Date: Mon, 7 Dec 2015 17:07:33 -0800 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: Rough Edges Chapter 33 Welcome back. Larry, Phil, and most of the Wonkeys start seventh grade. Larry gets the chance to make-out with Phil's brothers. This story is mine. Please don't repost without my express permission. Please be safe always. And, don't forget to donate to Nifty to keep the flow of stories coming. I love reader emails. Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 33 SEVENTH GRADERS I've been giving more and more thought to the comments Phil and I have been hearing regarding our marital status. We have heard those comments from a wide range of sources: my parents, Phil's brother Troy, former players, and current players. I've even heard hints dropped from some of my fellow faculty members. As a result, I'm becoming convinced that instead of being careful of my status in a small town community, I am simply being resistant to change. Not that marrying Phil would create much change, outside of the legalities and the finances, but once we say our vows it all becomes official. Our relationship has evolved from friends, to best friends, to "special" friends, to boyfriends, to partners. Maybe it's time for it to evolve to spouses. Even though Phil was the one to battle his sexual orientation when we were younger, he was also the one ready to initiate the next steps in our relationship. We had three bridges to cross as we entered seventh grade: our first intercourse and our willingness to confess that we were boyfriends, and our willingness to come out as gay. At twelve years old we didn't consciously think about these steps, yet deep down inside we knew that if we were to continue in our relationship they were inevitable. I really started to realize how important Phil was to me during the family vacation trip in August of the summer between sixth and seventh grades. I missed Phil terribly, almost to the point of obsessing on him at times. My mom and dad had to bring me out of a reverie more than once. I focused on his looks, on the fun we had in basketball and baseball, on the joy we found in each other's company, and on our sexual adventures. I even thought of the times I had to calm him down when he went off on one of his tangents. I remember one night in a hotel room as I lay awake in my bed waiting to make sure my parents were asleep. I hadn't jerked off in five days and I was so horny I knew I would never sleep if I didn't do something that night. Of course my thoughts went to Phil. My memories went back to late June when our report cards arrived. I remembered Phil biking to my house, showing up unannounced. Fortunately I was home. I was playing Whiffle Ball with Q and Jung in the backyard. We were celebrating our grades which had all three of us on the honor roll. We were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. I was surprised to see Phil. He was clutching a white envelope and sporting a shit-eating grin. "I told you I'd do it," he shouted excitedly as he bounced into the house. "Do what?" I asked. "Honor roll! Look!" He slapped the envelope into my hand as Q and Jung came in from the back yard to see what the fuss was about. My hands were shaking as I unfolded his report card and read it. Math: A English: B PE: A Health: A Social Studies: A- Science: A- Reading: B+ "Holy shit, that is totally beyond awesome," I grinned. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big hug, which was suddenly followed by a kiss, which turned into a bigger kiss, which turned into a French kiss, which had Jung saying, "Hey, guys, get a room." I was so worked up I hadn't noticed Q and Jung coming into the living room. We broke our kiss, a bit embarrassed by what happened. While all of the Wonkeys exchanged kisses during sex, we never kissed in a non- sexual situation the way Phil and I just had. Q fondled my crotch. "Yep, rock hard," he announced. "I think me and Jung need to leave you two to properly celebrate Phil's grade comeback." It says a lot about the relationship among the Wonkeys that nothing was said about our actions being gay or out of the ordinary. The group was matter-of-fact about the depths of the friendships we'd forged. We all thought we'd eventually grow up to enjoy girls, which was already the case for Q, Jung, and Tyson. "You be careful that nobody gets pregnant," Jung laughed as our two friends prepared to leave the house. "Yeah, don't do anything we wouldn't do," Q said. "And we're going to do everything," Jung told us as he squeezed Q's ass cheeks through his soccer shorts, and then poked his finger into Q's crack, shoving the shorts into the space between Q's cheeks. The two horn dogs left giggling and laughing. What happened after Q and Jung left was beyond belief. We undressed right on the spot and tossed our clothes around the living room. We kissed again and groped each other's rampant pubescent erections. We found ourselves