Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 16:45:44 -0800 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: Rough Edges Chapter 46 CHAPTER 46 IT'S ALL RELATIVE Phil and I sat as close as we dared in the back seat of my parents' SUV. Close became touching as Phil fell asleep, resting his head on my shoulder. As we headed out to Ocean Shores and a week at the ocean, I thought about how lucky I was to have the boy who was sleeping against me in my life. He's been a part of me since we were eleven years old and sixth grade. We were now fifteen and ready to start our sophomore year in high school. I was lucky then, I am lucky now, and I was lucky every year in between. Phil had told me about his sexual encounter with Keegan and how special it felt to him, even if it didn't seem to have changed their relationship that much. Phil said that after they woke up and showered it was like the wild ride on the bed had never happened. They both knew it did, they both knew it was special, but for whatever reason they couldn't talk about it. But, Phil was happy it had happened. He told me much later, long after Keegan had dropped out of school and left home, that the afternoon on Keegan's bed was the way he wanted to remember his brother; giving himself totally in the name of love. I felt a little sad as I wondered what life would have been like for me if my brother Austin was still alive. Would we have had sex the way Phil did with Troy and his last time with Keegan? Would I have taught him the ropes the way Ben had taught Devon? I am sure I would have, although I'll never know. It was rare that I obsessed on Austin and what could have happened, but when I did it left me sad. Phil could sense when it happened, and he knew just how to bring me back. Like I said, I was happy to have him in my life—happy to have him as my best friend and my boyfriend. We arrived at the condo before my aunt and uncle and two young cousins. We'd rented separate apartments next door to each other. We'd never done a vacation trip together before, and even as a somewhat jaded fifteen-year-old, I was excited about the week. Having Phil go with us made it even more exciting. About an hour after we arrived my Uncle Roy, Aunt Sarah, and my cousins Ryan and Justin arrived. I hadn't seen any of them since spring break and was surprised how much Ryan had shot up in just four months. He was twelve and would be starting seventh grade. He was also sexy as hell. Justin was nine and a total little cutie. He had a smile that had to already be breaking the hearts of the prepubescent girls around him, and maybe some of the boys as well. Justin would be starting fourth grade next month. We were all happy to see each other and were soon in our swimsuits and running out on the beach for the surf. Our parents had to call us back to help carry towels and blankets out while they brought the picnic supplies. The condo was just above the beach with direct access to the water via a trail. The building was a duplex and the complex consisted of six duplexes, all sharing the trail for beach access. They also shared a swimming pool. One of the things to understand about the beaches in Washington is that even when the weather is hot, it tends to be cool along the beach, and the water can be a bit on the chilly side. Okay, it can be a lot on the chilly side, but you get the picture. That didn't stop us from prancing and splashing through the surf along with enjoying some body surfing. The four of us had a great afternoon. I assume our parents did as well. Our first night was routine. There were two twin beds in our bedroom, but only one was needed. Phil and I didn't even bother to fake using two beds—after all our parents knew we slept together. We enjoyed mutual blow jobs before falling asleep in each other's arms. Saturday became kite flying day. We flew a half dozen kites which competed for air space with quite a few other kites. Phil, the cousins, and I met Spencer, who was fifteen, and his identical twin brothers Lance and Allen, who were thirteen. They were an interesting contrast. Spencer was a stocky football player with longish black hair. The twins had bright blond hair hanging just over their ears with bangs down to their eyes. They were around 5'4 and lanky. They were good looking and sexy and they knew it. The three brothers were camping for the weekend with their parents and were expert kite fliers. They were more than willing to teach us what they knew. By the time the day was over, Phil, Ryan, Justin, and I had become quite adept at tricky maneuvers. The four of us ended up meeting Spencer and the twins for a beach fire that evening. We roasted marshmallows and enjoyed cold sodas and lemonade. Since Phil and I were not big soda drinkers, the lemonade was mostly for us. We spent the time talking and laughing and bragging about our athletic exploits. Even though he was only nine, Justin had a lot to brag about. He was a talented athlete who would end up attending a Division I school on a basketball