New Story January 1998
(b/b/b pedo)

The usual bullshit disclaimers apply.  If you are offended yadda yadda not 
of legal age yadda yadda  purely fictional yadda yadda do not advocate 
breaking any laws yadda yadda yadda.  

For those who are here because you want to be, welcome and enjoy.  :-)

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Spinner
(c) 1998 by Gamin Paramour


"OK then, we're all in, right?"

The other two boys looked uncertainly from Jason to each other.  Michael
visibly gulped.

"Nobody chickens out, no matter what," Jason continued with an air of
grave seriousness.  "Anybody who bails is out of the club, and the other
guys never speak to him again."

Brendan piped up in a shrill squeak, a well-known sign of his nervousness.
"How come we have to do this, Jason?  I mean, why can't we just have a
club, without a in-isher-a-shun?"

"Because," the boy said, elongating the two-syllable word into about six
as a pronouncement of the smaller boy's denseness, "a club doesn't mean 
anything if anybody can just join.  You gotta make it hard to get in." 

Michael gulped again, and softly asked, "Nothin's gonna hurt, is it?"

"It might," Jason said, grinning wickedly and raising one eyebrow into an 
arch.  When Michael looked ready to protest he hastily added, "Nothing 
will hurt enough to need a doctor or anything. You'll probably only cry two 
or three times."

"I won't cry!" Michael insisted.  It was terribly important to him not to
cry in front of his two best friends.  They were both eleven now that
Brendan had his birthday, and though Michael still had a whole month of 
ten-year-oldness in front of him, he was determined not to be the baby of 
the group.  He was physically bigger than Brendan, which helped, but he 
still had a slight reputation as a cry-baby to overcome.

"Look," Jason continued, putting a hand on Michael's arm in a reassuring
gesture, "I followed some rules when I made up the dares.  Everything has
to be done in this basement, where nobody else can see, and nothing can
leave any scars or anything.  And don't forget, if I get a dare that hurts I 
have to do it, too, just like you guys."

The two followers were coming around to the leader's way of thinking, just
as they always had since their three-way best-friendship began way back in
the first grade.  Jason had taken charge the very first day of school, proving 
his worthiness beyond doubt by firing question after question at the mousy 
young teacher, each question cheekier than the last, until she was 
sufficiently rattled to con into an extra ten minutes of recess.  Michael and 
Brendan were awed by his guts and mental quickness, and ever since had 
willingly followed wherever Jason led.  And though he sometimes got them 
into fairly deep shit, more often than not he came up with fun things they 
never would have thought of themselves in a million years.  He was the 
brains of the outfit for sure, and all three of them knew it.  

"Just think, you guys!" Jason continued, warming to his persuasion.  "After 
this we'll really be like blood brothers!  We'll have a secret with each other 
nobody else will ever have.  But it's gotta be all of us, you know?  All for 
one and one for all, just like the Three Musketeers.  Nobody chickens out!"

Brendan set his jaw in decision.  "Nobody chickens out!" he declared.

"Right!" Michael agreed.  "Nobody chickens out!"

Jason beamed happily at his friends.  He couldn't wait to get started.  "OK,
you're sure your folks will be gone all day?" he asked Michael.

"Yep.  They think I'm at your house."

"Good," the tall blond boy said.  "Bren, you brought the spinner, right?"

"Right.  The one from my little sister's stupid cootie-bug game, just like you 
said."

Jason grinned in excitement.  "Cool," he said.  "It's got three colors for
three guys.  C'mon, we'll play over here."

Jason led them to the old sofa and Michael's Dad's retired easy chair,
which flanked an equally beat-up coffee table.  Both the sofa and the
chair had their torn and faded upholstery hidden by old blankets, and the
table was full of gouges and cigarette burns and psychedelic rings of many 
colors where paint cans had been set during home improvement projects.  
Threadbare carpet scraps of four different styles formed a crazy quilt on the 
cement floor, and a jungle gym of heavy, old-fashioned water pipes ran in 
all directions overhead.  It was just the kind of setting where three boys 
could feel relaxed.  Nothing to ruin. Nothing to break.  Just fun to be had.  
Jason naturally claimed the easy chair for his throne while the two courtiers 
took their lesser places on the sofa.

"OK," Jason began solemnly.  "First we pick colors.  I'll go first." He
spun the plastic wheel and it whizzed around for five seconds or so and
came to rest on blue.  "I'm blue," he announced somewhat unnecessarily. 
"Now you go, Brendan." 

The blondish-redhead with the sparkling blue eyes leaned forward eagerly 
and spun the wheel, an impish grin on his freckled face.  He was beginning 
to get caught up in the delicious naughtiness of what they were doing, 
though he still wasn't entirely sure exactly what the hell it was, or why it 
felt so naughty.  But if Jason was making sure no grownups were around it 
must be a doozy.

"Blue again," he said, slightly confused.  "We can't both be blue."

"No shit, Sherlock!" Michael said, and Jason laughed.  "Here, I get a turn
now," Michael said, and spun the wheel before Brendan could protest his
right to a do-over.

The wheel stopped on red, and Jason took control again.  "OK, so
Michael's red and I'm blue, so that makes you green, Bren."

"Fine, whatever," the boy said.  "What difference does it make?"

Jason only smiled slyly, for he knew that the cards held plenty of fun in 
store regardless of color, creed or national origin. 

"It works like this," he said.  "We take turns spinning the spinner and taking 
a card off the pile.  You have to do whatever it says with the guy whose 
color you spun, unless the card says different.  If you spin your own color 
then you get to pick which guy you want to do the thing with.  And 
remember, no matter what the card says you have to do it.  Nobody 
chickens out!  OK?"

"OK, OK!" Brendan said impatiently.  "We won't chicken out."

Jason leaned forward on his chair and said with all the sincerity he could 
feign, "Since the whole game is my idea it's only fair that I do the first 
dare."  He also had to be sure to go first, so the deck would be stacked 
correctly for later.  He spun the spinner and it whizzed around to finally 
settle on blue.

"OK, that's my color, so I get to pick my partner," he said, and eagerly
grabbed up the first of the neat rectangles of paper he had spent a whole 
afternoon carefully cutting out and printing by hand.  "Stand on your head 
for thirty seconds while the other guy holds your feet," he read.  "I pick 
Michael," he said, and as soon as the boy got up off the sofa Jason promptly 
flipped his lithe body up into a headstand, unprepared Michael barely 
catching his feet.  The athletic boy didn't even breathe heavily as he 
performed his feat, his hugely oversized Colorado Rockies T-shirt falling 
down to bunch around his hairless armpits and reveal his trim, tight chest.  
Jason didn't have an extra ounce on him, but he wasn't skinny.  He was 
always doing headstands and cartwheels and roundoffs and all that stuff, 
ever since he went to gymnastics camp the previous June, so this little 
exercise was a breeze. 

"Wow, Jason, really daring," Brendan laughed.

Michael joined in, "Yeah, I don't know if I could do that without
chickening out."

"They get better," Jason promised from his upside-down position.  "You'll 
see."

"Thirty seconds," said Michael, who had been consulting the sweep hand of 
an old clock radio on a nearby shelf, and summarily let go of Jason's feet.

"Brendan's turn," Jason announced as his gym shoes hit the floor again.

The little Irishman spun the wheel and it landed on red.  "That's Michael's
color, so I do it with him, right Jase?"  When the blond boy nodded
Brendan picked a card and read, "Lay perfectly still on the sofa for thirty 
seconds while the other guy tickles you.  If you laugh you have to start 
over, and if you laugh again you're out of the club."

"Ooh, Brendan!" Michael laughed, wiggling his fingers at his friend in a 
tickling gesture.  "You'll never last thirty seconds.  You're way too ticklish."

"Shit, Jason," Brendan implored.  "What if I can't do it?  I don't want to get 
kicked out of the club just 'cause I'm ticklish!"

Jason thought for a moment.  This one had backfired on him.  He had 
wanted it to be him tickling Michael, or the other way around.  He was 
beginning to realize that the cards contained some things that would work 
OK if one guy gets the card, but not as good if the other one does.  Not such 
great deck-stacking on Jason's part, but there was nothing he could do about 
it now.

"Just tough it out, Bren," he finally said.  "Think about something else, like 
the uniform numbers of all the Chicago Bulls, or the multiplication tables."

"Well..." the boy hesitated, "I can try I guess."  He swung his legs up onto 
the sofa and lay back, his hands balled into fists and his teeth clenched 
against the onslaught of hilarity to come.  "I'm as ready as I'll ever be," he 
said.

"OK, go!" Jason called and Michael pounced on his supine victim.  The 
little fingers probed and teased at the skinny little chest and tummy, and 
Brendan's clenched lips curled immediately into an involuntary smile, his 
gut heaving already and his beautiful blue eyes registering concern.  A 
second later when Michael's wriggling digits darted into Brendan's armpits 
peals of laughter rang out in Brendan's soprano, and it was all over.

"You didn't even make it five seconds, Brendan!" Jason complained.

"Well fuck, I can't help it," the boy said, still giggling uncontrollably even 
though Michael had retreated.  "I'm just ticklish, that's all."

"Told ya," Michael said matter-of-factly.

"Well," Jason began, an idea forming.  "The card didn't say how hard the 
guy has to tickle.  I mean," he continued, making meaningful eye contact 
with Michael, "if it was me I guess I'd be thinking that the harder I make it 
on the other guys the harder they'll make it on me when it's my turn.  Now, 
if the card said you had to tickle as hard as you can, then you wouldn't have 
any choice.  But all it says is tickle, so.."

Michael grinned at Brendan.  "Wanna try it again?"

Brendan grinned back.  "Yeah, OK."  He flipped his tiny frame back onto 
the sofa and lay back again.  This time on Jason's go signal Michael barely 
touched Brendan's sides, and when even that gentle touch threatened to 
produce laughter he moved his hands firmly around in more of a rub than a 
tickle, across the narrow chest and up and down the pale, skinny arms, then 
back down the slim torso and down to the uncovered smoothness of the 
boy's thin but pretty legs below the loose shorts.  Jason watched, jealous of 
Michael's massage of the smooth, hairless flesh, but knowing he'd get his 
turn if things went right.

"Thirty!" Jason called, and grinned at his friends.  That had been a narrow 
escape, and he was relieved his plan hadn't failed before it even got started.

"Thanks, Michael," Brendan said.  "I owe you one."

Michael spun the wheel for his turn and said, "Maybe you can pay me back 
right away."  The wheel stopped on blue.

"My color," Jason said, his heart beginning to beat a little faster.

Michael picked up a card and read, "Hang from the pipe and get tickled for 
thirty seconds.  If you fall you have to start over, and if you fall again you 
are out of the club."  He grinned and said triumphantly, "Hell, I can do 
that!"