outside on the back deck, kissing and fondling. We ended up on the back lawn, Phil on top of me, humping me, his boner sliding along me, my belly lubricated by his newly forming precum. I was certain the neighbors to either side were at work, and if they weren't, well then they were getting one hell of a show. Phil and I kissed and groped and humped and then he sucked me, and I sucked him, and we humped even more. I thought about stopping as I felt my orgasm build up—I wanted to stretch this moment of passion out forever. It was the uncontrolled passion of two young adolescents who were madly in love with each other and happy for each other and rolling on the grass humping each other until finally they could no longer hold out. Somebody let out a girly squeal—I think it was me. I let go, shooting a couple of wads of clear cum on my lover, my first time cumming wet. I felt Phil run his boy cock right across the wetness and he shot his load over my belly with a loud, "Oh fucking fuuuuuuuuuck shit," as we did one last roll in the grass. The warm sun beat on us as we lay naked on the soft green lawn, our boy cum mixed on my belly, our breath coming in gasps. I reached for Phil's hand and he grabbed it and held it. We looked into each other's eyes and we kissed. "Oh my Gawd that was the best ever," Phil rasped. "And you shot a wad. I got the honor roll and got baby batter. Fuck, life is good." His eyes twinkled as he whispered, "I love you, Larry." I squeezed Phil's hand. I couldn't believe he said that, but it sent warm fuzzies shooting through me. "I love you, Phil." I couldn't help it, I had to say it. Here I was, less than two months shy of twelve, expressing my love to another boy. But Phil said it, so it must be okay. Some common sense seeped into us and we had round two on my bed, a nice session of sixty-nines and cock sucking. I didn't wash the cum off of me until the next morning. I wanted my juices and Phil's juices to be mixed on my belly forever, or at least for the rest of the day—even after they turned to flaky dry stuff. Looking back, I wondered if my parents smelled anything. As the scene in the bedroom played out in my mind, I came as quietly as I could on the hotel bed. I had gone to bed wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts. I had pulled the shorts down and shot my wad into the sheets. I didn't care if I stained them—I was sure the maid had seen pecker tracks before. It was images like that which had me so thrilled to see Phil again. Yes, I questioned my feelings at times. As much as my young mind was thinking I might be gay, it was still strange to have the emotions that Phil created roil through me. I'd been bed buddies with Q and had sex in some fashion with all of the Wonkeys, but it was all fun stuff that felt good. To me it was what good friends did together. But with Phil it was different; sex or no sex, I couldn't get enough of him. Just after my twelfth birthday we decided to do what we'd been putting off all summer—the big streak. The losers of our orgasm challenge were supposed to run naked from Q's house to the elementary school playground. While we'd all agreed it would happen during summer vacation, it hadn't. It was difficult to get us all together for an overnight, and the two times we did, we found multiple excuses not to streak. "We're a bunch of pussies is what the problem is," Q lamented one mid- August afternoon as we lay naked on his bed. I'd gone to his house to swim with him and Jung. After an afternoon of swimming, playing, and crotch and ass grabbing, we ran out of gas. But, we weren't too tired for a little circle jerk in Q's bedroom. "You're the pussy," Jung told him. Jung was splayed on the floor, his boy cum glistening on his naked torso. "Ji-Min keeps saying she wants to make out with you and you keep saying maybe some time." Ji-Min is Jung's older sister. "So? She's fourteen." "That's the best reason to do it. She's got boobs. Not real big ones, but it's a good start. Better than what Cindy Murphy or Mia Cassidy, who you keep drooling over, have on their chests." Cindy Murphy and Q had been "going out together" at the end of sixth grade and Mia Cassidy was the surprise girl on the couch the day Phil and I caught Robbie fucking Keegan. "That's not what I was talking about anyway," Q said as he worked to avoid the topic Jung brought up. "I was talking about the big streak. School starts soon and we haven't done it. We keep wussing out." "I haven't," I pointed out. "Yeah, because you won't have to run the three blocks in your birthday suit." "Well, there are advantages to being a winner," I pointed out. We bounced ideas around to inspire the Wonkeys to pay off their bet and finally decided to just arrange a group overnight and do it before school started up in September. Jung, Q, and I took care of the planning and logistics and the result was the bet being paid. As we usually did when we all overnighted at Q's house