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To those qualified to read on, this is chapter eleven 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 11

Monday morning Dale made his way to the shed before Kevin and Jeremy would arrive. His parents had already left for work. Mr. Holister was acting a little more excited that morning than usual. When Dale asked he would only respond by saying he had an important business meeting to attend. That usually meant it had nothing to do with work but some other personal matter. Since Dale’s mother smiled afterward, it was probably nothing serious.

He unwrapped the cable to the microphones and tossed one of the ends across the concrete. He turned and griped his microphone while plugging the other end into the cord. He paused and looked that the microphone head, the crisscrossed mesh. His thoughts drifted back to other day when he held Kevin’s dick this close to his face, a few seconds before putting it into his mouth. He didn’t want to do it and wished he didn’t have to. But he knew his friends would never stop pressuring him if he didn’t. He also knew that he could have prevented it all if he’d just told Jeremy “no” when he put his dick in his mouth. It felt good, really good, and watching Jeremy try and take Kevin had really turned him on.

Dale couldn’t explain it and knew it would never make any sense to him, but he liked sticking things up his butt. He’d been doing it since he was a little kid and played with Star Wars guys in the bath tub. He’d pretend a Luke or Han Solo action figure would go scuba diving into the cave that was just below his wrinkled puff of a ball sack that had yet to descend. He wouldn’t stick the whole figure up his butt as the arms and legs scared him. But the tight rubbing against his anus and the bathtub gave him a cool goose bumpy feeling. Then he would stick a head or arm or leg a little up inside him, pretending it was the only way to see or reach the treasure buried inside. He knew it was naughty, something not to let his mom and dad know about. He played with his toys in the middle of the living room in front of his parents, but no one needed to tell him that sticking them up his butt would not go over too well. After the Star Wars guys, he moved on to his finger, thumb, and then two fingers. There had been a few years after first grade that he’d stopped this play, but it suddenly came on stronger than ever in the fifth grade when he started to masturbate. Thoughts of it being considered gay had never crossed his mind until recently. But he didn’t believe he was gay. He liked girls. He wanted to fuck a girl while he fingered his ass. The recent events with his friends had not changed that desire, but when Kevin entered him a week ago, it sent his entire view of himself into a tailspin. He liked the feeling of a dick inside his butt, but yesterday, to have one inside his mouth, did nothing for him. The smell, the texture, the curly pubic hairs inches from his eyes…. He could still feel the mushroomed head squished against the roof of his mouth and no matter how much he spit afterwards the feeling wouldn’t go away. He did it once to return the favor. He would be sure to make it clear to his friends today that he did not wish to do it again.

The boys didn’t get much practice in that morning before it started to rain. It wasn’t supposed to rain, at least none of the boys remembered anything mentioned about it. They pulled the huge shed doors closed at both ends of the building. They could have kept practicing but the lightning came and they were smart enough not to have high voltage equipment in their hands while standing in the middle of an aluminum shed. Dale made the reference that his mother would shit nickels if she ever found out. That of coarse led to discussions about eating coins and having a race to see which one would come out the other end first. Kevin said he would take his to the corner store just so he could buy something and give it to the cute cashier.

“I’m sure that will get you a date,” said Jeremy. “Got change for my poop?”

“It would be hot because it would be like giving her a piece of me,” said Kevin.

“That is so gross I want to vomit,” said Dale.

“I’d wash it off first. I wouldn’t give her anything that smelled funny. Maybe put some cologne on it so she would take an even bigger whiff.” Kevin began to laugh.

Dale shook his head while Jeremy snickered. “Again,” said Dale. “You are just so fucking sick. I’m going to the guidance office when school starts because you need help, therapeutic help.”

Kevin playfully grabbed Dale by the neck and armed. “How about if I just kick your ass and toss you out into the rain.”

“Stop it,” said Dale resisting Kevin’s shoves. “I don’t want to get wet.”

“What if I stripped off all your clothes and tossed you out there? Then would you still be whining like a pussy about getting wet?”

“Try it,” said Dale, “and I’ll rip your balls off.”

Both Jeremy and Kevin looked at each other with a surprise shock. “Ooooo,” said Kevin. “Dale grows a set of balls and scores.”

