Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 09:20:04 -0500 From: Jeff Wilson Subject: W.A.R. Part Three, Chapter 4 Poor Chapter Three... So neglected. What is it about the third chapter of my stories that makes people stop writing? Oh Well... Here's chapter four. Warning: This chapter contains.... naked boys!!! Cover your eyes where appropriate. W.A.R. Part Three - Self Destructive Tendencies Chapter Four: Raw Deal by Jeff Wilson When we got back to the house, Dustin's mom was sitting in the kitchen. The macaroni and cheese and hot dogs were done. I thought it would be very late, but it was only 9:30. We sat down at the table with her. "Billy, I'm sorry you had to see that. Dustin, I'm sorry. You know he didn't mean what he said. He's just so frustrated with everything that's going on. We know you're not dumb. I was so angry with him for saying that about you." "Where did he go?" Dustin asked. "You know where he went... He left. I came down here and you boys had gone. I don't blame you. I would have left too." "Are you going to get a divorce?" He asked. "Dustin... You don't need to worry about that. If that's what happens, then it will be for the best. Sometimes people make mistakes and they just have to live with them. I love your father. I know it doesn't look that way all the time, but I do. He has his troubles in life. It's my job as his wife to be there for him. Let's eat." "I'm not hungry." Dustin said. "Well eat anyway." She said as she handed him a plate. I helped myself to the food because I was starving. Dustin just kind of nibbled away at his food. I guess it's easy to eat when life is good. Even though my mouth hurt, I knew that Dustin was in more pain than me. I'd been there. I'd seen my family almost ripped apart when grandma got sick. It was hard to get everything back together again, and that was with us trying our best to make it work. Something told me that Dustin's dad didn't really care if it all worked out. Sometime during our meal Amanda came back. She helped herself and gave no clues as to where she had been. She was much more pleasant to be around with Mrs. Smith there. She wasn't friendly, but she wasn't threatening to kill Dustin either. All during the dinner, Dustin didn't say a word. I've noticed that when he's around his family he really doesn't say much. When it's just me and him, we never shut up. After we ate, we decided that it was time to go to bed. Of course, we weren't going to go to sleep, just up to Dustin's room. I hadn't stayed over night at Dustin's in a long time, back before things got worse. So I was looking forward to having fun with him. Dustin doesn't have a television in his room like me and Brett do. He doesn't have a computer in his room either. So when you go to his house, you do things that you normally wouldn't do with other friends. He taught me how to play chess and more card games than even my grandma seemed to know. We had the door closed so we wouldn't disturb anybody else in the house. We played a couple games of rummy while the house began to get quiet. There was music coming from Amanda's room. Mrs. Smith was working in the kitchen, and would probably be up to go to sleep before too long. Eventually there was a knock on the door. "Goodnight boys..." Said Mrs. Smith as she peeked inside. "I'm going to sleep. Don't stay up too late." "Goodnight mom!" Said Dustin. "Goodnight Mrs. Smith!" I said. The door closed and we continued our game. After winning his third straight game, Dustin looked at me. "Are you even trying to win this game?" He asked. "Yeah..." I said, defending my meager card playing skills. "This is boring. I wish I had a tv in my room like you do." He grumbled. "This isn't so bad. I like playing with you. I haven't really played cards at all since my grandma died." "You want to make it more interesting?" Dustin whispered as he asked. I could tell something devious was on his mind. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Let's play for clothes. The first one naked loses." He whispered. "Okay, but we have to play poker, not rummy." I agreed. Now things were getting interesting. I'd seen Dustin partly naked before, but that was just for convenience. Heck, we had just peed in the woods together before coming back to his house. But there was something different about this. This was something especially naughty. This was something that I hadn't expected when I came over. Dustin shuffled the cards and dealt. I lost, so I took off a sock and threw it next to his bed. As the games continued I seemed to lose more than he did, as before too long I was down to my pants and underwear while he had only lost a sock. But then I won two straight hands and he was down to the same amount of clothing as I was. He also decided to lock his door, just in case. Now this hand was important, because the loser would be down to their underwear, and one loss away from nudity. I really didn't mind if Dustin saw me naked. I think my body's pretty good, and I'm not ashamed of it. But I really wanted Dustin to lose his pants first, if only because it would give me the chance to see if he was as hard as I was. Dustin dealt the cards. I had a 5, 7, 3, Ace, and King. All different suits, except the 3 and King. I threw away the 5, 7, and 3. Then I drew a King, 7, and 3. I couldn't believe it. If I'd have kept the 3 or seven, I'd have had two pair. As it was I had a pair of Kings and would most likely lose. It was time to see what we had. I put down my two Kings. "Son of a bitch!" Dustin mumbled under his breath. Then he threw down his cards, a pair of Queens and some unrelated cards. I had won and Dustin would have to lose his pants. But then he just took off his necklace and threw it on the pile. I couldn't believe it. That dirty cheater! "Jewelry doesn't count!" I complained. "You never said that!" He said, secure in the knowledge that I hadn't said it before we started. So we played again. This time I ended up with nothing while Dustin ended up with three Jacks. I would have to lose my pants. I stood up and unbuckled my belt. Then it occurred to me... I was wearing a belt! I took it off and added it to the pile. "Hey! You can't do that!" Dustin complained. "You never said that belts don't count." I said, and he knew that I knew that I had beaten him at his own game. Dustin laughed and handed me the cards to deal. We