Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2012 02:35:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: BR
Subject: Two Boys: A love story part 4

Please don't read if under 18 or if it is unlawful for you to do so. Story
is fictional and not based on any actual people or events.



			  Two Boys: A Love Story
				  Part IV



"You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for
me too.
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've
found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a
home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing."
Roger Waters



I was sitting in my room at my desk when Mom called me to dinner. I had
been sitting at my computer trying to get my book report on "Rumble Fish"
finished for class tomorrow.

"Can I finish my book report and eat later ? I'm almost finished!" I yelled
back.

"No I cooked this for us! Come eat and then do your homework!" She yelled
back.

"Come on, Byron! You're holding things up! Get in here!" I heard Don yell.

"Okay!" I yelled and threw my pen down. Hearing Don's voice made the
muscles in my back tense up. He had all but moved in and was over almost
constantly. We got along ok but I hated it when he tried to act like he was
my dad like he just now did. I got up and shuffled into the kitchen where
Mom was serving the pot roast she had made that day in the crock pot. I had
just stopped wearing my walking cast the day before, so I had a slight limp
and was still getting used to walking around normally. Don was sitting at
the table drinking a PBR, as usual. One of my new chores was taking his
empty bottles out to the recycling bin. He must have gone through at least
twelve of those a night, at least.

"How's the book report coming along?" Don asked me between swallows of his
beer as I sat down.

"It's ok." I said as I picked up my fork.

"Don says he's always around to help you if you need it." Mom said.

"I read 'Rumble Fish' in eighth grade." Don said. "It's was one of my
favorite books. S.E. Hinton is a great author."

I looked up at him, and he gave me a little nod as he took yet another swig
of his ever present beer. I looked back down at my food and swirled my fork
around in my spinach. I couldn't stand Don because he was a total phony
around Mom. When it was just him and me, he was a crude and mean spirited
man who would drink and complain about his customers and his friends and
call me a "pain in the ass", or just ignore me completely. When Mom was
around, his whole demeanor changed. He would turn into this upstanding
parental figure who was oh so concerned about me for my welfare and always
around to help and blah blah blah. It made me want to barf.

Mom and Don chatted about their day while I nibbled through my dinner. Once
in a while I would look up at Don and count under my breath as to how many
seconds it would take him to either take a swig of his beer, or go over to
the fridge to grab another one. I never counted higher than ten seconds. I
had never told Mom about that weird incident that happened with Don two
months before, and I certainly hadn't forgotten about the subtle threats
that he had made against her then. I tried talking to Mom about his
drinking, and she told me that it was normal for an adult to want to have
some beers after work. I realized that she either didn't know how much he
drank, or didn't want to deal with it. Sometimes, while I was in my room, 1
would hear Don yelling at her and I would eye the baseball bat that I had
sitting in the corner.

"Mom, I was thinking that I could head over to Adam's right after school
tomorrow. Is that ok?" I asked. The next day was Friday and I was spending
the weekend over there.

"I guess that's ok with me, I certainly hope that Mr. and Mrs. Pipkin don't
mind." Mom said. "I guess this means you need a permission slip for the
bus?"

"No, Maddie is going to pick us up." I said.

"I would get the permission slip anyway, just in case. Maddie would lose
her own ass if it wasn't attached to her." Don said with a furled brow as
he drained his PBR.

"How is your leg, honey?" Mom asked.

"Kind of stiff, but it's ok. Hopefully it doesn't cramp up as bad tonight."
I said. The doctor had warned me about severe leg cramps for the first
couple days without a cast, and oh boy, was he right. I was awakened
several times the night before with mind blowingly painful waves of leg
cramps, which caused me to have to jump out of bed and dance around like I
was in "Riverdance" to get rid of.

"You need a lot of potassium. Eat a couple of bananas before you go to
bed." Don said.

"I hate bananas." I said and then stuck my tongue out in disgust.

"Ok, or maybe a carrot, or an apple." He said. I gave him a dark glance and
went back to forcing down Mom's pot roast. Don grabbed Mom by the rear end
as as she was walking into the kitchen and drew her playfully shrieking
into his lap. They then began making out right there at the table and I had
to turn away in disgust.

Later that night, as I lay in bed trying to get to sleep, I heard them
grunting and moaning in the other bedroom with the bed springs creaking
away. I put my other pillow over my head with my eyes squeezed shut and my
teeth gritted. The creaking of the bed springs got louder and louder and I
heard a weird yipping snarl, I couldn't tell if it was from Mom or Don and
I didn't even WANT to know which of them it was! I jumped up out of bed
with a shudder and went to the computer. I flipped it on and turned on my
IM screen. I typed in the address and sent out a message.

BW482: hey madman, ahoy there boy.

JCT6842:hey cheesecake, you're up late.

Adam stayed up past eleven every night and sometimes he would stay up past
twelve, usually doing homework. He always said that he felt like he was
wasting time when he was sleeping. Despite that, he was one of the deepest
sleepers I've ever seen in my life. He would usually sleep through an
entire night without waking up once.

BW482: yeah don is over so i cant get any sleep.

JCT6842: LOL! are they being real loud tonight?

BW482: ya it sounds like a herd of sheep in there.

JCT6842: lol lol lol lol lol lol lol

BW482: im glad to see your so simpathetic! im dying of lack of beauty sleep
here!

