Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction. Any similarity between this story and anything resembling real people, places or things is merely a coincidence. This story contains consenting sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not 18 years old or if it is illegal where you live to read material of this kind, stop right now.


To those qualified to read on, this is chapter ten of twelve. If you haven't read the previous chapters, you may want to go back and read (or fast forward through) to understand.


Chapter 10


Jeremy laid at the bottom of the tub as the hot shower water ran over him. He was tired from his birthday party the day before and staying up late with his friends. They all had to get up early so the boys could make it to church on time, at least Dale and Jeremy. After being dropped off, Jeremy headed immediately for the bathroom to not only relieve himself but to get a quick shower. He intended it to be quick, but standing in the relaxing water made his legs weak. Once he laid down, time slipped away from him.


The water slashed over his chest. He looked down his body at his flaccid penis resting against his pelvis. He held it up, thinking where it had been last night. He had done something that must be kept a secret, and things usually best kept secret often came with a burden of guilt. Secrets which were temporary, like a surprise gift for mom, were exciting and only draped with guilt if the secret was broken early. But what he and his friends did last night, and what they had been doing since the start of summer, was stuff that must be kept under lock and key forever.


Jeremy pictured himself older, married with children, sitting around a campfire while the kids are off playing. Adults always shared stories then, even ones of old girl friends from years ago, or dirty tales of how they lost their virginity. But even then, the acts of closeness he’d felt with his friends could not and would not be shared. But why? Why did it have to be that way? What he did was fun and it felt good. No one was hurt by it. So why couldn’t it even be talked about? The stigma of being thought of as gay was too much to deal with. It wouldn’t matter if it were true or not. If anyone at school thought he was, he would become the target of so much ridicule and chastising he would probably never go back. No girls would want to date him because then she too would be thought of as odd and different. There were no gay kids in his school as far as he knew. But it wouldn’t surprise him if other boys and even the girls performed acts that he had twelve hours ago. It could not be discussed because it would make them different from the other kids. To be different meant to be on the outside looking in.


But Kevin always dared to be different. He never cared for what people thought of him and went about his own business. But Kevin only did acts that other kids admired, bragged about, never something that would isolate him from everyone else at school. So maybe Kevin wasn’t all that brave after all. Kevin wasn’t stupid and he wouldn’t do something to completely destroy his tough reputation. But Jeremy hadn’t known Kevin to ever want to do something that extreme before. The secret was safe with all of his friends.


There was a secret inside of Jeremy that he did not share with his friends and didn’t know how to. According to Kevin and Dale, the acts were done simply because they felt good and there was a lack of options. But they could have chosen another way and never did any of those things. He could have stuck with just beating his own meat. He enjoyed what they did and was looking forward to doing it again. Was that how it was suppose to be? Or maybe Jeremy Preston was gay? He didn’t think so, but his heart felt a pierce of doubt that felt as if he may slowly bleed to death. With such a secret, there was no where to go.


Jeremy gripped his soft dick and balls in his hands. This is where the fault lies. Jeremy thought if it wasn’t for these nuts, he wouldn’t be feeling so many thoughts of confusion. He also thanked his nuts for giving him so much pleasure and couldn’t wait to do it again. He would enjoy it while it lasted, not knowing where it may all lead. But these feelings he felt were not the fault of his own but the views of everyone else in the world crushing down on him. He wished the world were different.


Come Monday, the boys decided to take a break from Dale’s farm and spend the day in town. They all met at Kevin’s house which was closer to the community pool, a probable option for later in the hot summer day. They had not been swimming since the end of last summer, and the day promised to be another hot one. Jeremy had arrived first at Kevin’s and was sitting on the front porch when Dale arrived. Kevin was busy pushing a lawn mower which could pass more as a smoke machine than anything else. His shirt was off and bits of grass were stuck to his sweaty shoulders and chest.


Dale walked up the few steps and took a seat beside Jeremy in fluffy plastic cushion on one of the porch chairs. “How much does he still have to go?”


