Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2022 20:07:48 -0500
From: Keith Yates <keith.96@att.net>
Subject: Devyn's Struggle 54

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Devyn's Struggle
Chapter 54

Sam had been right about Steve wanting to leave early Saturday
morning. They were practically up with the sun. Devyn was accustomed to
being up early but it was obvious that Sam was not. It took a great deal of
coaxing on both Janet and Devyn's part to get Sam up and ready.

Once Sam fully woke up and had some caffeine, he was his usually fun and
goofy self. Devyn also found both Steve and Janet to be fun and silly. It
was the first time Devyn had felt this level of acceptance that did not
involve Joe.

Steve seemed to genuinely care about Sam's mom and about Sam. It felt like
this weekend trip was going to turn out to be great fun. Devyn was glad Sam
had invited him and that he had agreed. They talked, laughed, and even sang
a bit on the four-hour road trip.

"I got us an early check in at the hotel," Steve was telling them. "There
is a pool and a nearby shopping center with a theater. I thought you might
want to swim or go watch a movie this afternoon. Janet and I will be going
out tonight."

"Can we trust the two of you alone?" Janet looked at Devyn and then her
gaze settled on Sam.

"What the heck you think we are going to do?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," Janet said, "maybe pull a fire alarm."

"That was an accident!"

"How do you accidently pull the fire alarm?" Devyn asked.

"Good question," Janet said, staring at her son.

"I was set up!"

"There will be no fire alarms," Devyn promised.

"There had better not be." Janet looked again at Sam.

Devyn was surprised how nice the hotel was. He was expecting something more
low end but the place was nice. Other than the one night he had spent with
Joe in a hotel room, Devyn had not been in a hotel since working for
Tom. The memory of the actor, Robbie, popped into Devyn's head. That had
been one of the nicest hotels. Devyn could not help but wonder how Robbie
was doing. He had been one of the hottest of the customers and he had been
one of the nicest. He knew Robbie's series was still on. He had caught a
few episodes. The guy was still damn hot and the show was not afraid to use
Robbie's hot looks.

"You alright?" Sam had noticed Devyn's far off look as they were checking
in. They were walking down the corridor to their room.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Devyn stopped with Sam in front of the room. Sam used the
key card to unlock the door and they went inside.

"Wow this room is cool." Sam was looking around the room. It had two queen
sized beds, so Sam and Devyn would not be required to share.

Janet had followed them into the room. "We are right next door," she
said. "Don't destroy the room."

"We won't," Devyn said.

"Which bed do you want?" Sam asked.

"It doesn't matter."

Sam took the bed nearest the window and Devyn took the other bed.

Steven and Janet carried their bags into the adjoining room. "Feel free to
go down to the pool," Steve said before leaving. "If you need drinks or
anything just charge it to the room."

"Do NOT get carried away," Janet said, looking from Sam to Devyn and then
back at Sam.

"Let the boys have a little fun," Steve said.

"We won't go overboard," Devyn said. He had his own cash and Joe had handed
him a credit card for an emergency. It had given Devyn a warm feeling
knowing Joe trusted him that much.

"How about it," Sam asked, "you want to hit the pool?"

"Sounds good."

Devyn followed Sam's lead and began undressing. He guessed if Sam was all
right with being naked, then Devyn was not going to have a problem with it
either.

Although Devyn and Sam had gym together, they had not seen each other
naked. Since gym was next to last period, they did not shower. Devyn knew
he would just be going home to take care of calves and would just have to
shower again.

Devyn stripped off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and was soon down to his
underwear.

"You know those look like superhero underwear." Sam was looking at Devyn
standing there in the blue boxer briefs with red piping around the legs and
waist.

Devyn could not help but remember Charlie saying the same thing. He
shrugged his shoulders. "I guess."

"Do, um, girls find them hot?"

"I, um guess."

"I guess I need to get me some of them."

"Doesn't Lori like your Hanes?" Devyn was looking at Sam standing in only
his white Hanes underwear.

"Um, she, um, hasn't seen me in them. We, um, haven't gotten that far."

"Nothing wrong with taking it slow." Devyn found his swim trunks in his
bag. He then glanced at Sam again. The guy was still standing there Devyn
wondered if Sam was waiting to see what he was going to do.

Devyn slid down his underwear and added them to the pile of clothes on the
bed. He did not look at Sam as he pulled on his swim trunks. He was sure
that he felt Sam's eyes checking him out. Devyn just was not sure if that
was fact or just his overactive sex drive. He knew that Sam was
straight. He also knew that he liked Sam and Sam was attractive. If Charlie
were not in the picture and Sam was gay, then maybe there would be more
between them. Right now, though, Devyn liked having Sam as his best
friend. He was not going to do anything to mess that up.

After pulling on his swim trunks and adjusting himself, Devyn glanced back
at Sam. Sam had turned away from Devyn and was looking through his bag
now. He had shucked his underwear. He was standing there next to the bed
naked. Devyn had been right; Sam did have some golden fuzz on his
ass. Devyn had a momentary impulse to find out what that felt like against
his palm. He quickly pushed down that train of thought.

Sam found his swim trunks and pulled them on. He reached inside and
adjusted his teenage equipment into a more comfortable position. He then
turned back to Devyn. "You ready?"

"Sure." After sliding the plastic key card into the pocket of his trunks,
Devyn followed Sam out of the room.

# # #

Devyn and Sam spent most of the afternoon at the pool. Devyn was able to
forget about his earlier sexual feelings towards Sam as they swam and
horsed around. They spent considerable time trying to dunk the other
one. It was easy to have fun with Sam and Devyn was just enjoying hanging
out with his friend.

They pulled themselves out of the pool and moved dripping to a couple of
lounge chairs to rest.

"Isn't this cool," Sam said. "I rarely get a chance to swim in a real pool
like this. Mostly it is a small above ground or a pond. But until Mom
started seeing Steve, we could never, um, afford stuff like this."

"Steve seems like a good guy and your mom seems to like him a lot."

"He is a good guy," Sam said. "He's not like her last guy. That dude was a
dirt bag. He didn't treat her right."

"I'm glad he invited me along. This is really cool."

"Did you get to do stuff like this before, ah, moving here?"

"We didn't take many vacations. My Dad worked a lot." Devyn remembered
going on fishing trips with his grandparents more than trips with his
parents. "We mostly did stuff that didn't cost much."

"So, this is a first for you?"

"Um, yeah at a hotel like this." When Devyn had visited hotels in the past,
he had not been given an opportunity to check out the hotel's amenities. He
had been more like one of the amenities that Tom's customer had paid for.

"But you got the chance to hang out at a real pool?"

"At a friends." Devyn could remember that elaborate outdoor inground pool
and patio. The pool had been considerably bigger than this one. The patio
around it had also been elegant. The lounge chairs had been larger and more
comfortable. The "friend" had technically been a customer but maybe a
little more. Devyn would like to think he had meant more to Mr. Fairbanks
than just a fuck toy. Of course, they had not started out that way. It had
just been one more of Tom's strange customers at first.


# # #

Devyn's tongue ran nervously over his lips as the car was driving through
the gates of the exclusive community. He was looking out the window and
watching Judge Green's house pass by as they drove deeper into the
neighborhood. The houses became more elegant and the estates larger as they
drove deeper into the community.

"You nervous?" Tom asked.

"A little," Devyn answered honestly. "This job is a bit odd compared to the
others."

"The client is just wanting to live out a fantasy just like the others,"
Tom said. "You remember everything I told you?"

"Yes," Devyn said.

"Good boy," Tom said, placing his hand on Devyn's bare leg. Tom gave it a
squeeze. His fingers slid higher, feeling the teenager's smooth skin. "Did
you remember to take your medicine?"

Devyn looked down at Tom's hand on his leg. It is right up against his
crotch now. He can already feel his teenage equipment beginning to
respond. "Yes, I took them."

"Good, it will help you get into the game," Tom said as he was pulling up
in front of the mansion. "Try and have fun with it. This guy is paying us a
big load for your services this afternoon."

"I'll try Tom," Devyn said as he was opening the car door.

Devyn grabbed the duffle bag from the floor and got out of the car. He
moved slowly towards the gate to the west side of the house. It was
unlocked like the instructions had said. Devyn went through being sure to
lock it behind him. That was also what the instruction had said. It was not
like Devyn was going to forget that part. There was no way he wanted to be
caught.

Devyn followed the path around the side of the house through elegant flower
gardens. The colors were brilliant in the early afternoon sun. The brick
path brought him out on the patio. He looked around and saw no one. He
moved to the nearest lounge chair and dropped his duffel bag. He looked
towards the back of the house and saw no one at any of the windows. He is
not sure if he would see them even if they were there. He opens the duffle
bag and takes out the bottle of water that he had put in there earlier. He
twists off the top and takes a long drink. He looked around again at the
massive yard, the huge inground swimming pool and the patio
furniture. Devyn was sure Tom was making a mint off this afternoon. It was
obvious these people were loaded.

Devyn checked the list of instructions in his duffel bag. He wanted to make
sure that he did not forget anything. He knows that Tom will be pissed if
the client is not satisfied. He puts down the water and the list of
instructions. He then goes to the storage cabinet that is to one side of
the pool and against the back of the house. It is unlocked and Devyn takes
out the tools he will need to clean up the patio and to clean the pool.

The sun is beating down on the teenager as he is working. The skin tight
khaki shorts hug every curve of his teenage butt. The light blue polo shirt
with "Pool Boy," on the left chest is clinging to his body as he is
working.

Devyn pauses for a moment to look at the house. He still cannot see anyone
at the door or the windows. He wonders if he is being watched. He assumes
he is. It must be part of the crazy game this client is playing.