Jeremy stepped back inside away from the doorway. “Hey, let’s do it, run out naked in the rain.”

“It’ll be cold,” said Dale.

Kevin immediately pulled his shirt over his head. “Dale, I’m going to do it just because you said that.”

Kevin worked fast in yanking down his shorts to his high top sneakers. He had to balance himself against the wall with one hand and at times hop around on one foot to finally get his shorts, shoes and socks off. He was about to ask if his two companions where joining him but could see that they were also kicking their size eight tennis shoes off their feet with their shirts in their hands.

They boys stood once again in the doorway of the shed clad only in their underwear. Their soft skin brushed up against each other, tightening into goose bumps in the cool summer mist from the rain. Together they removed their white underwear exposing themselves to each other. Without talking about it, they each took quick glances at each others flaccid dicks and sparse pubes. Before they launched themselves into the rain, Kevin made the comment about having a fantasy of someday fucking in the rain. It was unsaid whether he was talking about their group of fourteen year old boys or a girl, but at that time Jeremy and Dale each assumed he meant a pussy.

On Jeremy’s signal they ran into the rain and across the grass. Dale and Jeremy ran with their shoulders hunched up and their hands clenched in fists as the rain pelted the back of their necks. Kevin ran and leaped across the grass, almost slipping at times. He howled and cried out as he made his ninja moves, pretending he was kicking the rain drops. He stood with his feet apart and knees bent almost in a squatting position with his arms stiff in some made up karate position. His shriveled dick bounced against his swinging balls.

Jeremy and Dale watched their friend shorter friend jumping around in the rain. His short blonde hair had spiked up while his rat tail stuck to the back of his neck. Jeremy watched his firm tight butt checks hardly bounce with each of his ninja jumps Kevin took. He didn’t stare long before Dale bumped into his shoulder. He looked over at Dale with water running over the freckles in his smiling cheeks.

“He’s crazy,” said Dale.

“Well, you seemed to have relaxed a bit. A few weeks ago you’d have never let us run around naked like this.”

Dale was gripping his upper arms, his shoulders getting sore from clenching in the cold rain. “Well, I’m still not too trilled about it. Plus I’m getting pretty fucking cold standing here.” As he said this he became aware of his hardened pebble like nipples pressed under his forearms.

Kevin had stopped trying to assault the rain and came over to stand next to his naked friends. His arms straight down with clenched fists and through chattering teeth he said, “ok, this was fucking stupid.”

The three boys ran back to the protection of the shed, their bare feet slapping against the hard concrete. They instantly felt slightly warmer as the aluminum building had kept some of the heat from the morning sun. Jeremy could still feel the cold drops dripping off the back of his black hair and onto this neck and shoulders.

“How could anyone fuck in the rain like that?” said Kevin. “I mean look at this thing.” He stood with his pelvis pushed forward towards his friends. “It’s so cold it’s the size of a fucking peanut.”

“I’m sure you could manage somehow,” said Dale. He then suggested they all run to the house where it would be even warmer and towels would be available to dry off. They each picked up their clothes and held them against their chests, ready to protect them from the rain. As they were standing in the doorway, getting ready for the sprint across the yard, Jeremy suddenly felt fingers squeezing his left butt cheek.

“Dale, feel how squishy Jeremy’s ass is.”

Jeremy turned slightly towards Kevin but not far enough to pull his backside away. “Excuse me.”

Kevin ignored Jeremy’s halfhearted protest and continued to squeeze and rub his friends butt cheek. He watched as his fingers would sink into the fleshy mound which would quickly retake its shape once he pulled away. He could also see a slight jiggle as it came back to shape. There was a firmness about it underneath, a perfect balance of muscle tone and softness. “Seriously Dale, feel how squishy it is.”

Dale was watching Kevin’s hand for a few seconds. He gingerly reached over to squeeze Jeremy’s other cheek for less than a second and he instantly felt his limp hanging member twitch slightly to life. He lowered his bundle of clothes to his waist hoping to hide any erection that may fully come to attention.

“Are you done?” asked Jeremy.

“Yeah,” said Kevin smiling into his friends light blue eyes. “I’m just waiting for you.”