I don’t really know,” said Jeremy. “He was already mowing when I got here ten minutes ago. But I think he has to mow his neighbor’s lawn too.”


That sucks.”


He’ll be done soon. The pool doesn’t open until eleven anyway. But, hey, I wanted to tell you thanks for the party. My family really enjoyed it. Don’t be surprised if my mom calls and asks your parents out for dinner or something.”


It’s no problem. My mom loves doing that shit. So you had a good time?”


Jeremy looked over at his friend. As soon as their eyes met they both began to grin which turned into a knowing chuckle. “You’ll have to answer that one. Was it a good time for you?”


Don’t be weird, you perv,” said Dale. “But yeah, I had a good time. Even with all that stuff we did.”


That was pretty wild,” said Jeremy. “But I had a good time too, including everything we did.”


They were quiet for a few seconds, the sound of the lawnmower puttering in the backyard closed out any other sounds. They both reflected back on the events of their last campout. After they had put their dicks in each other, they never really discussed it again. That would even include when they jerked off later that night and threw their spunk into the fire. The next morning it was if it’d never happened, not even a joke from Kevin about it. The longer they didn’t talk about it, the more awkward it became to bring it up.


Dale spoke softly enough to be heard just above the lawn mower. “If you’d have told me two weeks ago that we would do something like that, I’d call you a liar. I’m still in shock.”


It was pretty weird,” said Jeremy. “But you’re fine with it?”


As long as everyone else is, yeah I’m fine. It was weird, even the feelings I felt down there after we were done. Honestly, I’ve been sort of sticking things in there since I was eight or nine. I don’t know why I suppose. So, it’s sort of just like that, except with friends. Weird, I know. But I suppose we all feel a little bit weird sometimes.”


Jeremy thought about those last words. “So you’d do it again sometime?”


Dale paused, “I don’t want to make it a regular thing, but I imagine so. There’s lots of summer left.”


Jeremy laughed, “Yeah, because doing that in the winter would be really weird.”


Dale smiled, “You know what I mean. Would you do it again?”


I didn’t think I would like it,” said Jeremy. “I mean I preferred doing it to Kevin than having it done to me.”


Oh, sure, me too,” interjected Dale.


But it was good. Yeah, I’d do it again.”


The boys started walking to the pool after Kevin had finished the lawns. They had picked a great day as the temperature was suppose to reach a scorching 95, but there were thundershowers expected later in the day. Even Mother Nature needs a splash after a hot day. The community pool was the town gathering place in the summer, especially for the teens. Before they even arrived Kevin was describing in detail what he was hoping to see. He wished for string bikinis where the back barely covered the girls’ asses.


Maybe I’ll see a yellow one,” Kevin said. “I’m in the mood for yellow and a deep tan. Do you think your cousin will be here, Jeremy? We should give her a call and see.”


I doubt it,” said Jeremy. “She’s not the swimming type, too self conscious or something.”


Well she wasn’t shy Saturday night,” said Kevin. “That’s for sure. But that’s okay. She drools when she kisses anyway.”


Maybe you were drooling,” said Dale.


I don’t fucking drool, dumb ass. I know how to kiss.”


But didn’t you say that was your first time?” asked Jeremy.


If you fuckers are going to bust my balls, I’ll just ask you about your first French kiss. Oh, you got nothing to say, well then go fuck yourselves.”


After some more playful bantering, they arrived at the pool. They walked briskly through the shower rooms where some little kids were changing while their baby sitters probably waited out at the other end. The pool was quite large with diving plat forms and boards and a slower than hell water slide. Most people either had chairs or just blankets which they laid on the hot concrete surrounding the entire pool. One end of the pool, where the snack bar was located was a large grassy hill overlooking the entire area. This was where the teens hung out and management was kind enough to supply them with the sounds of the local radio station.