scholarship after high school. As the evening progressed the talk shifted. Even though there were other beach fires in sight, we felt like we were in our own private world in our circle of light. The roar of the surf kept our talk private and the darkness gave the impression of a barrier between us and the closest fires. Of course talk turned to sex. As seems to happen often between horny boys with nothing else to do, we chatted about masturbation. "I usually do it at least once a day," Spencer bragged. "But the twinkies think it's a slow day if they've only done it twice." "Hell ya," Lance smirked. "In the school bathroom, on the bus, in other bathrooms, in the shower, in the classroom, in our beds, watching TV in the living room, at the movies, in the backseat of the car...you name it, we've done it there." "I had a teacher walk right by my desk when I was doing it," Allen said. "I had the top unbuttoned, my zipper down, and my hand in my undies and he never even noticed." "The twinkies are sex fiends in case you haven't notice," Spencer pointed out. "But then, I guess I am, too," he giggled. "I creamed my boxers about thirty seconds after he walked by. It was fucking hot." "I bet he knew you were doing it and just wanted to watch you shoot your wad," Allen speculated. "I jerked off in the dugout during a baseball game back in June," Lance told us. He pulled down his board shorts and revealed his boner. "This is my four inches of steel and it knows how to shoot." I didn't notice any pubic hair gracing his tool and Allen didn't have any as he pulled down his shorts as well. "I hope you guys aren't offended," Spencer said. "Oh, hell, no," Phil grinned and he whipped out his own cock. "Way cool," Lance said as he gave Phil's almost six inches an admiring look. I went with the flow and pulled down my board shorts. Ryan and Justin looked a bit confused, at least until Allen shoved his hand into Justin's shorts. Justin squealed in surprise. "It's hard and hairless," he told us. We all knew about the hairless part without looking—after all Justin was nine. "Me and Lance started shaving pubes—we like the hairless look." "I got a few hairs," Ryan said as he revealed his boner. Nobody could see them in the dark. We had moved away from the fire and into the dark to make it harder for prying eyes to see us. "Come on dude, pull yours out," Allen told Justin. "That's hard to do when you got your hand on it," Justin said. Allen grinned and gave Justin's shorts a yank. When I looked over at Spencer he had his shorts down too. "Forget the twinkies' puny little four inches of steel—I got over eight inches of man cock." He was sporting an impressive piece of meat. "Are you guys still virgins?" Spencer asked us as we all slowly played with our erections. Considering how open our position was, we were pretty daring, even though we were now sitting almost entirely out of the firelight. There was just enough light so we could watch each other. At least we had our shorts down to our ankles so they could be pulled up in a hurry if need be, although I doubt it would be in time. Ryan and Justin mumbled that they were virgins and Phil and I said we were "kinda" virgins. "Kinda virgins?" Spencer asked. Then he grinned. "Oh, I get it. I'll just say that the twinkies have really tight asses, even after taking my big thing up them and even after their cocks all but living inside of each other. But, I've had a few fish on my line, too." "Who needs to fuck fish when we have each other," Lance said. "Who here hasn't taken it up the ass at least once?" Justin and Ryan shyly raised their hands. "Fuck, Ryan. You mean you're thirteen and haven't been fucked? Too bad we're going home tomorrow afternoon or we'd take care of you." "You mean you haven't fucked your little brother?" Allen asked. Ryan and Justin both shook their heads. "Damn, Spence was fucking us when we were eight." "I was ten and was already almost five inches," Spencer told us. By this time we were all seriously jerking off. We stopped talking and started concentrating on what we were doing and on watching what the other guys were doing. The mood was broken when Allen said, "Fuck, I just love dudes with little cocks without pubes," and he got in front of Justin and went down on his knees, put all of the nine-year-old's cock in his mouth, and started sucking for all he was worth. Justin eked out a high-pitched moan. "You could have at least asked him first," Ryan said as he went into protective big-brother mode. "His boner said he wanted it," Lance said as Allen kept sucking. "It's okay, Ryan. I want it." Justin could barely squeak the words out. The rest of us were now jerking like crazy, even Ryan, who seemed to be getting turned on by the seduction of his little brother. I took Lance's four inches of cut cock into my hand and before long Lance was shooting his light pubescent load onto the sand. He quickly grabbed my cock and got me off within seconds. My orgasm was followed by Ryan's, who took care of himself. Spencer lay back and blew