They ran slightly hunched over while they tried to protect their clothes from the rain that was coming down harder. They danced for a few seconds while Dale worked the door knob to let the three naked teens into the split level house. They quickly vaulted up the stairs to the second level. Kevin was about to walk into the kitchen but Dale called him and Jeremy up to the bathroom for their towels.

Dale handed each of his dripping wet friends a towel from above the toilet. They each had dropped their clothes in the hallway before entering the bathroom. After wiping his face and shoulders with the overly fluffy towel, Kevin looked at himself in the large mirrors above the double sinks. Laying his towel onto the counter, he vigorously brushed his fingers through his short strawberry blond hair. Droplets of water spattered the mirror as well as Jeremy’s back who turned to his friend and asked him to knock it off.

Kevin could see the reflection of his body to just below his hanging balls. He ran his hands over his tight abdomen, just below his innie-belly button, and across his chest tweaking his hard nipple. He puffed out his chest and raised his chin as he admired himself in the mirror.

“What are you doing?” asked Jeremy whose thick black hair was sticking in all different directions.

“When we start playing,” said Kevin still looking at himself, “girls are going to go nuts for us.” He dropped his hands to grip his flaccid cock and package.

“You are so full of yourself,” said Dale as he dried his backside.

“No I’m not.” Kevin looked that the reflection of his two naked friends. “We are some good looking guys, even you, Dale. Girls are so going to want this. And I don’t care how ugly you are, if you can play in a band, that’s like automatic pussy points.”

Jeremy and Dale turned to face the mirror, each letting their towels drop to the floor. Kevin, who was standing on the end next to Jeremy, continued to roll his balls around with his fingers. The lights above the sink lit up their bodies, each with a different shade of tan and color of their pubic hair. It was amazing how fast the sparse hairs that grew above their cocks dried so quickly compared to what was on top their heads.

“Do you guys think we could do the town festival at the end of summer?” asked Dale.

There was a few seconds of silence before Jeremy spoke. “We’ll get there. As long as we don’t spend all of our time jerking off, we’ll get there.” He nudged Kevin with his elbow as he noticed Kevin’s dick had started to grow.

“I can’t help it, I’m horney all the time.” Kevin began using both hands to work himself up to a full erection.

Dale turned to look at Jeremy. “But do you ever think of what we’ll do after the festival? Like someday we could have our own songs and own show.”

Jeremy quickly glanced at his friend before turning his attention back to the mirror. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking ahead. I would really like to do a show like Pink Floyd did with “The Wall”. You know, how all the songs sort of make up a story but not like some faggy show tunes. Good music.” As he spoke he kept glancing towards the reflection of Kevin’s full erection. Even though Jeremy had not yet touched himself, his own member started to grow, bumping against the cold sink.

Dale noticed where Jeremy’s attention had gone, but he too had glanced at Kevin’s cock as well. He was not in the mood that morning, still having a fowl taste in his mouth from the last time the three of them had done stuff together. He had intentions of stopping or at least try to redirect their activities the next time any sexual feelings would arise. But watching his friends each grow erections in the mirror caused a stirring in his stomach and a quickening of his heart beat that told him of a feeling he may not want to subdue. He looked at his own face in the mirror and brushed a piece of brown hair off his forehead. “I think I’m getting hungry,” he said.

Kevin jumped around and landed with his butt on the towel he’d rested on the edge of the sink. He leaned back, almost against the mirror and his toes off the floor. He held his five inch dick straight into the air. “Lunch is served,” he said playfully.

Jeremy chuckled at his friend’s childish humor and before he could really think about it, he lowered his head and took the top of Kevin’s dick in his mouth. As he did this, he made an animalistic groan as if he were about to devour the tube stake. His lips closed around the mushroom head for a mere second before he stood back up, smiling at Kevin and hoping the returning look would be the same.

Kevin face was one of surprise and anticipation. “Aww, why’d you stop for?”