Devyn finishes cleaning up the patio and the pool. He looks at the inviting
water. His shirt is clinging even more tightly to his sweaty body. He looks
again at the house. He is standing at the opposite side of the pool looking
towards the back of the house. Reaching down he grips the hem of his shirt
and slowly pulls it up. The warm afternoon sun kisses his smooth skin. The
light breeze feels good against his sweaty skin.

Devyn moves around the pool to the lounge chair where he had put his
duffel. He drops his shirt on the chair and picks up his water. He lifts it
to his lips and takes a long drink. He then gathers up the tools he was
using and puts them away. The patio is clean and the pool looks cool and
inviting.

Devyn's eyes travel over the back of the house. He then looks around the
yard. There is no one about. He only hears birds chirping in the trees and
a few bees buzzing in the flower garden. He kicks off his shoes and then
peels off his socks. He looks again a bit nervously at the house before
sliding down the khaki shorts. He drops them onto the chair with his other
clothes. He then peels off his underwear and dumps them on top of his
clothes. He moves naked to the edge of the pool and dives in. It is the
first time that Devyn has been swimming naked. He finds it a little
exciting. The water is refreshing after the work he did on the patio. He
swims a few laps and feels his teenage equipment starting to plump up. He
reaches down and fondles his member, feeling it growing as he gives it a
few strokes.

"Just what the fuck do you think you are doing!" The man's voice cuts
across the pool. Devyn looks up at the man standing there at the end
nearest the house. Devyn is sure the man has been inside watching him the
entire time.

"Um, I, um, was, um..." Devyn stammered as he was swimming towards the
man. The man is standing between Devyn and his clothes. Devyn's eyes travel
over the man's lean body. He's wearing an unbuttoned yellow shirt revealing
his chest with a tight stomach. The man's chest has dark hair on it and
there is a line that leads down across his stomach and into a pair of blue
shorts. The blue shorts are filled out in front so Devyn knows the guy is
at least semi-erect. The man's legs also have some dark hair and he's
wearing a pair of flip flops.

"I asked you a question boy," The man is looking down at the teenager in
the water.

"I was just cooling off." Devyn looks up into the man's dark eyes. The man
is probably thirty years older than Devyn and kind of handsome. "I, um
finished early and um, just thought..."

"You just thought you would make use of my pool," the man said.

"I, um, am, um sorry Mr. Fairbanks," Devyn stammered out nervously.

"You are sorry, you are sorry. Do you think we are paying for you to swim
in our pool and play with yourself? Yes, I caught you playing with that
little dick of yours Pool Boy.:"

Devyn looks down, not meeting the man's eyes. He wonders if the man will
assume he's embarrassed. He hopes this is all part of the game this man
wanted.

"You going to say anything for yourself before I call your boss and have
you fired?" Mr. Fairbanks asked.

"Mr. Fairbanks, please don't tell my boss." Devyn looks up at the man who
is towering over him at the edge of the pool. "It won't happen again."

"You're damn right it won't," he said, "because your ass is going to be
fired."

"Please Sir," Devyn begs. "I'll do anything, please don't tell my boss
about this."

"You will do anything huh?" Mr. Fairbanks is looking down with his lips
curved up into a sneer.

"Yes Sir." Devyn looks up at the man. Devyn's soft brown eyes are pleading
for the man to take pity on him.

Fairbanks takes a couple steps back from the edge of the pool. "Get out of
my pool."

Devyn moves closer to the edge and pulls his wet body out of the water. The
water cascades down his naked body as he starts to stand.

"No, stay down there Pool Boy." Mr. Fairbanks ordered.

Devyn kneels there on his knees looking up at the man. His youthful face
and hairless body being inspected by the man.

"Just how old are you kid?" He asked as he was studying Devyn's
appearance. His eyes traveling from Devyn's soft brown eyes, over his
smooth chest, down over the smooth crotch and semi-erect penis.

"I'm eighteen," Devyn lied. It was the age Tom had told him to
say. Normally the customers wanted a younger guy but this guy was looking
for a slightly older teenager.

"Are you really?" He grasped Devyn's chin forcing the teenager to look up
at him. "You look barely fourteen."

"I have one of those faces," Devyn said, his brown eyes looking into the
man's dark eyes. He can see something there. There is a hint of lust and
something else.

"So, you will do anything just to keep me from calling your boss, huh?" He
releases Devyn's face.

"Yes, sir, just please don't call him." Devyn hopes his pleading look is
coming across. He's never tried acting until now. Devyn then looks from the
man's eyes over the man's chest and down to the bulge in the man's
shorts. He runs his tongue over his lips as he is looking at the man's
basket.

"You fucking pool boys are all the same," he said sneering down at
Devyn. "You all want one thing, don't you?"

"Um, Sir?" Devyn looked a question up at the man standing over him. He was
hoping he could convey the desire in his eyes that the man wants.

"You know you have one thing on your horny little cock sucking mind, don't
you Pool Boy?" He is rubbing the front of his shorts.

Devyn's eyes follow the man's hand and watches as he is rubbing himself. He
feels his own cock starting to plump up even more. There is either some
part of his brain that is enjoying this game or some other factor is
increasing his desire.

"You can't take your eyes off of it can you." The man's fingers nimbly pop
the buttons on his shorts. He pushes them down a bit revealing a dark patch
of pubic hair.

Devyn runs his tongue over his lips again. He knows the customers usually
like it when he does that. He looks up briefly at the man's eyes. They are
locked onto Devyn. Devyn then looks back at the man's crotch.

"Come on Pool Boy tell me what you will do so I don't call your boss and
have your fucking ass fired." Fairbanks is watching the teenager
closely. He is a little surprised by the boy's youthful appearance. He had
expected someone older. He hoped this kid really was eighteen. He had gone
too far already to stop this now. Plus, the funds had already been
transferred.

"I'll, I'll, um, suck you Sir," Devyn said looking from the man's crotch up
into the man's eyes.

"That is what you want, isn't it Pool Boy? You are nothing but a fucking
little cock sucker." He pushes at his shorts and they drop to the
ground. His cock hangs there from a patch of dark pubes and over to large
balls that are also covered in dark hair.

Devyn looks at the cock hanging there. He is a little surprised that the
man is not harder. He wonders if maybe he isn't doing a good enough job.

"Like what you see Pool Boy!"

"Oh yes Sir," Devyn said.

The man takes a few steps to stand right in front of Devyn. His shorts were
left behind. His flip-flops making a soft thwack as he takes the few
steps. "I bet you cannot wait to get your lips on this cock."

"I'll do a good job, just, um, don't tell my boss about this," Devyn said.

The man reaches down taking his cock in hand. He lifts it up and gives it a
couple strokes. "You want this, Pool Boy?"

"Yes Sir," Devyn answered.

"Then you are going to get it, Pool Boy." The man sneers at Devyn.

Devyn starts to move in and then he feels it before it fully registers. The
warm stream of yellow piss coming from the man's cock. The warm liquid
splatters onto Devyn. The man moves his cock so the stream of piss hits
Devyn's hair, face, neck, shoulders, and chest. Devyn quickly closes his
eyes and hangs his head so the piss does not go in his eyes or mouth.

"Look up at me, Pool Boy. Look up at me you little shit."

Devyn raises his face but keeps his eyes closed. He does not want that
stream to find its way into his eyes.

"Fucking dirty little Pool Boy. You are nothing but a fucking toilet. You
are worthless. You are a fucking piss and cum dump." The stream of yellow
fluid is cascading down Devyn's back. It is running down the crack of his
ass and down onto the patio. Devyn feels the humiliation. Tom had not told
him about this. He had not been prepared for this but he knows he must
endure it. The stream of piss seems to be never ending as the man showers
Devyn with it.

Devyn knows the stream could not have lasted as long as it felt like it
had. He however is thankful when it finally stops. Devyn opens his eyes to
look up at the man who is still standing over him and is still holding his
cock.

"Worthless fucking pussy Pool Boy," he said. "Come on suck it. I know you
want it, don't you, Pool Boy?"

"Yes Sir," Devyn answers and moves in to suck the man.

"You are an eager little fuck toy," he said grabbing Devyn's wet hair. He
pulls Devyn's head back and then slaps Devyn's face with his cock. "You are
one fucking eager little cock sucker."

 Devyn winces in pain as the man pulls his hair. This is not the first time
a client has been rough with him but it is the first time he had been
pissed on. "Yes Sir."

Again, and again the man slaps his stiffening cock against Devyn's
face. The man's male organ growing to its full erect length and girth. He
rubs the fat head across Devyn's lips. "Yeah, stick out that tongue. I know
you can't wait to taste this cock. You like it, don't you?"

Devyn sticks out his tongue allowing the man to rub the head across it. He
can taste the last few drops of the man's piss on the head. He tries not to
think about that as he proceeds to lick at the head as the man is moving
his cock back and forth in front of Devyn.

"You fucking little Pool Boy. You are going to find out just what it is
like to suck a man's cock. You ever suck a cock before, boy?" The man uses
Devyn's hair to pull the teenager's face back so that their eyes meet. Once
again, the man is struck by the youthful face of the kid.

"No, Sir," Devyn lies, as he is looking up at the man from his place on his
knees.

"Damn and you are so eager to suck that first cock, aren't you?" The man's
lips curve up into a knowing smile.

"Yes Sir," Devyn answered. "Please Sir, let me suck it. Let me show you
what a good cock sucking pool boy I am."

"Open up," he ordered.

Devyn opens his mouth and the man pushes the head of his cock between
Devyn's lips. Devyn swirls his tongue around the head and hears the man
moan. He begins sucking on the man but only on the head and an inch or so
of the shaft. The man's fist is still wrapped around the shaft holding the
cock. His other hand is still in Devyn's hair.

