ourselves as the bed buddy of another boy in our group. Larry and I were bed buddies for close to a year. While we stayed sexually active with each other, by the middle of sixth grade I was very much into girls and Larry was very much into Phil. I figured out he was gay by the second month of sixth grade. I don't know how I knew, I just did. I knew it before Larry knew it. Larry told me later that I was the one who really got him thinking of who he was. He was grateful that his best friend at the time accepted him as being gay even as he was trying to understand what homosexuality was all about and if it applied to him. My sons and I plan to head up to Mayfield this summer. I haven't been there for many years. My parents are retired and live in the Houston area to be close to their grandkids. My boys love Larry and Phil and think of them as their uncles. One of these days I will have to explain to them why the two live together and sleep together. And if they get married (and I hope they get off their butts and do it) that will open up even more explaining. It's funny how we were as kids. I remember telling Larry I think I was going to go out with a girl named Cindy. Somehow Larry and I got naked as we talked and, being the diplomatic preteen I was, I started asking Larry if he was gay. He wasn't sure what I was talking about, but that didn't stop us from jerking off on his living room couch while we talked, or for him to get between my legs and give me an exquisite blow job. I've been with a few females and Marie was great in bed, but nobody in my life could suck dick like Larry Sanders, even when were eleven. The best thing I can say about Larry Sanders, however, is that I will be eternally grateful to have had a friend like him in my life. To be continued...