JCT6842: u need more than sleep to fix that!

BW482: ha ha ha

JCT6842: well dont worry, you'll get all the sleep u need this weekend! ;)

BW482: by the way mom says its ok if i go home wit h u tommorow.

I then heard another loud groan echoing through the house.

BW482: yikes it sounds like they just slaughtered a cow.

JCT6842: what? i thought it was sheep in there.

BW482: never mind.

JCT6842: ha ha they're fucking!

BW482: duh.

I then heard Mom yell out Don's name and make several loud shrieks through
the sound of the sqeaking mattress coils. Don made a growling noise. I
heard something made of glass fall and shatter on the floor and Don mutter
"shit" just before a banshee squall of shrieks and groans echoed throughout
the house.

BW482: wow this is as loud as they ever been! it just gets worse and worse
every single night.

JCT6842: you're just jealous that you're not in there with them!

BW482: no im jealous of not getting any sleep.

Mom made a yodeling sound and Don made a long grunting sigh, and then the
bed squeaking subsided, and a sudden quiet filled the house. I heard a
loud, nasty fart blast out from inside of the bedroom, and then nothing but
golden silence.

BW482: ok i think they're finished now. im going to go to bed.

JCT6842: thanks for the news update!  see u tomorrow!

I turned off the computer and I could hear snoring coming from out of Mom's
bedroom. I climbed into bed and closed my eyes, fell asleep, and had a
dream about go-karting down a freeway.

The next afternoon, we got out of school at 3 pm and Maddie was waiting
right out in front of the building for us in the red Fiat she had been
given for her 16th birthday. She drove us home and kept telling us not to
put our feet on anything the whole way. Adam kept trying to get her to stop
at the Shop Mart, with no success.

We finally got to where they lived. The house was at the end of the street
and was the largest in the neighborhood. It was a huge, three story tudor
style mansion with ten bedrooms, seven bathrooms, an elevator, a large
kitchen on the main floor, a smaller kitchen on the second floor, two
dining rooms, a living room, a den, a screening room with a bar and an
adjoining recreation room with a pool table and several arcade games, a
gym, a sauna, a swimming pool with a hot tub, a large lawn with a helipad,
a small lake with surrounding woods, and a four car garage. Maddie parked
her car in one of the garage bays. Adam and I sprinted through the front
door and into the ornate front marble foyer with the huge chandelier
hanging over the spiral staircase. We sprinted up the red carpeted steps
and on up to the second floor. We stopped at the first door on the left,
just by the staircase. Adam unlocked the door and we entered his room. I
dumped my backpack and my duffel bag on the floor, kicked off my shoes, and
then followed Adam out into the hallway and to the upstairs kitchen, which
was the first door on the right. We entered and Adam turned on the light. I
thought the upstairs kitchen they had was really neat because it looked
like a tiny little diner. It was a part of an adjoining suite with two
bedrooms and a bathroom that had been intended to be used for guests, or as
servant quarters. There was a small counter with three stools. Behind the
counter was a small range with an oven, a refrigerator, and a tiny sink.

"Do you want a sandwich or something?" Adam asked from behind the counter.

"Sure." I said as I twirled on the central counter stool. Adam opened up
the fridge and grabbed two Cokes and put one of them on the counter for
me. He made a couple of ham sandwiches that we chowed down with some
Cheetos and another round of Cokes. We then grabbed as much food and
napkins and paper plates as we could carry and returned to Adam's
room. Adam closed the door behind him and locked it, and we immediatly
sealed ourselves off from the world.  Adam turned on his computer and we
checked our Facebook page that we had together.

An hour or so later we were lying naked in Adam's big double bed with our
legs and bodies intertwined and our arms wrapped around each other, panting
and sweating. "That was fantastic... Adam." I panted out. I then reached
behind me to the shelf that was above the pillows and grabbed the kleenex
box. I then wiped the cum off of my stomach and chest. Adam still wasn't
shooting yet but I sure was. "I'm afraid some of it got on your sheets this
time." I said.

"That's ok" He said. "It's just us tonight. We'll have them washed tomorrow
for when Steve and Chris get here." Steve and Chris were Steve Krauter and
Chris Richards from our class. They were both staying over the next night
on Saturday.  Steve was this pale, shy kid in our class with blonde hair
and glasses whom Adam had made friends with. He always sat by himself at
lunch and he carried the oboe that he played in band class with him
constantly. Adam would always try to befriend shy and lonely kids that he
would meet. I, on the other hand, did not have much desire to make any
other friends. Why would I want to hang around with some other kid when I
could be hanging around with Adam? Chris Richards had been friends with
Adam for a couple of years, ever since they had been in the same fourth
grade class. He was a bit of a spazz and was not a kid that I enjoyed
hanging around with too much.

I lay there and stroked Adam's hair and looked up at the twenty foot high
ceiling and around his bedroom. It looked like a typical boys bedroom
except that it was huge. The right side of his room consisted of his desk
with his two computers on it and a second smaller writing desk, both under
a twelve foot high arched window. There was a couch that faced the tv, a
closet, the door, then the bed on the opposite side of the door. To the
left of the bed was a small area that had all of Adam's sports stuff and
toys strewn about. The fridge was over there, and also a chest of drawers
and a second closet. Across from the bed and to the left was the bathroom
door. Adam had Heat and Dolphins and Hurricane's posters hanging up all
over, as well as an autographed Dwayne Wade jersey that hung over the
door. He had a couple of Justin Beiber posters. Adam couldn't stand
Beiber's music (he was into Van Halen and Metallica), but he had a big
crush on him. Adam often did sketches of Justin Beiber and had even sent
him emails and tweets, although he had never gotten a response.