we set up in the recreation room. While we talked sex we didn't engage in any; everybody wanted to be turned on for the big streak, as we called it. We played games, watched a couple of movies, and tried to stay awake. We'd set one in the morning as our streaking time. One of the things we did was speculate on what we would say and do if something went wrong, like Q's parents finding us missing, or a car coming by where there were no bushes to hide behind, or the school police checking out the playground before everybody dressed. We finally decided the consequences were too much to think about, so we'd just do the big streak with the idea that nothing would go wrong. Murphy, he of Murphy's Law, must sleep in the early morning hours, because nothing went wrong. Perry and I stayed dressed and we each carried a backpack stuffed with the clothes belonging to the rest of the Wonkeys—sweats and t-shirts. The streakers would all be wearing socks and shoes. At one on the dot we snuck out of the house. It was a mild summer night, the temperature in the low sixties. Perry and Q were the only ones boned up when we started, but Tyson managed to be erect by the time we'd finished the first block. Nobody said anything; we understood that noise would not be our friend. Perry did threaten once to let out one of his patented high pitched squeals, but since he wanted to live to be a teenager he ended up thinking the better of it. That didn't stop a few muffled nervous giggles from issuing forth, however. We were a bunch of excited preteens after all. When we reached the playfield, everybody but Jung and Perry headed for the covered play area. Perry was just wearing shorts and he quickly pulled them off. Then the two horn dogs sat on the swings and started jerking off. It didn't take them long to shoot their thin boy wads on the ground before joining us. "You guys are so crazy," Q laughed. "Anybody want to lick it off?" Jung asked, pointing to some cum just above his wisps of pubic down. I surprised myself by getting on my knees and licking off the sweet liquid. "Mine is all on the ground if anybody wants to sample it," Perry said. "Leave it for the squirrels," Ben giggled. The Wonkeys had fulfilled their obligation. It was time to focus on the start of school, playing soccer, and just plain sex. Running the big streak was one of the scariest things I'd ever done. But it was also a lot of fun and convinced me that being naked outdoors was something I'd like to do again. After sex in Larry's backyard and the big streak I was beginning to wonder if I was a born nudist. I would even sit outside in my backyard in the nude, reading or playing a video game, or just taking in the sun. I soon had Troy and Keegan joining me. While our yard wasn't totally private, it did have a fence around it and if we stayed on the patio we'd be reasonably well hidden. It didn't take long for our sunbathing to turn into jerk off sessions. We were a trio of horny adolescent boys after all. Since the beginning of July, Keegan and Troy would often leave together just after three in the afternoon. When I asked where they were going they said it was to see some friends. That would be about the time I'd hop on my bike to go see if Larry was home. If he wasn't, I'd usually find a Wonkey to mess around with, Q being my most regular partner. I had a pair of swim trunks at Q's house and we'd go swimming, followed by a round of mutual masturbation or a rousing sixty-nine in his bedroom. During the summer my bike rides had me doing something one-on-one with every Wonkey at least once. With Perry it meant sucking off his brother Dean and turning down his request to fuck me. With Tyson, I ended up sucking him and Robbie together, working my head between the two until they both came. And with Jung, it meant us trading blow jobs while his fourteen-year-old and eight-year-old sisters sat in the room naked as they watched us have sex. Ji-Min, his older sister, asked if I wanted to fuck her, but I turned her down as well. In spite of all my sex, I finished the summer a total virgin. I spent Labor Day weekend with Larry's family. Larry and I went somewhere on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Friday night was a Mariners' game at Safeco Field, Saturday was a hiking trip on the John Wayne Trail at Snoqualmie Pass, complete with a walk through an old railway tunnel. Sunday was riding the ferry from Seattle to Paulsbo and then driving back, crossing the Tacoma Narrows Bridge. And on Monday it was boating in Craig's boat with Craig and Andy. The weather was great and my mood was great. I couldn't help but feel life was good. Larry and I had sex every night we were together, either masturbating for each other, mutual masturbation, dry humping, sucking, going sixty-nine, finger fucking, or in some combination. We didn't have the opportunity to do anything sexual with Andy, and I don't know if we would have even if we had had