"Oh, fucking yes," he moans as he is removing his hand from his cock. "Suck
it all." He pushes Devyn's head down on his cock. He forces it down into
the teenager's throat. "Oh shit!"

Devyn tries to swallow it but chokes. He pulls back but is pushed back down
on it choking again. He pulls back to the head swirling his tongue around
it.

"Come on you fucking pool boy slut, suck it all. You know you want it down
your throat." He grabs Devyn's head in both hands and holds him tight as he
thrusts his cock into Devyn's mouth and down his throat.

Devyn swallows as the man is thrusting, managing to repress his gag reflex
and take the man's cock down into his throat. He swallows it all down until
his nose is in the dark curls of the man's pubic hair.

"OH, fuck yes!" The man is gripping Devyn tightly as he holds the teenager
on his cock. "That is it. You are one good cock sucking pool boy."

Devyn is gripping the man's leg as his throat is working the man's cock. He
wants to pull back to take a deep breath but the man is holding him
tight. He can feel his lungs starting to burn for more air. The man's grip
loosens and Devyn can pull back and take in several deep breaths. The man
grabs Devyn's hair again forcing Devyn to look up at him. Devyn's soft
brown eyes meet the darker eyes of the man.

"You like having that dick down your throat, don't you boy," he said.

"Yes, yes sir." Devyn knows that is the answer that is expected.

The man moves his foot between Devyn's legs rubbing Devyn's teenage
cock. The top of his foot and toes caress Devyn's smooth teenage
eggs. "This little dick of yours is rock hard so you must really like
sucking cock."

Most of Devyn's other clients have commented how big he is for his age. He
is surprised that this guy is referring to him as little. The man's cock
appears to be roughly the same size as Devyn's own dick. "Yes Sir, I like
it Sir. I like sucking your cock." Devyn leans back in and swipes his
tongue across the head of the man's cock.

"You horny little shit," He brings his foot up from Devyn's stiff cock to
the teenager's smooth chest. He presses hard against Devyn's chest.

Devyn was not prepared for the force of the man's push. He was still at the
edge of the pool. He falls backwards flailing his arms as he travels
backwards into the pool.

The man is watching as Devyn falls into the pool. He enjoys the look of
surprise on the teenager's face. As Devyn surfaces, Mr. Fairbanks has his
hand wrapped around his manhood stroking his cock.

Devyn swims there looking up at the man. The man obviously enjoyed the show
of him falling into the pool. Devyn was surprised but, in a way, it was
nice to be able to rinse the piss off his skin. At least now he will smell
more like the pool water than the man's urine.

The man moves to the edge of the pool and sits down. his legs are dangling
in the cool water. His cock is still rock hard in his hand as he is
watching the teenager. He spreads his legs wide as he looks at the
boy. "Did you get enough of this Pool Boy?"  Devyn can hear the loathing on
the `Pool Boy.' He wonders just what happened between this guy and a pool
boy. "No sir. I can never get enough of your big cock."

"Then get over here," he ordered.

Devyn swims over to the man and between his legs. The man is pointing his
cock out towards Devyn. The fat head is only inches from Devyn's
face. Devyn moves in closer to lick the head but the man pulls his cock out
of the way.

"I think it is time you work on my hairy nuts." The man's large balls are
dangling down under the erect cock. The man has his cock pulled up pointing
to the cloudless sky. "Lick them."

Devyn moves closer and begins licking the hairy balls. His tongue works
over first one and then the other. He opens his mouth and sucks one inside
his mouth.

"Oh fuck, a good cock sucker and ball licker." The man's head is tossed
back, his fingers are in Devyn's wet hair as Devyn worships his balls with
his tongue. "Yeah, lick them. Yes, suck on them. Oh, fuck yes!"

Devyn bathes each of the large eggs with his tongue. He can taste the man's
sweat and he can also taste a little soap there. He guesses he should be
happy the man showered today and he isn't having to lick off days' worth of
sweat.

The man pulls Devyn's head back and points his cock back at Devyn. "Suck
it."

Devyn needs no more instruction. He licks the head and then takes it
between his lips. He begins sucking up and down on it. His nose growing
closer and closer to the thick patch of dark hair that surrounds the man's
cock.

"Oh yes," he moans again as Devyn takes him down to the base. "One fucking
good little cock sucking Pool Boy."

Devyn begins massaging the man's large nuts while sucking up and down on
the erect cock. He takes it to the base again letting his throat massage
the sensitive head. He pulls off to swirl his tongue around the purple knob
and then plunges back down to the base.

"Oh, fuck kid!" The man cannot believe how good this kid's mouth feels. He
can feel his orgasm building. He knows he is getting closer and closer. He
half wants to wait and half of him wants to cum in the boy's mouth. He
wants to make him swallow the load. He wants to know the boy has his seed
floating in his belly.

Devyn begins massaging the spot behind the man's balls. He slips his
fingers back further and further. He can almost touch the man's hairy
hole. He feels the man's balls pull up. Then he feels the cock swell in his
mouth. He hears the loud guttural moan of pleasure coming from the man's
throat even as the first shot of cum shoots from the cock. Devyn pulls back
after the first blast went right down his throat. He feels the cock jerking
as it gives up the man's seed. Jet after jet of hot man milk firing onto
his tongue. He swallows them down as fast as they are being shot from the
piss slit.

"Oh shit!" The man rides the wave of pleasure. He enjoys every sensation
coming from his cock. He enjoys everything the teenager's mouth is doing to
him.

The last blast of cum shoots out and into Devyn's mouth. Devyn was not able
to keep up with the large load. Some of the cum has leaked from the corners
of his mouth and is trickling down his chin.

"Pool Boy, you are one hell of a cock sucker." The man runs his fingers
through Devyn's wet hair. The hair is even a darker brown when it is wet.

"Thank you, Sir," Devyn said and then flicks his tongue over the sensitive
head of the man's cock to slurp up the last dribbles of the man's
load. "Does this mean you, um, won't tell my boss?"

"Oh, you think that was enough to get your little pussy ass out of trouble,
do you?" The man is sneering down at Devyn. He is pleased the kid is
continuing the game. He wonders if maybe the boy is as old as he claims. He
sure hopes so.

Didn't you like how well I sucked your big cock?" Devyn asked, looking up
with pleading eyes at the man.

"I think we need to give that other hole of yours a try. If it is as good
as your mouth, then maybe, just maybe, I won't call and tell your boss that
I found you out here playing with your little pussy dick."

"Please Sir, I'll do anything, just don't call him." Devyn knows he must
play the man's game. If the guy isn't satisfied, he might just call and
complain to Tom that he did not get his money's worth. Devyn is sure Tom
would not be happy if that happened. Tom liked having repeat customers. It
meant more money in his pocket with less effort and risk. Devyn had already
been on the receiving end of some of Tom's abuse and did not want to repeat
that.

The man got up from the edge of the pool. He looks down at Devyn who is
looking up at him with those chocolate brown eyes. The man can see the
golden flecks floating in the dark pools. He runs his tongue over his lips
as he is looking into the boy's more than attractive face. He wonders how
this kid ended up doing this and not modeling or acting. The boy would
drive teenage girls and boys crazy with his good looks and sexy body.
Reaching down the man holds out his hand. "Come on kid."

Reaching up, Devyn takes the offered hand and lets the man help him out of
the pool. He stands there for a moment facing the man. He looks up into the
man's handsome face. Now that he is standing and a bit closer, Devyn can
see a little more gray in the man's hair than he had noticed at first. The
gray does not take away from the man's attractiveness. Devyn thinks he's a
lot better looking than Judge Green and the other guys he's been with since
hooking up with Tom.

The man watches the boy watching him. He watches the water cascading over
Devyn's teenage body and dripping onto the patio. He watches as the
teenager uses a hand to push his wet brown locks of hair out of his
eyes. The man runs his tongue over his lips again. He cannot believe he is
becoming just more than a little attracted to this kid. He pulls Devyn's
wet body nearer and before he knows what he is doing he has his mouth on
Devyn's. He kisses the teenager hard and deep. He pushes his tongue into
Devyn's mouth. He can taste his own seed on the boy's lips and tongue. Just
the idea that he has the tongue in the boy's mouth where his load had been
deposited is sending new sensations right into his cock.

Devyn was surprised by the man's aggressive kiss. Some of the clients do
not like kissing at all. They just like to get sucked and fuck and that is
it. This guy seems to really be into the kissing and Devyn returns the
passion.

The man pulled Devyn's wet body against him. His hand is sliding up and
down Devyn's wet back. He slides them down until he is cupping one of
Devyn's firm ass cheeks in each hand. His finger lightly tickling the boy's
smooth crack. He cannot feel a hair on the boy's ass. He did not see one
around the teenager's cock. Gawd, he is hoping that this kid is legal but
at this point he does not care enough to stop.

Devyn feels the man's hands teasing and massaging his ass. Devyn's cock is
jumping and twitching with new excitement. He is not sure why but this guy
is turning him on a lot. Maybe it is the heat and the sun. Maybe it is
doing this outdoors where anyone could walk up and see. Well not
anyone. They are on a private estate. But someone could show up. Maybe the
mail man or the real pool boy.

The kiss breaks and the man is once again looking into the hypnotic eyes of
the teenager. "Come on." He takes his arms from around Devyn and he grabs
the teenager's hand and pulls him over to the lounge chair. The two kiss
once more before the man pushes Devyn down onto the chair on his back.

The man is standing over Devyn again looking down at the tan skin. He
reaches down and runs his hand over the smooth chest. He pinches Devyn's
left nipple. "You like that son?"

