The Travis Theory 08

The Travis Theory Original Posted Sept 5 2010 By Remmy Meggs

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The Travis Theory By Remmy Meggs

CH8

Late that night it rained. I woke up to a cloud covered sky. I thought it was unusual, and if I would have been superstitious, I probably would have thought it was a bad omen. However, to me, it was a strange thing, but it had happened before on the desert, and would happen again. By the time the sun would come out, it would only take an hour for everything else to dry out.

Travis was up early. Well, at least he was not sleeping next to me. Usually, he was up long before me, so I was not bothered. I had a woody and ran out my door into the bathroom. When I finished, I washed it, and my hands, and started going back to my room. That is when I heard Travis talking... in my parent's bedroom!

I leaned against the door as quietly as I could and found that it was open. I opened it a little more and could see Mom and Dad sitting up in bed with silver trays in their laps, complete with breakfast, and a rose on my mother's tray. Between the two of them sat Travis -- facing them, his back to the door, naked and sitting on his legs.

They were talking and laughing and I was too asleep to understand the conversation. Even smelling the food did not wake me, or my appetite. I looked at them for a few minutes, and except for Travis being naked in my parent's bed and them letting him... I had to be dreaming it. I walked back to bed and fell into it.

I had to have slept at least three more hours. The morning sun was near ten o'clock and my stomach was hungry. My legs had been hanging over the bed and my head on the other side. I slid off onto my knees and looked around. It was the same blue room with the basketball clock, the mouse phone, the tacky white wood trim, and medium blue carpet.

I forced myself onto my feet and went into the hallway, to the bathroom, and took a shower. Not so much because I needed one, but I felt like I had been drugged and needed to wake up. In the desert, you do not usually take a hot shower, but warm at the most... if that. Usually it was a cool -- not cold shower. I washed and started to dry off, then remembered Travis' preaching. I grabbed the bug oil and liberally put it on me all over, except for the middle of my back. I combed my hair, sort of -- It never did lay right once I got out of a barbershop.

I took the towel and pressed it against my skin to get any excess water off me. I hung up the towel and looked at myself in the mirror. The mirror was on the backside of the bathroom door and you could see your whole body in it. If you had the medicine cabinet closed, you could see most of your backside, or turn around and see your entire back.

For now, I was looking at my front. I was hardly skinny like Jerry, but hardly looking like Mac either. I was about the same height as most of the boys in my class. Jerry was of course much taller, followed by Tristan, then the rest of us, followed by David. Travis was now was taller than me, but not by much, making me the little one of the class.

My skin was soft and lightly tanned, but lighter than Travis' was of course. Most of the boys had light skin. Jerry and Peter had the lightest, almost pink skin. If you were to call Travis' skin dark honey, then you would have to call Justin and I golden honey. Travis did not look or have the skin of a Hispanic or Indian or even Grecian or Italian. However, he was dark and you could tell the difference. It was hard to tell what color he was without his tan, since even his backside was dark, of course maybe he really was that color all the time.

Maybe, because I was a little older than Travis was, I was developing better, but I know that a year ago, you could not see anything but a kid's stomach. Mine had shape. You could see the muscles from my back wrap around and wind down seamlessly to my mound. Those muscles incased three rows of muscles covering my stomach. No, nothing like the deformed Mac that Travis grumbled about, but they were there, small but visible.

My legs did not really look any more muscular to me and my knees still were noticeable, sticking out like a knotted straw, but from there up, I looked pretty good. I was pretty proud of my wiener, even though, at the time, it was hiding. It did not hide most of the time... okay sometimes it did not hide, and when he got excited, he was as big as it could get, which, to my embarrassment, was smaller than most of the guys.

The door opened, and the edge hit me in the head, knocking me to the floor. My hands went up immediately, one hand grabbing the back of my head where it hit the wall, and the other hand to the front of my head where the door hit me. "Oops, are you okay Stevie?" Travis asked as he came into the room and helped me up.

He stood there grinning at me, "I guess you were daydreaming about how good looking you are, huh?"

"That's not what I was doing," I lied.

"Sure you weren't. If you would have been any closer to the mirror, you would have been kissing yourself." He laughed.

His grinning was infectious, and it irked me that he made me smile when I did not want to. I sat on the bed reluctantly, trying to find something to say to hide my previous ego trip. He ran down the stairs, and then came back up slowly. He had a silver tray in his hands and took it to the bed. "You sit upright and eat."

"Breakfast in bed? You made breakfast for Mom and Dad too?" I asked.

"Yes, I did make breakfast for Mom and Dad too," he grinned.

How he repeated the mom and dad part made me suspicious, as if he were saying they were his mom and dad. "What are you getting at?"

"They just suggested I call them Mom and Dad, since we will be spending the rest of our lives together. Besides, it's cool to have more than one set of parents. I think that means you have Mac and my parents too... lucky you!"