the chance. On Tuesday we played soccer on the school playfield, talking about us being naked there just a few days before. Perry dared somebody to get naked right then in broad daylight. "You first, Red," was Q's retort. Perry, being Perry, pulled off his shirt, stripped off his shorts, and was down to his boxers, before actually having a sane thought. Before putting his clothes back on he flashed his flaccid, hairless cock at us. We gave him a hard time, and then really laid into him when four boys who looked nine or ten rode up on their bicycles. "Saved by the bell one more time," Q laughed as Perry was pulling his shorts up. "Did he have his pants off?" one boy with a beautiful high pitch asked incredulously. "I was mooning my friends," Perry said matter-of-factly. The boy grinned. "Oh, I moon my friends all of the time." "Yeah, Terry will do it anywhere," one of the other boys stated. "Want to have a mooning contest?" Perry asked the first boy. Before we knew it we were mooned by twin butts. The little kid had a nice perky ass. I already knew that Perry had a great ass. I was beginning to appreciate the asses on boys more and more. "Flash time," Perry said. He turned around and once more revealed his cock, only this time it was hard. "Look, he's got a boner," one of the boys said. Terry flashed us his hairless little cocklet with a grin. It was quick but sweet. "Perry and Terry would fit in a poem," Q observed. "I wonder if they would fit naked in a bed," Jung shrugged. Terry looked at us askance. "Oh, no, no way. Come on guys, let's go," he told his friends, and the four of them rode off. "Well, it was worth a try," Jung said. "That Terry dude was cute," Perry said. "I'd give him a BJ any time." "But would you fuck him?" Tyson asked. "Duh...anybody who would flash his ass wants it fucked." "Then why did he run off?" Larry wondered. "Maybe because we turned him on and he wanted to have sex with his buddies," I laughed. The little encounter had been a lot of fun. We wondered if we'd see them again. They no doubt lived in the same neighborhood, even if nobody had ever seen them before. We speculated on what kind of fun we'd have with them until it was time for us to head to our respective homes. Wednesday, Keegan and I walked to the bus stop together for the first day of school. Those weeks from the beginning of July until dad came home in October were happy ones at home. Keegan wasn't drinking or drugging— he and I were getting along better than we ever had in our lives. I didn't know where Troy was taking him some afternoons and evenings, but ever since they went to visit Troy's friends Keegan had changed a lot. I learned much later they were going to AA meetings. During the summer my brothers and I genuinely enjoyed each other's company, both sexual and otherwise. But, the "otherwise" part ended up being more important than the sexual part. It was then that I learned to love Keegan. Unfortunately things would not work out well for him, but that summer between sixth and seventh grades showed me what a wonderful brother he could have been under the right conditions. We three brothers did a lot of things together, and sex was one of them. I slept with a brother every night I was home, which was probably only half the nights that summer. Keegan said nobody sucked cock better than I did, and I figured he should know. He wanted to fuck me, but reluctantly agreed not to when I told him it didn't interest me. He did call me on my shit one time, however. "Do you and Larry fuck?" he asked bluntly. "Nope, but we talk about it." Keegan and I were getting along well enough that I wasn't offended by his question. "Why don't you do it?" "Don't want to, I guess. If we did it would mean I was gay." "Bullshit. I fuck and get fucked and I sure as hell ain't gay. Troy's fucked me..." "He has?" This was news to me. "Yeah, when you're not around he has." "Have you fucked him?" "Couple of times. And you know Troy sure as hell ain't gay. And there ain't NO way I'm gay. So don't be fucking uptight about it, just do it." "If I ever did butt sex I'd do it with Larry first," I confessed. "Fair enough, but I get sloppy seconds." "You're on, bro." "If I didn't know better, I'd say you and Larry are like boyfriends or something." "That's so lame." "Hey, it don't bother me if you are. I just wish that I could find me a girlfriend." "What about Mia?" I asked. "She is such a slut. Miss fucking straight A student who likes to get stoned and get fucked. But she likes to get fucked when she ain't stoned, too. Yeah, I've fucked her, but when she's not being a slut then she goes acting all stuck up like she's better than everybody." I decided we'd talked enough and went down on him, giving him a blow job to remember, and then laid back with my legs spread while he sucked me off. Larry sucked cock way better, but getting it done by Keegan was good, maybe because he and I were getting along so great. Those