Jason couldn't suppress his grin.  It was still early in the game, and there 
was lots of fun yet to come, but finally he got to do some touching.  It had 
been a long time since he'd enjoyed the warm softness of another boy's 
body (three whole months!) and he could hardly wait.  He felt the familiar 
strain of his stiffening dick against his underpants.

"OK, you gotta time it, Brendan," Michael called cheerily, standing on the 
sofa where he could reach the overhead pipe.  He'd never been particularly 
ticklish, except on his feet, and he had his shoes on, so this promised to be a 
snap.

"Go!" Brendan called, and Michael swung off and dangled in space.  His 
little T-shirt rode up and his loose shorts slipped down a bit, exposing the 
elastic band of his white briefs and, above that, a two-inch strip of bare boy 
belly and a cute little "innie" of a belly-button.  Jason stepped immediately 
to his hanging friend and began to lightly trace his fingertips across that 
strip of smooth skin.  The touch felt electric to him, and it was all he could 
do not to press his lips to that pretty little navel and tongue it passionately.  
He slipped his hands up under the T-shirt, ostensibly tickling but really just 
exploring as much of slim, hairless Michael as he could reach.  He teased 
the ripples of his ribs, traced a thumb across each tiny boytit (thrilled to find 
one of them semi-erect!) and ran his hands up into the wide-open hollows 
of the boyish armpits.  Michael giggled a little, but more from the futility of 
Jason's efforts than any tickling effect.  Determined to touch as much of 
Michael as he could, Jason traced his hands down the boy's body and 
fondled up and down his sturdy, smooth legs.  He succumbed to the 
temptation once to skim his fingers across Michael's soft package, getting 
no reaction from either of his playmates and assuming therefore that he had 
made it look accidental enough.  Brendan's announcement inevitably came, 
the thirty seconds over far too soon for Jason, and only reluctantly did he 
step aside to let Michael drop to the floor.

"I'm the king of this game!" Michael crowed.  "I rule!"

"Yeah, yeah," Brendan said.  "So far.  But we've only had one turn apiece."

"Yeah," Jason said with a sly smile.  "And now they start getting way more 
intense!"

"Your turn, Mr. Intense," said Michael, and Brendan grinned.

Jason sat on the edge of his throne and spun the dial.  "Green, that's 
Brendan," he said when it stopped, knowing that it didn't matter.  He drew a 
card and read, "Hang from the pipe while both other guys tickle you, in 
nothing but your underpants!  Oh, fuck!" Jason gasped, pretending shock, 
but he couldn't help grinning.

"Boy, am I glad I didn't get that one!" Brendan exclaimed.  "I can't even 
take tickling through my clothes!"

"You made up some wild shit, Jason," Michael said, his own excitement 
rising at the thought of  his friend hanging from the pipe nearly naked.

Jason slipped the big T-shirt off over his head, saying, "See, I told you I had 
to do hard stuff, too."  He tossed the shirt aside and kicked off his shoes.  A 
moment of truth was coming, and he was a bit nervous.  His dick was half 
hard, and when the shorts came off he hoped it wasn't too obvious in his 
underpants.  It was too early in the game to be showing boners.  He had to 
work up to that or risk screwing up the whole plot.  He certainly didn't want 
to scare them away, not after all this.

"Socks too," Brendan admonished, a sly grin on his pixie face.  "I plan to 
tickle those bare tootsies."

"Oh, you can dish it out but you can't take it, huh Bren?" Michael teased.

"Yeah, well," Brendan retorted, "Jason made up the dares.  Let's see if he 
can take what he dished out."

Jason peeled off the white socks and stood with his thumbs hooked into the 
elastic waistband of his shorts.  He had lost a little hardness from his 
nervousness, he thought, and so it was probably the best time to go.  He slid 
the shorts to his ankles and stepped out of them.

"Whoo hoo!" Brendan catcalled, giggling loudly, but Michael was silent, 
his eyes fixed on the small but discernible bulge in the y-front of Jason's 
white briefs.  Jason felt a pulse of excitement run up his spine.

"OK, get on that pipe," Brendan commanded, feeling somewhat less 
intimidated by a leader dressed only in his skivvies.

Jason didn't use the sofa to reach the pipe, but just jumped up and grabbed 
it easily.  He swung a little then steadied himself, his lean frame stretched 
out to its maximum length, bare toes pointing to the floor below.  He was 
sure the bulge in his undies was accentuated all the more, and if Michael's 
eyes were any indication he was right.  

Michael's eyes did move, however.  They took in every inch of the 
handsome, athletic boy before him, from the hollows of the hairless 
underarms splayed wide open to the sinewy strength of the long, slim legs.  
And that bulge.  It kept drawing his eyes back.  Was it bigger than a 
moment ago?  Was he just imagining that it was?  Hoping?  He didn't 
understand what he was feeling, or why he was feeling it, but whatever it 
was it felt important.

"C'mon, Mike!"  Brendan called.  "Tickle time!"  And with that the tiny boy 
began to tickle and tease Jason's bare flesh with unbridled gusto.  After a 
moment Michael joined in as well, and it was mostly his ministrations that 
had an effect on Jason.  His ticklishness fell somewhere between the 
extremes of  his two friends, and so he really did have to struggle a bit to 
keep his grip on the pipe.  He giggled steadily throughout his torture, and 
even burst out in open laughter a couple of times when a wiggling digit 
poked into his most ticklish - or most erogenous - zones.  He couldn't see 
the front of his undies in his position, but Jason was sure his boner had 
lengthened and retreated again two or three times since this dare had begun, 
depending on where the little hands traveled.  He was also sure someone 
had traced along that firm bulge on purpose when it was at its fullest, but he 
couldn't tell which boy had done it.  Still, it was a very good sign.

"OK,OK! thirty already!" Jason guffawed, swinging away from his ticklers 
and dropping to the floor.  "It was more like a minute, you assholes!" he 
said, grinning in pretended annoyance.  

Both boys were smiling widely in return.  "Hey, it's hard to tickle and 
watch a clock at the same time," Brendan said.

From the angle of Michael's eyes Jason was pretty sure it wasn't a clock he 
was watching.  He could feel the boy's gaze on his half-hardness, and he 
also felt the twitch in his cock that signaled its imminent spring to full 
erection, so he hurriedly slipped back into the relative safety of his shorts.  
He was very glad that Michael was showing interest, but he was afraid 
making a move too early would scare off Brendan.  His very first seduction, 
and here he was trying to do two boys at once!  Maybe this was a bit too 
ambitious, he thought.  Maybe he should have done Michael first, and then 
the two of them could have worked on Brendan.  But no, they were a 
threesome, and it wouldn't have been fair to leave Brendan out.  They were 
the Three Musketeers, and it had to be "all for fun and fun for all".  Jason 
smiled to himself as he slipped his shirt back on, not bothering with the 
socks and sneakers.  Suddenly he was sure his plan was going to work out 
fine.  It just had to!

"Brendan's turn!" Jason called with a grin, flopping heavily into the throne 
again.

The littlest Musketeer gave the dial a spin and it buzzed around to red.  
"Michael again," he announced, and reached for his card.

"Take off the kid's shoes and sniff his stocking feet for thirty seconds.  
Ewww!  Gross!" Brendan complained.

"Nobody chickens out, Brendan!" Jason reminded, glad he didn't have to do
that one himself.  He liked the hell out of dicks and butts and nipples and 
thighs, but he wasn't much on feet.

"Oh, gag me," Brendan said, as he untied Michael's shoelaces to the giggles
of his two friends.  With a grimace of disgust Brendan buried his upturned 
nose between Michael's white sock-clad feet.  He was true to the spirit of 
the game, though, and the boys could hear him sniffing deeply.

"God damn, he's really going for it," Michael snickered.  "His nose is 
tickling my feet."

"OK, thirty seconds," Jason called, and when his friend rose from his
malodorous task Jason offered him a high-five.  "All right, Bren!" he
whooped. "No chickening out!  Yeah!" 

"It wasn't so bad," Brendan said.  "My Dad's smell worse while he's still
got his shoes on!"

"OK. Mike's turn," Jason announced, and with another nervous little gulp
the youngest boy spun the dial.

"Blue," the dark-haired ten-year-old announced, and reached uncertainly
for a card.  "Hey, this is no fair!" he whined.  "Brendan only had to sniff 
feet!"

"Hey!" Jason snapped.  "Nobody chickens out!  Him and me will both get 
nasty ones when it's our turn, Michael.  Don't be such a fuckin' baby!"

"What does it say?" Brendan asked impatiently.

"I've gotta put my nose in his crack and sniff his butt!" Michael said with
a frown, but the huge guffaws of laughter from his friends were contagious, 
and even Michael ended up smiling.  His amusement departed again, 
though, as soon as Jason got to his hands and knees on the chair, offering 
his shapely ass for inspection.  He wiggled it back and forth tauntingly.

"Nobody chickens out, Mike," urged Brendan, anxious to see his friend do
something so nasty it took the devious mind of Jason to dream it up.

Michael looked uncertain, but there was no way he was going to be the one
who wimped out, not after the way he bragged about being the king of the 
game and everything!  Some part of him was getting excited over the dare, 
too, and he found himself both hesitant and eager at the same time.  He 
approached Jason slowly, kneeling on the carpet remnant before the chair 
and pausing about a foot away for a moment.  Then in sudden decision 
Michael thrust his face against his friend's backside and crushed his little 
freckled nose against the red shorts right in Jason's crack. 

Brendan howled with laughter, then observed, "I don't hear any sniffing,
Michael!"

"Yeah, Mike," Jason added.  "You gotta sniff deep, like Brendan did, or
else I just might have to fart."

"No farting!" Michael yelled, his voice muffled by Jason's keester.  "It
didn't say anything about farting!" 

"Well, maybe I won't be able to hold it," Jason warned.

"OK, OK, I'll sniff!" Michael said, followed immediately by several
deep snorts of boy butt and the resounding laughter of Brendan.  It wasn't 
that bad, he had to admit.  Jason smelled clean and fresh, not shitty at all, 
and the warmth of his body was actually nice to feel. Michael suddenly 
flashed back to the time he had shared Jason's bed on a sleepover when he 
had forgotten his sleeping bag, and he woke up early with his body crushed 
against Jason's, and how nice it felt, and how confused he had been when 
his dick quickly pumped up to stony hardness.  He had never said anything 
to anyone about it, but now as he remembered he found his little dink 
beginning to expand again, and his confusion returning.  When Brendan 
finally announced the thirty seconds was up Michael jerked his face away 
and leaped back up onto the sofa, making sure his crossed legs hid any trace 
of his semi-stiffie.   The smell of Jason lingered in his mind, though, and he 
couldn't seem to shake it loose.

"All right, Mike!" Brendan called, grinning at his friend, but Michael 
blushed and looked away.