He grinned and sat on the edge of the bed, "Now you have egg whites, flax seed, wheat grains, and fresh fruit there. You are cheating a little because that is real milk instead of soymilk, and it has chocolate in it. I didn't want you to be able to tell everyone I persecute you." He had a wash towel full of ice and held it where the door hit my head, "Everyone is going to think I beat you up again." He thought a minute then he yelled, "Mom, can you come here? Stevie hit his head!"

I looked at him. I was not used to anyone yelling in my ear. Mom did not run but she came into the room quickly and looked at me. She looked at Travis, "Tell me you didn't do this."

"He has a smaller one on the back of his head, and no I didn't do it. He was preening in the mirror and I opened the door. The door hit is forehead and pushed him back to the wall and he hit the back of his head. I tried to tell him that admiring himself in the mirror would always cause problems." Travis smiled.

Mom giggled with him and announced I would live, thanks to the great Doctor

Travis. Grrrr. I grumbled in my head. And what was preening? Should I be upset that he said that or what? She stood up after looking at the back of my head, "Don't you be picking on Travis today. He made breakfast for everyone and has the whole day planned out... if you agree of course, nothing was set in stone. Of course, that means that Dad will have to drive the van, and that will be up to Dad." She kissed Travis on the cheek and then me. "Since neither of you are fond of Mac right now, I do not know what to tell you. Your father and I had already made plans, but my credit card is on the kitchen table. You both have money on it and don't ask for any more!"

Travis grinned as she went out the door, "Later Mom!" Then he looked at me, "Tell her!"

"Later Mom!" I looked at him, "Mom? Dad? This will take some getting used to. What have you got planned?"

"Universal Studios Hollywood for the weekend. Just you and I will be going, with Mac as a chaperone." He announced, "If you want to, anyway."

"I thought you were mad at Mac after how he treated us?" I asked while trying to figure out what to do with the green melon thing on my plate. How can anything green taste good anyway.

"I'm still mad and I'll make sure he knows it. I might let him take a girl friend, or one of his guy friends if he behaves. If he takes a girl, we won't see them at all. If he takes a guy, they will probably tease us. What do you think?"

"What about the rest of the guys?" I asked.

He looked at me for a few minutes, "I thought you would be as happy as me just to be together alone. Besides, Monday we have school, and we might not make it home for a few days. If we take the other guys, they have to have good grades so the teachers don't get pissed off, or we have to come home Sunday night."

"What kind of grades do Joey and David have?" I asked stupidly.

He looked straight ahead, "Their grades are ok." He answered. "If you want them to go, call them. Get their parents' permission. I'll wait downstairs, but don't wait too long. I still have to get Mac to say he will do it, and it's after 10 am already."

He stood up and looked back and me and sighed. Okay, I was wrong about the time. I looked at the wall clock a second time. It was 11:15. Then he went downstairs. I thought a few minutes, and it came to me that he was doing it to be with each other, not to have my attention on others, which was exactly what I wanted. Here I am trying to get my friends to go along to disrupt it. Even knowing this, for some reason, I still wanted someone else to go.

I went downstairs and listened to Travis' speaking on the phone, "Yes $6,000 sounds good, but these are off days, you only have the planes one-quarter filled, and the hotel does not even come close to that. I will pay $3000 for the four, and for each additional person we add $700. Yes, I know you have to speak to your supervisor. I will hold, no you can't call me back... I will stay on hold."

I turned the corner and saw him sitting there on the couch, naked, on a cell phone, with the phone book open. He turned and smiled at me, "Did you call them yet?"

"No," I answered, "I want them to go, but I just want to be with you." That did not make sense to me because I really did want others to go.

He grinned as mom came in the room. She smiled, "Oh, you took your shower already. Do you want to go see Universal Studios, Sea World, and all those other places Travis was talking about?"

For some reason, I really was excited. I had never been to any of those places, "Yes, Mom, if you and Dad agree, I think it would be great."

"Travis wanted to ask you this morning. However, he waited hours for you to wake up, so he came to us." She smiled, giving me a slight kiss on the cheek, "You are not going naked, so wear that new short outfit I bought you a few days ago. Make sure you just pack t-shirts, underwear and socks... and shorts of course. Take at least two pair of your skate shoes and a pair of sandals; I know how you like everything to match, oh and swimming trunks. Don't forget your toothbrush and toothpaste, comb and brush, soap... Your stuffed dog and anything else you want. Just one small carry-on suitcase though. You boys will be too busy to worry about a lot of luggage."

I looked over at a smiling Travis. For some reason, I wanted to be upset, but then again, for once, he did something I had dreamed about for two years,

"I'll get ready." I smiled at him and went back up the stairs.