were my thoughts as I boarded the bus and sat next to Larry. My thinking of me and Keegan on the couch had boned me up and Larry noticed. He placed his hand on my crotch, which didn't help matters at all. He slowly rubbed my hard rod through my jeans. Perry and Q were behind us and Daniel and Ben were in front of us, so they wouldn't care where Larry's hand was. There were two new sixth grade boys sitting across the aisle who were paying no attention to us. I almost wished the cute little blond boy would look our way and get turned on by watching me get masturbated on the bus. I hated myself for having thoughts like this about boys, and here I was perving on a sixth-grader I had never seen before while my boy...er...best friend was getting me off right where the kid could see it happen if he looked over. Larry knew what he was doing with his hand, and I creamed my underpants as the bus entered the driveway in front of the school. I was going to be starting seventh grade with my boxers wet with cum, which was turning me on all over again. September was full of homework, soccer, talk of sex, and sex. Tyson and Q were over the minimum weight for football and turned out for the school team. All of us but Tyson played on the same soccer team. Tyson didn't enjoy playing soccer. The big sex news was revealed the last Saturday of the month. All of the Wonkeys were at Tyson's house after soccer. He'd come out to watch our game, knowing we were coming to his house after the game. His mother made up sandwiches and cookies for us. I think she really liked us and liked how we treated Tyson as just another friend. "I'm no longer a virgin," Q announced as we sat around watching a football game on the TV in the living room. "We already knew that," Jung said. "And some of us know it, I think the word would be, intimately." "Yeah," Perry grinned. "That would be me, Jung, Tyson..." "Okay, okay, we get the picture, Red. No, I mean no longer a virgin with a girl of the female type." "No shit?" I asked. "You mean you're the first Wonkey to take the plunge?" I doubt that any of us were surprised that he was the first, seeing as he spent more time chasing girls than the rest of us did combined. "Who was the lucky bitch?" Perry asked. "Perry, you are so crude," Larry laughed. "You know you love it." "So, tell us about it," Jung said. "It was Miss Straight A herself, Mia Cassidy." Mia was becoming more and more of an enigma to us all. From being prim and proper in the classroom and at social functions, to having had sex with at least three boys that we knew of: Robbie, Keegan, and now Q. "Oh my God, how?" "We've been talking about going out because Cindy Murphy wants to go out with Barry Jackowski, although who can figure that one out. So, last Saturday she said her parents wouldn't be home and for me to come over to her house and we'd talk about going out. Since our soccer game was Sunday, I went. She answered the door wearing just sweats and a t-shirt. I could tell she didn't have a bra on. "Then we talked and said maybe we'd go out, but we'd have to kiss first. So we went to her bedroom and sat on her bed and Frenched. She said I was a good kisser, and I know it's cuz you guys gave me lots of practice. Then she let me take her t-shirt off and I got to feel up and kiss her boobs. She told me I could suck them." "Awesome," Jung whispered. "I've only sucked my sister's." "Well at least you've sucked somebody's boobs," Daniel lamented. "Hey, you've sucked mine," Ben reminded him. "You've got nipples, not boobs," Jung told him. "Whatever." Q continued his narrative. "All of a sudden we were naked on her bed and kissing and I was licking her pussy." "How did that go?" I asked, remembering that the one time I ever saw a girl's pussy was when Keegan was eating out Mia on our living room couch. "It was okay, but I'd rather suck a cock any time." "Is that when you fucked her?" Tyson asked. "Yeah, right on her bed. Damn that was ass-kicking, better than fucking some guy's butt, which is okay." "That means your perfect human would be someone who liked to suck a cock and fuck a pussy," Jung observed. "I believe it's called a hermaphrodite." "Did you cum in her pussy?" Tyson asked. "Oh yeah, dumped a load in her." "Were you wearing a rubber?" "No, she said it was okay, though." "Famous last words," Jung observed. "It's why I won't go all the way with Ji- Min." "I'm not worried. I mean we're only twelve—we're not old enough to make babies yet." From what I'd learned, I knew that was wishful thinking. Like everybody else, I was rubbing my cock. We didn't have the privacy at Tyson's house that we did when we were at some of the other houses, like at Larry's, Q's, or Jung's. I could tell that Q had us all horny. "If your brother fucked Mia, how come you haven't done it?" Perry asked Tyson. "I watched him do it once. Mia sucked my cock at the same time, which was really awesome. She said I could do it sometime, but