Jeremy’s thoughts flew through his brain. He stopped because, even after the previous time each of his friends sucked each other off, it still felt a little taboo. The sliver of uncertainty he felt could be magnetized ten fold if his friends’ reactions were the least bit negative or if he seemed too eager to do it again. The truth was that after seeing the erection and cocks in the mirror, the reflection of their nakedness, for whatever reason, Jeremy wanted to do it again. “You’d like me to do that, wouldn’t you?” he said with overt sarcasm.

“Um, yeah,” said Kevin as he waved his stiff dick back and forth. “I’m horney.”

Dale had watched as Jeremy briefly took Kevin’s penis in his mouth. In that brief instant, his own dick stood up faster than he had even realized it. He quickly gripped it and pulled it to the side, almost as if to hide its erect state. This wasn’t how he thought it would happen. He thought he would be able to clearly state his intentions to his friends that morning that anything oral was completely off the table, yet at the very first sign of it his own cock practically raised its own hand and shouted for attention. Dale felt even more trapped because Jeremy and Kevin were blocking his way to the bathroom door.

Kevin had looked up and noticed his reflection in the large sliding shower door mirror. He could see not only his entire naked body, but that of Jeremy’s as well. He suddenly had another desire. “Hey, Jer, do it again. But this time let me watch you in the mirror.”

Jeremy turned and saw the reflection of both he and Kevin in the almost full length mirror. “I’ll do it if you do it. Although I don’t think I want to see myself with a dick in my mouth.”

Kevin agreed and jumped off the countertop. He stood sideways with the mirror as Jeremy knelt in front of him. Jeremy did look into the mirror but just at his own face, his own blue eyes looking back. He licked his pink lips and turned away. Kevin’s dick was pointing straight at his face. Jeremy thought for a brief second that it was odd to see a dick from this angle. Usually he was looking down at his own with no way in the world of ever reaching it with his own mouth.

Kevin watched the reflection of his black haired friend lean forward and take half of his dick into his mouth. His own mouth absentmindedly hung open, breathing. He looked at the side of his hips, his pale skin with a faint tan line around the waist, the curvature of his own butt checks. He examined how his hard cock with a tuft of light brown pubic hair above it, jutted out and ended in the face, in the mouth of one of his best friends. He tried to imagine that Jeremy’s black wavy hair belonged to a girl. If his imagination worked, it didn’t matter. Jeremy started to slide his lips back and forth along the shaft. Kevin had placed one of his hands on top of Jeremy’s head when Jeremy suddenly pulled off of Kevin’s dick.

“Don’t push me,” said Jeremy.

“I wasn’t,” said Kevin with an apologetic tone. “I was just going to rest my hand on your head. I didn’t know where else to put it.”

Jeremy stood up. “Well, I’m done anyway. It’s your turn.”

Kevin took Jeremy’s place on his knees on the bathroom floor. He had a more comical approach to putting Jeremy’s cock in his mouth. While watching himself in the mirror, he made a ring with his lips. With an odd moaning sound, he plugged his mouth with the head of Jeremy’s cock which would stop his noise. He would pull it out making the noise again. He repeated this a few times before Jeremy told him to knock it off and take it more serious.

“Ok, time for some serious cock sucking,” said Kevin but he never stopped looking at his own reflection. He took Jeremy’s almost six inch dick back into his mouth and turned his head to press the tip against the inside of his check. He watched his reflection in the mirror as Jeremy’s dick pushed on the side of his mouth, poking his cheek out. He stopped, his cheek stretched to the side, and reached up with one hand behind Jeremy’s leg to lightly squeeze his ass. He gave Jeremy a few more strokes with his mouth before he stood up.

“Dale,” said Kevin. “You want any of this?”

“No,” said Dale. “I’m fine just watching.”

“Perv,” said Kevin. He stood beside Jeremy as they both looked at their erections in the mirror. Jeremy reached over and gently started to play with Kevin’s balls. Kevin returned the favor by wrapping his hand around Jeremy’s warm cock. Kevin whispered, “Do you want to try putting it in again?”

Jeremy’s face felt warm. In the same whispering voice he said, “Do we have anything to make it go in easier?”

Still stroking his friend, Kevin turned to Dale who was already in the cabinet under the sink. He pulled out the same bottle of lotion they had used back at the cabin. As he squirted generous amounts into each of his friends outstretched hands, he felt Kevin give him a complementary rub on his hairless balls.