I was deciding what clothes to wear when Travis came up and started getting dressed. He watched me choosing, and then he came over, once he had put his shoes on, "At least one muscle shirt, this has to go. These shorts, they make you look like an old fart, are too long. He picked out three pair of shorts that he liked on me. One set was a tan cargo, another were tighter walking shorts, and a third set of short shorts that I had never wore outside the yard ... yellow short shorts. He chose a white tank top, a pullover dress shirt, and a baggy shirt that I liked a lot, but Mom hated on me. The squirt let me pick my shoes and socks and my briefs at least. "We have to go to my house so I can get ready," he announced, going back down the stairs, waiting for me to put everything in my overnight suitcase.

Except for the yellow short-shorts, I was perfectly happy with everything else. Whatever purpose Travis had for those particular shorts, had to be something he planned. He never did anything without a reason. I snapped the suitcase shut and went down to the living room. Mom, Dad, and Travis met me there, and we went out the front door. Everyone, including myself, was excited.

Travis helped Mom into the front passenger seat, and Dad drove. We drove straight to Travis' house, where he and I got out and went to his room. His mom came into the room and they yapped about the trip. They yapped about how much money to take. They yapped about his clothes, they yapped about his father not being home to kiss him goodbye. Then she yapped at us both to be good, not fight or hurt each other, mind Mac, and stay close but not too close, because she knew we wanted to have fun too. Then she hugged us both, gave us a kiss on the cheek, and sent us back downstairs.

Travis and I went out the door, and Travis stopped dead, looking at the guy with Mac. "Him? Why of all people, him?"

I recognized Sam from the dojo. He was a black belt instructor. I turned to Travis, "What is wrong with him?"

"He is one of the kids from the university that pick on me all the time." He growled as he stepped up to the two of them, talking to Mac's friend,

"This is not the university. Don't you even mess with me on this trip. I will tear you apart!" He turned to Mac, "I planned this! I got everything setup, and you just had to bring someone you know I didn't like."

"You only invited Mac so our parents would let us go." I said.

"Yes, but I thought Mac had enough sense not to bring a jerk." Travis spit out.

Sam nodded, "Okay, I can see I am making this difficult for your little trip, I don't mind staying behind."

Mac frowned, "Travis, I promise he won't be any trouble. Marylyn could not go. You really don't think her parents would let her stay in a hotel for a week with me, do you?"

Travis frowned, and then he smiled mischievously, "Okay, you get to stay with Mac for a week in a hotel room. Let's go so we don't miss the plane. We only have forty-five minutes to board." Mac and I both cringed at that. Travis did not change his mind so easily, and to be happy about it was something you had to think out. Then as we started getting in the van, he turned and ran with his suitcase back into the house, to emerge two minutes later, "I forgot my extra shoes, and lotion."

He buckled in, and we set behind Mom and Dad, and in front of Mac and Sam. Travis seemed to forget about his intruder, and actually became friendly with him on the way to the airport. After listening to Mom and Dad for five minutes at the airport, we finally got the hug and cheek kiss. It took us another fifteen minutes total to get through security.

Mac and Sam sat behind us. When I suggested they sit somewhere else Travis laughed, "Sorry I couldn't help it. We are in first class and there are not that many seats. Believe me, If I would have known, I would have put them both in coach." Mac heard that and tapped the top of Travis' head. "Ouch, stop it!" Travis yelped.

After the plane took off, Mac and Sam talked about the karate school. Travis talked about archaeology and I talked about our classmates. Then, half way through the flight, the four of us turned to what we were going to do. We would go to Hollywood of course, a couple of known restaurants where stars hung out, if we could get in at all. Other places included Universal Studios, Sea World, The San Diego Zoo, where Travis promised to introduce Mac's relatives, and Knott's Soak City, which sounded like Big Surf Water Park in Phoenix, where we went several times a year, or Waveyard which had more things to do, but also they had more silly rules.

Travis and I both became more excited as we started landing. The stewardess came by and made sure our seats were buckled, and took away his juice and my coke. At least we had sandwiches for lunch. I ate Travis' since he did not want lamb or pork.

When we landed, Mac argued with the people at the rent-a-car place over ID's and his age, but finally won when the Manager called my Dad. Travis had ordered a red mini-van and Mac was not happy about it. "I am not used to driving a four cylinder piece of plastic; I thought you would get us something more stylish!"

Travis argued back, of course, that we were sightseeing, not driving a race, and this would be fine, easier to park, and $200 less a day than one of Mac's four door coups to fit all of us. Mac settled down finally and Travis turned to me, "I am sorry that our friends didn't come. I would have liked them to be here too, in a strange way. This gives us our real fist time away from them." Then he leaned, stretched over to the driver's seat, "And away from you! Don't you crowd us! You heard what mom said!"

"You know," Sam grinned evilly, "this is California. If those Satanists or others see two wiggly little cute boys on their own, they could easily kidnap you, use you for sex slaves, or a child sacrifice, and no one would ever hear of you ever again, except on you tube, where they would show how much you like it, or how they killed you!"