"Yes Sir," Devyn answered. He does like having his nipple lightly
teased. As long as the guy doesn't go too far and get too rough with them.

"I can see you do." He is watching as Devyn's teenage cock is leaking
pre-cum. He slides his hand lower on Devyn's body. He feels the solid
muscles of Devyn's flat belly. Then his fingers are feeling Devyn's smooth
crotch. "You are as smooth as a fucking baby." He encircles Devyn's member
with his fingers and gives the teenager a few strokes.

"OH!" Devyn gasped at the pleasure the man's hand was giving him. He feels
like something has changed. The man's touch is more tender now. The eyes no
longer shine with loathing. Devyn see's desire there instead.

"You like this kid?" The man is slowly stroking up and down Devyn's
cock. His fist is milking pre-cum from the head.

"Yes Sir," Devyn answered.

"Do you want me to stop?" The man did not want to stop. He was enjoying
this game too much but if the boy told him to, he would.

"Ah, no Sir. I, um, this feels good. Really good."

The man's hand is quickly becoming sticky with the juices leaking from
Devyn's cock. "Damn kid you make a lot of fucking boy milk."

"I, um, do leak a lot Sir." Devyn could remember Brent commenting on how
much pre-cum and cum Devyn would produce when they were together.

"Here lick it off." The man moved his hand to Devyn's mouth. "I bet you
like your own just as much as mine."

"Yes, Sir. I do, Sir." Devyn begins licking the pre-cum from the man's
fingers. He sucks on each of the man's digits and feels a blob of pre-cum
drip onto his skin from the man's engorged cock.

The man is getting increasingly turned on by the minute. Having the sexy
kid sucking the pre-cum off his fingers is causing his own cock to leak. He
is surprised that his cock was able to recover so quickly and is up for
taking a stab at the boy's ass.

"You do like that shit, don't you?" The man pulls the last of his fingers
from Devyn's mouth.

"Yes, Sir," Devyn answered.

The man moved between Devyn's legs. He lifts them up exposing Devyn's
little pucker. "Damn that looks like a fucking tight little Pool Boy
pussy."

"It is Sir." Devyn is watching the man as he is reaching down to rub a
finger over the tight pucker. "Um, Sir, in my bag, I have some, um, lube."

The man's lips twitch up into a smile. "You come prepared huh." The lounge
chair where Devyn had sat his bag is right next to the one the two are
currently in. The man reaches over and stretches out his arm to reach
inside. He feels around until he finds the bottle and removes it from the
bag. "Just how much of this Boy Butter do you want me to use."

"Um, sir, as much as you want." Devyn is watching the man opening the
lube. "You are, um, big so more would be better for me."

The man places a large amount of lube on Devyn's hole and then begins
working it in with his fingers. In and out he works his fingers. The whole
time he is watching the expressions on Devyn's face. "You liking that
finger boy?"

"Oh, yes, yes Sir." Devyn moans as the man adds a second finger. He can
feel the hot sun beating down on them. The afternoon is getting warmer.

"Damn this ass is tight." The man has added more lube and a third finger to
Devyn's tight hole. "You think you are about ready for it?"

"Yes, yes sir." Devyn looked into the man's face. "Please Sir, fuck me."

"Oh, the Pool Boy wants a real cock in his little pussy." Fairbanks pulls
his fingers from Devyn's hole and proceeds to lube up his cock with more of
the lubricant. He places the head of his cock at the tight opening of
Devyn's anal chute. He looks into Devyn's eyes before pushing forward and
stretching that anal ring with his cock head.

"Ohoh," Devyn moans as his anal ring stretches to let the fat head of the
man's dick inside.

"Oh, shit kid," The man moans. He pushes harder and his cock pops into
Devyn. He waits a few seconds before pushing more of his cock into the
tight hole.  Devyn pulls his legs back to his chest allowing the man easier
access to his ass. He moans as the man's cock sinks a little deeper
inside. Devyn's own cock is leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. He can feel
the man's cock going deeper and deeper until the man's dark pubic curls are
pressing against his smooth skin.

"Oh, fuck yes. This is the best fucking piece of ass." The man gently pulls
back and just before his head pops out of Devyn he thrust forward. The
entire length being pushed back into Devyn.

"Oh yes Sir," Devyn moans. "Yes, give it to me."

The man pulls back and thrusts in again. His cock leaking hot juices right
into Devyn's fuck tunnel. "You fucking Pool Boys are all the same. You
think you are so fucking hot teasing those older women with your sexy young
bodies. You think you are so cute taking off your shirts so you can show
off your smooth tan skin. But you are all the same. You are just a bunch of
fucking pussies. All you really want is a real cock. A real cock in your
hot tight fucking little hole."

Devyn listens as the man is ranting about pool boys. His thrusts are
getting harder and faster as he is talking. Each word punctuated with
another hard thrust into Devyn's ass. His hairy balls are slapping against
Devyn's skin. His arms are holding Devyn bent in half as he leans over the
teenager thrusting faster and harder.

"Fucking little shit. I'll fucking teach you a lesson you won't forget. You
fucking little pussy." The man's fingers dig painfully into Devyn and his
hips thrust harder. The chair scoots making a loud scraping noise as it
moves across the patio. "I know you like this don't you. It is what you
really want."

"Yes, yes sir," Devyn moans. "Yes, fuck me. Harder...  fuck me Sir."

Faster and harder the man thrusts. Faster and harder and then with one last
hard thrust his nuts pull up and his cock erupts sending his second load
into Devyn's depths.

Devyn feels the cock swelling. He feels that first jet of cum going deep
into his guts. Then the second and the third. Jet after jet of the man's
seed being implanted deep in Devyn's fuck tunnel.

The man rides the wave of pleasure and then falls onto Devyn. His chest
heaving and his body covered in sweat. "Oh, fucking best ass."

Devyn is practically bent in half. He cannot move with the man on top of
him. He can barely breathe. His own body is covered in sweat.

Slowly the man's breathing returns to normal. He pushes up to his
elbows. "You alright kid?"

"Yes Sir," Devyn answered. "But, um, this isn't exactly comfortable."

The man looked into Devyn's warm eyes. "I bet it isn't." He slowly pulls
his softening dick from Devyn then he drops down next to him. The lounge
chair is just barely big enough for the two.

Devyn feels the cum oozing from his well fucked hole as he lowers his legs
down. He stretches out as best he can. His body is sore and covered in
sweat.

"You didn't cum." The man's eyes are looking at Devyn's erect teenage cock.

"Um, no, not yet." Devyn said, as he rests there next to the older man.

The man reaches down and takes Devyn's cock into his fist. He slowly begins
pumping up and down on the teenager. His thumb rubs the sensitive head. He
smears Devyn's pre-cum around.

"Oh yes," Devyn moans as the man's fist is pumping on him.

The man turns his face so he can watch Devyn's face. His fist begins
pumping faster. His hand twists right and left as he is stroking.

Devyn knows he is not going to last long. He can already feel his balls
churning to give up his young load.

The man moves his mouth to Devyn and once again he passionately kisses the
teenager. His fist continues pumping up and down Devyn's turgid cock.

Devyn pushes his tongue into the man's mouth. He is surprised by the
kissing this man seems to enjoy. He feels his balls pulling up. He feels
his cock swelling. He moans into the man's mouth as his cock begins firing.

"Fuck yes," the man cries as the first blast of Devyn's cream lands on his
face. The second and third splatter across Devyn's smooth skin. The rest of
Devyn's load hits his lower chest and stomach. It creates a nice pool of
boy milk in his belly button.

Devyn's moans of pleasure are loud as the man's hand continues to milk his
sensitive cock for every drop of boy honey. "Oh yes. Oh, that feels so
good."

"You like having your boy dick worked, don't you kid?"

"Ah, yes, Sir." Devyn is panting and covered in sweat and cum. He looks at
the man who has a funny smile on his lips. "What?"

"You have cum on your chin." Then before he realizes it, he leans in and
licks the strand of cum off Devyn's chin. "It doesn't taste too bad."

"I kind of like it," Devyn admitted.

They rest there in the lounge chair for several long minutes. The sun was
drying the sweat and cum on their bodies.

"So how old are you really?" The man asked, breaking the silence.

"Did I do a decent job?" Devyn responded.

"You are one hot fucking kid." The man runs a finger through the pool of
cum on Devyn's belly.

"Isn't that all that matters?" Devyn flashed an impish smile at the man.

"I guess that is true." The man laughed, and then runs his sticky finger
across Devyn's lips.

Devyn opens his mouth and sucks the finger clean of cum. "You up for
another go?"

"Shit kid! Just what kind of machine do you think I am."

"A fuck machine with that hot cock of yours." Devyn reaches over and takes
the man's soft cock in his hand. He can feel the stickiness of cum and ass
on the shaft and head. He rubs his thumb across the sticky head.

"You horny little shit." The man is laughing as he gets up from the lounge
chair shrugging off the shirt. "Come on kid." He held out his hand to
Devyn.

Devyn takes the man's hand and allows the man to pull him to his feet. The
cum on his chest and belly is sliding down his tan skin.

"Let's get cleaned off a bit." The man leads Devyn over to the pool and
they both dive in. They let the pool water wash the cum off their
skin. Then they horse around for a while in the pool

The man and Devyn are floating in the pool resting after chasing each other
from one end to the other. "I cannot keep calling you Pool Boy. so, what is
your name?"

"I thought the game was for me to be the Pool Boy." Devyn looks over at the
man. He is watching as the man moves to the ladder and pulls himself out of
the pool. Devyn watches as the water cascades down the man's body. He
watches the man dripping as he moves to the chair and flops down. For some
reason that Devyn cannot explain, he has started to like this man. The guy
is a little strange with this whole pool boy fantasy but he's also been
nicer than many of the customers. Plus, the man is not bad looking. Yes, he
might be the same age or older than Devyn's own father but he's still in
attractive shape and is not acting like an old man. The man had been very
playful when they had been horsing around in the pool.