"You need to get a new Justin poster." I said to Adam.

"I know." He said. "I saw him on TMZ the other day and he looked so hot."

Just then we heard a crackle of thunder outside,

"Sounds like another one." I said.

We got up and went to other twelve foot high window that was by the bed,
which looked out upon the pond in the back of the house. The wind was
picking up and rain was pouring down. A close lightning strike blazed by,
and the house thudded with an immediate blast of thunder. This was the
third storm today, we had two earlier while we were in school. It was the
middle of May so we would get these ten minute long thunderstorms every
single day, sometimes one after another. While we watched the storm pop,
crackle, and rage outside, there was a knock on Adam's door. We both put on
our boxers and I put on my shirt. Adam answered the door and his mom Sherry
was standing there.

"Hey, Adam. Hey, Buyer." She smiled and waved at me.

"Hi Sherry." I smiled with a dopey grin. I thought that Adam had the
hottest mom ever on the planet and I got totally goofy around her.

"Adam, I need to know if you and your guest would like to go out to Don
Chico's for dinner with us tonight?" She asked.

"Oh yeah that would be awesome!" I yelled before Adam could reply.

"Sure! Awesome!" Adam reiterrated. Don Chico's was our favorite Mexican
restaurant in town. They had the best Fajitas anywhere. Adam and I had
planned on holing up in the bedroom all night and eating peanut butter and
jelly, but this would be way better.

"Ok terrific! We are honored that you gentlemen can join us! Get yourselves
dressed and cleaned up and we'll leave at six." She said.

"Thanks Mom!" Adam replied and he threw his arms around her in a hug.

"Thanks for inviting me, Sherry." I said sheepishly while grinning at the
floor. Adam's mom smiled at me as she closed the door behind her. We went
back to the window and sure enough, the sun was coming back out as it
finished raining. Adam and I went into the bathroom and took a long shower,
and then got dressed to go to dinner.

We all got into Gerald's Hummer and drove to Don Chico's on the wet
roads. Adam and I took the seat in the very back and chattered away all the
way to the restaurant. Maddie sat in the row of seats in front of us and
Gerald drove with Sherry in the passenger seat. Once we were at the
restaurant we all sat at a round table and ate nachos, fajitas and
enchiladas. Gerald was silent and stoic and didn't seem to want to be
there, but the rest of us all talked and laughed and had a great time. I
really couldn't understand why Gerald was always so unfriendly.

After we got back to the house we took the elevator up to the second
floor. The elevator was right next to the upstairs kitchen so Adam popped
in and got us some soda's and some Doritoes on the way back to the
room. After we got into the room Adam locked the door and went to his
computer. I sat down on the couch, turned on the TV, and began flipping
through channels.

"What is Gerald's problem?" I asked. "He didn't say hardly anything during
dinner."

"He's a bitch." Adam replied as he moved around his mouse. I then found
"The Clone Wars" on the Cartoon Network and settled on that.

"Hey, check this out." Adam said.

I put down the remote and went over to the computer. Adam was on a website
he had found that had pictures of nudist families cavorting around. We
giggled as Adam went through picture after picture of families having
picnics, playing volleyball, scuba diving, playing chess etc.

"I don't know if I could go to one of those places and run around naked in
front of everybody." I said.

"I would." Adam said.

"I know you would!" I laughed. "You'd love it. You'd probably have a boner
the whole time!"

"At least you get to see everyone else." Adam said as he continued flipping
through the pictures. "You're not the only one naked." Adam then paused on
a picture of a boy our age playing tennis. "See? He's not naked." He said.

"Not naked? What do you mean not naked? I can see his willy as clear as
day!" I laughed.

"Yeah but he has shoes and socks on." Adam said.

"So?"

"So, if you have shoes on you're not naked. Naked means you have nothing on
at all."

"I don't know, he looks pretty naked to me." I replied.

We looked through the rest of the pictures and then checked our Facebook
page again. I returned to the couch and "The Clone Wars" had ended so I
flipped around and settled on some music videos. We snuggled up on the
couch and watched TV for another couple of hours until I started hearing
Adam snoring in my arms. He had fallen asleep and his head was drifting
down into my lap. I tried to wake him but he wouldn't budge. Adam was a
deep sleeper and once he was out, he was out. I stroked his hair for a
couple minutes, turned off the TV, took off my clothes, and got into
bed. Adam was slumped on his side asleep on the couch. I turned out the
light, got under the covers, and went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up early and Adam was lying asleep next to me, on
his side with his back to me. At some point during the night he had
awakened and gotten into bed. I moved over, put my arms around him, and
spooned up behind him as I drifted back to sleep. A couple of hours later I
woke up and saw Adam lying on his side facing me with his eyes open.

"Good morning, Honey." I smiled.