"That's enough, Sam!" Mac growled, "We are here. Nothing will happen to the two of them. They are supposed to have fun, not be afraid of being murdered!"

You could tell that Sam's comment really upset Mac, and it sure did not help how I felt. It did not help Travis either, who had grabbed my hand and held it. Mac found the hotel, and we parked in the parking garage.

We grabbed our luggage and went to the elevator. Travis still had my hand, "Don't worry." He said, "I'll protect you."

Travis looked down at me without his usual happy smile. "I will protect you too," I replied.

Sam turned around and looked at us, then said to Mac, "They are holding hands."

"No kidding, you idiot! You scared the crap out of them!" Mac snapped back.

Again, with a little trouble, and a couple of phone calls at the desk, Mac signed us in. He was not too upset since it seems to have happened more than once with he and Travis going to Karate matches all over the country. I thought about that as we went to our rooms. We were following some skinny guy Mac's age to the fifth floor. It would not be unlike the two of them to set me up for a karate tournament. I was thinking of that when the skinny guy was showing us the two suites with a door between them. He called them adjoining rooms. Travis mumbled something about it was so Mac could spy on us.

I giggled when I saw one bed in the room. I had already guessed it would be like that. Travis had no trouble jumping all over it and looking at me to see if I approved. We unpacked the few things we had, and Mac knocked at the door a few minutes later, "Oh you still have your clothes on, how surprising! Come on you two, we are burning daylight. We will meet you in the restaurant."

As we took the elevator, Travis had his brown book. It was a notebook with a leather cover. He was going through it, "Okay, while we are eating, you have to decide what you want to do for the day. There are two days that are preplanned, Wednesday and next Saturday."

"Sunday is my birthday. I have never been without all the guys." It was at that moment I knew why I was torn up about leaving. I became sad about it and tried to regain control as we entered the restaurant.

Travis announced, "I screwed up. I forgot his birthday was Sunday."

Mac looked at me, "This Sunday or the following Sunday?

"The following Sunday." I answered.

"Well, we can change the tickets and go back on Saturday night, we understand." Mac smiled.

"No! It's alright. I was dumb enough to forget it myself. We can still have fun. It is only one year." I answered.

"No, it's not alright Travis said, "You will actually be twelve instead of just saying you are. I know it is important to you. We will just go home early. You should be with your family if nothing else."

We sat and ordered lunch. Mac said it had to be a big lunch so we would not get hungry on the trip to wherever we were going. Travis grinned, "Well, this changes things, but here is a list of things we can do, and I can make a phone call, and we can do it. Originally, I planned one day at Sea World and two days and Universal, but we can change it. Just pick what you want. There are twenty selections. We can't do them all of course."

I looked at the events, and then I looked at everyone, "What do you guys want to do?" I did not feel right just picking what I wanted.

"Well, Sam and I wanted to go to the Karate match next Saturday. It's not often you get to see masters from all over the world, but that is next weekend so we can skip that. For the rest of the time, it was up to you and Travis. We just came along for the ride."

I figured it may have had something to do with Karate so I turned to Travis, "We can spend a day at the Karate match; I didn't expect it all to be just for me and Travis. What do you want to do?"

"Well, we only have until Saturday, so let's go to Universal first, then you pick one." He grinned and grabbed my hand off the table holding it, "If we like something a lot, we can go back for another go at it. Is that fair?" He asked.

Actually, I did not think that was fair at all since he knew exactly where I wanted to go, "Well, okay then, what else is there?" I picked Disneyworld, and Knott's Water Park. Travis picked Six Flags, which would be half our stay in California. Everyone seemed to be fine with our choices. Travis got on his cell phone and made a couple of calls.

It was 2 am when we got back to the hotel; well that is what Mac told us anyway. Sometime after getting back on the bus, and the return trip, Travis and I both fell asleep and woke up in the hotel. It was 7 am when Travis woke me, "Come on! We have to get a shower and get ready. We have to have breakfast!"

I did not want to be up as fast as Travis wanted, and found him pulling my legs off the end of the bed. He pulled my underwear off. I looked up at him and he was already naked, "Come on Stevie, I don't want to miss anything!" Then he stopped and looked at me, "Either you have to go peepee, or you like to see me naked." He giggled, "I see its both!"

I forced myself up and into the bathroom and took my morning leak with Travis watching. We got into the shower. He wanted us to wash each other like before, and half asleep, I agreed. I woke up fast, however, when he turned the cold water on for three minutes. I screamed. He laughed and turned the warm water on, "Oh look, Stevie, your wiener and peaches disappeared!"

"Well," I said to get even, "I guess we won't be having tickles for a week now that it is gone!"

He looked close at where it should have been, "I knew that used to happen to me sometimes, but never thought it would happen to you." He frowned as if he were perplexed, "You look like a girl now." He giggled.