The man's eyes are watching Devyn as he moves to the latter. He watches the
teenager's muscles flex as he pulls his body out of the pool. He watches
the rivers of water as they slide down Devyn's smooth body. There is not a
hair on the boy's chest, legs, or crotch. The man watches as the water
drips from Devyn's cock and slides over his smooth balls.

Devyn walks over to the lounge chair. He looks down at the man and hopes he
did not say something that might have upset the guy. "My name's Davy."
Devyn had decided a few clients ago that he needed to start giving out a
false name. He thought Davy sounded young and innocent and that was what
most of the guys wanted.

Devyn smiles down at the man. His body is casting a shadow over the man's
naked body. Devyn's gaze moves from the man's eyes down over the man's
lightly tan skin and the dark hair on the man's chest and legs. The hair is
darker now that it is wet. Devyn's eyes look at the cock that is resting
over the man's large nuts. He wonders if the guy is ready for another
go. The man did pay for a whole afternoon and the sun is still high enough
for it to be afternoon yet.

The man pats the seat next to him. "Take a load off Davy."

Devyn slides onto the large lounge chair next to the man. The man slides
his strong arm around Devyn and pulls their wet bodies next to each
other. "This was kind of a way to get my revenge on the pool boy."

"Is that what this was?" Devyn askes looking at the man. "Did you have a
problem with him?"

"You could say that," the man said, his lips quirking up into a rueful
smile. "I came home and found him fucking my wife right here."

Devyn swallows. He is not sure what to say. "Um, sorry."

"I had this whole scenario planned out. I was going to be harder on you."
The man gazes into Devyn's boyish face. "But you are too damn cute and too
damn innocent looking."

"Um, thanks for not being too rough with me," Devyn said. "I, um, hope my,
um, performance was alright."

The man laughs loudly. "Fuck kid you were more than just alright. I had
planned on just pissing on you and making you suck my cock. I didn't
believe I would be able to shoot. Let alone shoot twice. It was, um,
unexpected how turned on I got."

"Um, I guess that is a good thing." Devyn looks hopefully into the man's
eyes. "Maybe you will call my boss and tell him what a good `Pool boy' I
am." Devyn makes air quotes around the `Pool Boy.'

"Kid, I'll give you a bonus. One just between you and me." The man then
squeezes Devyn's shoulder.

"Thanks Mr. Fairbanks," Devyn said. "But that won't be..."

"First, call me Paul. Second, when someone wants to give you a bonus for an
outstanding job, take it."

"Ah, thanks, um, Paul."

"Now, since you did such an above average job, I may want your services
again. No, change that. I definitely want your services again. Will that be
alright with you?"

"Yes sir," Devyn said. He would rather come back to perform for
Mr. Fairbanks than deal with Judge Green or some of the other clients.

"Good, I think you might be spending more time here this summer. Would you
mind that?"

Devyn could not believe this. This man was one of the nicest customers so
far and being here on this lavish estate was not going to be a hardship. It
beats some of the dingy places he had been required to perform his
duties. "No Sir, I would not mind at all."

"Good, we can work on your tan. Your hot little ass needs to see more
sunshine."

"Um, well..."

"Plus, you might just drive my wife insane."

"Um, how?" Devyn asked.

Paul's hand slides down over Devyn's smooth chest, down over his flat belly
and smooth crotch. He lifts Devyn's soft teenage cock. His member already
starting to stiffen with just the man's slightest touch. "You might just be
our new Lawn Boy. How does that sound? Want to be my Lawn Boy?"

"Um sure." Devyn is not sure where this is going but getting to spend some
of his time here on this lavish estate this summer would be fun. "Why would
that make your wife jealous?"

"I know I said you had a little dick but actually it's impressive." Paul is
slowly stroking Devyn. "It is bigger than the Pool Boy's. My wife will shit
her panties when she sees my Lawn Boy has a bigger cock than her little
pussy Pool Boy."

"Um, just, um, what exactly are you expecting me to do?" Devyn asked, a bit
nervous.

"You don't mind showing off, do you?" Paul asked, still stroking Devyn.

"Um, I guess not," Devyn said.

"You were putting on a nice little show for me while you were doing the
pool. You did a respectable job cleaning up the patio. I wasn't really
expecting that." Paul runs his thumb across the head of Devyn's cock. "I
think maybe you can do something similar for me with the lawn but this time
my wife may just be at home." Paul releases Devyn's cock and lifts the
large eggs. "You got big balls too. Maybe you are eighteen but your face
doesn't look eighteen."

"I've always looked younger than I am," Devyn said. That was kind of
true. He had always looked younger than he was. Of course, he lied when he
said he was eighteen. He hoped the man never found out his true age.

"She is going to be so pissed that my lawn boy is better looking than her
pool boy and has bigger equipment. Not to mention your body is so fucking
sexy. Your skin is so soft and smooth. I could almost just take a bite out
of you." Paul moves his mouth to Devyn's shoulder and nips his flesh
lightly with his teeth.

Devyn giggles with the sensation and then feels Paul kiss the spot he had
just nipped. "Um, Paul, you seem like an um, good guy..."

"Thanks Davy." Paul kisses the teenagers neck.

"So, um, why do this? I mean it seems like it is just going to cause more
of a rift between you and your wife."

"I know you probably think we should just get divorced but it is
complicated. It isn't anything you need to worry about. The only thing you
need to remember is that this cock," he reaches and encircles Devyn's cock
with his fingers, "never goes into any of my wife's holes. She does not
even get to touch. You got that?"

"You're the boss," Devyn answers.

"It is important Davy," Paul said. "She can look, but she can't ever touch
it, lick it, suck it, or get fucked by it. I'm the only one here that gets
to play with it."

"I understand," Devyn answers.

"Good," Paul said. "I know you are one hell of a good butt boy, but can you
also top?"

"Sure," Devyn answered. "You up for another round with me, um, topping
you?"

Paul laughs and strokes Devyn's cock. "Shit kid you are a horny boy, aren't
you?" Devyn's cock has grown in Paul's hand. He strokes it a few more times
making it grow fully erect.

"Oh, Paul, that feels good." Devyn moans, as Paul's fist is stroking him
and then Paul rubs his thumb over the head, which causes Devyn to moan a
little louder.

"You are definitely up for another session, aren't you?"

"Um, if you are."

"Shit kid. You are like a damn machine. Your cock is ready for seconds and
thirds."

"Maybe even fourths. How about it Paul. Want to go again?" Devyn runs his
hand across Paul's hairy pectoral muscles. He slides it down over the flat
belly and follows the trail to the dark pubic hair. He lightly runs his
fingers along the limp shaft of Paul's dick. Devyn can feel the dick
beginning to wake up. "Seems like you just might be with a little
encouragement." Devyn is grinning at Paul.

Paul shook his head. "Shit kid. If I have you around too much, I might just
die from a heart attack. What I actually had in mind was you coming over
and helping me teach the pool boy a lesson. Can you fuck as good as you
suck cock?"

"Definitely Paul."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear Davy. Then you and I will take turns
fucking him."

"Um today?" Devyn closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun and
the man's hand on his cock.

"No, today you are still all mine," Paul said. "But next weekend my wife
will be back and we will need some lawn work done."

"Um, just what else will I, um, be doing?"

"Oh, you are going to be giving us a good show." The glint in Paul's eye
sent a shiver through Devyn. He was not sure if it was nervousness or
excitement.


# # #

"Devyn, I think you are being checked out bud."

Sam's words brought Devyn out of the memory of Paul. He wondered what had
happened to the man. He wondered if he was still married to his wife.

"That girl is checking you out." Sam nodded towards Devyn's left and across
the pool.

Devyn tried to not be obvious as he looked where Sam had indicated. The
girl was looking in their direction. She was sitting with a boy that looked
enough like her to be her brother. They both had dark hair and eyes. She
filled out her swimsuit well and he was hot with a muscular chest, arms,
and a flat stomach.

"Um, no, I think she's checking you out."

"Me, you think so?"

"Yeah, maybe we should go talk to them."

"What?"

"Come on." Devyn got up and moved around the pool. He pushed his deep brown
hair back as he approached. "Hi."

"Hello," the girl said.

Sam was watching from across the pool. He could not believe that Devyn had
just gone over there and started talking to the two. He could see them
laughing. Sam shook his head. He just could not believe his friend.

In a couple of minutes, Devyn was waving for Sam to come over and join
them. Sam got up and moved around the pool to join the other three
teenagers.

"This is Gabby and this is Ricky," Devyn said. "They are going to the
concert tomorrow too."

"That's cool." Sam could not believe how attractive the two were. He
guessed them to be siblings. They both had the shiniest black hair and the
longest eyelashes.

The four spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out together at the
pool. They swam, joked, and relaxed. Devyn had an enjoyable time spending
the afternoon with the other three teens.

"You my stud are a hell of a better wingman than Charlie," Sam said as they
were on their way back to their room to shower and change for dinner.

"Um, thanks."

"I thought she was into you but she gave me her number." Sam held out the
paper napkin that Gabby had written her number on. He was keeping it away
from his wet trunks. He was afraid the paper napkin would disintegrate if
it got wet.

"I told you she was checking you out."

"I was so sure it was you. I mean you are..."

"I'm what?" Devyn asked when Sam's voice trailed off.

They reached their door and Devyn fished the plastic key card out of the
Velcro pocket on his trunks. He held the key to the sensor and heard the
door click. They stepped into the room.

"Come on Sam, what am I?"