were out of tricks, this would be the hand to decide who would lose their pants. I dealt the cards and when I picked them up, I couldn't believe it. I had all hearts. A flush! Dustin ended up with a two pair, but I already had him beaten. He looked at me sadly, trying to get some sympathy. There would be none. I wanted him to take those pants off. Dustin stood up, unfastened his pants and unzipped his zipper, then he let the pants fall to the floor. He kicked them off onto the pile. I was almost afraid to look at him, I didn't want to be caught staring. But I had to look at him. He sat back down and began shuffling the cards. His legs were almost totally hairless, but I'd known that from seeing him in shorts. His waist was very thin, not muscular, but not fat at all. His chest was smooth, but he was more scrawny than he had been earlier in the year... But he still had a naturally fantastic body, and he helped it by keeping active. But I had to look. I looked at the cotton fabric covering the last bit of flesh I hadn't seen. I could clearly see the outline of something quite big underneath. I breathed a sigh of relief, he was hard too! I looked at his face. He was looking at me, smiling. I had stared too long, and he knew that I knew that he knew I had stared to long. "You want to see the rest, don't you?" He asked, laughing. "Nah." I lied. "I just want to humiliate you, that's all." "Well why don't we raise the stakes?" He asked, more seriously. "What do you mean?" I wondered what he had in mind. "Well, how about if you lose, you have to sleep that way, buck naked, all night." I thought about that for a minute. I had the advantage, because I had two articles of clothing to lose, Dustin just had one. So I agreed and promptly lost the next hand. It was my turn to lose my pants. I didn't stand up though. I just unzipped and slid them off while lying on the floor. Then I sat Indian style to make my dick a little less noticeable. It didn't really work though, and my whole five and a half inches was trying to bust out of my underwear whether I won or lost. It actually felt better having my pants off, as it was really starting to hurt having my wiener stuck and crunched in there. Dustin was dealing again, but I noticed that he was not really doing a good job. I looked up to find his eyes fixed on me, or more specifically, on what was under my underwear. "Hey, no cheating. Shuffle right." I said. But I was really thinking about what was going on. Why was Dustin so interested in my private? I figured it was just curiosity and put it out of my mind. There was no way it was anything but curiosity. Not with Dustin. Dustin dealt the cards. I couldn't believe my luck! I had two Kings and two Aces! I threw away the four I had and received a six, but it didn't matter, because there was no way he was going to beat two pair. I put them down, knowing I had won. But then he laid down three threes and two fours. A full house. I lost. "Ha ha ha!" Dustin laughed. "Off they go!" I suddenly felt kind of sick. My face got really hot and my stomach began to twist. I slowly stood up. Then with a quick yank, I stood before him buck naked. My dick got caught in the elastic of my underwear and when it got free it bounced back and made a smacking sound as it hit my belly. Dustin just kind of stared at my face, afraid to look any lower. I sat back down and threw my underwear on top of his head. "Hey! Gross!" He said and threw my underwear onto his bed. I laughed and felt more relaxed. This wasn't so bad. There was nothing for me to be ashamed of. I think I have a pretty good body. Slowly, Dustin stopped staring at my face, but I could tell he was trying not to look directly at my privates. I thought it was pretty funny. I was the one who was supposed to be embarrassed. "It's just a penis, you know." I said laughing. "I don't know what you're so scared of. It's not like you've never seen it before." "Shut up! I'm not afraid." He said. "I think I'll jack off right here!" I said. "What!?!? No no!" He said, trying to stop me. I stood up and grabbed a hold of myself. Then stopped and looked at him. Sure enough, he was staring at my dick. "Ha ha! Made you look!" I joked. "I didn't!" He protested. But after that he wasn't afraid to take a peek every once in a while. In fact, the longer I sat there, the more comfortable we became about the whole situation. My wiener even started to return to normal size. Eventually Dustin said, "Ah hell with it!" Then he pulled his underwear off too. I couldn't believe it! Not only had Dustin done something totally crazy, but he had really grown since the last time I saw him. He had to be six inches, easily. He wasn't even at full size. And surrounding it all was a dark auburn patch of hair. "Jeez, Dust!" I said, amazed. "You grew!" Dustin just laughed a little. "Yeah... Last August it was about three inches. But ever since then it's been growing. It's weird isn't it?" "Weird isn't the word I had in mind..." I said. Dustin laughed a little. We continued playing cards for awhile. But finally, it was time for bed. Dustin crawled into his bed without bothering to put anything on and slid against the wall side of the bed. He invited me to join him. The bed was not as big as mine, but mine is a double bed. I slipped in next to him and reached up to turn off his desk lamp. When I laid back down, I could feel our bodies touching. Then something scary happened. I started to get the feeling. The feeling that I normally only got around Brett. I was feeling it inside me, that warm and happy feeling that I felt whenever I touched Brett's body. This was the first time I'd ever felt it with someone else. And even though it was a good feeling, I couldn't help but feel really bad about it. I felt like I was letting Brett down. Dustin, sound asleep, rolled over and his leg draped over mine. His arm stretched across my naked chest, and I felt his hard dick poke me in the side of my hip. I felt both the good and bad feelings growing inside me. I laid there for a long time before I fell into a troubled sleep, dreaming about that thing between Dustin's legs and doing things to it that I shouldn't have been doing. That's it for chapter four. Is anybody reading this anymore? I can't tell. Anyway, the next chapter, New Neighbor, will be along next week. 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