"Morning, Buyer." He replied. I then reached out my left hand and began
stroking the back of his head and neck. He closed his eyes with his mouth
open and breathed heavily while I stroked him. I leaned over and we kissed
on the mouth. He rolled over on top of me and I could feel his naked body
on mine. I rubbed my hand down his back and over his bare butt while he
traced his fingers around my eyes and nose.

"I love you Byron. You're my best friend ever." He said. He then leaned
down and started kissing me on the mouth as he rubbed his hands through my
hair. We plunged our tongues into each others mouths. Adam then pulled the
covers back and went down to my dick and started kissing and sucking it. He
would rub his tongue along the base of the glans and then plunge the whole
thing into his mouth while he rubbed my balls. I put my hands behind my
head with my eyes closed and with a big grin, and watched the fireworks
exploding on my eyelids as Adam licked and sucked. We then shifted
positions and I sucked Adam's dick while he writhed and giggled on the
bed. We then got into a 69 position and sucked each other off. Adam came
while I was sucking him, I could feel his dick spasm in my mouth and he
made a series of squeaks and one long groan. I then lay on my back and Adam
and I both simultaneously jerked me off together, and I came about a minute
later.  Three good sized squirts rained down on my chest.

"Timber!" Said Adam. He always said that when I would shoot a load. I
reached behind me for the kleenex box, wiped off, and lay back with a long,
loud sigh.

"Hair check!" Cried out Adam suddenly as he scrambled out of bed.

"Oh come on! We did that yesterday!" I laughed. "There's not going to be
any difference between then and now!"

Adam grabbed a magnifying glass out of his desk, rushed back to the bed,
drew the curtains on the window, turned on an adjustable lamp attached to
the shelf, and adjusted it so that it's light was right on my dick. He then
hopped back on the bed and leaned over with the glass just over my dick.

"One...two...three...four...five..."  He started counting out. About two
months ago I had started sprouting hairs and Adam began to keep a count of
them, with the results noted and logged in a journal he started
keeping. The hair was starting to thicken up and tangle, and was becoming
harder to keep count of, but Adam was still keeping at it. I lay back while
Adam counted, and I enjoyed the feeling of him tugging on the hair and his
breath on my dick. My dick had also grown some more and was now up to
almost six inches. I had also grown another inch in height, and was now
right at five feet tall.

"Fifty three." Adam finally said. he then got up and grabbed the journal
and noted the result. "Wait, that can't be right. You were up to fifty five
yesterday." He said.

"Well maybe a couple fell out, or you counted wrong." I said.

"Well I'm not counting again." He said as he put the journal down and
snuggled up next to me in the bed. We lay there for a few minutes and then
got up to take a shower. After our shower we stood in the steamy bathroom
and toweled ourselves off. I went to the mirror and rubbed the condensation
off so that I could comb my wet hair. It was then that I saw the giant
pimple that had formed on my right cheek.

"Oh no, not another one!" I said. I was starting to get pimples and was
currently engaged in a running battle to keep them at bay. I was washing my
face four or five times a day and using Clearasil. I also rubbed a raw
papaya over my face at Don's suggestion, which was supposedly helpful.

Adam leaned up behind me, locked his arms around my chest, and looked into
the mirror with his chin on my shoulder. "That's the biggest one yet." He
said.

"Damn, I don't have my Clearasil with me, either." I said as I fingered the
large blemish.

"Maddie left some Stridex pads down here." Adam said as he opened his
medical cabinet under the mirror handed me the jar of pads.

"Wow, Adam." I said. "You've got everything you need in this room."

"I do when you're here." He said quietly and turned around to finish drying
off. I used one of the pads on my zit, and we then brushed our teeth and
got dressed. We then went down the hall to the kitchen and Adam cooked
bacon and eggs for us. I sat at the counter and ate a bowl of Rice Krispies
while I watched Adam cook. Adam also made some toast in the oven. It was a
real feast.

As we were finishing up wolfing down our eggs and bacon and toast and
orange juice, the door to the kitchen opened and Gerald stormed in with an
angry look on his face. Adam froze in place while he was was chewing on his
toast.

"Hi Gerald." He said.

"What is this? What are you doing?" Gerald said.

"I wanted to cook some breakfast for Byron." Adam said softly.

"Adam! I've told you over and over again that I don't want you cooking up
here without any supervision! This food is for guests! I've told you this
over and over again!"

"Byron's a guest." Adam said.

"You know what I mean!" Gerald said. He then grabbed Adam out of his chair
and held him up by his shirt." Who's house is this?" He bellowed.

"It's yours." Adam whimpered.

"And who makes the rules?" Said Gerald.

"You do." Whimpered Adam again. Gerald then put Adam down and smacked him
across his face. It wasn't too hard, but it was hard enough. Adam stood
there with his hand over the spot on his face where Gerald had smacked him.

"You disobedient little brat! Clean this mess up! If I see one crumb on
this counter when I come back you're in some real trouble, Mister!" He then
slammed the door and then went out into the house calling out for Adam's
mom. Adam still stood there with his hand on his face and started crying. I
went over and hugged him and he put his face onto my shoulder and started
sobbing.

"Adam. I'll clean up. Don't worry about it. Go back to the room and I'll
make sure it's clean in here." I said. I felt really bad about what I had
seen.