"Well fuck dude. You are hot. Shit. You had to make me say it. You are
fucking hot. Every girl in school says so."

"Um, thanks." Devyn could not stop his lips from curving up into a
smile. He could also feel his ears burn a bit at the compliment.

"I'm so glad you are gay. I'd have no shot with any girl around if you
weren't." Sam moved to his bag and fished out his phone. He quickly added
Gabby's number. He wanted it in his phone before something happened to it
and he lost it.

"You want the shower first?" Devyn asked.

"Thanks. I won't take too long."

"We've got time. We aren't meeting them for pizza until 7." The four
teenagers had agreed to go out for pizza together.

"Um, Devyn, do you have, um, extra cash?"

"Sure."

"I, um, just didn't bring much and, um,"

"Don't worry Sam, I've got it." Devyn did have some cash. He also had the
credit card Joe had given him. It was for an emergency but he thought Joe
would understand the pizza emergency.

"Thanks bud." Sam gave Devyn's upper arm and gentle punch and then went
into the bathroom.

# # #

Devyn had a grand time hanging out with Sam and the other two teenagers. It
looked like Sam was making some progress with Gabby. They spent some time
alone browsing through the shopping mall. That left Devyn to hang out with
Ricky.

Ricky turned out to be quiet, so Devyn had to work to get the guy to open
up. He learned that Gabby and Ricky were twins. Gabby was obviously the
more outgoing of the two. Devyn could see her and Sam being a good
fit. Devyn had never thought Sam and Lori would work out but he had never
told that to Sam.

"Your friend seems to really like my sister," Ricky said. He and Devyn were
watching the other two walking from one of the clothing stores. They were
holding hands as they were walking.

"It seems to be mutual," Devyn said.

They followed along but far enough back to give Sam and Gabby some illusion
of privacy. Devyn wanted Sam to have fun with Gabby but it was unlikely
that the two would see each other after this weekend.

They took in a movie and Devyn was sure that Sam and Gabby did not spend
much time watching the movie. Again, Devyn was glad for Sam. He just wished
Sam had found someone a little closer to home.

# # #

"This has been so awesome and we haven't even made it to the concert yet."
Sam was undressing for bed. He was still pumped up from his date with
Gabby. He was not sure he would be able to sleep.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Devyn yawned. He was feeling drained after
the activity in the pool and the late night with Sam, Gabby, and Ricky.

"Um, didn't you have fun?"

Devyn could hear some concern in Sam's voice. "I did. I'm just tired." Like
Sam, Devyn was undressing for bed. He stripped down to his underwear and
slid into the bed. He did not think it would take him long to fall asleep.

"Ricky seems like a good guy," Sam said. "He's um, good looking don't you
think?"

Devyn had to admit that the guy was attractive. His dark hair, eyes and
skin made him very desirable. He was also in great shape and had a good
personality. "He is but he's not my type."

"Um, what kind of guy is your, um, type?"

Devyn thought about that for a moment. He did seem to be attracted to
blonde guys with blue eyes. He probably could not tell that to Sam. He did
not want to send up any red flags where Charlie was concerned. "Um, you
know, just nice guys. Someone with a good heart."

The two were quiet for a while in the dark room. Devyn was about to drift
off when Sam broke the silence. "Um, can I ask you something, um personal?"

"Sure," Devyn responded.

"I know you, um, told us that you have been with a guy."

"I have," Devyn said.

"Does that mean, um, you have, um, done oral stuff?"

Devyn wondered just why Sam was asking him this. "Um, yes."

"Did you, um, give or receive?"

"Sam?"

"I'm simply curious. I mean about it."

"I've done both."

"How was it?"

"Sam, this is getting weird."

"I mean did it feel, um, the first time like, um, good."

Devyn could remember all too clearly that first blow job with Brent. It had
been fantastic.  He had not lasted long. "It was amazing."

"That thing that Mindy told you about Dale, um, coming too fast..."

Devyn could not believe how strange this conversation was getting. He
wished Sam would get to the point. He did not want to think about Mindy or
Dale. "Sam what are you getting at?"

"I, um, well I don't want to be like Dale and be disappointing."

"You won't. You are a better guy than he is."

"Um, thanks. I was just wondering. You know when you were receiving, um,
how was it?"

"I told you it was fantastic." It had been fantastic because it was with
Brent. It had been better than with any of the other men Devyn had been
with. Of course, he and Charlie had not quite gotten to that stage yet. At
least not all the way."

"Did you, um, cum right away?" Sam could not believe he was asking Devyn
this. He would not be able to do it if the room were not dark.

"Um, I did not last too long. But it was my first time." Devyn had learned
a lot more control since that first experience with Brent.

"That's what I was worried about. I might shoot before I even get
started. I want to be a little more, um, prepared."

"You and Gabby probably won't get that far. We are only here for another
day."

"But there is also Lori and maybe Gabby and I will be able to see each
other. They don't live all that far from us." There was a long pause before
Sam spoke again. "Devyn?"

"Yeah Sam." Devyn had been just about to doze off again.

"Did you, um, enjoy doing it to the other guy?"

Devyn had enjoyed doing it with Brent. He had enjoyed giving Brent the
first blow job either of them had ever had. "Yes." Devyn still thought this
was strange of Sam to be so curious.

"Well, um, since you, um, have done it before and you, um, enjoyed doing
it, um, maybe, um..."

Devyn suddenly realized what Sam was trying to get to. He was not sure if
he should be offended or flattered. "Sam you aren't gay."

"I know, but, um, in the dark and..."

"Sam, I'm not blowing you."

Sam thought he heard some anger in Devyn's voice. He sat up and turned on
the light. "Devyn, please don't be mad. I, um, just thought maybe if you
enjoyed it and I could get some experience..."

Devyn sat up and looked at Sam. He could see concern in Sam's green
eyes. "Sam..."

"I'm sorry Devyn. I didn't handle this well. I'm being stupid. I'm sorry."

Devyn could see Sam's honest regret. He could not stay mad at him. It was
not like Sam knew Devyn was seeing anyone. Plus, it would be a friend
helping a friend. "Sam. This got really weird. You are one of my best
friends and I would not want to mess that up."

"Me either. I was just wanting to find out what it felt like and I thought
maybe you wouldn't mind. I mean it would be just one step past jacking off
together. I've done that before."

"You have?" Now Devyn was curious.

"Yeah, looking at a site on the internet."

"Who with?"

"Um, you can't tell. He would flip if he knew I told you."

"Charlie?"

"Yeah, it wasn't a big deal. We're both straight and we um, just did it a
few times."

"A few times huh." Devyn wondered why Charlie had never told him. Of
course, Devyn had not told Charlie about all his sexual activities in the
past. He could not hold it against Charlie. Sam was Charlie's best friend.

"Yes, Charlie has better internet and we, um, found a site that had some,
um, hot clips."

"So did you two, um, just jack off yourselves or each other?" Devyn was now
curious if Charlie might have been experimenting a little more with Sam
than the guy had let on.

"Whoa, we're straight. We just jerked ourselves."

"That is how Brent and I kind of started, just jerking off together."

"Brent was your boyfriend?"

"Yes, we started out jerking off and then moved to jerking each other
off. It took us a while to get to sucking."

"So, um, then you liked it...Sucking I mean?"

"I'm not sucking you off, Sam."

"I just thought if you enjoyed that we could, um, both enjoy it. It would
just be two pals helping each other out."

"Oh, well, if that is all it is." Devyn got out of bed. He moved to Sam's
bed and threw back the covers. "Who goes first?"

"First?" Sam was a bit confused.

"Oh, or do we sixty-nine??"

"Oh, no, I wasn't..."

"Sam, you said it was two pals helping each other out. So, you suck me and
I suck you. Seems fair."

"Um, I just couldn't. I mean it would be..."

"So, then I get nothing out of this deal but sucking your cock. Doesn't
seem all that fair." Devyn moved back to his own bed and slid between the
covers.

Sam grabbed the blanket and pulled it back over himself. "Um, Dev. I'm a
dick. I'm sorry."

"It's cool Sam. I understand you are curious."

"You are a good friend. I hope I didn't fuck that up."

"You didn't, Sam." Devyn had considered briefly sucking Sam off. He knew he
would have blown Sam's mind. Devyn just did not want to make their
friendship weird and he did not want to mess up things with Charlie. Devyn
figured sucking off Charlie's best friend might just be going over the
line.

"Good night, Devyn."

"Night Sam."

# # #

Things were a little tense in the morning. Sam could feel the tension and
he did not like it. "Devyn, I, um, am sorry about last night. Can we um,
get past that. Can we, um, pretend I'm not a total dickwad."

The corners of Devyn's mouth twitched. He was glad Sam understood what a
jerk he had been. "I don't know."

"Please Devyn, I don't want this to mess us up. If, um, if it would fix
things, I'd do it."

"Do it?" Devyn was a little confused.

"You know, um, return the favor. I mean if it fixed us. Hell, you wouldn't
even have to do me. I just want us to be alright."

Devyn chuckled. Sam really did value their friendship. Devyn had been a
little worried last night that they might not have been as good of friends
as Devyn had thought. Now it seemed like they were better friends than
Devyn imagined.

"We are cool, Sam. Just, um, don't go down that road again."

"I won't. And thanks for being, um, a better friend to me than I was to
you."

"You are a good friend. You gave me a second chance and everyone deserves
that."  Devyn wondered how many times his words to Judge Warner were going
to come back to haunt him. "Just don't do it again." Devyn then punched
Sam's arm hard. "Or I'll kick your ass."

"I won't, I won't." Sam rubbed his arm. He then smiled at Devyn. "Besides
Charlie, you are my best bud."

"You're mine too."

