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To Corn or Not to Corn

AJ

7 days left

The gravel crunches under the truck's tires as Dad pulls up in the driveway of the Double H. Us four boys, well, now that I think about it, I guess the twins are men. Anyway, Zeke and Zack hop over the side of the pickup truck and help me and Beau out. Beau doesn't really need help, but something tells me tonight we both will be acting much much younger, hehee. 

"Now, I expect you two to come home early so you can shower and change clothes for school tomorrow," Dad says, leaning out his window to tell us the rules. "Stay here! No wondering around after everyone is asleep."

Zack leans over and hugs me from behind, saying, "Oh, I'll be keeping a close eye on our little man here."

"Hey, stop hugging my boyfriend!" Teases Beau, and Zack abandons me to shadow box with Beau over the right to hug me. It'd be so romantic if I wasn't laughing my ass off. 

Zeke and Dad talk back and forth while watching us kick up dust. I'm mostly cheering until Zack shifts behind me and uses my arms to punch at Beau. 

"Hey boys, Gran left us some hamburgers and chips. Let's go light a fire and cook them up," Zeke says, and Zack picks me up and Beau grabs my feet. Together, they run inside, with me yelling for Zeke's help. 

"Good luck tonight; call me if something goes wrong," dad says, and Zeke pats his arm, saying thanks.

By the time Zeke gets inside, shuts, and locks the front door, I'm sitting on the floor naked, pulling my pants off my legs. "Oh, that feels good. My cock needs to breathe. Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

Beau's jeans are around his ankles, and he's struggling to get my green shirt off his head. He's shuffling around, trying not to fall, and laughing at me. "Stop messing around; help me off with this shirt!" He giggles.

"Wow, you two don't waste any time. Nice ass, Beau," Zeke says, walking past us and slipping a wet finger up towards Beau's butthole.

"Hey! My butthole," Beau whines playfully. He finds the strength to pull my green shirt off his head while falling towards me and landing in my lap. "Well, since I'm here," he says, taking my balls into his mouth, making me yip and exhale with a smile.

"You're going to wash your hands, right?" Zack inquires about the butthole finger. Zeke spins around before entering the kitchen and sticks the whole finger in his mouth, sucking all of Beau's butt juices off. "Somehow, that's worse," Zack says as he watches Beau going to town between my legs. 

"Come on guys, if we all work together, we can cook, eat, clean, and then play," Zeke says, making a racket in the kitchen. 

Zack pulls me up to my feet unexpectedly, and my balls pop out of Beau's mouth, making me groan. I pinch my knees together and fake a cry, saying, "Oh my balls! My balls!"

Beau stands up laughing as he rushes to the side door that leads to the fire pit, and stops in his tracks. He turns and asks, "Zack, can we be naked outside?" Zack lets me go, and I hurry to the side door also. Zack looks into the kitchen and then looks over at us two standing at the door and nods, saying, "Sure, why not? No one else is camping here. The ranch should be empty."

"Yes!" Beau and I cheer, and he opens the door, and I follow him outside into the cool air. We get the fire going, the food cooked, and the food eaten. After all that, we end up enjoying the fire as it burns down. Zack is on one of the loungers, and I'm laying on top of him with my legs spread wide. His hands slide up and down from my thighs to my stomach. 

"I love the feel of the cool night on my privates," I tell my brothers.

They laugh, and Beau says, "That might be the oddest thing you've said."

I join them in laughing and lay there, enjoying Zack's touch. 

"Let's head inside," suggests Zeke. 

Beau jumps up and asks, "Zeke, will you fuck me hard this time?"

He looks over at me climbing off Zack, asking, "Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, we talked about this and agreed that as long as it was with our brothers, it was just for fun," I unsurely answer him, and Zack leans down to kiss me. I whispering to Zack, making sure we're all on the same page, "Will Aiden be okay with this?" After greeting me with a smile and a kiss, he reaches down and places his middle finger in my butthole.

"Mmmmm," I moan in his mouth. Zack picks me up and carries me inside, right behind Beau, leading Zeke by the hand. The four of us head into the living room, and Zack sets me down on the couch. He touches me gently, petting me as I sit and exhale slowly. He licks each of my nipples, making my toes curl. He creates baby kiss trails from my nipples to my belly button, where he licks and kisses my innie. It's incredible that he remembers that this drives me crazy. 