Adam nodded and sniffled and left the kitchen to go to his room. I then
drained the grease into the wastebasket and scrubbed down the skillet and
the range. We had eaten off of paper plates and drank out of plastic cups
so I only had to throw those out. I then wiped down the counter, turned out
the light and closed the door behind me. I walked over to Adam's room and I
could hear him and his mother talking in there. I stopped just short of the
door.

"...But you have to understand..." I heard Sherry say. "This is his house,
he was here long before we were. There are some certain things that he
expects, Adam. You have to understand this if we're going to live here and
be a family."

"I don't want to live here and be in his family!" Adam sobbed.

"I know it's been rough on you. It's been hard on Gerald, too. He's never
had kids. He loves us though, all of us. He took us in. Now you get to live
in this nice house and have this nice room and go to a nice school. Before
we lived here we had nothing, remember? Do you really think that was
better?

"We had ourselves." Adam said.

Sherry sighed loudly. "All you have to do in return, Adam, is just respect
the few rules that he expects followed. You knew that you weren't supposed
to cook by yourself, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." Adam said.

"And you know that food and that kitchen is for his business associates
when they stay over, right?"

"Uh huh."

"All either of us want is for what is best for you. Please, Honey, just try
to help us make this work. Ok?"

"Ok." Adam said.

They hugged and Sherry got up to leave the room. I acted like I was just
coming down the hall from the kitchen as she emerged from Adam's bedroom.

"I got the kitchen cleaned up." I said. "Sorry that we got Mr. Pipkin mad."
I said.

"Thanks for cleaning up in there, Buyer." She smiled as she brushed her
hand over my shoulder. She was such a nice lady. I then went into the room
as Sherry started going down the staircase. Adam was sitting on the edge of
his bed looking sullenly down at his hands in his lap. I closed the door
and locked it behind me.

" I hate Gerald!" He said. "He's such a bastard!"

"Yeah, I can't believe he hit you," I said as I sat next to him.

"One of these days I'm going to punch him right back in the eye!"

"Just make sure he's already paid for your college before you do." I said
with a weak laugh. I then put my hand on his back.

"It's like we're all supposed to kiss his butt or something because he
gives us all this stupid stuff. He always tells my mom that she didn't have
any money when they met and that everything we have is because of him. Then
he turns around and gets mad when we try to use something." Adam said while
wiping another tear away.

"He just wants to be in charge." I said.

"Well he can shove it up his ass." Adam said as he wiped his eyes off with
his sleeve.

Adam had a baseball game at two, so we put the bedsheets in the washing
machine, played the arcade games in the recreation room, put the sheets in
the dryer, and had lunch in the downstairs kitchen. Gerald was in the den
and out of sight, which we both appreciated. We then went to Adam's game
with Sherry and Maddie. Adam played shortstop and hit a scoring double, and
his team won 4-2. Afterwords we returned to his house and Adam and I made
up his bed. At around 5:30, Chris Richards arrived and, after being let
into the house by an appalled Gerald, came bounding up the staircase and
started pounding loudly on the door.

"Adam, open up dude!" We could hear his squeaky voice say from behind the
door.

"Sorry, I can't hear you! Try again later!" Adam yelled. He then turned up
the volume on the heavy metal music that he had playing. Chris began
pounding on the door and Adam turned the volume up even louder. Chris was
now pounding full strength on the door and Adam turned the music up to
almost as loud as it would go. I was cracking up on the couch. We then
heard Gerald's angry baritone yelling from behind the door and Adam
abruptly shut off the music which made my laughter audible. Adam opened up
the door and Chris came shooting into the room. Gerald was standing behind
Chris with an angry expression and Adam immediatly shut the door and locked
it.

"Adam, you're such a dick!" Chris laughed as he and Adam fist
bumped. "Hey,Welleham." He said as he nodded at me. Chris was a skinny,
short kid, around Adam's height, with wavy, long light brown hair that went
just over his ears, green eyes, and lots of freckles.

"Hey, Richards." I responded. Chris was in my class and he ate lunch in our
group, but this was the first time we had hung out outside of school.

Adam switched the music back on, and at a reasonable volume. Chris took his
overnight bag and put it on the floor.

"That old guy is fucking scary." Chris said, refering to Gerald.

"He's a dick." Adam said. Chris sat down on the other side of the couch
from me and Adam sat down on the floor by the couch.

"Hey guys, check this out!" Chris said. He then grabbed his bag and took
out two Playboy magazines that he slapped down on the floor.

"Cool, where did you get these?" Adam asked while picking up one of the
magizines.

"They're from my dad's collection." Chris said as he sat down on the floor
next to Adam and picked up the other magazine. Chris's dad ran an ice cream
and candy shop in town called The Blacktooth Inn and was friends with Don.

We spent the next few minutes going through the magazines. A couple times
Chris would unzip his pants and rub his little white boner over one of the
pictures. Chris had an almost constant boner. It seemed like he always had
a bulge in his pants and he was always pulling it out here and there. Once
he whipped it out under the table during lunch and a couple of times he
pulled it out on the playground during recess.

"Hey do you have any of your dad's DVD's here?" Chris asked Adam.