# # #

The awkwardness between Devyn and Sam soon evaporated. Their friendship was
too strong to let one incident cause a rift between them. They had
breakfast with Janet and Steve and then they were on their own again for
the rest of the day. Janet and Steve were going out but would be back in
time to take the two boys to the concert.

They went back to the pool and went swimming again and then met up with
Gabby and Ricky. The four teenagers had fun talking and hanging out near
the pool.

"I wish we were at least in the same section," Gabby said when they had
compared their seats at the concert.

"Me too," Sam said.

The teenagers went their separate ways for dinner. Gabby and Ricky had to
go with their parents and then they were going to the concert.

"We will try and find you," Sam told Gabby.

"This has been so great so far," Sam said as they were dressing after their
showers.

"It has, Sam. Thanks again for inviting me."

"No problem." Sam looked at Devyn. His eyes slid over Devyn's body. He
liked the black underwear Devyn was wearing. He wondered if he would look
as good in them as Devyn.

Once they were cleaned up and dressed, Janet drove them to the
concert. Steve had decided to get in a nap. "I expect you to stay out of
trouble," Janet said when dropping Devyn and Sam off at the concert. "I'll
meet you over there at that diner," she said pointing. "Be there by Eleven
P.M.," she instructed. "Don't make me look for you Sam."

"We will be there," Devyn promised.

The concert was great. They both had a fantastic time listening and dancing
to the music. Devyn's ears were still ringing as they headed towards the
exit. Then he thought he heard his name being called.

"I think someone just called you," Sam said into Devyn's ear.

"I thought I heard my name too," Devyn said. He turned again and saw a girl
waving at him.

"That isn't Gabby but she is hot. What is with you and hot chicks. Your gay
and you still got them falling all over you." The girl was moving towards
them. "Let's find out if she's got a hot friend for me. Just play it
straight."

"Devyn," she called again. "Devyn Roberts." It took a couple minutes to
work their way to each other. "It is you!" She threw herself on Devyn. Her
arms went around him. Then the lights went on in Devyn's mind. She had
filled out a lot since he had last seen her.

"Sue!" Devyn cried. "Oh my god."

"I can't believe it," she said. "I can't believe it."

"Are you alright," Devyn asked. She had tears streaming down her face.

"I, I, can't believe it. I just can't believe this. I can't believe it."

"I think she can't believe it," Sam said.

"I thought you were dead," she finally said.

"Dead!" Devyn said, shocked. "What do you mean?"

"That is what we all thought. It is so amazing that you are fine." Sue put
her arms around Devyn and hugged him again. "You don't know how good it
feels to know you are here. I just don't understand though."

"I don't understand either." Devyn returned Sue's hug. "Can we go talk?"

"Sure, I'd like that." Sue started scanning the crowd. "There is my
boyfriend, Trent. Do you know him?" Sue was waving at a tall guy that was
coming towards them.

Devyn did remember Trent. They had not been friends but Trent had been on
the basketball team and Devyn remembered him from school.

"Look, it's Devyn. I just can't believe it. I can't believe it." Sue was
grabbing Trent in her excitement. She still had one arm around Devyn.

"Here we go again with the `can't believe it'" Sam was looking from Sue to
Devyn and then at the tall boy that was Sue's current boyfriend.  "Let's go
over to that diner and talk. You can fill us in and Devyn can fill you in."

The four teens made their way out of the venue and over the diner where
Sam's mom would be meeting them in about 30 minutes. They grabbed a booth
back in the corner so they could talk.

"Now can you explain? Did you think just because I left school that I had
died?

Sue took a deep breath. "This is so crazy. I just can't believe it."

"Crap," Sam groaned. "Don't start that again."

"Sam." Devyn said wanting Sam to be quiet so Sue could talk. He turned his
intense gaze on Sue. "Please, what happened?"

"You were gone so abruptly," Sue began. "None of us knew what happened. I
asked Brent and he said something about you getting mixed up with drugs."

"DRUGS!"

"I know," Sue said, reaching over and taking Devyn's hand. "It was so out
of character for you. He said that was why you were not in school and you
and he weren't hanging out anymore."

Devyn's flair of anger passed. He had gotten mixed up with drugs, thanks to
Tom. Brent would have had no idea though. Or did they have some sort of
connection that let Brent know? Devyn was not sure.

"Brent wasn't himself," Sue continued. "He was withdrawn. Tracy said he
just acted like a zombie most of the time. Then they broke up."

Devyn was not surprised that Brent and Tracy had broken up. He knew that no
matter how hard Brent tried to hide his being gay that those feelings would
not stay buried.

"Then you know we all kind of went our separate directions for summer. I
did talk to Brent and he said you were in some sort of rehab facility. I
was sure you would be back in the fall. I spent the summer in Paris with my
grandmother and when I came back home for school, I was surprised I did not
see you there."

Sue took a deep breath. "I just am so surprised. I just can't believe it."

Sam slapped his hand against his forehead. He started to say something but
Devyn punched his arm.

"So, when did you hear I was dead? Did that come from Brent?" Devyn knew if
Brent was spreading that shit, that the dude was lower than he had thought.

"No, he never told me that. In the fall when you didn't come back, I talked
to Brent again. He said you were off getting treatment. He still looked
lost. We, um, went out a time or two."

Devyn could tell she was a little uncomfortable about telling him that. He
reached across the table and took her hand. "I'm fine with that Sue."

"The chemistry wasn't there. Not like it was with, um, us."

Devyn glanced over at Trent but the guy did not seem to be bothered by
Sue's statement. "So, it wasn't Brent, then who?"

"Brent and I talked a lot. He seemed so lost. Then he started hanging out
with Darren Hillman."

"He's a dick," Trent put in.

"He's a pig," Sue agreed. "I did not really understand that. It had
something to do with Brent's dad and the country club. Then he started
dating Cassie. Do you remember her?"

"Um, wasn't she a grade ahead of us?"

"Yes, I thought they made a good couple."

"Wasn't she also a cheerleader?" Devyn could not picture her and Brent
together.

"Yes, it was good for Brent. He looked and acted so much better after they
were dating."

"This is all great," Sam interrupted, "but how did Devyn die?"

"I'm getting to that. I would ask Brent about you. I know you two lived
across the street from each other. He would always just be vague. Mostly it
was you were receiving treatment or something like that. Then Brent didn't
come back to school after the Christmas break."

"He didn't?" Devyn's voice was touched with his concern. "Did they move
again?" Devyn did not know how he would track down Brent if his family had
moved.

"No, I checked with Cassie. She said there was some sort of accident and
Brent got hurt real bad."

"Accident? Like a car accident?" Devyn felt a ball of fear forming in his
stomach. He might have been mad at Brent but he did not want him to be
hurt.

"I never found out exactly. No one was talking about it. I was surprised
about that. You know how the gossip is around school. If anyone knows
anything, they are talking about it. I went to his house to find out how he
was. I talked to his dad. He was a little creepy. He thought I was one of
Brent's girlfriends. Or at least that is what he asked me. I could smell
alcohol on his breath."

"What did he tell you?" Devyn asked when Sue paused.

"His Dad told me Brent was in a coma. They had moved him to some long-term
care facility."

"A coma?" Devyn could not believe this. Despite the anger and hurt he felt
regarding Brent. His heart went out to his friend.

"Yes, they did not know how long it would last. He said it could be days or
years."

"He's better now though, right?" Devyn grabbed Sue's hand hoping he could
somehow pull good news from her.

Sue placed her other hand over Devyn's. "He hasn't come back to school
yet."

Devyn bit his lower lip. He could not believe this. How hurt was Brent?
Would going to see him, maybe help? He had read about stuff like that. The
person in a coma waking up to the sound of a familiar voice. He wondered if
his voice might wake Brent up. He wondered if any of that was true or just
fiction.

"I went back a few weeks later and talked to Brent's Mom. She told me he
was getting treatment and doing better so he woke up but, um, it sounds
like he has some sort of brain injury."

"Fuck," Devyn groaned. Devyn could not help but think of his mentally
challenged friend, Todd. What if Brent was like that? What if Brent was
even worse? What could Devyn do? How could he help him? Should he help him?
Devyn was sure that Brent's parents would not want him in Brent's life any
more now than before the accident.

"Alright, this is useful, but what about Devyn?" Sam was curious to know
more about Devyn and not Devyn's former boyfriend.

"One time when I was going over to check on Brent, I went to Devyn's
house." Sue turned her full attention to Devyn. "Your Dad answered the
door. He, um, was not friendly. He remembered me but it was like he would
rather not see me. I asked about you and if I could visit you. He said no
one could visit you. You were dead. Then he just closed the door in my
face. I just couldn't believe it. I must have stood there for fifteen
minutes. I was just stunned. It didn't make sense. There had been no
announcement or services or anything. No one at school could believe it."

"My, my dad told you that?" Devyn was not sure how he felt. He was hurt and
angry. He wanted to go and punch his dad. "Sue, I'm sorry he did that."

"I just don't understand, Devyn. Why would he tell me that?"

Devyn took a deep breath. "Sue, I never meant to hurt you. He did that
because," Devyn paused and then finished, "I'm gay. He couldn't accept
having a gay son. I'm sorry."

"Your gay?"

"Yes, I never meant to hurt you or lead you on. I was just trying to figure
everything out. I'm sorry Sue."

"You could have told me, Devyn." She took Devyn's hand in her hands.

"I thought it would be hard finding out your boyfriend was gay."

"It would have been a shock. I would have never guessed it. After we had,
um dated."

Devyn understood that the term `dated' referred to the sexual
intercourse. "I'm sorry, if I, um..."

"You were always great when we were dating."

Devyn looked down at the table. "Thanks."