I check on Beau to see how he's doing as a soft moan escapes my lips as Zack moves to my soft two-and-a-half-inch cock, which he gives a quick lick. Then he moves to my balls, rolling them around and encompassing them in warm, wet softness. I extend my legs out, and they quiver. Zack works his arms under me and pulls my knees up to my ears, exposing my tight brown star. His mouth moves to my limp cock with a slow, long lick. 

Taking his hand, he gives me two fingers to suck on, and I take them gracefully. He has me balled up tightly, giving me not much room to jerk and twitch, forcing me to just lay here and enjoy the sexual pressure. His fingers pulled from my mouth, giving me a chance to check on Beau. While I do, he quickly rubs my saliva around my hole. Then, as he continues to suck me, he works in both fingers to the first knuckle, ripping my attention back to him. Before I knew what I was saying, I moaned, "Zackkk... mmmm... ahhh-deeper."

Beau

I love AJ; don't get me wrong, but Zeke isn't afraid to get... rough with me. I love having sex with AJ, but he loves it slow, sweet, and caring, and that is what I've always wanted from someone. After years of having sweaty men do whatever their wives' or girlfriends wouldn't allow them to, I was ready for some sweet and caring sex. But every once in a while, I get an itch. I have an itch to have strong hands handle me, pinch my nipples, pull my hair, and hold me down. To spank me and heat up my ass before pounding it without mercy. I can't get that from AJ, but lately Zeke has been scratching that itch., without AJ knowing. He knows about a couple times, but we've been doing a lot lately and it hasn't always been about sex.

Zeke rotates me, seizes my hair, causes me to avert my gaze, and engages in an extended kiss in which our tongues entwine and investigate one another. He backs us to the middle of the living room, and he slaps my ass, making a very loud SMACK! I jump and yimp in his mouth. His hands squeeze my asscheeks, pulling them painfully apart and rolling them around. His approaching fingers get closer and closer to my asshole, causing it to twitch in response. Then, just before I feel his touch enter me, he slaps my asshole hard. The sting travels up my ass, bringing my insides alive. 

Zeke pulls my head back and whispers, "Beau, what do you want?"

"Cock," I whimper, "please, I want cock."

Again, he slaps my ass, causing me to leap closer to him and clench my teeth. "Do you remember the safe word?" He asks, and I nod my head. "Say it; I need to hear it, Beau."

"Corn, the safe word is corn," I whisper, and to reward me, he slaps my asscheeks. I HISSS and he kisses me again. He lowers me on the floor and pulls his face away from me, biting my bottom lip. 

"So, how rough do you want me to get?"

I look up and roll my eyes, so I can see the AJ. He is sitting on the couch with Zack holding his legs wide, and he seems to be making a meal from AJ's ass. He looks like he's enjoying himself. He's moaning and pulling at his short golden hair as Zack's tongue fucks him. He definitely seems to be enjoying himself. I know he agreed to try this because he feels weird when I talk rough to him as I pound his sweet spot. I figured it couldn't hurt; I get to be fucked a little rougher, and AJ gets to spend guilt free intimate time with Zack. 

"I'm yours to play with," I answer Zeke, and he smiles down at me while reaching for my nuts! He squeezes them, and I grunt in pain. 

AJ

Zack's tongue work is as amazing as it was the first time he did this for me. I hear the smacking of Zeke's hand on my boyfriend's bottom. He sure is getting spanked hard. His `need' for this type of spanking is a mystery to me. I've tried to do it for him, but there is something lost in it for him when he has to explain to me how to do it. Who knew there was a wrong way to spank someone? I could tell he wasn't happy when I did it for him, so I told him Zeke used to do rough sex all the time with his ex-boyfriend from the Docker Estate. 

The more he thought about it, the more I could tell he wanted to try it, and after talking to Zack and Zeke, we set up a brother's night. I wasn't sure about it at first, but the twins convinced me that if I joined him, it could be a brother thing. That nothing we did really meant anything and that I would have a good time also. The first time we did it, right after we moved here, I wasn't into it. Beau seemed to have a good time, and I was so worried he'd get hurt. Later, all he could talk about was how much he loved it. 

Suddenly, Zack nibbles on the skin behind my balls, bringing me back to the moment with an "Ow!"

"Sorry, little man, you looked lost in something else," Zack says, following my eyeline to Beau, who is squirming as Zeke is stretching out his hole with three fingers. Beau, between the two of us, is the top, and unless it's a special event like my birthday or Valentine's Day, is always the top. I would think Zeke will have to work on stretching his tight rosebud, but he's really stretching him out all at once instead a little at a time. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" Zack asks me pulling my attention from my boyfriend's torture, and I bite my lip, nodding. 