The boys joined the group of teens that had already gathered at the bottom of the hill. The town was small so most of the kids knew each other or had at least seen them in school. If someone didn’t know the name of another kid, asking two or maybe three people would probably get an answer. They dropped their towels and put their shirts into Kevin’s backpack. For the most part, they hung out together for the afternoon. Kevin would disappear for a few minutes to chat with some other guys or hurl himself from the five meter diving plat form. Some girls would stop by to say hi to Jeremy and Dale; some would just smile and wave. Going to the pool really didn’t mean going for a swim. The boys spent half of their time at the pool just talking with school mates and only occasionally getting wet to cool down.


Jeremy followed Dale out of the water and over to the fence. After racing across the pool, they were both out of breath and leaned their forearms against the metal bars as they looked out across the street. They could see their music teacher’s, Mr. Nun’s, house, a red brick ranch style with large well trimmed bushes and hedges surrounding the property. Even though the lawn was very well manicured, the house itself was empty of life, and would stay that way until Mr. Nun returned from his vacation in the Caribbean. He was a music teacher for the local high school but also gave private lessons on the side. The boys started taking lessons from him a few years ago. Once he discovered their talents, he naturally introduced them to each other and actually formed their band. They owed a lot to him as he gave them probably more time, free time, than he would to his other music students.


I wish Mr. Nun was back now,” said Jeremy. “I have so many questions I want to ask him.”


If he came back now, he’d be pissed at how sucky we sound,” said Dale. “And he wouldn’t hold back on it either.”


That’s why he’s the teacher,” Jeremy replied. “If he told us what we wanted to hear, we’d never get better. He’d never lie to us. And he wouldn’t embarrass us either. That’s what makes him cool.”


The fence suddenly rattled as Kevin appeared and slammed his back into it. He was out of breath and his cheeks were red. He was looking toward the shower doors. “Fuck, we gotta go. Or I have to go.” He slapped his hand against the fence. “Fucking retard, this sucks.”


What the hell happened?” asked Dale.


Some idiot faggot in the bathroom, he… fucking douche bag.” He brought his fist up so Dale and Jeremy could see it. His knuckles were red and small patches of skin had been torn away causing blood to collect like dew.


What did you do?” asked Jeremy in sort of a scolding tone.


I punched some…” Kevin dropped his voice lower so no one could here. “I punched some fucking asshole in the bathroom. Called me a band fag. I gave him a warning. I said, ‘Do you know who you’re talking to?’ and he said ‘Yeah, a band fag.’ So I fucking nailed him. Clean shot right to the face. He saw it coming, just a little slow I guess.”


Did he have friends with him?” asked Dale looking around for anyone who might be eyeballing them up for revenge.


Yeah, another kid was with him.”


Who?” asked Jeremy.


I didn’t know them. Probably high school kids or more likely those Catholic school shits. Calling me a faggot? How fucking stupid can you be?”


I don’t see anyone walking over to us,” said Dale.


Me neither,” said Kevin. “But there were some little kids in their too, like eight year olds. I don’t know if they are going to report me or what. I don’t want to get kicked out of here for the whole summer. It’s too early for that shit.”


Look at your hand,” said Jeremy. “You’ll be lucky if they don’t call the cops on you. How hard did you hit him?”


Most of this is from me punching a locker after I hit him. I think that scared the little kids more than me hitting the guy. I don’t think they’re report it, but I’m not sure.”


How did he even know you?” asked Dale. “I mean he knew you played an instrument.”


I don’t know and I didn’t ask to find out.” Kevin shook his damaged hand and flexed his fingers. “Rule number one, don’t bother a guy, especially me, when he’s taking a piss. That’s the one time you’re totally vulnerable. He’s probably a friend of a friend or something. He said, ‘Aren’t you that kid in that band?’ I said, ‘yeah’. Then he said something about being a band fag. Whatever, lets just get the fuck out of here. Or you guys can stay, that’s fine.”


No, we’ll go together,” said Jeremy.


They walked quickly back to their shoes, towels, and back pack. They scooped it all up in their arms and headed for the bath house. They quietly and quickly walked through, Jeremy first, scanning for anyone who might be looking for them. When he saw the coast was clear, they hustled through and started the short walk back to Kevin’s house.