Then I frowned, "Well Travis, girls don't have muscles like I do."

He was washing his hair and started laughing, "Well, you would look like a little girl if you didn't do the exercises all the time that I taught you. So here is the deal. I'll be the boyfriend, and you can be the girlfriend."

I grinned while his eyes were closed, and I rinsed off. I stepped out of the shower and turned the cold water on. I listened to him scream like a little girl. He could not turn the water off because of the soap in his eyes. When I saw his bits disappear, I turned the warm water back on, "How do you feel?" I laughed, "And by the way, you look like a little girl more than I ever will!"

He rinsed his face off and looked at me, "It don't feel that great, it hurts!"

"Now you know not to do it to anyone else!" I laughed. I knew it was uncomfortable, but did not actually hurt, well it did not hurt me anyway. It was just really uncomfortable.

"We are going to the water park today, so just wear your swim suit and tank-top." He announced. My swimsuit was not much. It was not the baggies that I had seen other boys wear, including Travis. All of a sudden I became shy, not wanting anyone to see me in them. It was not the same as going to a friend's house to swim. Out there, everyone I did not know would be seeing me. I watched Travis get dressed, and his was even skimpier than mine was, "Don't get upset, Travis, I saw yours and liked it, so I went and bought one at the sports store."

I still felt naked, even with the tank top on. My light yellow trunks with red edging did not hide much. But then again, on both of us, there was not much to see besides our behinds, which stuck out because of all the bike riding. Travis was wearing white with a blue panel that you would be able to see through when it was wet. I cringed.

A knock on the door made me jump. I pulled on the swimsuit and my tank top as Travis opened the door. Mac and Sam smiled, "Ready for breakfast? It is an hour ride to Knots Park, so we have plenty of time." We put on our sandals and got in the elevator.

Now I did not feel so bad. Even though Sam and Mac had longer shirts, you could easily see they were wearing the skimpy Speedo style trunks, but they definitely had major bulges in their shorts. I whispered to Travis, "They are that big, and not even stiff?"

As we went to the ground floor he looked, "Naw, that's what they look like when they get big."

Mac had brought towels with him and handed us each a large towel to wrap around our waist in the lobby of the hotel. I still noticed he and Sam had bulges that could easily be seen. Then I noticed that Travis had a little bag with him, "What is that for?" I asked.

"That's the lotion. We will be in the water all day and most of what we have will wear off, so I brought it so we wouldn't burn." He looked at me odd, "For someone that goes around naked a lot, you sure seem uncomfortable."

Mac tried to hold back a laugh. Thankfully, Sam did not hear what was said. Travis had a fruit bowl of course, and then ordered egg whites, wheat toast, and juice for me. The waiter looked at Travis and me and Travis piped up, "I am trying to teach him to eat better."

The waiter looked at Mac and Sam, then back to us, "Weightlifters?"

Mac frowned, "That's nice, but we are into karate."

"Oh, that makes sense. Remind me not to make any of you upset! So you are here for the Karate tournament this week?" He giggled.

I was staring at them all, "I thought it was just the weekend?"

Travis explained, "We were not going all week, just the one day. Sure we want to go, and we want you to see things, but that wasn't part of the plan we had for you."

"Oops, my bad! I'll leave the four of you. I'll come back later and see if you need anything else." The waiter said leaving the table.

Sam frowned, "Now that is definitely a queen."

Mac frowned again, "Just mind your tongue. We are here for a week. There is no sense in upsetting the staff."

"What is a queen?" I asked.

Travis nodded, "Yeah, what is that?"

Mac gave Sam a dirty look then turned to us and whispered, "It is a gay person that acts like a girl."

We looked back at the waiter and when we turned to see Mac again he was beet red and had his face down, "The three of you are going to embarrass me all week, I can see that. Now please stop talking about people."

Travis and I looked at each other and then our eyes lit up and we both grinned. Now I am sure in Phoenix we had queens, it is just that we never happened upon one, at least that we knew of. As the waiter came back with the order on a big folding tray, I saw Travis' smile turn evil as he whispered loud enough for Mac to hear it, "Are you gay, and like boys?"

The waiter was taken aback for just a couple of moments and smiled, "I prefer men, but boys with cute butts are nice too." He nodded to Mac and Sam, "Yeah, men like that!"

Travis and I busted out laughing as Mac and Sam both sunk in their chairs. Mac suddenly raised his head, "Well, those two belong to us, so don't be looking too close at their wiggly behinds."

He and Sam started laughing as we turned red. The waiter laughed too, he knew better, "Well, I hope I can wait on the four of you every morning. It is just a nice way to start the day. I will be sure not to look at any of you too close, but I can already see the little ones are in love..." He looked at Mac and Sam, "But the two of you, Oh My God, lust lust lust!" He tisk tisk tisked away, swaying his behind so Mac and Sam could see it. Travis and I started laughing.