After each of the boys applied the lotion to their perspective areas, Jeremy turned his back to Kevin and slightly bent over. Kevin stepped up behind his friend, watching their reflection in the sliding door mirrors. “You’ll have to guide me again, Jer.”

“Got it,” Jeremy said quickly as he found Kevin’s slippery dick between his legs. Again, as before, he pushed the head of his friends cock against his asshole, keeping the pressure while trying to relax his body. As he relaxed he found himself wanting to be filled by his friend, a sudden itch found in an area that he couldn’t scratch alone.

As Kevin gently pushed he could hear the crackling noises of the lotion and skin. “Oh, I can hear it going in.”

Jeremy grunted, “Yeah, well, I can feel it.”

Kevin stopped pushing. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No,” said Jeremy. “So far so good.” He snickered, “but all this work for you to get off is a little strange to me.”

“You’ll get your turn,” said Kevin.

Jeremy asked Dale to come stand in front of him so he had something to lean on. Dale closed the bathroom door as he stepped in front of Jeremy. Each of the boys held each others upper arms to support Jeremy from falling over. It wasn’t too long before Kevin was all the way in, pausing to check himself out in the mirror as well as give Jeremy a few more seconds to adjust. When Jeremy was ready, he gave Kevin the go ahead by moving his hips back and forth, a slight tug on Kevin’s buried member.

Kevin held Jeremy’s waist with one hand while he rested his other on his own ass. From this position he could see his pelvis press up against the roundness of Jeremy’s cute bubble butt formed ass. Kevin knew he wouldn’t last long especially as he imagined Jeremy’s ass as that of a girl, his anus a tight vagina. One thing would make the image in the mirror even better.

“Jeremy,” said Kevin. “Pull your dick and balls off to the side so I can’t see them in the mirror. I want to pretend you’re a girl.”

Jeremy complied with Kevin’s request but for a bizarre reason that could not be explained he felt somewhat insulted. Once he had his own cock in his hand, pulled up tight against his hip, he felt like saying in a high pitched voice, “how’s that sweetheart?”, but the moment passed as Kevin’s dick slid deeper into him.

“Don’t jerk off,” whispered Dale. Jeremy had to sort of look up to see Dale’s face as he was leaning almost into Dale’s chest.

Kevin shot his cum inside Jeremy’s ass. Dale knew he had just spent his wad because he could see Kevin’s face the entire time. Dale was afraid Kevin might bite his own lower lip off as he got closer to the end. But after his climax, Kevin stayed inside Jeremy, watching their reflections and rubbing the side of Jeremy’s butt cheek. He raised his hands over his head, his pinky and index sticking out from his clenched fists.

After Kevin pulled out, he stepped into the shower to wash off. As soon as he closed the sliding mirror door, Dale was applying a generous amount of lotion to Jeremy’s dick. “I want to try something,” he said.

“I haven’t done it to you yet,” said Jeremy.

“I know. But let’s do this quick before I cum.” Dale leaned against the sink with one arm, his butt pointed towards Jeremy and the mirror. He put his foot up on the small ledge formed where the tub and sliding doors met. He bent over, almost with his chest against the sink, so he could see his pink anus in the mirror. Reaching behind himself, he pulled Jeremy by his cock towards his waiting ass.

Jeremy knew what Dale was trying to do and tried to help his friend out by not blocking his view with his hip. He remembered from the campout that Dale confessed to jerking off while he could watch things being stuck up his butt in a mirror. Truthfully, Jeremy was also curious to watch his cock slide into his friend’s hairless ass. He sort of had a view when he was fucking Kevin, but the mirror made the scene look like it was more of a movie he was watching featuring himself as the porn star.

Once he had the head of his dick in Dale’s ass, they paused until Dale felt comfortable enough to go further. Dale saw the reflection of his ass in the mirror. His cock could not be seen behind his leg, but his hairless balls were pulled up tight against his body were visible between his legs. After his balls, a small wrinkle of skin led up to asshole which really couldn’t be seen at all. It was replaced by Jeremy’s dick, the head not visible because it was buried in Dale’s body. The white lotion was smeared down the shaft of Jeremy’s cock. Dale couldn’t resist the urge to touch his own cock, and with the remaining lotion from his hand start to jerk it back and forth.