Zack picks me up and spins me around, putting my back to Beau, so he can sit on the couch with me sitting on his crotch. He stares at me, and for some reason I subconsciously feel exposed and move my arms to cover my chest. What am I doing? This is Zack. Zack was my first boyfriend. He took my cherry, and for some reason, I just feel... embarrassed. "I mean, it feels good and all. Isn't that what matters?" I try to justify what's going on behind me.

"Something tells me," Zack says, and he draws a finger from my soft two-and-a-half-inch cock up across my little boy's abs, up my chest, and boops my chin. "-you're not into this, and I don't think it's because of me."

Beau

"Suck me, baby brother," Zeke orders me as he slaps me in the face with his semi-hard six-inch heatlhy cock. "Come on. Suck me, do it, or I'll have to punish you."

He continues to slap me in the face, and I can't get it in my mouth with the way he's moving it around. I try to grab it with my hands because my mouth is watering for that cock, and without warning, he grabs me by the hair and smashes my face into his sweaty pubic hair. His course brown hair scratches my face as he grinds it into his crotch. 

"Don't use your hands, baby brother," Zeke says, pulling me from his crotch. This time he feeds his cock into my mouth, and I suck on the first three inches pretty easily. I give off a little moan and enjoy the taste of my meal. Soon after I started, his cock began to grow in girth and length. About that time, three inches wasn't good enough, and Zeke began to feed me more of his cock each time the tip passed my lips. Deeper and deeper, it travels down my throat, making me cough and gag. My eyes begin to tear up, and extra saliva drools from around his cock as it slides in and out of my mouth at a slow pace. 

My loud choking and gagging must have become a concern for my big brother, because Zeke grabs my hair and makes me stop. It's been a long time since I've sucked a long cock. As an seven or eight year old some of the cock I was fed was so long they used to make me throw up. I sit back on my knees and let my drool pour out of my mouth, covering my chest. I can't help but think about how much out of practice I am. Looking into Zeke's face, I can see the concern I suspected, so I give him a little smile to let him know I'm good and am enjoying myself. 

After returning my smile, Zeke pushes me roughly around and to the ground on all fours in front of AJ. I try to move at a different angle, but he moves me right back. AJ turns on Zack's lap to look at me at my most vulnerable, and I am sure I can see him trembling. Was the choking and gagging too much for him to handle? Maybe I should use the safe word. I put my head down on the floor to hide my facial expression from AJ. I'm sure the pain will be incredible knowing the true size of Zeke's cock. I don't want AJ to see that. I bare down and prepared for Zeke's saliva-slicked monster cock, but before he jams it in, he grabs me by the hair and pulls my head up to look at AJ. "Come on, man," I beg as I start to feel guilty about freaking AJ out. I don't want to say `Corn' and stop this, but seeing AJ's face is getting too much, so I plead with Zeke, "Let's head to the bedroom or something."

"I thought you wanted my cock, Beau? You sure did love sucking it. Let's see if your other end is as needy," Zeke harshly says as he readies himself to pierce my ass. 

"Zeke," says Zack, bringing his twins' focus to AJ's face. Zeke freezes, as if he just notices AJ's mannerisms. 

AJ climbs off of Zack and removes Zeke's hand from my hair. He then embraces me in a hug, and I can feel his tears fall on my shoulders. "Hey, hey, everything's okay. I was in control; I could have said the safe word anytime. Please don't cry, AJ," I softly tell him.

"Yeah, little man, we were just playing," Zeke says, patting AJ on the back. 

Zack stands up and says, "Zeke, let's, um, check the fire and give the boys some time."

The twins get up and leave us alone, sitting naked on the light blue and white throw rug. "AJ, what's wrong? You said you were good with this," I ask him. 

He sniffles and says, "I don't understand why anyone would want someone to be so mean to them."

"Think of it as a game. Kind of like role-playing. Zeke loves me and isn't going to hurt me, and if it becomes too much for me, I can always say the safe word."

He pushes his face away from me and looks me into my eyes, saying, "The fact that you need a safe word means you are asking Zeke to hurt you." He gently kisses my lips and whispers, "I don't want you hurt. You don't need to hurt anymore to feel loved," and then he kisses me again, deeply, meaningfully, and lovingly.