Once they got back to Kevin’s house, it was still a bit early for Dale and Jeremy to start heading home. Dale, of course, would have the longest bike ride back out to his farm. Their suits were still wet but not dripping. Kevin suggested they hang out in his basement where it was cooler and they wouldn’t get any of the living room furniture wet. The basement wasn’t fixed up with anything comfortable such as carpet or a television. In the center quietly sat an old ugly furnace. The naked light bulbs were scattered around the low ceiling giving off a gray feel, but that may have been from the boys’ eyes adjusting from the bright sunlight. A worn out deep green sofa sat flat on the floor, its legs snapped off years ago. Beside it was an ashtray stand half filled with cigarette butts. A weight bench sat near by with a dart board missing the number three hung above on the wall.


Can we sit on this couch?” asked Dale before heavily plopping into the cushion. Jeremy sat down beside him at the other end. Kevin sat on the weight bench and picked up one of the small barbells.


So this is where you workout and get all buff.” said Jeremy.


Naw, not really,” replied Kevin. “My dad uses this stuff mostly. He’s stupid. He sits over there and smokes cigarettes in between lifting weights. It makes no sense but, what do I know.”


Does he leave his cigarettes around here?” asked Jeremy with raised eyebrows.


No, he takes them with him. And the ones in the freezer are all unopened packs so he would know if we took one.”


I didn’t know you smoked,” said Dale to Jeremy.


I don’t, I was just curious. I’d try it though if we had one.”


Kevin bobbed his head. “Yeah, that would be cool. I’ll have to work on that.”


Just don’t bring them to my house,” said Dale. “My dad would be able to smell them in a second.”


How the fuck would he be able to do that?” asked Kevin. “Who the hell is your dad, Superman, for Christ’s sakes?”


No, I’m just saying. He notices stuff like that.”


We could smoke them back at the cabin,” said Jeremy. “He’d never be able to tell if we did it there.”


That’s true,” said Dale. “As long as we burnt the butts.”


Kevin picked up a small weight. “That cabins is awesome. We can do all our dirty stuff there. When I get a girlfriend, I’m gonna totally fuck her there. Like one of those all night fucks.”


Dale twisted his nose. “Just let me know so I don’t walk in on you.”


You wouldn’t want to watch?” asked Kevin.


Thanks for the offer, but hell no.”


You watched me do Jeremy.”


Both Dale and Jeremy snapped looks of distaste at Kevin’s words. “Shut the fuck up,” and “That’s not funny,” were murmured. It was still too early for them to make jokes about what they had done. They each felt somewhat vulnerable to their other even though they had all participated together. But it was probably just Kevin’s attempt to lighten the mood. If the seriousness of the situation were removed, it couldn’t hurt you as bad.


What?” said Kevin. “You want to do it again? Come here, Jeremy.” He reached for Jeremy’s head, ruffling his jet black hair.


Knock it off,” replied Jeremy. “That isn’t cool.”


That was different,” said Dale. “And you watched me do Jeremy too. So shut up.”


You guys know how to make me feel real special, you know that,” said Jeremy brushing Kevin’s hand away.


You guys want to do it again?” Kevin’s voice dropped ever so slightly as he spoke.


Do you?” asked Dale cautiously.


I wouldn’t have asked the question, dork, if I didn’t’ want to.”


Jeremy’s brow crinkled with thought. “How do you ask a girl for sex?”


What?” asked Dale.


You are so stupid,” said Kevin.


No, I’m serious,” continued Jeremy. “Like you’re talking to your girlfriend and you say, ‘hey, ya wanna fuck?’ That doesn’t sound right.”


You don’t ask,” said Kevin. “You just do it.”


You don’t’ just do it, you jerk,” said Dale raising his voice and suddenly dropping it. “You talk to her first and then you end up doing it.”


That’s what I meant,” said Kevin.


But what are you actually saying?” asked Jeremy again.


Dale put his hand on top of his head. “I don’t know, you just, sort of, get there I guess.”