“Are you ready?” asked Jeremy. “Because this looks so hot I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”

Dale reached behind himself and put a hand on Jeremy’s waist. He pulled steady as Jeremy gently pushed. Jeremy was amazed as he watched his cock slide into his friend with more ease than he took Kevin’s.

“Wow, holy fuck,” said Jeremy. “Are you okay?”

Dale went back to jerking his own cock. “Yes, do it.” He spoke with some urgency, in a way ordering Jeremy to proceed with his thrusts. Once Jeremy began to pull in and out, he could no longer watch the action in the mirror and just decided to go with the feelings that Dale’s body was giving his cock, a warm, tight, smooth feeling. He watched his pelvis below his tight abs bump against Dale’s pale ass, the soft sound of skin bumping skin could be heard. He felt Kevin’s cum as it began to run down his inner thigh. Kevin had turned off the water from the shower.

Dale whimpered before he shot his load onto the cabinet doors below the sink. That was quickly followed by Jeremy asking permission to cum inside his butt. Milking the last drop from his cock, Dale whispered in the positive. Within seconds, he could feel the burst of cum a few inches inside his ass.

Being so young with their new found explorations, it took less than a few minutes for any of the boys to get off. Kevin, upon turning off the water and hearing his two friends fucking, decided to have another pull on the goods while standing in the tub. Each of the boys took turns rinsing off before getting dressed and heading into the kitchen for lunch. Dale made sure the bathroom was back to normal and all evidence was cleaned up. The rain had come to an end while they ate their sandwiches and drank their Pepsis. They did manage to get in a couple hours of practice before Kevin and Jeremy had to head back home.

***

Later that night, Dale tried to eat most of the dinner his mother had prepared. It was some sort of casserole with hamburger meat, noodles, mushroom, and a funky white sauce. There may have been some white melted cheese to thicken the sauce and give it that slight crackling sound when he slowly pushed it around his plate with his fork. The texture of the small round mushroom caps only felt worse against his tongue and the side of his mouth when he chewed them slowly. His appetite gradually faded through dinner but not from an effort of eating. It was the family rule to finish whatever was on your plate. He tried to tell himself that it was just dinner and not to think of anything else, but every third bite would bring him back to the stuff he washed off his inner thigh that afternoon in the shower.

“Hurry up and eat,” said Mr. Holister. “I have something to show you in the barn.”

“Don’t worry about dishes, honey,” said his mother. “I’ll take care of them tonight.”

Dale stopped mid-chew as he looked at each of his smiling parents faces. He couldn’t possibly imagine what was in the barn that had them both smiling as if it were Christmas morning. He moved a small chunk of mushroom to the back of his throat and swallowed.

He followed his father to the barn after dinner. His dad clumped along in his large untied work boots as he talked about whatever he had hidden in the barn. Apparently it was more for Mr. Holister than Dale, but the younger Holister would be able to use it from time to time when the mood stuck him. Mr. Holister pushed the huge sliding barn door aside to reveal a brand new Suzuki 125 four-wheeler ATV.

Dale was speechless as he marveled at the four large studded wheels and the red frame. The headlight and the front grill seemed to be smiling back at him like a brand new excited puppy, begging for him to jump on the long black seat and take it for a ride.

“Oh, wow, Dad,” stammered Dale. “It’s, frrr, awesome.”

“It’s fuckin’ A,” replied Mr. Holister. It wasn’t the first time Dale had heard his father curse, but one of the few. He still knew better than to use those words in front of his dad, or at least thought he couldn’t. “Get on it, see how it feels.”

Dale threw one leg over the black seat which would easily fit two if the person in the back held on to the driver’s waist. The body of the quad forced his knees apart as if he were riding a horse. His toes couldn’t touch the ground while he sat and gripped the handle bars. His father spent the next five or so minutes explaining what all the gadgets were, the brakes, the clutch, the shift.

“When did you get this?” asked Dale. “Did you get it today?”

“Yeah, I sort of wanted to surprise you with it. I mean I got it mostly for hauling wood. I got a trailer for it over there,” he said pointing to the other side of the barn. “But I got it today.”