After what seems like forever, the best kiss I've ever had ends, and AJ sits back on his knees, and I tell him, "You always take my breath away."

"Can we forget about rough sex and just enjoy the evening? Maybe play around a little with each other," AJ asks, blushing. 

"I would love to," I tell him, and I kiss him again. I stand up and take his hand, helping him to his feet. Holding his arm over his head, I spin him around to check out everything my little boyfriend has to offer. He spins slowly and nibbles on one of his fingers, looking completely and utterly adorable. His little bubble-butt always sticks out when he's naked, looking cute as hell. No wonder why Zack loves to eat it. "Would you like to go outside and sit with me?" I ask him, and he nods with his finger still in his mouth. 

AJ

Beau takes me by the hand and leads me outside to sit by the fire. I feel terrible that I ruined his fun, but I plan on making it up to him. We get outside and find Zack sitting on the picnic table naked, with Zeke sucking his cock. "Let's sit down here and watch, okay?" Beau asks me and sits down on a beige lounger next to the fire. 

As I curled up in the same lounger he's in, he enticed me closer so that we could be completely entwined. We watch the twins give us a live porno show, and I spin to face Beau. I kiss him lovingly and feel his muscles down his back all the way to his butt. Not just muscles because he's active like mine. Beau works at it like an hour a day with Zeke; he's ripped, and I love feeling how strong he is. 

Feeling that my cock is at full mast finally, Beau asks, "What do you say? Should we join the show?" Laying on his back, he offers for me to climb on. I climb onto Beau's chest with a smirk at how naughty I feel and slide up to his shoulders. My cock sides into his mouth, giving me a warm, amazing soft wet feeling that takes over my body and quiets the thoughts in my head. I don't have to worry about school, bullies, Colt, or anything else, all there is is sex. I love sex.

4 Days Left

At Beau's Lacrosse Game

Pound, pound... pound, pound... "We will, we will, rock you!" Pound, pound... we scream this out at the top of our lungs as we pound our feet to the beat on the bleachers with the rest of the crowd. Lacrosse games are so much fun. There must be everyone from the three schools here watching the game. Cute little boys from kindergarten all the way to a whole section of high schoolers on their own bleachers, all screaming and pounding their feet as they sing. 

The singing subsides and is replaced by pure cheering and screaming as the players head back to the field. "Mom, mom, look there, it's Beau! It's Beau!" Colt yells as he stands and waves to his big brother.

Heading out to the center of the field, Beau is wearing the number `17' on his black and gold jersey. I wave excitedly to him, even though I know he has no idea where we are, but there is always a chance that he might see me. Beau and the other team center meet in the middle, readying themselves for the referee to toss the ball. As soon as the whistle blows and the ball is tossed, six boys begin to beat each other with sticks while rustling for the ball. We can hear the sticks cracking together all the way up here in the stands. Mom whistles so loudly that even the kids down on the team bench look up in our direction, making me and Colt giggle.

My eyes wonder, and I watch the Pep-band play after my boyfriend scores. Beau jumps around, holding his stick in the air, and the team all hurry to him, smacking their sticks on his, sending the CRACK'ing sounds up to all of us in the audience. The pep-band plays the school song as they swing their brass horns back and forth. 

"Mom, can I go talk to the kids in the band?" I ask, pulling on her sleeve to get her attention from the game. 

"Honey, I don't know. I don't think that's a good idea. There are a lot of people here."

"Come on, mom, I'm almost thirteen. There are kindergarteners running around. I just want to go talk to the band members," I whine. 

She thinks it over quickly and says, "Okay, AJ, but you're taking Colt with you."

"Moooommm!"

"Or sit down," she sharply says, and I can tell by the look in her face that she's done negotiating. 

I look at Colt as I think it over, and he leans over to me and promises, "I'w be good, I promise."

"Fine, we'll be back."

Banging comes from our feet as Colt and I run down the metal bleachers. We get off the bleachers and weave our way through the crowd on the ground. I lead Colt through a group of high schoolers down by the team bench. I was hoping that no one would pay us any mind, but that's not what happened.

"Hey Brainiac, it's so nice to see you outside of class." I recognize the voice, and so when Colt stops to see who said that, I grab his hand and pull him through the crowd. I'm in such a hurry to get away that I run right into Gordon Lessman, the bully that I'm pretty sure stole my hearing aid on Monday. He grabs me by a handful of my shirt and asks, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Let me go, Gordon!" I shout and pry at his fingers to no avail?.