Jeremy continued, “It seems like girls are like a Rubik’s Cube. Once you solve the puzzle it’s great, but you have no clue how you got there. And I haven’t solved the cube yet.”


Well, I’ll take good notes for you,” said Kevin. “And I’ll let you know how it’s done seeing that you’re curious as hell.”


Dale’s face was still deep in thought. “I think you just start making out and it goes there. It’s about body language.”


I don’t want to piss her off and ruin any chance I get,” said Jeremy. “You know.”


You don’t even have anyone to piss off. That’s why we’re in the situation we have before us. So, you guys want to goof around?” Kevin put the weight down and stood up. He put his two thumbs in the waistband of his swim suit.


Dale, after seeing Kevin standing, also stood up. “’Goof around’. That would be an easy way to ask a girl. I’ll remember to use that some day.”


Jeremy also got up from the sofa to stand beside Kevin and Dale. They each only had their swim shorts on. Jeremy had to pull his draw string but the other two boys slid their trunks easily to their ankles. After a pull and a tug, all three of the boys stood facing each other with their bare dicks quickly becoming hard before their eyes. They didn’t look each other in the face, but reached out a hand to grasp the member hanging or as it may be, standing, next to them. Each boy had two hands fondling his cock. The hands worked together, one rubbing the head while another was on the shaft; one playing with the hanging balls while another brushed through the soft pubic hair. The only sound was their breathing and the brush of skin on skin. Again, as with their cabin, Kevin’s basement became their own place, the cinder block windows seemed to darken and the cellar doorway stayed closed.


Do you have any music?” asked Dale.


Kevin released the cocks and stepped out of the circle. A radio was on a shelf of garden tools and flower pots full of cobwebs. When he pushed play, the tape deck turned and Frank Sinatra’s ‘Jeepers Creepers’ began to play. The boys began to giggle.


I told you, my dad uses this weight set more than I do. This is his crap.”


You can’t call Sinatra ‘crap’,” said Jeremy. “You may not like him, but he is far from crap.”


I don’t hear any drums,” said Kevin. “And old people dance to this stuff. And if they can still get it up, they probably fuck to it.” He pointed to his dick that was pointing straight out instead of up. “Look, it’s killing my wood.” He switched the lever from tape to FM radio and the local radio station came on playing a song by Bon Jovi.


The boys resumed feeling each other up, not trying to get each other off with a quick jerking motion. They fell into a pattern where the left hand would massage the nuts of one of their friends while the right hand stroked the shaft.


Kevin looked up at the faces of his friends. “Do you guys want to cum or do butts again?”


Butts,” said Dale.


I can do butts again,” said Jeremy.


Do you have anything for lube?” asked Dale.


I can’t find the lotion after I looked for it this morning. You know, for a morning jerk off. I think my mom hid it from me.”


Does she know you masturbate with it?” asked Dale


Let’s say this. Last week she asked me to quit blowing my nose in my socks. Yeah, I think she has a clue.”


And she hides your lube?” said Jeremy. “That bitch.”


Is there something down here we could use?” asked Dale.


Nothing I would want up my ass,” answered Kevin. Dale and Jeremy watched as Kevin walked around the basement holding his erect dick with one hand to keep it from bouncing. He walked over to a wall of shelves, dark, with various bottles and containers. His head turned back and forth and he stooped down to see the lower shelves, his naked butt resting on his heels. “We have motor oil, thick grease of some kind for chains, cleaners, laundry detergent. Hey, bleach! That would feel real good!”


Dale and Jeremy stood watching him, each lightly stroking their semi-erections. “Don’t you have any vegetable oil or Crisco?” asked Dale.


Kevin made his way back to his friends, a full tour of the basement complete. “We might have some of that upstairs.”


Jeez Dale,” said Jeremy, “How do you think of all this stuff? I mean, really, how often are you jerking it?”


Kevin snickered, “Yeah, you’ll have to give us some advice on what’s the best to use.”