Mac was embarrassed and was glad no one was setting close. Sam's mouth was open at the pronouncement, and Travis looked at me, "How did he know about you and me?"

Sam smirked, "Because the two of you are holding hands, silly."

I looked at my hand sitting on top of the table holding Travis' hand. I pulled away and Travis sighed, "That's not fair."

We ate in silence for the most part, but each of us thought something was funny about the incident and each of us giggled about something, assuredly not the same thing as we found out later. Just as we finished, the bus pulled up and Travis grabbed his `purse' and ran out the door ahead of us to give us time to get together. The bus was almost full of kids and parents and we ended up sitting in the middle. The driver gave us detailed explanations of landmarks we passed the entire trip. We talked and had fun, and Travis and I shared secrets along the way.

One of mine is how much I tickled myself on my pillow. What I did not expect was his question, "But I rub on it better than a pillow, don't I?"

Sam and Mac turned and looked at us both, waiting for me to answer. Travis turned red, "This is personal stuff. You don't need to be listening."

A few minutes passed and Travis looked at me again, "Well?"

"Well what?" I asked.

"You know what! You want me to kick your leg?" He growled.

"Yes, that is more fun, but we only did it that one time and that was in the water. It's not like we are gay or anything." I looked up and saw Mac and Sam looking at me again.

Travis did not notice and went on, "Well, it tickled me so much I couldn't even move."

Sam smirked, and Mac hit Sam's shoulder. Travis looked up and saw them. Both received a punch in the face from Travis. Mac rubbed his nose, "Stop hitting!"

"Stop listening to us then! I didn't hit you that hard anyway!" Travis retorted, raising his voice.

By then, everyone around us was looking. Travis and I became silent the rest of the trip. Mac and Sam turned around and spoke to each other and other kids were looking at Travis and I. Travis finally looked at me, "They didn't hear anything, it was me hitting them that got everyone's attention."

We exited the bus and handed the gate guy our tickets. VIP bands, like everyplace else, were put on us, but I really did not understand why, since there were no real rides at a water park. Most all of the kids looked to be between eight and twelve and were wearing baggies. The ones already at the park were a mix and many had skimpy trunks as well. Mac's view was "If those kids are afraid to show their dicks, they probably didn't have anything to show and were too embarrassed to let anyone know." Ok, that made Travis and I feel better... yeah, thanks Mac.

Of course, Mac and Sam looked stunning with muscles all over and a big package trying to find a seam to split. If they got a boner, it would stick out all over the place. I looked at Travis as he sat on the big slide. He would not move until I got in front of him and he held me; the park guy was saying it was against the rules. I sat down anyway and together we went down the slide. Wrong move. On the way to the bottom, Travis made sure he rubbed my wiener and butt, then reached around and held me in place with his other arm. It happened so fast, no one could see what he did, but all of a sudden, you could tell I had a package. Small, but stiff. Maybe you could not tell I had a boner because of how tight the Speedos were; they pressed it against my body, but you could sure see it. I pulled his hand away as he giggled and we walked back up the ramp. They guy there split us up we could not take the same one at the same time. Travis was on one slide while I was on another. Mac and Sam were nowhere to be seen, at least at that point.

I was in trouble. The rushing water between my legs was going to cause more problems. I knew it as I started my slide down. When I reached the bottom, I could feel that boner pulsing on my stomach. Could anyone really tell it was a stiffy or did it just look like I had a bigger dick than others of my age did?

Travis reached the pool, and he was laughing as he came over, "You have to stop looking guilty. You look as if someone stole it, and it shows on your face. Sort of like when we tickled each other."

"You broke the rules!" I yelped.

"I did not, we were alone!" He grinned.

I looked around and saw hundreds of people, "We are going to have to discuss what alone means then."

"It's not going away is it?" He grabbed for it again.

This time I moved. "Let's go to the wave pool," I said aloud, trying to get away from anything that would torment my little Stevie anymore than he was.

" At least you look like a boy again. He is sticking out. You should be happy about that at least." He giggled.

We walked over to the wave pool and saw Mac and Sam. They in turn saw us, and Mac's jaw dropped. He came right out of the water and stood in front of us, "You can see that thing fifty feet away." He said referring to my boner.

"Travis did it, not me," I blamed.

He looked at Travis, "You both go to a bathroom and take care of it. He can't go around all day with that."

"It will go away as soon as he has to go peepee." Travis explained.

"Yes, but how soon will that be?" Mac grinned, "Okay, at least get it under water someplace. Maybe that will help. It will at least hide it."

I was barely tall enough to go in without a life jacket, but the waves still threw me all over. Finally he grabbed on to me and held me, "They are too big for you."

"Maybe we should get me a life jacket." I said, trying to help.

"No, I will be your life jacket." He answered.