"So, is that why you left school? Because your gay?"

"My parents found out and kicked me out. Those last few weeks I was at
school, I was homeless. I was sleeping under a tree or in the school
storeroom. Well, that was until that fucking janitor kicked me out one
night."

"Oh Devyn! That night you slept over and ate all that lasagna."

"Yeah," Devyn's said. "That was the only meal I had probably had in days."

"I wished you had told me."

"I was ashamed."

"Oh Devyn." She squeezed his hands tighter in hers.

"It is alright. It worked out. I'm in a good place now."

"I'm happy for you." Sue looked from Devyn to Sam.

"Oh, I'm not his boyfriend," Sam said. "He would be so lucky. We are
friends."

"If I give you my number, do you think you could go back to Brent's and see
what you can find out?"

"Sure," Sue said, then she looked deep into Devyn's eyes. "You and Brent?"

"Um, yeah," Devyn said. "I am sorry. We just didn't know how to accept who
we were. We never meant to hurt you or Tracy."

"You two were good at hiding that. Cassie didn't have a clue
either. Although, I'm not sure that her and Brent went too far."

"Um, would you please keep that to yourself. I mean about Brent. I don't
care about myself. I'm out now. But Brent deserves to come out when he is
ready."

"Sure."

Devyn looked from Sue to Trent. He thought he could trust Sue but he was
not sure about Trent. He did not really know the guy at all. "Um, if
you..."

"Oh, don't worry about Trent." Sue could see the concern in Devyn's
eyes. "He won't say anything. His little brother is gay."

"He's lucky to have a brother so accepting," Sam said.

"I'll kick anyone's ass that gives him a tough time about it," Trent
said. He then met Devyn's eyes. "Don't worry I won't say anything about you
or Brent. That is for you guys to do."

"Thanks," Devyn said. He thought he could trust Trent with keeping Brent's
secret. He did not want Brent to return to school to find out he had been
outed. "Your little brother is lucky to have your support. I did not have
that."

"Maybe we should introduce you to Trent's brother," Sue said. "He is cute."

"That would be cool," Sam piped in. "Devyn doesn't have a boyfriend. You
don't really have any gay friends."

"It wouldn't hurt to have friends," Devyn said.

They continued to talk while they waited on Sam's mom to pick them
up. Devyn could not stop his mind from wondering about Brent. Was he better
or worse? He wasn't sure how he was going to feel when he did see Brent
again.

Sam's mom arrived to pick them up. She had warned them to not be late and
then she was the one that was late. It was alright because it had given
Devyn time to talk to Sue.

"Please call me when you know anything."

They were standing out front of the diner. Sam had already gotten into the
car with his mom. Trent was waiting a few feet away.

"I will," Sue promised. She then threw her arms around Devyn again. "I'm so
glad it wasn't true."

"Thanks."

"You are special, Devyn. I... I wouldn't change it."

Devyn felt his ears burn. He was glad it was dark out there. "Thanks Sue. I
wouldn't either."

Sue walked over to Trent and Devyn watched as they walked to Trent's car
and got in. He then joined Sam in the car with Sam's mom.

# # #

"That is some crazy shit," Sam said once Devyn had gotten into the car.

Devyn knew he could not disagree with that. It was messed up. "I guess."

"Um, are you alright?" Sam placed a hand on Devyn's arm and gave it a
squeeze. He was concerned about Devyn.

"I guess. I guess I should not really be too surprised."

"Did something happen?" Janet asked from the front passenger seat. Steve
was driving them back towards the hotel.

The silence drug out from the back seat. Sam looked over at Devyn. It was
Devyn's decision to talk about it to Janet and Steve. Sam was not going to
betray Devyn by talking out of turn.

"Come on boys," Janet said after the silence drug out a bit longer.

"At least tell us how the concert was," Steve said, glancing in the mirror
to look into the back seat.

"Oh, it was great," Sam said. "Thanks so much Steve. It was just fucking
awesome!"

"Watch that language," Janet scolded.

"Sorry," Sam said. He then glanced back over at Devyn.

"So, what did you get shot down by the hot girl?" Steve asked.

"That was my former girlfriend," Devyn said, finally speaking.

Steve and Janet exchanged a look in the front seat. "You just ran into her
at the concert?"

"Yeah, she couldn't believe she ran into Devyn." Sam put extra emphasis on
the words `couldn't believe.'

"Knock it off," Devyn said. "She, um, apparently thought I was dead."

"Dead!" Janet's voice showed her shock. "Why would she think a thing like
that?"

"Because that is apparently what my parents wish. They told her that."

"Your, your parents?" Steve was pulling into the parking garage of the
hotel. He could not keep the shock out of his voice.

"Yeah, better to have a dead son than a son who's a faggot." Devyn pushed
down the hurt he was beginning to feel.

"Hey!" Sam said.

"Knock that off right now," Janet said, her voice stern.

"Sorry," Devyn said softly.

Steve pulled into a parking spot and turned off the car. He was not exactly
sure what to say. He had only just met Devyn but thought he was a good
kid. He could tell that both Sam and Janet liked him.

Devyn had been able to push away the thoughts while Sue was filling him in
on Brent and what had happened after he had left school. He had not allowed
the emotional hurt to rise until they were in the car. He slid from the car
and headed towards the elevator that would take them up to their floor.

Sam hurried to catch up to Devyn. "Hey, Dev, I'm sorry."

"Don't let me bring you down, Sam. It was a good night. The concert was
great."

"Listen to me," Janet said. "I don't know what the whole story is. I don't
need to know." She gripped Devyn's shoulders and forced him to look at
her. "What I do know is that any parent not fucked up in the head would be
more than lucky to have you as their kid." She then pulled Devyn in tight
and held him.

"I'm not a parent," Steve said, "but I agree completely." He patted Devyn's
back.

Devyn held back the tears that were threatening. He was not sure if it was
from the hurt at his parents or from the feeling of warmth he was getting
from Janet, Steve, and Sam. "Um, thanks. I'm fine."

"I doubt you are fine," Janet said slowly releasing Devyn. "I know hearing
that has to hurt."

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised by it. They were never going to come to
terms with me."

"It is their loss," Sam said. "And my gain. I got a fucking awesome buddy."

"Watch the language," Janet said.

"Hey, you just used that word," Sam said in protest. "What is this, do as I
say not as I do?"

"Yes, do what I say or I'll..."

"He's right though," Steve cut in. "He did get a fucking good buddy in
Devyn."

"Oh, now don't you start. Set a good example for the boys."

"Hell, they're not boys," Steve said. "Devyn's practically a man. I'm not
sure yet what Sam is."

"HEY!" Sam cried in protest.

The banter was having the desired effect on Devyn. It was making him smile
at the three. He was also feeling the love of friendship from all of
them. "You know I got a heck of a good buddy out of it too." Devyn put his
arm around Sam's shoulders. "Thanks for inviting me."

"Anytime." Sam then turned and pulled Devyn into a full-blown hug. "I'm
glad we could do this."

Devyn had to swallow down the lump forming in his throat. Sam's hug had
come as a bit of a surprise. He wished everyone could be like Sam. The guy
was more than just a friend. He could feel a few other people looking at
them like they were crazy. Steve, Janet, and Sam did not seem to care, so
Devyn would not care either.

# # #

"Are you sure you are alright?" Sam asked after they were alone in their
room.

"I'm fine." Devyn was pulling off his shirt. He felt tired. It had been a
long day and he was wiped out from the concert and the revelations from
Sue.

"I'm not sure how I'd feel if Mom were telling people I was dead when I
wasn't. I know she has threatened to kill me a time or two but..."

"Really Sam, I'm dealing."

"It is just that you don't have to do it alone." Sam moved over to
Devyn. "If you want to talk or anything..."

"Thanks Sam. You are a true friend." Devyn was trying to fight down his
emotions. Sam's loyalty and concern was making his words thick in his
throat.

"So are you." Sam playfully punched Devyn's arm.

Sam moved back to his bed and began undressing. Like Devyn he was tired. It
had been a long day. He was also a little disappointed that he had not been
able to catch up to Gabby at the concert. They had known they were in
different sections but Sam had hoped to be able to find her. It had been
sold out, so there had just been too many people to find anyone you were
not standing next to. It was amazing that Sue had spotted Devyn.

"Um, Sam."

Sam turned to face Devyn. He was down to his white Hanes briefs. "Yeah?"

"Um, about what Sue told us, um would you keep that all to yourself? I'd
rather not let everyone know about my past."

Sam moved back around to Devyn. "Sure, but you know it doesn't change stuff
for us. I mean for me, Julie, Stacy, and Charlie."

"Um, thanks, I know but it was almost like that stuff happened to someone
else."

"Well, you tell who you want when you want. I'm not saying much about this
weekend except that it was fucking awesome!"

"Don't let your mom here you talking like that but I agree. It was
awesome." It appeared to be true that Sam did not think of Devyn in terms
other than his friend. Sam was completely comfortable standing there in his
underwear with Devyn doing the same. It made Devyn feel even more accepted
by his friend. If Devyn did not have his feelings for Charlie, he could see
himself having a crush on Sam. The guy was fun, cute and had a wonderful
heart. Of course, it would only be a crush. Sam was straight and that made
their friendship somehow more special.

Sam moved back to his bed. "I hope Steve lets us get a late start in the
morning. I'd like to find Gabby and talk."

"Oh, I bet you want to do more than just talk," Devyn slid into his bed and
looked over at Sam who was doing the same.

"Well, if the opportunity presents itself." Sam grinned at Devyn and
wiggled his eyebrows.

"You're a horn dog." Devyn reached for the lamp between their beds and
turned out the light. "Good night."

"Night Dev."

# # #


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