Dale rolled his eyes and halfheartedly laughed with his friends. “Well, do you have that stuff or not?”


Upstairs in the kitchen, probably, but I don’t know. I never cook. But I don’t want to go upstairs. Why don’t we just use spit?”


Jeremy’s face tightened while Dale shook his head. “I don’t know,” said Dale.


Kevin put a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. “Well, fine then. Dale, you can to up and look for your veggie oil to go with your Easy Bake oven. Jeremy and I will use spit.” He turned Jeremy to an old bar stool in front of the work bench. He put his hand between Jeremy’s shoulder blades and gently pushed him forward while he watched his friend’s white butt turn out to greet him.


Hey,” said Jeremy offering the first bit of resistance and turning towards Kevin. “Why do I have to go first?”


Kevin looked in Jeremy’s eyes with a second of puzzlement. “Okay, then,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “I’ll lean over it first.” He stepped around his friend and put his hands on the seat of the bar stool.


Jeremy quickly grabbed his arm. “No, no. I’ll go first. I just didn’t want to feel like I had to go first or something.”


I told you I’d do it,” said Kevin. “I wouldn’t leave you hanging.” He reached out and cupped Jeremy’s nuts and ran his hand up over his soft erection. “Or standing, however it may be.” He spit a few times in his hand and wiped it across the head of his dick. A couple of strokes and it was back to its full firmness. Meanwhile, Jeremy spit onto the tips of his fingers and reached between his legs to smother it over his anus. He leaned on the bar stool with his one dry hand, feet apart, while his other hand waited to guide Kevin in.


This feels so awesome,” said Kevin.


You’re not even in yet,” said Jeremy.


Yeah, but I know how great it is.” Kevin shuffled his feet and aimed his dick at the dark crevasse below, the crack of Jeremy’s ass. He bent his knees to give himself room for an upward motion. Jeremy felt the wet head of Kevin’s cock and pushed it up against his sphincter. He felt tighter than the previous night. He turned his ankle out, aware of the cool concrete floor on the balls of his feet, and arched his back. He pushed heavily on Kevin’s dick against his ass, but it would not slide inside. He pressed on of his fingers against the ring and the tip slid in to the first knuckle, but it did not feel comfortable. Quickly pulling out, he tried to replace it with the cock. He felt the head may have entered, but he wasn’t sure. It was just a lot more painful and the burning sensation he felt before was more intense.


Wait,” said Jeremy. “I don’t think this is gonna work.”


Do we need more spit?”


No, it’s just not working.” Jeremy turned and faced Kevin. “It hurts too much.”


Kevin looked around. “Well, get on the floor then. Let’s try doing it that way. But if it hurts, we’re not doing it.”


Dale had not left the basement. He stood by the sofa, eventually sitting his naked butt on the soft velvet cushion to watch his friends’ frustrations.


Jeremy got on his hands and knees, a position they knew as “doggie style”. Kevin reapplied the spit on his dick and Jeremy’s behind, but it was to no avail. After a few more minutes of just holding his dick tight against his friends closed hole, the boys gave up.


Jeremy sat on his ankles. “Sorry Kevin. Do you want to see if I can get it in you?”


Dale was sitting with one hand cupping his hanging balls, his finger tips moving them slowly around. His dick half erect slouched onto his stomach pointing to his belly button. “Maybe it worked last time because we were loosened up, ya know?”


We also had better lube,” said Jeremy. “Spit gets sticky when it starts to dry.”


Why is that?”


I don’t know,” answered Jeremy. “You wouldn’t think so because it’s mostly water.”


It’s mucus,” said Kevin. “It’s the same stuff that makes boogers. Science geeks, shut the fuck up. I need to get off.”