a huge load of teen cum over his exposed belly. When Phil croaked that he was cumming, Spencer told him to stand in front of him. He took Phil's cock in his hand and jerked him to a climax with Phil shooting his load on him. "I love having cum on me," Spencer grunted. Allen had a no touch cum just before Justin's body shook with his own dry cum. "Oh fuck, that was hot," Spencer said as we pulled up our shorts and replaced or adjusted our shirts. "I'm glad we ran into you guys, it's usually the twinkies and me roasting marshmallows and fucking out on the beach." "Maybe next time we see each other we can all fuck," Lance said. Phil and I didn't have sex that night—we'd taken care of our needs on the beach. We saw Spencer and the twins the next day and did more kite flying. Of course we made references to the night before whenever we could. I was even able to cop a feel of Lance's and Allen's cocks. My hand got him from soft to hard in an instant. He wanted me to jerk him off out there on the beach. I was torn between lust and common sense. Sadly, common sense won out. We never saw or heard from the three brothers again, but they did give us a night on the beach we would never forget. There was also the added bonus of becoming expert kite flyers. The circle jerk on the beach seemed to have gotten the juices flowing in Ryan. He asked if he and Justin could spend the night with us. Our parents didn't object and the other twin bed would have a pair of occupants. That night saw four boys sleeping in our bedroom. I'm sure the pairing was not what our parents expected. Ryan slept with Phil and they had their first sexual contact, which consisted of kissing and dry humping. Little Justin received his second blow job in two days. I was able to coax two dry cums out of him and he kneeled over me and jerked me off. "You give way better BJs than Ryan or my friend Taylor," Justin cooed. The naked little boy draped himself over me and fell quickly to sleep. I had just found out something new about the little nine-year-old. Ryan and Justin left for the day with their parents. They went north to explore the Olympic rainforests. Phil and I decided to hang around the pool for the afternoon. It was there that we met Brett and John, two men in their forties. It didn't take long for us to figure out that the two men were gay. They were both in excellent physical condition. We learned that they jogged on the beach each morning before breakfast. "We do a lot more working out at home," Brett told us, "but we're on vacation." "You guys live together?" I asked. "We have since college," John said. "We're gay." "Oh," Phil said. While neither one of us were surprised they were gay, we were surprised they were so open about it. "Does that bother you?" "Nope," Phil and I said simultaneously. "A lot of teens are sensitive about the issue. How old are you guys?" "We're both fifteen and going into tenth grade." "We've been best friends since sixth grade," I added. "We met in middle school." "You're both nice kids and good looking boys," Brett said. At the time I thought he might be coming on to us, but that wasn't the case. He was just stating what he thought was true. We chatted about school and sports and about how we met in middle school and how they met in college. The subject came back to being gay as we asked them a lot of questions about the issues they faced when they were young and what they faced now as adults. "You guys sure seem interested in the topic," John observed. I looked over at Phil and he nodded. He knew what I was thinking and I knew what he was thinking. John and Brett had been nice about answering our many questions. If they had any brains at all, and they obviously did, then they probably had an inkling about which way the wind blew for the two of us. Phil subtly pointed his finger at me, which told me he wanted me to be the one to do the talking. I took a deep breath. "Phil and I are boyfriends." There, I'd said it. For the first time I'd come out to somebody other than a Wonkey. "My gaydar told me as much," John said. "It couldn't have been easy to have said that." "It wasn't." I was surprised when Phil reached over to my chair and took my hand and squeezed it. "Are you guys truly gay, or are you boyfriends until the right girl comes along?" John asked. "We're gay," Phil said without hesitation. "And it feels really good to tell somebody," I added. "I take it nobody knows about you," Brett said. "Our best friends do," I told him. "And they're cool with it." "My brothers know it too," Phil said. "And they're also cool with it." "I interpret this to mean you haven't told your parents," John speculated. "Not yet," I said. "When do you plan on doing so?" "I dunno. Maybe never." Or maybe sooner would be better. They probably know, so you might as well make it official." "How would they know?" John grinned. "Let's see how much of this I have right. You guys are fifteen and sophomores. Judging from your physical condition I would speculate that you are jocks. You probably spend