“How did you get it here without me noticing? Where was I?”

Mr. Holister was standing close to his son and the quad from showing Dale how it works. “You were home.”

Dale looked up at his father who wasn’t looking back at him but rather the handle bars of the quad. A sudden uneasiness filled his stomach and his mouth dried. When his father did turn to look at him, they exchanged a glance which Dale could instantly feel the somber weight behind his father’s eyes. Dale turned away and stared at his thumb making small circles over the light switch.

“I want to talk with you about some things,” his dad said in a gentle voice.

Dale couldn’t turn away from the black controls. “I don’t want to talk.”

“We’re going to.”

Dale vision became blurry as his eyes welled up with tears. They came on quick and sudden, the large ones that instantly fall from your eyes and make dime size water marks on your pants. His bottom lip began to tremble and his body started to feel as if should flee. He felt as if he should jump off the four-wheeler and run as fast as he could into the woods; it wouldn’t matter where. Or better yet if he could suddenly wish the Suzuki engine to kick over and he could drive away, faster than anyone could run after him. He felt his father’s large hand grip his bicep while his dad’s other arm slid across his shoulders.

His father spoke soft and slowly. “You’re my son, and I love you. I want to make that very clear to you. I’m not mad. I’m not upset. I’m your father. And it’s my job to protect you. I also want you to know that I did not see you or Jeremy and Kevin, but I can piece it together.”

“How?” said Dale. He wasn’t even sure if he actually said it as his throat felt closed off.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“You spied.”

“I didn’t spy.” Dale could feel the grip his father had on his shoulders slightly tighten and then loosen again. “I didn’t spy, but this is my house and you’re my only son so I do notice things that you may not. And don’t feel bad that I caught you because I’m glad it was me and not someone else. I’m afraid that if someone else ever caught you or caught on to you, it may not end as well. They may not be as understanding or keep it a secret. Boys do those kinds of things. And why not? I wasn’t always a grown up. Do you understand?”

“My stomach hurts.”

His dad rubbed the back of his neck and up and down his neck. “Yeah, it’s nerves. You’ll be alright. But what I really want to say is, if you guys are going to do that, you have to be in a safer place, and our house is not it. In fact, any of your friends’ houses is not it. You can go back the cabin, and I’ll be sure to respect your privacy there.”

Dale’s body felt cold but his father’s large warm hands on his shoulders and neck were soothing.

“It’s suppose to be fun being a teen, at least that’s what we adults tell each other as we try to forget our own struggles growing up. Most of the us if given the chance would probably not want to relive the awkwardness of our teen years.” Dale's father swallowed hard. “I really want my son to enjoy his teen years. And if you’re looking for an answer to your feelings, don’t look too hard. It will come to you.” His father paused for awhile. “Do you have an answer?”, he stammered. “I mean…boys or….girls?”

Dale looked out into the early summer’s evening, the orange sky dimly lighting the extended fields of grass and young corn. He could see the shed where he played with his friends and that door too was hanging wide open. Dale suddenly felt exposed, as if a vale had lifted, a comforter ripped from his bed on a cool summer morning revealing his nakedness beneath. He shrugged his shoulders under the weight of his father’s arm. “Girls, I guess.”

The father kissed the top of his son’s head. “I hope I didn’t upset you too much. I know you’re embarrassed but I’m just trying to protect you from anything bad happening to you. I love you very much.” He ruffled Dale’s straight brown hair which made some of it stand up in the air. He stepped away from his son towards the barn door. “You’re not the only boys in your school that do that. Believe me, I bet there are others.” It was a short pause before his father followed up his comments with, “not that I’m telling you to go look for them. In fact I don’t think you should. Just keep it within your group, okay?”

Dale looked up at his father in the doorway. He was a man with large hands and a smile. Dale nodded his head. “Okay.”

“I’ll see you at the house.” His dad turned and walked into the orange glow of the evening.

As soon as he was gone, Dale slide off the four-wheeler and stumbled over to the steps leading up to the hay loft. He sat on the first step, wrapped his arms around his knees and wept.

*** End of Chapter Eleven ***

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