"My turn," Jason called cheerily, giving the wheel an eager spin.  They 
were getting down to the good stuff pretty soon, and he was getting very 
excited.  Having Michael's face tight against his ass had turned him on 
tremendously, and he glanced down at the unmistakable lump in his shorts 
and wondered if the others had noticed yet.  No matter, since they'd see his 
boner soon enough!

The spinner stopped on red, and Jason grinned as Michael groaned 
plaintively, "Aw, cmon!  Not me again!"

"The spinner likes you, Michael," Jason said, reaching for a card.  He acted 
surprised when he read it, but of course he knew what it would say.   "Oh, 
shit!  Not this one!"

Brendan grinned broadly and demanded, "What's it say?"  He grabbed the 
card out of Jason's hand and read aloud, "Put your nose in the kid's crack 
and sniff for thirty seconds...but with his pants and underwear down!  
Whoa!"

"Jason!" Michael whined, his heart beginning to pound and confused fear 
rising quickly.  "This is getting weird."

The blond boy tried to appear apprehensive, but his grin kept showing 
through.  "Hey, I'm the one who has to do it."

"Yeah, but I'm the one who has to pull my pants down."

"Nobody chickens out, Michael!" Brendan insisted.  His grin couldn't be 
wider, since so far he hadn't had to do hardly anything but watch.

"Yeah, Mike," Jason added, trying his best to sound harsh but really more 
imploring.  He'd looked forward to today for so long, he just couldn't let it 
get messed up now.  He knew if Michael bailed Brendan would, too.  "You 
don't want to be the one who fucks up our club, do ya?  Besides, we've 
taken showers together and changed for swimming together and lots of stuff 
like that.  I've seen your ass like a zillion times."

"Yeah," Michael said, "But never so up close and personal!"  It mollified 
the boy when his friends laughed at the joke, and Michael's thin red lips 
curled into a half-smile despite himself.  "I don't wanna mess up the club..." 
he said softly.

"All right!" Brendan exclaimed in satisfaction, his private freak show back 
on track once again.  He obviously hadn't considered that his turn was next, 
and he'd certainly have to do something along these lines himself.

Michael stood and looked at Jason nervously.  He fingered the waistband of 
his shorts for a moment, his pink tongue poking out between his lips the 
way it always did when he was thinking.  It appeared he would just stand 
there forever, and Jason was about to speak up when Michael suddenly 
turned his back and yanked the shorts and undies quickly to his knees.

Jason watched with mounting excitement as the soft white roundness of 
Michael's butt was revealed.  How many times he'd admired the pretty 
boy's smooth young body, especially since his introduction to sex games at 
camp over the summer.  He'd been unable to look at his two best friends the 
same way ever since.  It took him nearly two months to work up the guts, 
then another month to come up with a scenario to coax the guys into his 
arms.  Now, sitting here in Michael's basement gazing at that sweet, round, 
smooth boy butt he couldn't wait for another taste of  the kind of fun he'd 
learned in that gymnastics camp.  The tumbling he learned at night was a lot 
better than what he learned during the day!  But he had to hold himself back 
just a little while longer, play it cool just a few more minutes.    He 
involuntarily licked his lips as Michael arranged himself on his knees on the 
sofa, his small hairless balls now coming into view between round, silken 
thighs.  The ten-year-old bent forward and his tiny brownish-pink butthole 
winked open, and Jason thought he might swoon.

"Nobody chickens out, Jason!" Brendan warned, and Jason realized he had 
been sitting and staring at Michael's beautiful naked butt, and Brendan had 
interpreted the delay as cold feet.  Jason's heart was beating rapidly and his 
palms were sweating.  He licked his lips and wiped his hands on his shorts.  
He wanted this, and a lot more, so badly, but it was scary to actually do it.  
It had been different that first time at camp.  He had been the one being 
seduced, and the other kid the one taking the chance.  What would Roger 
have lost if Jason had turned him down, even if the worst had happened and 
he had gone running through the camp yelling "Roger's a homo!"?  A little 
embarrassment, maybe, but in five days it would have been over and Roger 
would never see any of those kids again.  If this went sour Jason would lose 
his two best friends, and have to see them every single day in school.  But if 
it went right...

"I'm not chickening out," he finally said, moving from the chair to his 
knees behind Michael.  "I'm just workin' up to it, that's all."

He leaned in slowly, savoring the view of his little friend's most tender 
spot.  The boy's skin was pink and unblemished, turning ever so slightly 
darker the deeper into the cleft he looked.  He took a good look at the 
backside of Michael's scrotum, a single rounded pouch hanging firm and 
unswaying tight beneath him.  Jason couldn't see the individual balls inside 
that silken bag, but he knew their approximate size and shape from the 
surreptitious gropes he had managed to steal in wrestling matches and tickle 
fights since returning from camp.  As he leaned closer still he focused on 
the little pink-brown pucker of the boy's asshole.  He hadn't seen one since 
camp, and he had never seen one in good light like this, and certainly not 
one so tiny and tight and fresh.  A gentle boy aroma wafted into his nose.

"Go ahead, Jason," Brendan encouraged, but not in the challenging tone of 
someone anxious to see a person humiliate himself.  He said it softly, 
almost afraid to breathe.

Jason pressed his face against the warm, smooth skin.  He was barely able 
to suppress the sigh of contentment that struggled to escape him.  He'd 
never felt such softness in his young life.  Compared to Michael, Roger had 
skin like sandpaper.  He pressed forward and adjusted his progress so that 
his nose actually rested against the sweet little puckered flower and his 
cheeks caressed those of the boy.  He drank deeply of the fragrance, and 
fought a tremendous urge to probe with his tongue, the way Roger had 
taught him.

"God!" Michael exclaimed at the sensation.  "I can't believe you're doing 
that!"

"Shit, Jason!" Brendan piped incredulously, and scrambled closer for a 
better view.  "What's it feel like, Michael?"

"It's weird," the boy said.  "I can't believe he's got his nose right in my 
crack!"

Jason's hands slipped to Michael's delicate thighs and held them gently, as if 
to steady himself but really just to increase the contact.  This was so much 
better than with Roger, partly because Michael was younger and softer than 
the pubescent camper who had initiated Jason to sex play, but it was mainly 
because Michael was one of his very best friends, far closer than his own 
brother, and Jason felt a surge of emotion that had been entirely missing 
with Roger and the others at camp.  He could sense Michael's excitement 
rising, too, and could feel his quickening heartbeat.   He wanted so badly to 
reach around to the little cock he knew must be throbbing in passion by 
now, but he dared not, until Brendan's reaction could be gauged.  Jason just 
held himself tightly against his friend's warm, inviting body and drank in 
his delicious flavors.

"Thirty seconds!" Brendan finally said, and Jason reluctantly pulled away.  
Michael turned slowly, his shorts still around his knees and a look of pure 
confusion on his round little face.  He made no attempt to hide himself, and 
looked back and forth between his friends as if searching for an 
explanation.  His hairless dick jutted out, ramrod straight and fully, 
pulsingly erect.  Its bulbous little head was deep pink with blood, and its 
three inches of alabaster shaft angled up his belly and away, straining 
skyward. It was as hard as it had ever been.

Jason stared at the boner, barely able to overcome his desire, his need, to 
reach for it.  He met Michael's eyes and gave him a compassionate smile, 
gratified when the boy's confused look softened in response, and a ghost of 
a smile crossed his lips.

For once Brendan had nothing to say, and simply stared in slack-jawed 
surprise.  He had never seen another boy with a boner before, though he 
had experienced plenty of them himself.  He'd been playing with it for 
years, lying in his bed at night, and sometimes in the tub with it all soapy 
and slick.  He was the only boy in his family with three sisters, and so he 
had his own room and privacy in the bathroom, giving him plenty of 
opportunities to rub his tiny hardness until the tingly feelings came.  He 
could make it happen as fast as he wanted to, or make it last an hour before 
it happened, depending on what he was in the mood for.  He'd inspected his 
own skinny two-and-a-half-incher closely with the big lighted magnifying 
glass his Dad used for examining his coin collection, but he'd never seen 
anybody else's before, and it fascinated him.  It was so different from his 
own; so much bigger for one thing -- a fourth longer and half again as thick 
-- and shaped quite differently, too.  Brendan's cock curved upward a bit 
when it was hard, but didn't jut up at nearly as steep an angle as Michael's.  
Also, Michael's was about the same thickness all along the shaft, while 
Brendan's had a thick spot just below the head, with a prominent vertical 
ridge of scar tissue left over from his circumcision.  Finally, Brendan's 
dickhead was more helmet-shaped than Michael's, which was rounded, like 
a mushroom cap.  These thoughts soon had Brendan's dick rising in his 
pants, and his well-recognized desire to play with it rose as well.  He found 
himself wondering what Jason's hard cock would look like, and he stole a 
glance at the front of his friend's shorts and saw the undeniable lump.  It 
meant something that all three of them were hard, but Brendan didn't know 
precisely what.

"Brendan's turn," Jason finally said, breaking the spell.  Michael gratefully 
slipped his shorts back up to hide his still-throbbing erection, and Brendan's 
eyes opened wide in sudden realization that the spinner may hold 
something in store for him that he hadn't counted on.  Oddly, something 
spurred him on, something more than not wanting to ruin the club.  This 
wasn't about the club anymore.  It had more to do with the feeling in his 
stomach, the one he always got when he had a boner and wanted to play 
with it.

Nervously the small boy flicked the arrow and it lazily rotated just a few 
times before landing on blue.  "Jason's color," he said softly, and reached 
for a card.   He read it to himself and paused, then decided to skip the 
protest he normally would have made just for show.  It just didn't seem 
important anymore.  "Have the guy hang from the pipe and pull his pants 
and underwear all the way off with your teeth."

Michael let out a laugh, still playing the denial game for a moment, but 
Jason and Brendan just exchanged meaningful looks.  Suddenly Jason knew 
that Brendan was the one who would come around first, not Michael as he 
had always thought.  It surprised and pleased him, and he gave the small 
redhead a smile, as if to congratulate him on being hipper than Jason had 
given him credit for.  Brendan smiled back, still not quite in synch with 
Jason, but on the right wavelength.

"I'd better take the t-shirt off first," Jason offered, peeling it off for the 
second time that afternoon.  "It hangs down so far it'd be in the way."

"OK, up on the pipe," Brendan ordered, and Jason jumped and hung as 
before.  This time the bulge in his shorts was huge, and all three boys were 
perfectly aware of it.  Brendan ducked his head and grabbed the hem of the 
red shorts in his teeth, his tiny round chin touching the softness of Jason's 
thigh.  He pulled downward and the shorts slipped a few inches.  He was 
staring directly at the hard bulge only inches from his face.  He moved over 
to the hem of the other leg, rubbing his cheek along that soft thigh as he got 
a good hold with his teeth, and realized that he liked the sensation.  He 
pulled downward again and the shorts slipped down some more, the elastic 
waistband catching now on the head of the hard cock that bulged ever more 
prominently before him.