"I sure do." Adam said. He then went to his desk and dug out a DVD he had
purloined from Don the previous weekend. It was called " Bushlickers
Vol. II". Adam put it in and we all sat on the couch with Adam in the
middle and watched men and women fucking and women eating each others
pussies out. Adam and Chris pulled down their pants and stroked their
boners while they watched. I began to get horny from the film and from Adam
and Chris jerking off next to me, so I sat up and pulled down my own pants
and underwear and put my hand around my dick.

"You have GOT to be kidding..." I heard Chris say.

I looked over and Chris was staring at my dong.

"What?" I asked.

"That's huge! Is it real?" He asked.

"It sure is." Adam said.

"Wow, I didn't know you had a big dick, Welleham." Chris said as he
stared. "You have some hair too."

"It's not that big, just bigger than yours." I said.

Chris got up and moved over to where I was sitting. "Move over so I can sit
next to you and get a better look at that dick." He said. I shifted to the
right and Adam moved over. Chris sat next to me and pulled his pants back
down, exposing his pale white little boner. It curved to the left and had a
two blue veins running down the sides of it. It also had a funny looking
little head that was kind of pointy looking. He was circumcised like Adam
and me.

He leaned over and studied my boner. "Looks sort of like my dad's." He
said. "Wow you're balls are big too." He then started poking at my ballsack
with his finger.

Adam reached over and started stroking my dick with his right hand. Chris
then asked if he could give me a "blow job". Before I responded Chris
leaned over and started sucking my dick. He was scraping his teeth and
drooling all over it, so it was unpleasant and I asked him to stop after a
couple of minutes. Adam then asked Chris if it was ok if he "fucked" him in
the bed and Chris said sure. I had heard Adam use that term before to
describe what he and Chris did. I was curious so I watched from the couch
as Chris and Adam stripped. As Chris stripped I saw that he had freckles
all over his shoulders and down his back. He also had a nice, tight little
white butt.

Chris lay down on the bed on his stomach with his head up on his folded
arms. Adam went into the bathroom and came out with a small jar of
Vaseline. He then got on the bed and mounted Chris, opened up the jar and
stuck his dick into it. Adam then parted Chris's butt cheeks and plunged
his dick into Chris's butthole. He then lay down flat on top of Chris and
began thrusting back and forth, fucking him in a rhythmic motion. Adam had
tried a couple of times to get me to do this with him, and I always
refused. I thought Adam was too precious to perform such a crude and purile
act on, and I didn't want Adam's dick up my butt, either. It just wasn't
what I liked.

Adam continued to fuck Chris and Chris was making little sighing noises
everytime that Adam would thrust. Adam fucked Chris harder and harder. He
came with a loud grunt and then rolled off of Chris and onto hs stomach,
his vaseline covered dick glistening in the light as he did so. Chris then
put his dick into the vaseline, mounted Adam, and began to fuck him even
harder than Adam did to him. Chris made a series of yelping noises while he
fucked Adam like a rabbit. Eventually he came and rolled over onto his back
with a loud sigh. I then jerked off and blew cum all over myself on the
couch. Adam and Chris both watched me from the bed while I shot my load.

"Wow, you're sperming too, Welleham." Chris said from where he he clay on
the bed. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

We then all crowded into the shower and washed ourselves off. We went back
into the bedroom and got dressed. The porno was still playing so Adam
turned it off and put Nickelodeon on. It was now after 7:00. We all flopped
onto the couch.

"What time is Steve supposed to be here?" I asked.

"Who?" Chris asked.

"It should be anytime." Adam said. "He said between seven and eight."

"Steve who?" Asked Chris.

"Steve Krauter is staying over with us tonight." Adam said.

"Steve Krauter? Are you fucking serious?" Chris said.

"Yeah, what's wrong with Steve?" Adam said.

"Ughhh, he's SUCH a dweeb!" Chris said.

"You're a dweeb!" I said to Chris.

"Screw you, Welleham!" Said Chris." Steve is going to ruin everything
tonight."

"No he won't." Adam said. "I like Steve and he has a nice butt."

"Adam, you're gay!" Chris laughed.

"Have you ever seen his butt?" I asked Adam with a laugh.

"Yes." He said with a big smile.

"When did you see it?" I asked with a grin.

"I'm not telling." Adam replied as he folded his arms emphaticaly.

"Oh come on, when did you see it?" I asked again.

"In the bathroom at school while he was changing in one of the toilet
stalls. " Adam said. I figured that it must have been that day that Steve
slipped in a whole bunch of mud during recess and had been brought fresh
clothes by his mom. Adam must have seen him changing in the bathroom.

"Did you see his dick?" I asked.

"No, just his butt." Adam said.

"So where are we all sleeping?" Chris asked.

"On the bed and on the couch, or all of us in the bed." Adam said.

"I'm in the bed with Adam." I said.

"I knew you guys were gay." Chris said.

"We're not gay, we're friends!" Adam said sharply. "Byron likes me and I
like him." He said as he snuggled up to me and put his head on my shoulder.

"No you're not. You guys totally love each other. It's so fucking obvious!
Everyone at school thinks that!" Chris laughed.

Adam pounced up to his feet with a dark and angry look. I knew he was about
to clobber Chris.

"Adam don't !..." I yelled out.

Adam picked up Chris off the couch and threw him to the floor. Adam then
got on Chris's chest with his knees on his arms, pinning him down. He
grabbed Chris's neck and had his fist up in the air to strike.