a lot of nights with each other and you always sleep in bed together. Neither one of you has a girlfriend and I doubt that you take girls out. I would say your parents would have to be totally out of touch to not know, and two good kids like you are not the product of out-of-touch parents." I didn't tell him that in the case of Phil his dad was gone and his mom was pretty out of touch with things. For all intents and purposes, my parents had been Phil's parents since he was twelve or thirteen. "You might as well take the plunge," Brett said. "I think they'd appreciate your honesty." "We'll think about it," Phil told them as he squeezed my hand again. "I like it that you two aren't afraid to hold hands," John grinned. "We're not afraid to kiss, either." Phil planted a light kiss on my lips that we held for a few seconds. He rose from his chair and I got up as well, still holding his hand. "Thanks for all of your help," I told him. We walked to the pool's gate still holding hands as if it was the most natural thing we could do. "Come join us for a jog in the morning if you're up early enough," John called out. "Oh, and you might want to be more careful on the beach at night," Brett added. "You seem to be good at holding other things as well." Phil and I left the pool area sporting full body blushes. Larry and I spent Monday night in bed together. We talked a lot about what Brett and John had to say and then Larry and I made love. I was the top, as usual. We did get up early enough to jog with John and Brett. I mean when you think of it, eight-thirty isn't THAT early. Okay, maybe if you're fifteen it is, but we had plenty of time for a nap on the beach. They were really two great guys and Larry and I enjoyed their candor about being gay. Besides, as John pointed out during our jog, we were all "family" now. Tuesday night saw Ryan and Justin sleeping in our room again. Ryan slept with me. Larry had more patience with young Justin than I did. "What's it like to get fucked?" was Ryan's surprise question as I jerked him off under the covers. "It's a great feeling once you get used to it," I told him. "Why, are you thinking about doing it?" "Yeah, especially after Lance talked to me about it on Sunday while we were flying kites. He said if they hadn't taken their tents down he'd show me how good it was. Then he said we could go up on the grassy area away from the beach and do it behind a dune or something. I said he could come to our condo and we could try it, but he wanted to do it outside." "Well, I know you guys never left, so I guess you didn't get to it." "Yeah," he said sadly. "But I did get to jerk him off in the bathroom." I had to smile at that since I knew how close Larry had come to jerking him off in that concrete bunker. "You are getting to be quite the horn dog," I told him. He smiled and then got serious and started to jerk me off. I got my hand on his cocklet which was right around three inches. I shot first and he came a few minutes after me. His high pitched squeak when he climaxed was cute. Larry told me that he once again sucked off little Justin, who jerked him off and, at his suggestion, licked the cum off of his belly. Justin commented he could think of better things to lick, like maybe ice cream. Wednesday morning saw all four of us boys jogging with Brett and John. Larry and I told the cousins that if they were going to do sex play with us and sleep with us they would have to get up early and jog along the beach. They bitched and complained, but they did it. Neither one was a stranger to jogging since they both did it a couple times a week with their father. He surprised his boys by joining our morning jogging group. After that we spent another day playing in the surf, kite flying, and various games, coupled with napping on the beach. When we got back from the beach, I noticed Larry's parents down by the pool having what looked like a serious chat with John and Brett. We had a suspicion what the topic of the conversation was about, and learned after dinner that we were correct. Even though the evening was cool, the water in the pool was kept at a nice warm temperature. Larry, Ryan, Justin, and I went to the pool as soon as we could. Brett and John were poolside enjoying a couple of beers. Because of the coolness of the evening they were wearing shirts. Larry and I were surprised that we felt disappointed not to see their manly torsos, chest hair and all. Justin and Ryan jumped into the pool, but Larry and I walked over to the two gay men. We wanted to ask them about their chat with Larry's parents while they were available. "We saw you talking to my parents," Larry said after we exchanged greetings. "I didn't realize that was a crime," John said with a smile. "Sorry. We didn't mean to make it sound bad. We just wondered if it was about what we were talking about a couple of days ago." "Well, your parents figured out we were gay, not that it took great detective work. They beat around the bush for a while before telling us their concerns." "What