No one said a word as Brendan did his work, the time for giggles and 
catcalls long past.  It was dawning on all three of them that the game was 
really unnecessary now, but no one wanted to abandon it just yet.  That 
would mean admitting what this was really all about.  The game still served 
its purpose, and they would keep at it for now.

Brendan went around behind Jason and gripped the back hem of one leg 
and tugged at it strongly.  The entire back of the shorts slipped down the 
boy's muscular ass, exposing an expanse of white briefs.  Back in front, 
Brendan decided to take the bull by the horns, and rather than tug at the leg 
hems he moved in close and took the elastic waistband in his teeth directly 
above the straining bulge.  His mouth was mere millimeters from the boner 
as he skinned the shorts down Jason's body!  He had never been that close 
to a boy's dick in his life, and Brendan suddenly realized just how excited 
the thought made him.  There was a musky, earthy odor there, too, and it 
filled his nose deliciously.  His own dick throbbed in his pants, and he had 
never wanted so badly to rub it.

The red shorts came down easily once they were past Jason's hips, and 
Brendan dropped to his knees to tug them off over the boy's bare feet.  
Eagerly he leaned in to begin stripping off the white undies, suddenly 
consumed with desire to see Jason's big, hard dick.  From the back he got 
hold of the waistband right at the tag in the middle.  He pulled back and 
down, stretching the underpants away and exposing the white globes of 
Jason's butt.  It was just like the dog does to the little girl's swim suit on the 
Coppertone billboards, and Brendan would have smiled at the comparison 
if his mouth wasn't so busy.

Brendan let the elastic snap back against Jason's upper thighs, and the boy 
yelped in surprise.  This made all three of them laugh, and broke the tension 
a bit.  Brendan went around to the front and began to nibble at the elastic 
around Jason's left thigh, but he couldn't get a grip.  He found himself 
pressing his chin and lips against Jason's skin and his nose and forehead 
against the briefs, trying to get a bite of the white fabric, drinking in the 
strong odor of crotch and getting more and more excited.  Michael's face 
bobbed inches away, trying to get a good view.

"Fuck it!" Brendan finally said, and moved his mouth up to the elastic 
waistband that was hooked on the throbbing knob of Jason's boner.  He got 
his teeth around the cloth and began to pull outward and downward, and in 
another second the bare, bulging head of Jason's supremely stiff cock was 
before his eyes, close enough to brush with his eyelashes. Brendan kept 
pulling down and the briefs peeled away from the thick cockshaft, revealing 
more and more rigid boydick.  Inch after inch appeared, and it angled out 
closer to Brendan's face as it was released from its confines.  At about 45 
degrees it stopped angling out, and another inch or so came into view 
before the two big, round, hairless balls plopped out and hung loosely in the 
air.  

Brendan paused and stared at the sight before him.  It seemed huge to the 
boy, familiar only with his own small equipment.  He had seen Jason's dick 
many times in its normal flaccid state, and he had always known it was 
considerably bigger than his own, but he wasn't expecting this thick, hard 
four inches.  It was impressive, powerful, captivating.  Brendan couldn't 
look away.

Michael stared, too.  His own boner had lost none of its ardor since he'd 
been the one exposed to view, and he had a funny feeling he couldn't 
remember ever feeling before, something raw and primitive, like hunger but 
not for food, and it seemed to emanate from his nuts!  He wanted 
something, and he wanted it badly, but he didn't have a clue what it was.  

"Get `em off!" Jason cried.  "I can't hold on much longer!"  He had been 
hanging on that pipe for nearly five minutes, and his bloodless white fingers 
were starting to slip.  Brendan snapped back to reality and hurriedly pulled 
the underwear the rest of the way off.  Jason gratefully dropped to the floor 
and shook the feeling back into his fingers.  Brendan and Michael just 
watched his bare genitals bounce and shake.

"Shit, Jason!" Michael finally said.  "You got an even bigger boner than I 
do!"

"Yeah, man," Brendan agreed.  "It's really big!"

Jason grinned self-consciously and looked down at his own stiffie.  The 
guys at camp all said he had a big one, too, for an 11-year-old.  "I've seen 
lots bigger," he said modestly.

"Yeah?" Brendan piped.  For some reason the thought of big hard dicks was 
suddenly exciting.  "Where?"

"At camp," Jason answered, dropping casually onto the throne with his legs 
splayed open, just as he always did with clothes on.  His hard prick slapped 
loudly against his bare belly, then quivered for a moment before coming to 
rest.  

"You saw guys' boners at camp?" Michael asked incredulously.  He'd only 
been to YMCA Day Camp, and never saw anybody's dick at all.

"Yeah, lots of `em," Jason said. "I'll tell you all about it, but let's do 
another turn first, OK?"

"Aren't you gonna put your clothes back on?" Michael asked in an even 
higher register, still not taking his eyes off of Jason's dick.

"Nah," the boy answered offhandedly.  "I'll probably have to be naked for 
the next dare anyway, so why bother?"

Michael's eyes bugged in alarm, but he reached for the spinner gamely.  He 
twirled it and watched it land on green.  "OK, Brendan," he said nervously. 
"Here goes."  He picked up a card and read, "Both of you take off all your 
clothes.  You lay on your back and the other guy lays on top of you, dick to 
dick."

Michael and Brendan looked at each other in silence, and Jason held his 
breath with worry that they'd both back out.  He and Michael had both 
shown boners now, and so it was up to Brendan to either join the party or 
blow the whole thing away.  After a long pause Brendan smiled slyly and 
began peeling off his little striped T-shirt, and Jason couldn't help letting 
out a relieved sigh.  Michael watched Brendan for a second, then began 
slowly stripping as well.  

Brendan was out of his clothes first.  He was small and thin, but 
enormously cute, with a beautiful oval face highlighted by bright, alive eyes 
the blue of a summer sky.  He had a tiny nose with freckles like a dash of 
cayan pepper, and a small, sensuous mouth, the whole thing topped by a 
shock of short, reddish blond hair.  His body appeared a year or two 
younger than 11, and he would have looked right at home among a bunch 
of fourth graders.  He stood there nude watching Michael undress, hands on 
his narrow hips, his little hard-on jutting out in full, proud stiffness.

Jason took in the sight of his friend and sucked in his breath silently.  He 
had often imagined both these boys naked and ready for action, and his 
guess had been pretty close with Michael, but he was way off with Brendan.  
Whenever he had seen the boy nude the tiny wiener was always just a 
fingertip peeking shyly out from his foreskin, and so Jason had imagined it 
even smaller than it revealed itself now.  That would have been OK, since 
he liked Brendan for a lot more than the size of his equipment, and besides, 
one of the younger boys at camp had less than a full serving of meat, and 
Jason had nevertheless very much enjoyed fooling around with him.   Still, 
having a little more to love was a nice surprise.  

He turned his attention to Michael just as his shorts and underpants came 
down, and Jason recognized the import of the moment, when they were all 
naked and boned up for the first time. When he wrote this card he was 
hoping his color would come up so that he was involved, but now he found 
himself glad that it was the other two, and that he got to witness their first 
taste of this forbidden thrill.

Michael straightened up from removing his shorts and regarded Brendan a 
bit warily.  His excitement was obvious, by the straining hard-on of course, 
but also by his rapid breathing and the slight flush of his skin.  Yet, he 
hesitated.  Jason knew how scary the first time can be and so he said 
nothing.  Brendan, however, was less sympathetic.

"OK, on the couch, Mike," he said impatiently.  Now that things were 
starting he was ready to get down to business.   He shot a look over at Jason 
and was sure he saw him lick his lips in anticipation.  It hadn't escaped 
Brendan that Jason was the one who engineered all this, and his friend's 
true agenda was starting to dawn on him.  Suddenly he was sure that the 
rest of the cards held ever naughtier, ever sexier dares, and he wondered 
just how far they would go.  And, it surprised him to realize, he could 
hardly wait to find out.

Michael didn't say a word as he positioned himself on the sofa, but his dark 
eyes never left Brendan's small erection for a second. Some instinct took 
over as the smaller boy began to lower himself onto him, and Michael 
found himself reaching up to catch him by the skinny sides and guide him 
into what became a welcoming embrace.  Whatever that instinct was, it 
made the younger boy open his thighs wide, too, allowing Brendan's slim 
hips to nestle easily into place as the taut skin of their smooth, hard boners 
made contact.  The two little cocks skirted to either side and crushed against 
one another's pubes, in the crevices of their thighs, and Brendan's loose 
sack draped softly over Michael's tight ball bag.  The two boys grinned at 
each other and giggled softly, Brendan wiggling his narrow ass a bit just to 
increase the contact.

Jason thought his heart would take wing.  It was all he could do not to jump 
on his two friends this very second, and in fact they probably would have 
welcomed him from the way it looked, but he had the cards all figured out 
and he didn't want to short-circuit his own plan.  He couldn't resist a quick 
squeeze of his own burgeoning dick as he gazed longingly at the junction of 
two beautiful, hairless bodies.  He remembered lying on top of Roger that 
way, rubbing and rubbing their two hard cocks against each other's soft, 
smooth skin, the sensitive head of his aching cock stimulated even more as 
it pushed through Roger's silky, sparse pubic hairs.  They did it for a long 
time, ten minutes or more, kissing each other's warm, slick mouths and 
holding each other close as they humped. And then the wonderful, by-then 
familiar feeling of release washed through Jason, and just seconds later 
Roger bucked and grunted and sprayed two or three hot jets of thin, slimy 
cream between them and all over both of their bellies.  They ground against 
each other, smearing the jism into a paste as their passion wound down, and 
fell asleep that way to wake hours later, glued together by the dried fluid of 
their lovemaking, and laughing at the goofy gyrations they had to go 
through to separate themselves.  God, he was dying to feel a cum that 
intense again!  Sure, he had jacked himself off to a powerful orgasm just 
that morning dreaming of the fun he would share with his two best friends -
- his creative mind could conjure up some incredibly erotic visions -- but it 
just wasn't the same without a warm, soft, living, breathing boy in his arms.

"Ooh, baby," Brendan said teasingly into Michael's face, but his true 
passion was betrayed by the ardor with which he humped his stiffened 
cocklet against his friend's body.  He thrust it firmly against the boy, his 
lank ass cheeks hollowing with every push.  Michael's expression of lust 
showed that he was fully aware of Brendan's fervor, and the flexing of his 
own thighs as he humped back upwards confirmed that he returned it in 
kind.