"Adam... Adam I give I give..." Gasped Chris.

"Adam, come on, don't hit him!" I said.

Adam looked at me and lowered his fist. "You take that back!" He then said
to Chris.

"I take it back...I'm sorry..." Chris said.

"See, he apologized, Adam." I said.

Adam then got off of of Chris, returned to the couch, and snuggled back up
next to me. I put my arm around him and he put his head on my chest.

Chris got up and brushed himself off. "I didn't mean anything bad by it."
He muttered as he sat back on the couch. I waited until I was sure that
Chris wasn't looking and then I tenderly kissed Adam on his head.

A few minutes later we heard the doorbell ring and I got up and went out to
the top of the staircase. Adam's Mom answered the door and let Steve
in. Steve's mom gave her various instructions and emergency contact numbers
and so on while Steve gazed wide eyed around the ornate marble foyer. I
went back into Adam's room, and a couple minutes later there was a knock on
the door. Adam answered it and let Steve in.

"Hey, Steve." Chirped Adam as he closed and locked the door.

"Wow, Adam. Is this really your house?" Steve said.

"It sure is." Adam said as he headed towards the fridge.

"How long have you lived here?" Steve asked as he looked up at the high
ceiling.

"Since last summer. Mom and Gerald got married last Thanksgiving." Adam
replied as he got an apple out of the fridge and closed the door.

"Hey, guys." Steve said as he nodded at Chris and I as we watched TV on the
couch. We both nodded back without taking our eyes off the screen. Chris
made a barely audible grunt. Steve put the gym bag he was carrying down by
the couch.

"What does your stepdad do?" Steve asked.

Adam bounced onto the bed with his apple and sat up. "He's the founder and
CEO of Lintronix." Lintronix is a big software company based in
Lakeland. Mom's company is a big client of theirs.

Steve's eyes almost popped out of his head. "Lintronix? You mean this is
Gerald Pipkin's house?

"It sure is." Adam replied.

"Gerald Pipkin is your stepdad?" Steve gasped.

Adam took a bite out of his apple. "Yep." He replied.

"Oh my God! I didn't know this! Is he here now?" He exclaimed with his
hands on his head.

"Why don't you show him around the house?" I said to Adam.

Adam got off of the bed and he and I took Steve on a tour of the house. We
showed him the upstairs kitchen. Adam pointed out the other bedrooms and
briefly showed him the third floor, most of which consisted of Maddie's
room, which was locked. We took him downstairs and showed him around. Steve
got to meet Gerald in the den and he became all tongue tied and starstruck,
which I thought was hilarious. Gerald was in all of the Lintronix
commercials, usually as himself or wearing some kind of stupid costume, so
he was actually pretty famous ( I hated those commercials long before I
knew him). Gerald shook Steve's hand briefly but didn't say a single word,
and seemed to want us out of there immediatly. Adam and I hustled Steve out
of Gerald's den and we showed him the basement with the gym and the sauna
and the recreation room. We played Ms. Pac Man and Galaga and Asteroids for
a while, and then took him out back and showed him the pool. We returned to
Adam's room on the elevator. When we entered the room, Chris was watching
the porno DVD on the big screen.

"Chris, what are you doing?" I laughed as Adam closed and locked the door.

"What are THEY doing?" Steve said as he gazed up at the screen.

"They're having sex." Adam said.

"You mean you get your jolly's from watching this?" Steve asked as Chris
rolled his eyes.

The woman on the screen got on all fours and the man got behind her and
started ramming his gigantic dick into her.

"Oh my God, what is he doing to her!?" Steve shrieked.

"He's fucking her. It's how people make babies." I said.

"You mean they're trying to m-make babies?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, Steve! That's what they're doing ! They're trying to make babies!"
Chris retorted sarcastically.

"Chris, turn that off and let's watch something else." Adam said.

"Oh come on, Fitzgerald! It's just getting to the good part!" Chris
objected.

Adam then raised his fist and Chris immediatly turned off the DVD and threw
the remote onto the couch. We then found a Justin Timberlake movie on
Showtime about a futuristic society that used time as currency. Adam sat on
the left hand side of the couch. I snuggled up next to him with my head on
his chest and he had his arm around me as he stroked my face and my
hair. Steve was sitting next to us and Chris was at the other end of the
couch. Steve kept looking over and watching us as we snuggled.

"You guys look so much alike." He said. Adam and I currently had the same
length hair, so we really did look similar. Before that one of us always
had hair that was either longer or shorter than the other, but now we had
the same medium length haircut. After the movie was over Chris asked Adam
if he could use his computer. He then went online and began searching
through free porn sites. Adam, Steve and I sat on the couch as Adam flipped
around with the remote. Steve kept staring at Adam and me snuggling with a
puzzled sort of look on his face. In school he was always trying to hang
around with us and would sit at the lunch table where we were without
really saying anything. He would just kind of watch us like he was doing
now.

Eventually "SNL" came on and we watched that. Steve fell asleep on the
couch while it was on, and I was feeling a bit tired myself. Chris then
came up with the idea of going skinny dipping in the pool. Adam wasn't
supposed to use the pool at night and I didn't want him to get in trouble
with Gerald again, so I suggested we stay in the room and call it a night,
but Adam wanted to go swimming too. We snuck down the stairs to the
basement and walked out into the humid night. As we approached the pool
dozens of bull frogs all hopped away into the darkness. We took our clothes
off and plunged naked into the warm water. We had to be quiet so we just
kind of floated around for awhile, and then eventually got out and went
back upstairs, wet and smelling like chlorine.