did they say?" "I can't tell you much, Larry. Just like you confided in us about your concerns with your parents, your parents confided in us about their concerns regarding you and Phil." "So that means we aren't going to learn a thing?" Phil asked. "We understand your apprehension," Brett said. "We kept your secrets and we will keep theirs except to tell you one thing." "What's that?" Larry asked impatiently. John chuckled at Larry's impatience. "We can tell you that you have nothing to worry about from Larry's parents. Fair enough?" "Yeah, I guess," Larry said, showing his disappointment at not learning more. "Trust them, boys. And I mean you, too, Phil, since they said you were as much a part of the family as Larry, which I would take as a first-class compliment." I felt a warm glow when I heard that. "Oh, I take it that way and more. I hate to think where I would be right now without Larry and his parents and my brother Troy. I get so scared I would be like Keegan." "Don't let yourself be scared by what didn't happen. Let yourself be grateful for what did happen," Brett said wisely. We talked some more before John and Brett got up. "This is our last night here," John said. "Brett and I have some tourist stuff to do on the way home. But we still plan on a morning jog." "We'll join you," I said, knowing Larry would agree. "What about the munchkins?" Brett asked, pointing to Ryan and Justin in the pool. "We'll see what they do in the morning. I bet their dad gets them up to run, though." Suddenly Larry wrapped his arms around John, giving him a hug. While Larry was much slimmer than the fortyish man, they were the same height. I followed his lead and hugged Brett. "Thanks for all of your help," Larry told them, still holding his hug. "I'm sorry if I got kind of snooty earlier. I'm just really nervous about this coming out stuff." "You did fine with us. Just follow through on it with your parents," John told him. "You helped us tons," I said. "You're good kids, not to mention sexy-cute. In a just world we might have invited you guys to our unit for some different kinds of lessons." "We might have come if you'd asked," Larry said, surprising me. "It would not have been a good thing—it would be something like robbing the cradle." "But we're fifteen," I said. "We know what we're doing." Brett released me from my hug. I could see a distinctive bulge in his swim shorts. It looked like he hadn't been cheated in the size department. "I'll give you one of my cards in the morning. If you have any problems or issues feel free to call us. And when you hit your eighteenth birthday, we might be willing to rob that cradle." "Until then, we will simply fantasize over a couple of sexy young teens who were willing to befriend and trust us," John said. "We took that trust seriously." John finally let go of Larry. He, too, had a bulge in his trunks, and I could see that Larry had a similar condition. "We aren't so young," Larry reminded him with a wide grin. "But thanks again for your help." "Good luck. Being gay in today's world isn't always easy." That night Larry and I were by ourselves again. His ass felt just as good as ever. We woke up to our alarm on Thursday in time for the morning beach jog. The cousins were there along with John and Brett. My dad did not care at all for jogging, much preferring having a morning coffee out on the deck as he watched the waves crashing on the beach. Uncle Roy apparently felt the same way and came into our unit as we headed out. "What did you do to Justin?" he asked. "Nothing," Larry said. Other than give him a pair of blow jobs, I thought. "Why, is something wrong?" "Only his taste in fashion. He told me you'd like what he was wearing. I doubt that is true, but he is nine and gets some interesting ideas at times. I figure as skimpily as he's dressed he won't shock too many people on a cold beach early in the morning. Hell, he probably will turn around for something warm before he gets five minutes down the beach." I could see Larry giving his uncle a look that said, "What the fuck are you talking about?" I'm sure he got the same look from me. "You'll see," Uncle Roy said as he accurately read the looks on our faces. "Why did he blame us for whatever Justin did?" Larry asked me as we walked to our meeting place on the beach side of the condo. "I dunno," I replied. "I guess he had to blame somebody." "He could have asked Justin to change clothes or something." We were both very curious as to what Justin was wearing. What we saw was a boy wearing nothing but his shoes, an unzipped hoodie, and a pair of black bikini briefs that hid next to nothing. I had to wonder where those came from. "Hey, guys," I said as we approached the waiting quartet. "Where'd you get the sexy getup?" I asked Justin. "From my friend Taylor. He's got a pair too. That's all we wear at his house when his parents are gone." "Where did he get them?" Larry asked his little cousin. "From his sister. She said she wanted us to look sexy when she babysat us. She's your age." Which