Jason was certainly enjoying the show, but his nuts were begging for action 
and so he somewhat reluctantly decided to move things forward.  "OK, 
thirty seconds, you guys!" he announced, and noted appreciatively how 
long it took the two boys to process the information and begin to 
disentangle themselves.  They were both breathing far more heavily than 
the physical exertion called for, and each wore a full-body flush of light 
pink that evidenced their arousal every bit as much as their rigid cocks.  
They sat up and looked at each other with some embarrassment, aware that 
each of them now knew something about the other that, until today, they 
never would have admitted even to themselves.

"Brendan's turn," Jason said, and worried yet again when the boy just sat 
there a few more seconds, never breaking eye contact with Michael.  He 
finally turned to the spinner and gave it a good, fast spin, and to Jason's joy 
it landed on blue.

"OK, Brendan does this one with me," he said too quickly and too eagerly.  
He knew he should play it cooler, but he was getting too excited to hold 
back.

Brendan picked a card.  "Let the other kid jack you off for thirty seconds." 

There were no catcalls any more, no cheers or jeers.  Brendan shared that 
intimate look with Michael once more, then turned and half-smiled at Jason.   
"Is this how you saw guys' boners at camp?" he asked, not joking a bit.

"First just in the showers, and changing for swimming," Jason replied.  He 
wanted his friends to know the truth, and it was almost time for all of it.  
"Then later we played some games in the tents."

"Games like this?" Michael asked, indicating the spinner.

"No, I made this stuff up," Jason said.

"I'll bet it was games like this," Brendan said, taking Jason's hand and 
placing it firmly between his legs.  The skinny boy leaned back and spread 
himself wide, granting full access to his friend's eager fingers.  Jason 
grinned and dropped to his knees next to the sofa, taking the small, hard, 
upward-curving appendage between his thumb and two fingers and 
immediately beginning to pull it up and down with short, rapid strokes.  
Brendan's eyes drifted closed and his head went back, mouth open in 
unexpected bliss.

"How's it feel, Bren?" Michael asked eagerly, his eyes glued to the flying 
fingers before him. 

"Man!" the little boy exclaimed.  "I never thought it would feel so much 
better!"

"Better than what?" Michael asked innocently.

"Better than doing it himself, dumb ass," Jason said with a grin, thrilling to 
the touch of his first hard boycock in three months.  It was every bit as 
exciting as he remembered it, bone-hard to the core, yet silky soft to the 
touch.  He loved the way Brendan's satiny, loose balls jiggled as he stroked 
him, and he could feel their softness against the heel of his hand.  The best 
part, though, was the way Brendan was breathing and undulating his hips in 
time to the stroking.  Jason was sure he could bring the boy off if he kept 
this up for a few more minutes, and he knew that any boy who had an 
orgasm from his friend's hand could never again be content with just his 
own. 

"You do that to yourself?" Michael asked in amazement.

"Hell yes he does," Jason answered for his friend, who had other need for 
his breath.  "Every boy does."

Michael started to reply, then closed his mouth and sat silently.

"You mean you don't?"  Jason asked incredulously.  "Boy, are you missing 
something great!"

Michael started to shoot back a retort, probably some jerk-off insult like he 
had heard a million times on the playground, but he stopped before any 
sound escaped his lips.  Everything was different now, especially since he 
had laid under Brendan, and suddenly it seemed much more important to be 
as knowledgeable as his two friends than to put up some big crapola macho 
front.  He didn't want to be the baby who didn't know anything.

"Well, it's just that nobody ever taught me how, that's all," he said.  

Jason continued to pump Brendan's small cock while he giggled and said, 
"Nobody teaches you how, Michael.  You just figure it out by yourself, 
right, Brendan?"

The smaller boy could not answer.  His breathing was labored and the pink 
flush of his smooth skin had become a deep, sweaty red.  He was getting 
close, and somehow he knew that this would be the biggest, best blast he 
had ever experienced.  He was bearing down on it, trying to will it to 
happen, and he prayed that Jason would not grow tired and quit, or worse 
yet, call the damn thirty seconds!

"Didn't you ever just touch it by accident when it was hard, and see how 
good it felt?" Jason asked, never missing a beat on Brendan's little pecker.

"Sure," Michael answered, somewhat distracted by the spectacle of 
Brendan's cute little face screwing up into a grotesque contortion and his 
skinny hips rising off the sofa to meet Jason's fingers.  "I, um, sometimes 
rub it back and forth against my pillow, and it feels good."

"Well then," Jason pronounced proudly, "you have done it after all.  That's 
the same thing as we do, only we use our hands."

"What's happening to Brendan?" Michael asked in slight alarm.  "Are you 
hurting him?"

"Hell no!" Jason grinned, turning his attention fully to the writhing boy on 
the sofa before him.  "He's getting to the best part.  He's about to pop off."

"Pop off?" Michael repeated, but before Jason could elaborate Brendan's 
high-pitched squeal pierced the room and he began flailing around on the 
couch, humping his hips up into the air and making it all Jason could do to 
keep his stroking fingers on the little spasming dick.  

"Oh shit!" Brendan cried, gasping for breath and suddenly having two more 
quick contractions as his hairless little balls strained and quaked.  "Oh, 
Jason!"

The bigger boy continued to work the little tool as Brendan's guts clenched 
again and again.  He emitted a couple more quieter yelps of joy and thrust 
his little hips a few more times before he began to come down.  Jason 
slowed his stroking, and brought the boy to one more, substantially lower 
peak before he collapsed back into the sofa cushions, spent and wheezing in 
his exhaustion.  Jason grinned down at Brendan, so glad to once again give 
the kind of pleasure a boy just can't give to himself, and knowing that this 
boy, at least, would gladly join in whatever future games he could think of.  
Brendan lay panting with his eyes closed and a goofy, satiated grin.

Michael grinned too, and cried, "Wow, popping off looks like fun!"

"Oh, it is, Michael, it is," Jason said, and reached down to tenderly brush a 
shock of Brendan's sweat-slicked hair off of his forehead.  Michael had 
never seen Jason wear quite that expression before; it was protective 
somehow, and extremely affectionate, even loving, like a mother tucking 
her baby into bed.

"Can I--" Michael began, stopped as if changing his mind, then suddenly 
finished, "Can I pop off, too?"

"I wouldn't be a bit surprised," Jason said, smiling conspiratorially.  
"There's a couple more cards left to play, and now it's my turn.  Let's see 
what happens."  Of course he knew the contents of the next card, and it was 
very important that it was he who drew it.  That's why it had been so 
important to take the first turn, so the count would come out right.  If one of 
the others drew this card they'd bail out for sure.  He spun the dial with 
gusto, and it buzzed around and landed on red.  "OK, you and me, 
Michael," he said, glad of the way the colors worked out.  The younger boy 
gulped again, but this time he was smiling and licking his lips in 
anticipation.

Jason picked a card and read, "Give the guy's dick a kiss and keep it there 
for thirty seconds." He grinned at little Michael, who had never even 
masturbated, and who was now about to feel the intense ecstasy of eager 
lips on his cock.  Jason didn't even pretend to be shocked or disgusted in 
any way, hoping to set a precedent for when the others were inevitably 
asked to do things they'd always been told were nasty.  He probed Michael's 
eyes for a sign, hoping for excitement but alert, too, for rejection, and 
glanced at the now wide-eyed Brendan as well.  It seemed like forever that 
Michael just sat there looking at him.

"Didja learn that at camp, too, Jase?" he asked. It was an obvious stalling 
tactic, but at least he wasn't screaming 'Faggot!' and storming out of the 
room.

Jason licked his lips nervously.  "Yeah," he answered simply, and kept his 
gaze locked on Michael's black eyes.  The naked boy was just gorgeous, 
and he wanted him more than he ever wanted anyone at camp.  He'd sucked 
six different dicks at least four or five times each, from the tiny two inches 
of adorable eight-year-old Jimmy to Roger's slim but formidable five-plus, 
and he'd loved every minute of it with every one of those boys, but now his 
heart pounded with all-consuming lust and, yes, with a longing born of  
love, for the sweet, red-tipped, agonizingly hard three inches beautiful little 
Michael displayed before him.  Jason didn't realize it, but he was holding 
his breath.

The hesitation lasted just short of an eternity, but finally Michael flashed his 
shy half-smile and lay back on the couch, his legs coming open hesitantly.  
The air rushed into Jason's lungs and he wanted to shout out his happiness!  
He grinned up at Michael, then at Brendan, who looked damn near as 
excited as Jason was.  

"Oh, this is gonna be so cool!" Brendan exclaimed, arranging himself for 
the best possible view as Jason knee-walked the foot or so over to a position 
between Michael's open legs.  Jason leaned forward into his friend's 
beautiful hairless groin and paused a few inches away from that upright 
little cock, just basking in the sensations and breathing in the intoxicating 
aroma of horny boy!  

As the card dictated, Jason planted a firm kiss directly on the tip of 
Michael's boner, and the boy shuddered at the contact and giggled as if he'd 
been tickled.  But it wasn't giggling that escaped him as Jason's tongue 
began to trace a wet line around that bulbous head, then down the rigid 
shaft to the very base, where it swirled around and around the delicate 
junction of stone-hard cock and feather-soft pube.  It was a sigh of 
tremendous desire, and no small bit of relief as the sexual tension of the 
past half hour began to crack like sun-baked clay.  And then when Jason's 
mouth closed gently around that stiff boyflesh and he began to lovingly 
suck and slurp, Michael let out a moan that left no question of his feelings.

"Oh, fuck Jason!" he cried.  "It feels so good!"

Brendan's mouth was open in amazement, his eyes glued to the sight of 
Jason's red lips sliding up and down Michael's hard shaft, which glistened 
with spittle now in the light of the bare overhead bulbs.  He licked and 
laved just the head for awhile, then plunged back down to take it all and 
suck so hard his cheeks hollowed inwards against his teeth.  Michael tossed 
his head to each side a few times, as if the feeling was so intense that he just 
couldn't stand it.  Brendan found his own breath coming shallower as the 
familiar, horny feeling bloomed again in his guts.  He grabbed his own stiff 
bone and pinched it just behind the head, as he often did as a prelude to 
beating off, and sat there watching intently and gripping his cock so hard it 
turned white.

Jason moaned with delight around the delicious dick.  It was every bit as 
fresh and delightful as he knew it would be, and he relished it like nothing 
he'd tasted since camp.  He was addicted to stiff boy cock, and he knew he'd 
never get enough to suit him, but the fact that it belonged to one of his very 
best friends elevated the experience beyond wonderful.  

His hands came up Michael's smooth, silken thighs and he began to play his 
fingertips across the tight ball bag.  The tender jewels inside sloshed around 
fluidly as he kneaded them, and the boy gave an appreciative moan. 
Suddenly needing to taste them, Jason slipped off the jutting boner and 
slurped both little nuts into his mouth in one gulp.  Michael jumped a little, 
startled, but quickly relaxed and enjoyed this new sensation as well.  Jason 
fondled the stiff, spit-slicked cock as he mouthed the little pills, and then 
moved upwards to again engulf the pulsing hard-on while his exploring 
fingers came up to pinch and twirl and tickle the boy's tiny, pointed nipples.