"Hey! Wet go of my brother!" Colt shouts looking very intimidating for a ten-year-old.

"Sure, I'll let you go. But it will cost you a hearing aid," Gordon says, laughing. His friends, who I now notice we are surrounded by, give Colt and I little shoves to keep us in the middle of the group.

Colt looks like he's about to start throwing punches and go down swinging. I hold out my hands to calm down Colt. 

I look around in between Gordon's goons for anyone for help, but I think, for Colt, I'm going to have to give up my hearing aid. Gordon holds out his hand, and I sigh and lift my hand to my ear when I hear a deep voice from the team bench. "Lessman! Let go of him! Nobody wants a fight here."

The goon squad scatters, leaving Gordon, Colt, and I with a clear view of my savior. A very large, very tanned player in goalie pads stares down at Gordon. I can feel his grip on my shirt loosen as they stare at each other, so I pull the rest of my shirt from his grip. I don't stick around to see what happens next. I shout, "Thanks," and pull Colt through the crowd. 

"You're welcome, uso," says the goalkeeper.

Once we get to the pep-band Kye sees me coming and meets us at the edge of the band. "Hey, AJ, who's this?" Kye asks and messes up Colt's hair. 

Looking over my shoulder, I search the crowd for Gordon. "Yeah, he's my youngest brother."

"Youngest brother, how many are there?"

"There's seven of us: Wana, Missy, Zack and Zeke, A-yay, Beau, and me," Colt rattles off our family names with an eye on the crowd for those bullies.

"Wow, I had no idea. AJ, who are you looking for?"

"Gordon found me as we were on our way here. He wanted my hearing aid to let us go."

Kye looks through the crowd and says, "What's with that guy? How'd you get away?"

"The lacrosse goalie stopped him, and Gordon crumpled when he threatened him. One of these days, he's going to pound me," I admit. "You guys sound great, by the way," I add. 

"Thanks; when are you going to join us?" Kye asks in a kind of teasing way. 

"When you figure out how to get a piano out here on the football field," I tease back. 

We laugh about how someone would get a piano out here in the grass field. After our team scores two more times, I tell Kye that we better get back, and Colt and I head back to where Dad, Mom, Pop, and Gran are sitting. 

"Don't say anything about Gordon to Mom and Dad; understand," I tell Colt. 

"Okay, no probwem; I understand. How are you going to deaw with him?"

I flash a smile as I think about Bobby Ton, and I wrap my arm around Colt's shoulder reassuring my brother, "Don't worry, I've dealt with bullies before."

Beau

The whistle blows over and over until all the boys stop fighting, and that takes a while. I'm trying to get to my feet after one of the defenders on the other team cross-checked me in the legs and there is suddenly an enormous pain in my right knee. The foul they got isn't enough, though, and our forwards jump that kid that took me out. Before I knew it, the referees were having a hard time keeping the benches from emptying. 

Ben Lee was the first to come to my aid. "Hey, you good?" He asks. 

"No, something's wrong with my knee," I say in a panic.

The trainer and the team nurse get to me. They have me test moving my toes and then my knees, asking if I can make it to the bench. "I think so. My right knee hurts a lot, but they still move." The trainer helps me to my feet, and with Ben's help, I limp over to the bench under my own power. Once the fight broke up, each team had one person in the penalty box for starting the brawl, and then the guy who cross-checked me from behind got an unsportsmanlike conduct penalty and was taken out of the game by his own coach.

The trainer sits me on the bench, and my team members walk past and give me fist bumps, showing their support. The coach comes over as the trainer takes off my shin pads to check my legs. "Hey kid, how's my scorer?" Coach asks and bumps my fist. 

"I'm good, coach. Put me back in," I tell him, wincing a little as the trainer moves my legs around, checking for my knee movements. 

"Sure, but after the trainer says you're okay, just hang in there," he says, heading back to watching the field. 

I take off my gloves and throw them at the water jugs. The trainer retrieves my gloves and says, "Well, I don't think anything is ripped or broken. Why don't you try to walk around for a little while and tell me how it feels?"

I nod, stand up, and begin to limp around. I put my gloves in my helmet and grab my stick, using it to help keep my weight off that knee, heading to stand next to the coach. 

The coach looks a little surprised to see me and asks, "You good? Jump up for me."

I jump a little and suck up the pain so that I look fine. "I'm good coach; can I go in?"