except at school I haven't see her since." "Then you need to ask her about it," Perry said. "Yeah, great idea when she is my brother's girlfriend. I'll do it when he says it's okay." Q, Tyson, Jung, and Perry took off for Tyson's bedroom. We knew exactly what they were going to do. Tyson said the rest of us could use his bedroom when they were finished. It didn't take them long and fifteen minutes later Larry, Daniel, Ben, and I took their place. We didn't take the time to get naked, we just whipped out our cocks and I sucked off Ben while Daniel sucked off Larry. After Ben and Larry came, we traded places. I thought about how great it was how friends could help horny friends. The first weekend in October was one of the last ones before shit started hitting the fan. Things were going so good at home that Larry and I decided he should spend the night with me. We picked Saturday after Larry and I had our soccer game. Pizza was the meal, which made us happy. Larry and I had fun being with Troy and Keegan—the evening could not have gone better. Little did I know how things would change by Halloween. The four of us ended up in my room. There had been no doubt all day that sex was on the agenda and the time for that had come. Larry had said more than once that he wanted to suck Troy and get a mouthful of his thick teen cum and this was his chance to do that. We played strip war and it didn't take us long at all to get naked. Keegan was the first to shed his underpants, and he was followed by Larry, me, and finally Troy. We were all rock hard and Keegan and Troy were leaking a lot of precum. Keegan and I slowly jerked each other off on my bed while we watched Larry suck Troy on Troy's bed. "Damn, you're a good cock sucker, Larry. Phil is lucky to have you as a bed buddy." When Troy was ready to shoot, he warned Larry, who didn't pull off, and ended up shooting his load into my best friend's mouth. I knew exactly how much he was taking and how it tasted. He was ready to swallow, but he wasn't ready to swallow the amount that was shot into his mouth. He swallowed most of Troy's spunk, but he lost some of it that dribbled down his chin. "Did you like it?" I asked Larry. "It's tastes a lot different than any of the Wonkeys, but yeah, it was okay. I'd do it again," he grinned. Keegan got on top of me and started dry humping me while Troy had Larry on his belly and started fucking him between his legs. When Troy was ready to cum, he pulled up and jerked off, shooting his load over Larry's back and ass for his second orgasm of the night. Damn, was he ever horny, I thought. Keegan and I stopped what we were doing to watch, then he went back to rubbing his cock over my cock and belly. He surprised me by kissing my lips. I wasn't about to let him off easy and opened my mouth. His tongue immediately snaked in and we Frenched. He kissed me with a desire I didn't think he possessed. We got really passionate with each other for the first time and were going at it hard until Keegan shot his young teen seed over my cock and belly as he kissed me madly. Feeling his tongue in my mouth battling my tongue at the same time his hot spunk shot over me got me shaking with my own orgasm, blending my preteen mix with his young teen cum. I had the honor of finishing off Larry by sucking his cock while Troy jerked Keegan off to his second orgasm. After Larry shot his sweet clear jism into my mouth we all wiped the accumulated semen off of ourselves. I slept with Keegan that night while Larry slept with Troy. Keegan asked me again if Larry was my boyfriend, but I didn't commit myself. However, I couldn't help but wonder if Larry and I might really be boyfriends, and if we were, did that mean I was really gay? My relationship with Keegan that summer was something special. While the good times between us didn't last long, I am forever grateful we had that time together. It would have been just as good without the sex, but the sex bonded us closer. I had all but hated Keegan going into those three great months together, but the summer made me appreciate he wasn't the total asshole I thought he was. Without those months, I never would have realized that I loved Keegan like a brother should love a brother. I'm happy I learned about what he was like deep inside, because without that I never would have experienced those feelings. I would have always thought he was simply a piece of crap loser instead of realizing that he was a good kid who had an illness and lost his way right into adulthood. Even with him where he is today, a homeless hard-core alcoholic and drug addict, he is still my brother. I know I still love him and pray that someday that lost thirteen-year-old boy, who showed me his love for such a brief time, will someday be found. Keegan and I would become close briefly a couple of years later, and while it was special, it did not match the relationship we'd forged that summer. Next: "Because Life Sucks"