"Oh, shit, Jason!" Michael exclaimed as a tiny convulsion rippled through 
his stomach.  It was a little pre-orgasmic tremor, but he had never felt such 
a thing, and it scared him and excited him all at once.  With every slurp at 
his tantalized cock and pinch of his needle-sharp nips, charges of raw 
sexual power coursed every which way inside him, like bolts of lightning 
making three-cushion bank shots off of his internal organs.  It was all so 
much so fast that he didn't know how to handle it.  

"Something's happening!" Michael cried out, shooting an imploring look to 
Brendan.

"You're gonna do it!" Brendan practically shouted.  "Let it happen, Mike!  
It's the best thing ever!"

Jason could feel the buildup in Michael's body; the tension in his muscles 
and the vibrations in his guts.  It always thrilled him to make another boy 
cum, and so he began to work the wonderful hardness between his lips for 
all he was worth.  He plunged his mouth up and down, up and down, 
dragging his tightly pursed lips along the unbending length of the cock over 
and over again, his nose and chin poking into the softness of pubes and sack 
with every pump.  The nipples were sharp enough to cut glass on the small, 
heaving chest, and he teased them as lightly as he could with his thumbs the 
way Roger had done, hoping it would get to Michael the way it always got 
to him.  Jason was almost as excited as if it was his own orgasm 
approaching, and knowing it would be Michael's very first climax 
electrified him to the core.  Three, four, five more pumps and Michael's 
hips rose from the couch to push against his face.

Michael grunted a sound you'd never imagine coming from him, his gut 
wrenching in the first orgasmic contraction ever to wrack his small frame.  
Jason felt the little balls tighten up against his chin as the young cock 
spasmed and quaked in his mouth.  He pinched the little nipples -- hard, just 
as Roger always did -- and felt the rounded little tummy beneath him 
convulse again and again as Michael's fresh, sweet loins bucked up to his 
face and drove that hard, hairless, wonderful cock to full depth in his 
mouth.  The boy grunted and groaned, bucking and thrashing, and Jason 
drank in the ecstasy as if he was starving for it.  He rode the boy's orgasm 
all the way through the smaller and smaller spasms, until finally little 
Michael had nothing more to give, and with a gasp of resignation he 
collapsed back against the sofa, utterly depleted.  Jason tenderly kissed the 
still mostly-erect boydick and backed away grinning.

"Holy shit, Jason!" Brendan piped from the peanut gallery.  "I saw it, but I 
don't believe it!  That was fucking awesome!"

Michael looked up woozily, out of breath from his exertions.  "I never--Oh 
Jesus--Thank you, Jason--Oh my God."  

Jason grinned in triumph.

"My turn now, OK Jason?" Brendan begged.

But Jason only indicated the spinner.  "It's Michael's turn to spin," he said 
teasingly.  "But he's a little wiped out right now, so he'll probably let you 
take his turn."

"Can I, Mike?" the small boy implored.  "Please?"

Michael could only wave his assent weakly.

Brendan reached for the spinner with an elated grin and gave it a whirl.

"Blue," he said.  "And a good thing, too, `cause Michael's pretty out of it."  
The dark-haired boy just grinned up at them every bit as goofily as Brendan 
had after his orgasm.

Brendan picked a card and read, "Lay down opposite ways and kiss each 
other's dick at the same time."  He looked to Jason, confused.  "Huh?"

"Like this, Bren," Jason said with an affectionate smile.  "Bring your cute 
little bod over here."  Brendan's eyebrows went up at the use of the word 
`cute', but he found he kind of liked it because he knew Jason really meant 
it.

"On the floor?" Brendan asked in surprise.

"Well, Michael's gonna have the couch for awhile, it looks like," Jason 
said.  "Of course, we could wait, I guess--"

"The floor will be fine!" Brendan declared, and dropped to his naked little 
butt on the carpet beside Jason.

"OK," Jason instructed.  "You lay kind of on your side this way--" he said, 
positioning the boy, "--and keep your bottom leg forward a little."

"Why keep my leg like that?" Brendan asked.

"So I can use it for a pillow," Jason explained, swinging his larger body 
around into the mirror image of Brendan's position, facing him.  "And you 
lay your head on mine."  He scooted forward until Brendan's rigid little 
dick and loose, hanging balls were directly in front of his face, and his own 
cock, which ached with desire more than he could ever remember, poked 
toward the petite redhead's freckled face.  Jason stretched forward with his 
tongue extended, fully prepared to be the one to break the ice, but before he 
reached the helmet-headed little knob he felt a familiar warm slickness 
engulf him.

"Whoa, Brendan!" he exclaimed, but his friend couldn't answer because his 
hungry little mouth was already busy with more than half of Jason's 
hardness.  Without hesitation the slick little tongue wrapped around his hot, 
sensitive cockhead, and Jason felt a strong suction beginning to pull him in.  
It had been so long, and now it felt so wonderful to again feel the incredible 
sensations a soft, warm, eager boy's mouth produced on his stiff penis, that 
Jason couldn't control himself, and before he consciously thought about it 
he was driving his hips forward, thrusting his hard four inches deeper 
between those luscious, wet lips until he felt his balls touch Brendan's 
forehead and his belly touch Brendan's chin.  But the little boy not only 
didn't protest, he moaned with pleasure and his soft lips clamped down 
even harder around the root of Jason's cock.  

His moment of surprise quickly passed, and Jason engulfed the short, slim 
boner before him.  He took it to the root as well, and the two friends 
snuggled in tightly for some very mutually enjoyable cocksucking.  
Brendan was a natural, as are all boys who discover their love for the sweet 
hairless dicks of other boys, and Jason wasn't sure if the best part was the 
confident way Brendan slurped and sucked and bobbed on his hard-on, or 
the way his small fingers gently fondled and squeezed and stroked his nuts, 
or just the feel of his gossamer soft cheek resting on Jason's tender inner 
thigh as his jaw muscles worked against his skin.  It was all wonderful, and 
Jason gave himself over to the ultimate perfection of the moment.

Most boys sucking each other in a sixty-nine seem to naturally fall into 
duplicating one another's actions, and Brendan was no exception.  Jason 
noticed that when he dove down deep to take all of Brendan's cock -- not all 
that deep of a dive, actually -- that Brendan gamely did the same to him a 
few seconds later, even though it was about all the smaller boy could do to 
swallow that thick four inches and still catch his breath.  When Jason pulled 
back to tongue the very tip, so did Brendan, and also followed his tongue 
motions around the head with the precision of a military short-order drill.  
Jason began to experiment, pulling off to blow cool air across the deep pink 
dickhead and feeling Brendan do the same, then super-gently gnawing at it 
with his teeth and feeling Brendan gnaw him back, nipping it a little too 
forcefully, in fact.  Still, Jason enjoyed this little game, and tried to think of 
amusing things to lead Brendan through next.  

He began to kiss playfully all around the boy's incredibly soft pubic 
triangle, and was gratified to feel gentle kisses all around his own groin.  He 
growled like an animal as he quickly engulfed the little prick again, and was 
rewarded with, first, a giggle that made Brendan's whole tiny body shake, 
and then the boy's deliberately bad imitation of a dog ("Woof woof!") and a 
breathtaking plunge all the way to the base of his relatively big cock, deeper 
than Brendan had taken it before, until Jason could swear he felt the head of 
it stab for a second into the smooth-walled tunnel of Brendan's throat.  
There was no question about it, Brendan was a lad after his own heart:  one 
who loved cock.

Jason decided to see what else Brendan loved.  Taking a page from Roger's 
book, he began to lick his way forward, first to Brendan's loose sack of 
hairless balls.  They were small and round, as opposed to the oval or egg-
shaped nuts he had encountered on other boys, and the scrotum was softer 
than soft.  Jason sighed as he felt Brendan begin to lick and suck his own 
bag-o-balls in similar fashion.  While Brendan's were tiny, and his entire 
scrotum fit easily into Jason's mouth at once, Brendan found he had to take 
Jason's into his mouth one at a time, although he did finally manage once to 
take them both but it was hard for him to breathe, and so that only lasted a 
moment.  Jason dug that he tried, though.

He began to move even further along, licking into the area between the nuts 
and the butthole that a doctor would call the perineum, but Jason knew only 
to call, well, the area between the nuts and the butthole.  It was very 
sensitive there, judging by Brendan's squirming and the gasps that escaped 
him.  Gamely the smaller boy tried to keep up, but when Jason had licked 
almost to the beginning of his tender ass-crack, suddenly Brendan's soprano 
called out, "Hey, no fair!  You're taller than me, and I can't reach at the 
same time you are."

"Oh, sorry, Bren," Jason said.  "We can go back to the dicks if you want."

But Brendan had a sense of adventure.  "Shit no, man!" he said.  "You keep 
on going.  I'll do your dick for now, and then we can switch off."

Jason grinned as he felt the small mouth slide down his throbbing shaft yet 
again, knowing now that Brendan would truly be willing to try anything.  
He was frankly a bit hesitant about what he planned to do next.  He'd done 
it at camp to all but one of the boys -- ten-year-old Jerry being adamantly 
anti-buttplay -- but they had always saved it for immediately after showers 
or swimming, so they always knew their partner would be nice and clean.  
While he didn't smell anything emanating from Brendan's tiny pucker -- and 
he was certainly close enough to tell -- that little bit of doubt gave him 
pause.  Still, he was very excited by the prospect of once again tongue-
surfing the backdoor breakers, for he had loved it at camp, especially with 
the younger boys, and he knew the only way to get Brendan to do it to him 
would be to do it first himself.  That, and what he hoped a good butt-
rimming would lead to next, convinced him to go for it.

He licked gently into the delicate cleft, spurred on by the delicious taste of 
musk he had so missed these three torturous months.  There was no, shall 
we say, "debris" to be found, and Jason traced the tip of his tongue around 
and around the wide open portal he longed for with all his soul.  With each 
swirl his tongue came closer and closer, spiraling in like water down the 
drain, until finally he tasted the moist heat of Brendan's most intimate spot.

"God, Jason!" came Michael's voice from above, and he glanced up to see 
the grinning boy incredulously watching him lick another boy's asshole.  He 
didn't look particularly disgusted, in fact, he seemed highly amused by the 
things his older friend had learned at camp.  "What's it feel like, Brendan?" 
Michael called, and Brendan took his mouth off of Jason's cock just long 
enough to reply, "Wet and slimy--and good!"

Jason wasn't sure about Michael's reaction, but then he noticed the boy 
absently fondling his cock, which was as hard as ever.  Jason smiled and 
decided it was time to pull out all the stops.