He smiles at me and chuckles. He messes up my sweaty hair, saying, "This isn't my first coaching day. You just hang with me for at least a quarter, and we'll see."

It just pisses me off so bad that the asshole cross-checked me! I didn't even have the ball; I was just calling plays. That fucker was just pissed because I got three of our four scores. It looks like we're going to win the game, but honestly, I don't really care about who wins. I just want to play. That asshole eventually exits the penalty box, but not before we have scored once more. Halfway through the last quarter, Coach calls a timeout.

"Come with me; the guys need to see you're okay." Coach tells me, and I do my best to follow him on the field without limping. 

While others rub my head, some of the guys give me back pats. I tell them I'm good, and the coach gains the team's attention by holding his hand up. "You guys are smoking hot out there. Great job! You stepped up when we were down a man to the penalty box," Coach says, and the kid that started the brawl and me bump fist before he continues, "so I need you to keep it up and hit them hard. As far as I'm concerned, the score is 0 to 0, and I need you to go out there and get the point to win this game." Coach puts his arm in the middle of the huddle, and all of us follow suit. Then the coach starts jumping and yelling, "Ready! Ready! Get ready!"

We break up, and I bump fist with team members that didn't do it before, and I head back to the sidelines. The referee blows the whistle and tosses the ball. "Coach, can I go back in?" I'm getting a bad feeling about this. 

"You did a great job, Beau, and we're going to win this because thanks mostly to you. I think I'll save you for the rest of the season. You rest up today."

Shit! I was afraid of that. 

We end up winning the game, and I scored most of the goals, so I do feel good about that, but I am still pissed I was taken out. Coach was right when he told me that I'm not watching everything around me. If my head had been on a swivel, I would have seen that asshole come up behind me. So, I guess I'm the only one I can blame. Sucks though. Dad and Mom meet me at the team bench when the game was over. 

Dad and the coach talk over how hurt I am, and Mom talks to me. I do love when she babys me. I don't even care if it's in front of my friends or teammates. Normally, my friends say that it's terrible when their mom babies them, but when you don't have a mom and one steps up to take the job, you're a little more open to letting her do whatever she wants. 

Coach heads into the locker room, and Dad comes over to us. He hugs me and says, "You were awesome out there, kiddo; I'm so proud of you."

"What did he say?" My mom asks.

Dad looks down on me and suggests, "Beau, do you think you can go change and shower for me?"

"I'll make sure he's okay, Mr. Colter," says Tane Leoto, our goalkeeper, from behind me. 

He pats my back, and we head off into the locker room while Dad and Mom talk about my legs. "How bad are the legs, uso?" Tane asks about getting the door for me. 

"Good, they're good, really," I tell him, using the wall to help me balance. 

"Yeah, sure, uso. If you say so."

"Why do you keep calling me `uso'?"

He helps me to the bench where my locker is, and I take a seat. I unhook the straps for my chest pads, and Tane helps me pull them off. "It means `brother' in samoan," he responds to my question and hands me my pads.

"Thanks," I tell him shoving them in my bag asking, "So we're brothers now?"

He slaps me on the shoulder, making a sound that seems to echo around me. "We are all brothers, uso," he says with that goofy smile of his.

"I can help you get in the shower if you like, but I need to go to my locker first to get ready. I'll be right back," Tane offers, and I shamefully nod. I strip off the rest of my clothes, and other than a few teammates telling me I did a good job, I'm left in peace. By the time the very large naked Samoan comes to help me, I'm naked and have my shower bag covering my soft small dick and tiny balls compared to the elephant trunk and two billiard balls swinging between the legs of the large Samoan.

Being more worried about my legs, I don't even look around at the other naked teammates showering. It takes a lot of concentration just to just stand without pain. I hear a couple of teammates saying that I deserve it for showboating, and I just ignore them because I'm in no shape to kick their ass. 

"Is he your boyfriend?" Tane asks, shocking me.

"Who?" I respond by looking around.

Tane smiles and says, "The little boy with the glasses and hearing aid."

"Oh, yeah, that's AJ. Where did you see him?"

"I see him around school. He frequently receives bullying because he intimidates a lot of the kids. I hear he's supposed to be super smart."

"Yeah, he is. He's the best boyfriend and brother I could ever have. I love him." I tell him and wait for him to raze me for being gay, but he doesn't. 

"I think that's very brave of you both. When I'm around him at school, he'll be safe. You can count on me, uso," Tane says, turning off the water for me. 

"Thanks Tane."