We got back into the room and Steve was snoring away on the couch. Adam and
I stripped and got into bed and Chris grabbed a blanket and went to sleep
on the floor using his overnight bag for a pillow. After the lights were
out, Adam and I snuggled up under the covers and started kissing. I reached
down and began to stroke his dick, but he suddenly fell asleep and was out
for the night. I started hearing Chris snoring as well. I lay in bed and
stared up at the ceiling, listening to the other boys breathing, and Adam's
clock ticking, and the air conditioning cutting on and off.

I looked over at the clock after a while, and it said 2:15. I got up out of
the bed, walked naked to the door. I went out into the hallway, and up the
stairs to the third floor. The third floor consisted almost entirely of
Maddie's bedroom. At the top of the stairs was a small hallway with a
bathroom, a sewing room, and the door to Maddie's huge bedroom. I went to
the door and saw that the light was on. I was about to give my secret knock
to let her know I was there, but then saw that the door was slightly
ajar. I cautiously peaked in. Maddie's dresser hid the door from their
vantage point, so they couldn't see me. I, however, was able to see Maddie
giving her college age boyfriend a spirited blowjob on her bed while he sat
up on his knees and rubbed her head. I silently closed the door back to
where it was and sullenly retreated back to Adam's bedroom. I went back
into the room and closed the door behind me. Chris had awakened at some
point and was sitting up.

"What are you running around the house nude for, Welleham?" He asked.

"I was going back down to the pool, but I changed my mind." I lied.

His eyes went down to my dick. I saw him staring so I stood there and let
him look at it.

"Hey Byron, let's go into the bathroom, ok?" He asked.

"Yeah, ok." I said.

He got up and we both went into the bathroom and I closed the door. Chris
turned the light on and started looking at my dick again, which had by now
popped up into a boner.

"You can touch it if you want." I said.

He then reached over and started feeling and jerking off my dick. I reached
over and started feeling his dick through his boxers. It was rock hard. He
then slipped off his tshirt and pulled his boxers off and was naked except
for his socks. We went back to jerking each other off.

"Can I give you another blow job?" He asked.

"No, you don't do it right." I said.

"What's wrong with it?" He asked.

"You gotta do it this way." I said. I then got down on my knees and started
sucking his dick, using a combination of methods I learned from Adam and
Maddie. I deep throated like Maddie, and kissed and licked like Adam. He
gripped the edge of the counter with one hand and the towel rack with the
other while I sucked.

After a few minutes I got back up. "See, that's how you're supposed to do
that, now try it." I said.

He got back down on his knees, and he was just as bad at it as he was
before. I tapped him on his head and told him that I just wanted to jerk
off. We jerked off together and returned to the bedroom. I crawled into bed
next to Adam and immediatly went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up before all the others, slipped on some boxers,
and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I came out of the
bathroom the others were all waking up. Steve stared wide eyed from the
couch as Adam jumped out of bed and walked naked into the bathroom. After
everybody was up and dressed we went downstairs and had breakfast. Steve's
mom came by as we were finishing breakfast and picked him up. Chris lived
within walking distance of Adam's house, so he stuck around for a little
while and mostly stayed in Adam's room, looking at porn. Around noon, there
was a knock on the front door. Sherry answered it and announced that Mom
was there to pick me up. They exchanged polite conversation as I went
upstairs to get my things. I hugged Adam, said goodbye to Chris who
silently waved at me as he stared at the porn on the computer screen,
gathered my stuff, and went downstairs to the foyer. Mom and I got in the
car, drove out of the large circular driveway, and onto the street.

On the way home, as we chatted, a fire engine with it's lights on and it's
sirens blaring came bearing down on us. Mom pulled to the side of the road
to let it pass, and a second one shrieked by right behind it. As we turned
onto our street, a third engine came blaring and speeding on by. We could
then see a billowing column of thick, black smoke rising over the trees
from the direction of our house. We came upon a large crowd of neighbors
and saw the mass of fire trucks in the road. To our horror we saw that our
house was totally engulfed in flames. Mom stopped the car with a screech
and put it into immediate park. We both jumped out and pushed our way
through the crowd. Our house was engulfed in flames on all sides. Fire was
shooting through the roof and out of the windows. Firefighters were
positioned in a semi-circle with their hoses, trying to douse out the
inferno. The front window where my room was had bright orange flames
shooting out of it, and they licked the roof above. Don was on the front
lawn down on his knees with his head in his hands. Mom shrieked and started
crying as she watched the house burning, and I felt like I was going to
faint. Don got up and came over and started hugging Mom while she sobbed.
He briefly looked over at me, and then quickly looked away when he saw me
glaring at him. I turned and watched as my house and everything I owned
disintegrated into ash and flames right in front of my eyes. My bed, my
computer, my XBox, my signed Ray Lewis poster, my clothes, my trophies,
Adam's drawings, my cast with all the signatures, all were gone. I became
whoozy, sat down on the lawn with my back to the inferno, and closed my
eyes to the nightmare that was all around me.


			      End of part IV