Jeremy glanced over his shoulder and looked back at Dale who was still playing with his loose balls. He crawled over and lifted Dale’s shaft off his leg. It felt heavy and warm. As he gently squeezed it quickly filled to its full length. Kneeling in between Dale’s legs he smelled the strong sent of chlorine. In the pool it was used to thoroughly clean the water that washed over every body part of every person in the pool. He switched hands on Dale’s penis, bring the other up to his nose to take a whiff. The smell was only chlorine, not the scent he had smelled on Kevin when he was pretending his dick was a microphone. He felt a hand grab his own dick, gently stroking the shaft. Kevin positioned himself beside him while he played with his own sticky erection.


You guys just want to jerk off then or as Jeremy says, “bop' it?” asked Kevin.


Jeremy continued to look at Dale’s cock while rubbing his thumb under its head. He didn’t respond to Kevin’s question. He leaned slightly forward and stopped, hesitated and moved his face forward and down towards Dales crotch. He pointed Dale’s dick up and in one motion, took its head into his mouth. He stopped, staring into Dale’s brown pubic hair, tasting the strong scent of chlorine now in his mouth. The mushroom head fit nicely on his tongue but he froze not knowing what to do next. He had only thought of putting Dale’s dick in his mouth for a short second before doing it. When the idea came, the wanting came, he decided instantly to do it. He had told himself in his bed at night that if the moment were true, if he hesitated, he wouldn’t do it.


Dale’s breathing stopped as he watched his friend take his dick into his mouth. Jeremy didn’t move or bob his head. He just held it there, lightly grasping it with his soft lips. Dale felt the cool cellar air on his shaft and the warmth of Jeremy’s mouth on the end of his dick. He stopped playing with his balls and just held his hands above his friend’s head, not knowing whether to rub his hair or just leave him alone. His memory took a picture and would store it away forever in his mind of his first blowjob.


Jeremy rubbed his tongue on the underside of Dale’s cock while he sucked on the head like a straw. After what may have been fifteen seconds of cock sucking, he sat back on his heals and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.


Wow,” said Dale. “I wasn't expecting that.”


The room felt dark and quiet and Dale’s comment was at best awkward. A chill and dizziness ran up Jeremy’s spine as if standing completely exposed on the ledge of a tall building. He sat and waited for more reaction from his friends, not even wanting to touch his own stiff cock between his legs. But as seconds past, the wait seemed too long. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.


No,” said Dale. “Don’t be sorry. That was a first for me and I can’t believe you did it.”


How was it?” asked Kevin.


Felt cool I suppose.”


Okay,” said Jeremy wiping his mouth again. “Someone else do it quick because I’m feeling really weird.”


Why?” said Kevin. “Being the only boy who had a dick in his mouth makes you feel weird?”


Kevin!” Jeremy turned and looked at his friend.


Kevin was surprised to see tears beginning to well up in his friend’s eyes. “Okay, relax. We’re all cool here.” He pushed Jeremy’s shoulders back. “You were supposed to do that to me a long time ago, remember?” Kevin lowered his head to Jeremy’s dick. “It doesn’t taste bad does it?” He saw his friend shake his head. He looked at the opening at the head of dick, thinking about what may and has come out of there. He didn’t think long before dropping his mouth over the head. As his forehead bumped into his friends stomach, he took the mushroom head to the back of his mouth. With his lips gripping the shaft, he was a little surprised at the girth of Jeremy’s cock. His mouth was dry but he unsuccessfully resisted the need to swallow. He’d always pictured a girl blowing him, sliding her wet lips up and down his shaft. Kevin’s mouth was dry and he wasn’t sliding. He only gripped the cock with his lips knowing enough to keep his teeth back. Who would ever bite off a dick anyway? Talk about gross and a shit load of blood. He didn’t want to scrape it with his teeth either, because then he pictured he’d have dick skin cells caught behind his teeth. Kevin started to laugh and sat up.


What’s so funny?” asked Jeremy.


Nothing,” said Kevin waving his hand. “I was just thinking how stupid I must look with a dick in my mouth.”


I wasn’t looking,” said Dale.


Bullshit you weren’t. You should have been taking notes because you’re up.” Kevin leaned back on one hand and pointed to his dick.


No way,” said Dale. “You had that thing poking up Jeremy’s butt.”


He didn’t get it in.”