I looked around. There were a hundred people in the pool at least. I knew that if I held Travis he was going to rub me to orgasm right in front of everyone, and I knew that Mac and Sam would be watching and laughing at me the rest of the day, "No way, I know what you have planned."

He frowned and grabbed my hand as the next wave came up, pulling me off my feet, "Okay, let's go down the inner tube thing, I can't take this." I spat out.

Luckily, only one could get on an inner tube, or you would bottom out. Travis did not believe it, but that's what the ride guard told us about it. But we were together, and that is want he wanted. At least we were next to each other, although I saw him fidgeting to get his foot or hand on little Stevie. Finally, he gave up and grinned, "When we were naked in the water, and I was rubbing my hot body on you, and you grabbed my butt and started pulling me into you, I bet you tickled from your toes to your nose." I said nothing, and he continued. I did not realize he was looking at my boner, "I felt it pulsing and jumping, and I loved it. It was so sweet. It wanted me to do it to you more and more."

Now I was really throbbing, and he was enjoying me being wet, and the hot sun burning into my throbbing little cock, "Talk to me Stevie!" He sighed, "Then you started breathing heavy and turned red, and that monster of mine slipped under your sack and really started to pump, and when it came back up, I thought you were going to rub my wiener to death, tickling me as you ground it between your legs, and then you started shaking all over."

The little brat had talked himself into a boner. I could see it. He sure got me throbbing good. I was trying to keep my hips from pushing my member into my Speedos. Finally I said, "Okay, Travis, please stop. We can have fun back at the hotel tonight if you want, but don't keep going on and make me uncomfortable."

He was silent a few minutes, and although you could hear kids screaming and having fun, he just stared at me. Finally, he said, "I am sorry. I wasn't trying to have sex, I just wanted to play a little, because you look so cute when you get all flustered. We don't have to do anything tonight if you don't want to."

It took over an hour, but it finally went down, and I started having fun again. Mac and Sam played with us some too, but mostly, they went off on their own. It was almost dark when Travis said it was time to go. He ran around to round up Mac and Sam, and we went out the gate. The bus came within minutes and we were headed back to the hotel. On the trip back, there were only the four of us, and Travis put his hand under the towel and rubbed the top of my wiener with his palm. His fingers were rubbing my red rose. I grinned and looked at him. When I did, he got closer and cuddled me, his hand still at work under the towel. He laid his head on my shoulder and announced loud enough for Mac and Sam to hear him say, "I am just going to rest on you awhile. I am tired."

Needless to say, if he was resting, his hand was working overtime. I just let him continue. It was best to let him so he would not get loud and start griping, but then again, I did like it. I put my arm around him and pulled him close, and he took his other arm and cuddled me.

We arrived at the hotel an hour or so later. Travis actually had gone to sleep. His hand, although on my privates, had long since stopped moving. I did not have to worry about seeing my boner at all. It had subsided when I nodded on and off. He woke up, and the four of us finally made it to our rooms. We pulled off our swimsuits and tank tops, and the two of us fell on the bed, exhausted.

Something had been in the back of my mind. I wanted to ask about it, but did not want Travis to be mad at me. I turned on my side and looked at him, "Can I ask something and you not get mad at me?"

He looked up at me, "Why would I get mad?"

"Because, you get mad at me a lot." I answered.

He shrugged, "Just ask, I'll try not to."

"Why don't you like Sam?" I asked.

He frowned, "I suppose I need to tell you, but I really don't want to. I thought maybe you could find out on your own." He turned to his side and looked at me, "Under the circumstances, I guess I better tell you." He thought for a minute, "Will you still like me if I tell you?"

I frowned, "Of course I will still like you. So what is going on?"

"I haven't told Mac about this even." He bit his lip, "At school, Sam is always saying I am queer bait, and that I am just going to be someone's sugar daddy." Travis sighed, "The thing is, Sam likes dick a lot. He is always talking about how cute Mac is and how he wants Mac to screw him in the butt- all the time. Now Mac is bi-sexual, which means he does sex with anything with a butt."

He let me think about it a minute, then he continued, "So, when Mac's girlfriend didn't come, he probably asked others to go, but it was Sam that decided to go for it. Mac is always horny. He is either doing sex in the bathroom, with his girlfriend, or in bed. He doesn't make noise like you do, but still I can hear him."

"So you don't like Sam because he teases you?" I asked.

"Well, that, but I think it is more because I am like Mac so much." Travis was now biting both his lips.

"How are you like him so much?"

He moved closer to me, "Because I want you like that, and he knows it. He knows I love you and would do anything to keep you just for me."

I looked at his blue eyes. They were starting to cry. "I love you like that Travis, I am still not sure about sticking it anywhere though. I wouldn't want to get pregnant."

He looked at me odd, "Silly! That can only happen if I put that stuff on your belly button."

I started giggling. He looked at me, "What? What did I say?"