"Wait 'til you feel this, Bren!" he said, and plunged his face back into his 
friend's wide-open crack, stiffening his tongue into a probe and inserting it 
firmly into Brendan's tight, hot anus.

"OH!" Brendan gasped, his tiny keester clenching reflexively against the 
wet, slimy intruder.  But Jason's tongue was already inside, and the 
clenching only served to accentuate the feeling of sudden fullness.  That 
fullness was not an entirely foreign feeling, Brendan having sometimes 
enjoyed inserting his own soapy fingers up his little bum in the bathtub, but 
he'd never even entertained the concept that a person might put their tongue 
there.  He forced himself to relax, to open himself the way he did in the tub, 
and in a few moments he had loosened up sufficiently that Jason no longer 
had to force his tongue inside, and the older boy settled in to gently and 
sensuously tickle the hot, rubbery walls of Brendan's (fortunately) clean 
rectum.  When the initial shock passed and Brendan relaxed enough to 
realize how incredibly great this anal intrusion felt, the little redhead 
returned his attention to the four-inch staff that still poked him in the face, 
while unseen by them both, Michael began to truly masturbate for the first 
time in his life.

Brendan cooed like an infant as Jason frenched his sensitive hole, and 
nursed hungrily on the hard "bottle" his friend presented him.  It was 
unheard of and incredible and indescribable, and he found himself wishing 
Jason's tongue could go further up him to the depth his own fingers often 
visited, and even further to a spot just a millimeter out of reach that he just 
knew would deliver the best feelings yet.  And somehow, as if by telepathy, 
Jason chose that exact moment to insert his middle finger into the boy's 
scalding, clutching aperture. 

"Oh, yeah!" Brendan gasped as the finger slowly entered him.  Deeper and 
deeper it went, past the second knuckle and deeper still until it reached that 
familiar place that so many times had been a playground for his own soapy 
digits.  Then, after a pause as if to gather its strength, Jason's finger gave a 
final push and boldly probed into virgin rectal territory.  Brendan's legs 
tensed and his stomach tightened with the profound new sensation, and a 
strangely tormented yet appreciative groan leaked out around Jason's cock.

Jason was sucking Brendan's dick again, but the boy hardly realized it, so 
intense was the stimulation in his deeply, satisfyingly filled asshole.  The 
wonderful thrusting fingertip grazed a small, firm roundness deep inside, 
and caused an erotic shiver to cascade through the small boy's entire body.  
In that one instant Brendan knew that the orgasms he'd had so far were 
nothing compared to the one that bore down on him now like a freight train.  
He was a deer in its powerful headlight, transfixed by the prospect of the 
impending collision and anxious, even desperate for it.

"Don't stop!" the boy pleaded when Jason's finger flagged for just a second 
in its frigging.  "Don't ever stop!"

Jason bore down even more on the tiny, hot opening that crushed his finger 
like a vise.  He could feel the jellied protrusion of the prostate gland Roger 
had taught him about, and he tickled it gleefully with the fleshy pad of his 
middle finger.  He well knew the kind of orgasm a boy could have from this 
sublime stimulation if only he gave himself up to it completely; pushed his 
inhibitions aside and opened himself both physically and mentally, and he 
felt his own butthole twitch in sympathetic desire.  In his unbridled fervor 
Brendan was sucking the full length of Jason's rod with a force that nearly 
hurt, but Jason's purpose was the giving of pleasure, and he concentrated on 
that task single-mindedly, fiercely pulling at the little cock with all the 
suction he could muster and diddling the wide-open anus before him so fast 
his hand was on the verge of cramping.  He just had to get Brendan off 
before that happened!  He couldn't let him down now.

Suddenly the small body in his arms began to shudder, violent spasms 
shaking Brendan from head to toe.  The sphincter clenched around Jason's 
finger so tightly he could no longer move it in and out, and so he kept it 
buried to the hilt and flexed his fingertip as best he could.  Brendan's hips 
involuntarily bucked, and Jason kept his lips tightly sealed around the 
small, incredibly hard little tube as the boy fucked his mouth with short, fast 
rabbit strokes.  Brendan's arms held Jason firmly against his own small 
face, but he was no longer sucking, and Jason knew the boy's mouth was 
open in a silent scream as the detonations began within him.  

A second later when he finally gave it voice, Brendan's squeal of passion 
was so high-pitched Jason pictured dogs pricking up their ears for miles 
around.  The little boy bucked and grunted and squealed and thrust and 
squeezed his butt around Jason's finger again and again and again, and 
Jason wiggled his finger deep in that tight, hot ass for as long as he could, 
keeping the eruptions coming until Brendan had to beg him to stop because 
he just couldn't take another second of it.

"But leave your finger up me, Jason, please," he pleaded.  "Just leave it in 
and don't move it, please, please, please--"  The words trailed off to 
nothing but Brendan's heaving, exhausted rasps, and Jason did exactly as he 
was asked.  The older boy's smile beamed at the euphoria he had given his 
best friend.  There was nothing he liked more than making someone cum, 
and he basked in it for a moment, but soon his thoughts turned to his own 
urgency, and he realized he needed it bad!

"Michael," he moaned, and was surprised at the plaintive quality of his own 
voice.  "You gotta help me, man," Jason begged.  "I need it bad, Mikey, and 
I need it now!"

The dark-haired boy was sitting on the edge of the sofa, his throbbing little 
cock standing up raw and red from the furious jerking it had endured while 
he watched Brendan's awe-inspiring display of fireworks.  Michael had 
been to the brink of another orgasm several times as he stroked, but 
inexplicably he was still hesitant, and each time faltered just enough to lose 
the immediate surge and not quite reach the peak, and so he was eager for 
Jason to help him once again feel that joyous upheaval in the depths of his 
guts.

"What should I do?" he asked ardently.

"We need something slippery," Jason moaned, his nuts so primed for 
release they literally ached.  "Like Vaseline or baby oil."

Michael jumped up and ran naked to the shelf that held his mother's 
gardening tools.  "Will hand lotion work?" he called, holding up the large 
pump bottle his mother used after working in the soil.

"Yeah!" Jason yelled, getting even more excited as his anticipation grew.  
"Perfect!"

Michael ran back, his boner so hard it didn't even wiggle.

"Get some in your hand," Jason ordered, and as Michael obeyed Jason 
turned carefully onto his back, making sure his own finger did not slip out 
of Brendan's still-convulsing hole.

"OK, Mike," Jason said.  "Work your fingers up my ass with the lotion, just 
like I did with Brendan."

Michael was a little taken aback, even though he knew this was coming. 
Less than an hour ago he never would have dreamed he'd be playing with 
his best friend's butthole, and it was a lot for the boy to absorb.  He was 
game, though, and extremely horny, and so he knelt between Jason's wide-
spread legs and began to smear the slick cream around the crack of his ass.  
He found the little hole immediately and discovered that Jason was 
completely relaxed, and his slippery index finger penetrated with virtually 
no resistance.  In a few seconds it was all the way up his friend's bum, and 
he withdrew it and re-inserted it several times, finding that he enjoyed the 
sensation of stretching the rubbery opening and feeling it clench against his 
finger.

"That's good, Michael," Jason panted.  "Oh fuck, that's so good!  Now do 
two fingers!"

Michael's eyes widened, but he shrugged and straightened his index and 
middle fingers together, slipping them into Jason's warm hole with only a 
bit of difficulty, and even then a tiny twist of the fingertips was all it took.  
He eagerly reamed his fingers in and out of his friend, who trembled with 
excitement as his depths were plumbed.

"Now let's do the best thing ever," he gasped, hardly able to contain his 
excitement.  "Get some more lotion and rub it all over your dick."

The ultimate point of all this hit Michael like a brick.  "Oh my God, Jason!  
You want me to put my dick up your butt?!"

"Oh, Michael!  I need it so bad!" Jason wailed.  "Nobody's fucked me in so 
long!"

"Do it, Mike!" Brendan urged.  "And then you can do it to me, too.  You 
wouldn't believe how good it feels to have something in you!  And I'll bet a 
dick feels twice as good as a finger!"

Michael imagined the raging heat of that grasping hole around his cock 
instead of his finger, and suddenly he needed it just as badly as Jason.  He 
pumped another squirt of lotion into his palm and quickly applied it to his 
steely prick, noting with delight how cool and slick and good that in itself 
felt.  He jacked himself off a few strokes with the lotion and realized with a 
grin that he could please himself this way even when his friends weren't 
around.  No more red, raw dick for this kid, he vowed.

"OK," Michael said when his sensitive pole was fully lubricated.  "Now 
what?"

Jason lifted his legs into the air.  "Push my feet back so my butt comes up," 
he directed, and the boy rocked him backwards onto his shoulders as 
naturally as if he had been doing it for years.  Michael scooted up to Jason 
and gasped aloud when the tip of his fiery hot cock grazed the smooth 
softness of his friend's butt cheek.  He leaned in a little more and his turgid 
three inches slipped for the first time into another boy's velvety, warm cleft.  
Instinctively he slid it back and forth, and it's rounded tip brushed across the 
eagerly waiting hole.

"Oh, shit!" Jason exclaimed.  "Put it in me, Mikey, please!  Fuck me now!"

Michael must have been a boylover in a previous life, because somehow he 
knew exactly what to do.  He reached down and deftly aimed his straining 
tool directly at the quivering brown pucker, and as his hips thrust forward 
his aching meat sank straight through the slippery ring of muscle and 
halfway into the embracing heat of Jason's body.  It was like his cock was 
being squeezed in all dimensions at once with an incredible mixture of 
slick, wet heat and pressure, and though it was as foreign to the 
inexperienced child as walking on the moon, it felt completely natural and 
absolutely perfect, like he was born to feel this way.   Michael pressed his 
eyes closed and threw his head back, his mouth wide open in an 
impassioned sigh of ecstasy.

"Oh, Michael," Jason moaned.  "Shove it in, man!  All the way!"

Michael looked into his friend's contorted face.  "I don't want to hurt you," 
he said.

"I need it in me, Mikey!" the boy wailed.  "It won't hurt if you go back and 
forth a little, spread the lotion around.  Please, man, please!"

Michael couldn't believe it didn't hurt to be impaled this way, but he also 
knew that on some primeval level he needed to bury his cock into that tight, 
hot ass all the way to the hilt.  Some instinct was ordering him to do it, to 
drive it in right to the balls and ride that sexy boy-butt like a thoroughbred.  
He could not disobey, and so he eased his intensely hard rod back a half 
inch or so, then slid it forward, marveling again at the feeling of penetration 
as his sensitive cockhead opened another few millimeters of tight, hot 
channel.  He backed off again, and thrust forward a bit more, and it did get 
easier with each stroke.  He was encouraged by Jason's appreciative moans 
beneath him, and in eight or ten more gentle thrusts he was into his friend 
as deeply as he could go.  