I’ll go wash it off,” said Kevin as he got up and ran to the small bathroom in the basement. It didn’t have walls but rather two large shower curtains surrounding the sink and toilet.


Dale whispered to Jeremy. “Why did you start this? I don’t want to do this. I knew it would lead to this.”


Sorry,” said Jeremy. “You don’t’ have to do this if you don’t want.”


Yeah, right.”


No, seriously, you don’t have to. But you’d think it would be less weird to put it in your mouth than your butt. I mean, it sure doesn’t hurt as much.”


I shit out my ass. That’s one of the reasons I don’t care. I don’t eat my dinner or kiss my mom with my butt.”


Jeremy thought, “Yeah, it’s the whole face thing like a pimple on your face verses a pimple on your rear. Like who cares if it’s on your ass?”


You still kiss your mom, Dale?” asked Kevin walking back across the basement.


Shut up.”


No, dude, it’s okay. Your mom is hot.” Kevin walked over to the sofa.


Just shut up and let’s do this.” Dale slid to his knees in front of Kevin who was about to sit. Dale grabbed Kevin's hard Irish Spring scented cock. He immediately put half of the dick in his mouth and slid his hand down the shaft to grip the hanging balls. To both Kevin and Jeremy’s amazement, Dale began quickly bobbing his head, sliding his increasingly wet lips back and forth. With his free hand he gripped one of Kevin’s butt cheeks. The sound of Dale’s breathing heavily through his nose and the slurping of his mouth stopped when he looked up at Kevin. “You have to tell me.”


Kevin nodded and Dale quickly went back to sucking his dick. Kevin tightened his stomach muscles as he stood naked on the cool basement floor, his smooth torso swaying ever so slightly to his friend’s movements. He put his hands through Dale’s hair, just resting them on the top and back of his head as he watched his dick slide in and out of Dale’s mouth. The intense tingling in his balls came upon him suddenly, almost forgotten in a hypnotic state. He gripped Dale’s shoulders and pushed him backwards. Kevin grabbed his saliva soaked cock and quickly pumped for a few seconds before catching his cum in the palm of his hand.


Oh my God, Dale,” said Kevin.


I don’t want to talk about it.”


Kevin looked at the pool of jizz in his hand before turning and heading back to the bathroom sink where he’d washed his dick just a few minutes before. After he’d turned the water off and dried his hands on a hanging towel, he returned to a scene of Dale sitting naked on the sofa while Jeremy had resumed the position between his knees and again sucking his dick. This time, Jeremy’s motions were more determined and purposeful. Kevin watched the black haired boy using his hand on the shaft that wouldn’t fit in his mouth. He looked at the boy’s smooth back bowing back to two perfect soft pale mounds that made up Jeremy’s ass. He had just rinsed his lust down the drain but seeing his friend bent over on his knees was giving him a small recharge.


Okay,” Dale said but it was more of a grunt, and Jeremy’s head lifted from his lap. Dale turned sideways on the sofa, jerking his dick onto his palm. Cum in hand, he walked past Kevin towards the sink, covering it with his other hand. “Don’t worry, I didn’t get any on your sofa.”


That’s okay, my dad does my mom on there all the time.”


Ewwww, that’s fucking gross,” cried Dale and Jeremy uttered some other words of disgust.


I’m only teasing,” said Kevin. But as Jeremy started to climb up on the cushions he added, “No, I’m not,” which bought more calls of unease followed by laughter as Kevin couldn’t keep a straight face.


You ready?” asked Kevin as Jeremy sat down. He nodded and Kevin took his friend’s dick in his mouth for the second time. With some coaching from Jeremy to use more spit and loosen up his lips, Kevin was able to get his friend off in less than a minute. Jeremy also cupped his wad in the palm of his hand and headed to the bathroom.


Dale didn’t watch the last show and was fully dressed before Kevin was even wiping his mouth off. “Tomorrow we should head back to my house and work on our music. We have a lot of practice to do.”


*** End of Chapter 10 ***


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