meant she was fifteen. "Don't worry," Ryan said, "Justin told me she doesn't mess with them." Somehow I doubted that. Larry and I ran behind Justin, admiring his pert little ass. Of course we'd seen it uncovered and Larry had played with it a few times. I wondered what Brett and John thought of it. Maybe the fact that they were running ahead of the pack said that they weren't interested in the nearly naked ass of a nine-year-old, or maybe it said that they didn't want us to think they thought it was sexy. I mean face it, nine or not, Justin was becoming a very sexy little boy. Thursday night, Ryan and Justin slept with us again. I wondered if the parents realized who was sleeping in what bed. Nobody came in to check us after we said our goodnights. I figured they assumed Larry and I shared one bed as usual, and the brothers shared the other as brothers will sometimes do. We were all naked and enjoyed the naked company between the sheets. This time I slept with Justin. I could hear Ryan talking to Larry about fucking. Justin didn't bring up the topic, but after the show he gave this morning, as well as this afternoon, I simply had to play with his hot little ass. He didn't get out of his bikini briefs until dinner time, and they looked even skimpier after getting wet in the ocean. I fingered his crack, played with his grommet, sending shivers of pleasure through him, and rolled him over and rimmed him. "Phil's licking my asshole," Justin moaned to his brother. "Then Larry better lick mine," Ryan replied. Of course, Larry obliged. "It feels really good," Justin cooed. "I wish we could jog tomorrow, cuz I'd do it naked this time." "Not a good idea," I told him. "We didn't see very many people, but you got enough stares as it is." "I want to be fucked," Ryan whined yet again. "Won't happen," Larry told him. "At least not from me or Phil." "Then who's gonna do it?" "Maybe one of your friends after you get home. I told you what you need to know so now you just have to do it," Phil told him. So that's what they were whispering about, I thought. Ryan was learning about how to take a cock up his ass. I hugged the nine-year-old in my bed close to me and understood that Ryan also was learning how to stick his own little cock up somebody else's ass. The whispers on the other bed changed to slurps. Even in the dark I knew a sixty-nine when I heard it or saw its outline. I grabbed Justin's little peg and played with it before going down on him. We were soon in the same position. I sucked him and finger fucked him and he was obviously in preteen sexual heaven. He enjoyed two hard dry cums before I felt myself ready to shoot. After his reaction to licking the drops of cum off of Larry's belly, I was surprised when Justin took my load even after I warned him I was cumming. He coughed and hacked and wheezed and choked and lost a lot of my jizz, but he also swallowed a lot of it as well. "That was better than licking up," Justin observed. "Now I'm a big boy like you guys. I can hardly wait to tell Taylor I ate cum." I could hear the inevitable conclusions on Larry's bed. Justin was an excellent little snuggler and I slept like a log. We spent Friday off the beach and in town, driving go-carts, doing some horseback riding, and a lot of other fun stuff. Ryan and Justin were obviously very tired that night and slept in their own unit, which was fine with Larry and me. We had our own plans for the night, but we would have let the younger boys sleep with us if they'd asked. While we had no more sex with Larry's cousins on that trip, we did have some more occasions for sex as we all grew up. The last time was when Ryan was fifteen and Justin was thirteen. By then they were no longer virgins. Just after school started after our beach trip, Ryan lost his cherry to a friend just like we suggested. The kid was a teammate on Ryan's baseball team. And Justin lost his to Ryan, just as we also suspected would happen. Ryan, for all his begging to be fucked as a preteen, was a straight boy and is now married with two daughters who are six and four. He is an ophthalmologist. Justin ended up being as queer as Larry and me. He and Taylor were lovers through high school. He is now an airline pilot with a male flight attendant as his partner. Both of Larry's cousins attended our wedding. Our plan for Friday was to sleep out on the beach. Larry's mom was adamant about us being well above the tide line. We were very teenage like in letting her know we weren't stupid little kids. But it all worked out. It ended up being a very special night for the two of us. Phil and I were a month away from starting our sophomore year in high school. We still had three more years of high school left. We had grown and matured and were a long distance from our middle school selves. In our adolescent conceit we thought we had found the true meaning of love. What we didn't know, as we turned fifteen, was that we hadn't even scratched the surface. But our night on the beach sent us in the right direction. Next: Past Future