"Oh, God, Mikey!  Yes!" Jason squealed as Michael's tight scrotum finally 
touched his bottom.  He'd had Roger's significantly bigger cock up him 
several times at camp, but he'd had three months to tighten up again since 
then, and Michael's stony three inches seemed plenty big enough for the 
moment.  There had been fingers and pencils and the occasional carrot up 
there in the interim, of course, but nothing else could remotely compare 
with a real, pulsing, steaming, thrusting, cumming dick!

"How does it feel?" Brendan asked breathlessly.

"Great!" both boys grunted in unison, and they would have laughed at the 
stereo effect if they weren't so preoccupied.  Michael's eyes met Jason's, and 
a silent agreement was reached that it was time for the real deal to begin.  
Michael eased his throbbing meat back about halfway, then jabbed it 
forcefully into Jason's welcoming depths.  Jason's pleasured cry was part of 
his reward, and Michael knew his friend needed to be fucked deep and hard 
and fast.  He moved slightly closer to Jason on his knees and got a better 
grip on the boy's hips, then began to pump his tingling cock in and out of 
that clenching, sucking hole in faster and faster strokes.  Soon the pliant 
tunnel was smoothly lubricated, and his prick met almost no resistance as 
he reamed Jason's willing and open rectum.  It was like masturbation to the 
fiftieth power, and in little more than a minute he could feel the rumbling in 
his guts that he had felt only once before in his young life, and he strove 
toward the pleasure it promised with single-minded intensity.

Jason suddenly remembered the tight butthole that still clutched his finger, 
and he slid it in again to full depth, gratified by the gasp and abrupt tension 
it produced in Brendan.  He tried to match his fingering to Michael's cock-
thrusts, so he and Brendan could share the delicious feelings a well-screwed 
rectum could produce.  Then, as if to complete the symmetry, Brendan's 
small hand slipped between Jason's legs, gripping his big, bony prick in 
short, slim fingers and beginning a matching rhythm there as well.

The wonderful pre-orgasmic feeling washed through Jason, and he was 
thrilled beyond anything he'd experienced at camp.  They'd done three-
ways and even four-ways, but nothing this intense, and it amazed him to 
realize it still wasn't enough!  He needed one more thing to make it perfect, 
and there it was, within reach if Brendan would just scoot a few inches 
closer.

"Gimme your dick, Bren!" the boy gasped, barely able to speak.  "Gimme 
your dick!"  It was a wail, a moan, a plea and an order all at once, and the 
skinny redhead immediately did as he was told.  Jason engulfed the small 
cock one more time, and instantly began to pump his lips upon it in the self-
same cadence of the rest of their thrusting.  Michael pounded out the 
drumbeat with his glorious, hard dick, and Jason and Brendan matched it as 
the three of them pumped and ground and thrust and jabbed and sweated 
and groaned and slurped and sucked like three boys possessed.

"I'm gonna do it!" Michael cried, the rumblings in his guts replaced by 
sharp jolts of erotic pleasure.  It had only happened once before, but he 
would know this unmistakable feeling for the rest of his life.  He was only a 
few pumps away, and suddenly his body didn't want to keep the steady 
rhythm anymore.  Despite his efforts he found his hips bucking in short, 
jerky stabs, and the closer he got to his release the wilder the bucking 
became.  He was barely even thrusting anymore, just had his cock buried in 
Jason's wonderful, squeezing ass and wriggling like a fish as his muscles 
quivered and his butt clenched and the fog of orgasm washed through his 
brain.

And then it happened!  Michael's guts tensed and he pushed forward one 
last time and everything good and loving in his soul rushed out of him and 
poured into his beloved friend.  He could feel Jason accepting his love with 
the spasms of his body, and he couldn't imagine ever feeling closer to 
anyone than he did at that moment.  Jason's strong butt gripped him tightly, 
and their two heartbeats pounded in unison as they both rode the crest of 
their orgasms.

Brendan was a little behind his two friends, partly because Jason had only 
started on him a few minutes ago and partly because he had just cum a short 
while before that.  It was still astounding how magnificent everything felt, 
from the finger buried deeply in his rectum and superbly tickling that 
magical spot he'd never known existed, to the powerfully sucking mouth 
that seemed to want to draw his entire body out through his rock-hard penis, 
to the hot, pulsing hardness in his hand that throbbed and jerked and 
pounded with Jason's orgasm.  Helping the two best guys in the whole 
world have this incredible feeling was an amazing turn-on for Brendan, and 
he grinned with delight as they thrashed.  And then in an instant something 
happened, something inside him, and his attention turned inward like a shot.  
He suddenly knew that he could join his friends in their wonderful orgy of 
heaving, spasming orgasm, if only Jason would keep fingering and sucking 
for a few seconds longer, and in that instant it became supremely important 
to him to get there at all costs.  

"Don't stop, Jason!" he shouted, his hips beginning to pump and his asshole 
clenching fiercely around the amazing, exciting finger.  "I'm gonna--"

Brendan's sky-blue eyes rolled back in his head and he couldn't finish the 
words.  Jason's finger stabbed one more time at his prostate and his lips 
bore down on the small boner, and Brendan began to quake and shiver.  His 
loose balls pulled up tight and a pressure began to move through him like 
hot lava, sourced in a unknown place deep within him, somewhere near the 
center of his soul.  His lungs couldn't hold any breath as his entire being 
exploded with his passion, and he would have shouted and laughed and 
cried with his happiness if only he could.  Again and again the convulsions 
gripped the tiny boy's body, and he was dimly aware that he was gripping 
Jason's firm cock equally hard with his hand.  A few high peeps escaped his 
throat, and then the wave was past and he was spiraling gently back down 
to earth like a seed-pod from an oak tree; landing not in a crash, but a light 
touchdown.

The three lay there on the basement floor like accident victims, panting and 
heaving with their exertions, and far too exhausted to untangle themselves.  
Just the very tip of Michael's cock was still in Jason's butt, and he was still 
fully erect, but he no longer moved and Jason's sphincter no longer 
clenched him as he slumped forward and rested his weary head against 
Jason's heaving belly.  Brendan's hand still encircled Jason's stiff cock 
underneath Michael's stomach, crushed between them in the delicious, slick 
heat of their mingling sweat.  Jason had pulled his mouth off of Brendan's 
stiffness in his need for air, but his finger still impaled the boy all the way 
to the last knuckle.  They lay there several minutes without moving, without 
speaking, knowing their lives had irrevocably changed, but also knowing 
whoever moved first would have to speak first, and no one knew quite what 
to say.

Finally young Michael began to stir.  He had a funny look on his face, and 
Jason's heart began to pound in fear of his friend's reaction.  He had to 
know, though, because he just couldn't stand the uncertainty anymore after 
three months of wanting and hoping and needing, but not having the guts to 
find out.  Michael backed away and slipped his lovely stiffness out of his 
hole, and Jason felt horribly empty.  It was a good sign that Michael's cock 
was still up and hard, but that look on his face was worrisome.  Jason gently 
removed his finger from Brendan's tight butt and lowered his legs back 
down to the floor, and he and Brendan rolled slowly to sit Indian-style and 
regard Michael expectantly.

"God dammit, Jason, how could you do that?" Michael finally said in a tone 
not so much angry as disappointed, like his Mom when he brought home a 
less than stellar report card.  Jason swallowed and held his breath.

"I mean, shit," Michael continued, a hurt look on his pretty face.  "We're 
your best friends, and look what you did to us."

Jason felt sick to his stomach, and tears began to well up in his eyes.  It was 
all over.  For one afternoon of pleasure -- albeit the best he could ever 
imagine having -- he had thrown away his two best friends, or at least one 
of them, since Brendan looked as disappointed by Michael's words as Jason 
was.  Still, he'd lost his beautiful Michael, and perhaps his reputation, 
perhaps his whole life.  It all depended on how much Michael would say to 
others.  His heart was as low as it had ever been in his eleven years.

"I still can't believe it," Michael went on, shaking his head sadly.  "You 
knew all summer how to do this, and you never told us until now!  God 
dammit, Jason, look at all the time you made us waste!"

Joy flooded into Jason's heart, and his tearful sobs were replaced instantly 
with a whoop and a laugh.  Unable to suppress his happiness, he lunged at 
Michael and gathered him into a tight hug, peppering his face and mouth 
with kisses and finally knocking the boy over on the carpet and lay there 
atop him smooching away.  In a second Brendan was there, too, and the 
three of them rolled on the floor and kissed and hugged and laughed and 
said their intimacies, using the word "love" for the first time since they met 
as first-graders, but knowing they had really loved all along.

                                     *           *            *

That perfect Saturday afternoon in Michael's basement was only the first of 
many, of course.  Being the Three Musketeers, they searched tirelessly for 
the perfect three-way sex position, discovering several within a week of the 
club's initiation, including one that instantly became their favorite:  Jason 
on his back, with little Brendan lying his slight weight on his face and 
fucking that delicious little boner slowly between his lips, Jason with a 
finger or two buried in the tiny Irishman's tight butthole, while Michael 
lifted Jason's legs over his shoulders and eased his firm, hand-lotion-slicked 
tool past Jason's open and willing sphincter and into his hot, welcoming 
rectum right up to the balls. His two favorite boys in the world feeding him 
their sweet cocks from both ends, and Michael's hand stroking his cock in 
an exact match of their rhythm, invariably made Jason cum like the grand 
finale at the Forth of July fireworks show.  And, because the other two 
usually hadn't yet "popped off", the exquisite pas de trois often continued, 
and Jason would have one or two more earth-shattering orgasms before his 
lovers reached theirs and they all slumped together in a pile, reduced to 
three globs of gelatinous goo with an aggregate IQ in the single digits.

At some point -- Jason never knew quite when -- the leader became the 
proselyte, and a strange new element emerged in Jason's personality.  In all 
matters non-sexual Jason remained "the brains of the outfit", but in the 
bedroom he became rather submissive, gleefully doing anything his 
beautiful young lovers asked of him and reveling even more in the giving of 
pleasure than in the receiving.  Of course, they always asked for exactly 
what he wanted to do anyway, but all three of them enjoyed the change this 
role-playing afforded them, and their friendship solidified even more as a 
result.

Aside from Michael and Brendan's sudden insistence upon enrolling in 
gymnastics camp the next summer, no one ever noticed any change in 
them; not parents, teachers nor friends.   The club remained their closely 
guarded secret, and while occasional guests visited Michael's basement as 
the boys explored their passion for young male bodies of all shapes and 
sizes, to the outside world they remain to this day a perfectly normal, if 
extraordinarily close, triumvirate of pals.

Brendan and Michael knew that the single most important lesson of that 
first afternoon was this:  When Jason asks you to play a game, say yes!

THE END