I kissed him lightly on the forehead, "Travis, think, have you ever seen a pregnant boy or man?"

His mind disappeared for a couple of minutes then he came back, "No, not really."

I rubbed my hand down his side, "That's because boys do not get pregnant. If you put it on a girls belly button it would be different I guess, but since a boy doesn't get pregnant, it wouldn't matter where it was at." Then I thought some more and grinned, "I tell you what, I don't know when or if it will ever happen, but what if I be your boy, that is what you want right? I will be just for you, if it ever happens."

"Someday, if we are ready, then I will be your wiener, and you will be my hot wiggle baby." He grinned with sparkling eyes "Boy-pussy sounds better than butt doesn't it? I think we should only say that around each other though." He grinned and reached up and put his hand around my neck and brought my head down so he could kiss my lips, "Then it is settled?"

"Yes." I answered.

"Stevie?"

"Yes?"

"I know someday you are going to want to go on dates with girls and touch them and stick it in them, but you will always want me in you, right?" Travis asked.

I nodded and kissed him sweetly, "Always, because I do love you too. Travis, you may want the same thing someday. Will I always have my boy-pussy ready for you?"

He grinned and rolled on top of me, "Yes, forever!" While he kissed me again, we both heard moaning from the next room. Travis grinned, "I knew it. He probably sucked Mac and got Mac a boner, and now Mac is probably sticking it in Sam's pussy."

He looked at the door adjoining the two suites. He opened it while I was wondering what he meant by sucking it. He motioned for me to come over to the door and we both peered into the crack. There Sam was with that monster dick of Mac's in his mouth, sliding up and down it and Mac was moaning and pushing Sam's head.

I did not understand what I was seeing, even though I knew what was going on. My dick knew, and came to attention long before my mind registered what was going on. I felt Travis' hand start rubbing my stiff little Stevie as we were watching. Travis closed the door, but not so it would shut completely and make noise, "Let's take a shower and get all oiled up. By then, we can probably watch Mac put it in Sam's pussy and see how they both like it."

He led me, a willing person, to the shower and we rinsed of the chlorine from the park. He started oiling me. I hesitated and thought of touching him all over, even more than what I did in the lake. I grabbed the lotion bottle and started rubbing him all over. He giggled when I tickled him and whimpered at other points. I grabbed his cute butt and pulled him to me. He giggled more, "I guess you are hotter than you thought." He giggled. pressing himself against my throbbing boner.

I wrapped my fingers around his dick, and slid my hand up and down it. He looked up at me, "You never have touched me like that before."He squirmed and hugged me. "Stevie, if you do not stop that, it may end up in your hot little pussy."

I was breathing hard. "I think I am going to be doing it a lot now," I answered between breaths.

He pulled away and turned the water off. "Let's see what they are doing."

I did not want to stop, but I knew he wanted me to see what the big guys did, so my head in a fog, I went with him, and we peeked through the door. Travis was right; Mac was just putting that giant dick of his between Sam's legs. Mac was lying behind Sam. We watched Sam's big boner throbbing as Mac put something on his fingers and stuffed two fingers in Sam's behind. Sam squealed in glee and bucked, and it looked like he peed some on the bed.

Mac continued that until Sam started pumping again. Mac put that same stuff on his throbbing boner and aimed it at Sam's squirming butt. I watched, amazed, as that big red top disappeared into Sam's bottom. I thought Sam was going to die! He went into convulsions as I watched that whole dick slip into him.

I stepped back away from the door. My head was spinning. Travis followed me and steadied me, since I had a hold of his boner. He kissed me, which was it. He picked me up and laid me on the bed. He gently slid on top and I could feel his hot boner on mine as we started grinding our bodies together. I was touching him all over, and he was touching me, pulling me, as I wiggled under him, squirming. I could tell he loved it. His body arched with me on top and I could feel his boner throbbing as I kept grinding into him. He pushed it between my legs and I could feel him grind it into my bottom but not in me. His tummy squirmed and wiggled all over little Stevie.

I could feel my muscles tensing, the tickling waving through my body, my legs stiffening, and my toes stretching out. I grabbed his cute little butt, still in the air, and pressed against him hard for what seemed like hours. He had his arms wrapped around me tight, and he bucked on top of me several times while my body was stiff as a board.

Slowly, his bum came down, and he let loose of my neck and looked at my face, then he kissed my lips, "We can do more if you want."

I nodded I wanted more, and let's face it, this was much nicer than rubbing on a pillow and getting worn out before getting the tickle shakes. I did not want to stop, "We can do it all night if you want." I said, and kissed him. I was still squirming, all hot under his oily body.

Our boners still wanted more. I looked between us just to make sure they did not break off. His dark skin made his little big wiener even darker. The golden skin of mine was now a deep red. The top of little Stevie was deep purple. Travis' red top was no longer red; it was as purple as mine was.

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