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Robert and Johnny
The rest of the story
(Part three of the trilogy began in My 11th Summer, then Tween to Teen)
By: Kewl Dad

In March Johnny was to be featured at an art show in a gallery in down town Tahlequah. This was Johnny's first real art show, even though he'd had his works featured before, back in Pryor at the library and in the high school, as well as at the college.

The major difference was, that this time people could actually buy Johnny's work, either at the suggested price set by the art department, or they could make a bid. Johnny said he didn't think he'd sell that many paintings, but that it was a chance for people to see his work, and that was well worth the time and effort. I on the other hand, was confident that Johnny's paintings would sell, especially considering they were priced so almost anyone could afford them.

Johnny's folks were there, as were mine, and Mikey was so excited he could hardly stand it. He loved coming to visit us in Tahlequah and had spent several weekends with us since the New Year. We loved having him too, and all the gang doted on him and he always had a good time. Maybe we spoiled him a little, but what were big brothers for if not for that?

Johnny's folks had brought Caleb's granny too, and the old lady was all dressed up and eager to see what her Johnny boy had been up to. The showing was at 6 that evening and we had an early dinner at a nice restaurant there in town, which our folks paid for.

Mikey rode with us guys and our folks and Caleb's granny rode over in Johnny's dad's car. That way we only had two vehicles to park, which was a good thing considering parking near the gallery was scarce. Fortunately they had spaces reserved for us and we were able to get parked and into the gallery before the showing began.

Johnny wasn't the only artist from the college who's work was on display, but he had a prominent location in the gallery and the lighting was very good there. He'd narrowed his selections down to six oils, eight water colors, and a dozen or so pencil drawings, which were grouped together. He'd been dabbling in sculpture as well, and had two pieces, one of a buffalo and one of a rabbit, that looked so real you expected it to hop away any moment.

Prices for the pieces ranged from 10 dollars to 100, with most being in the mid range. Even if he sold everything, he wouldn't get rich, but it wasn't so much about the money at this stage as it was about getting his name and talent recognized in art circles.

Though our folks had seen Johnny's work many times, as had the rest of us, it was one thing to see an individual piece and quite another to see this many pieces in one place. And this was only a fraction of the works Johnny had both at our house here and at his folks' home.

Mikey went crazy, and when he saw his own likeness in a pencil drawing he begged mom to buy it for him. Johnny tried to give the drawing to him, but mom and dad insisted that they pay, after all it was only $20.00. The only problem was getting Mikey to understand that he couldn't take the drawing with him until the showing was over, though they did put a sold sticker below it.

It was as if Mikey's purchase started an avalanche, and soon 'sold' stickers began to appear on many of Johnny's work, including the more expensive ones.

Johnny's art instructor, Mr. Channing, came over to congratulate Johnny and to meet the rest of our group, and he had nothing but praise for Johnny and his work.

"In all my years of teaching, I have only met a handful of students with such natural talent as Johnny. In fact, he's actually taught the other students as much as I have," he added chuckling, "I predict this young man is destined for great things."

The showing was for Friday night and from noon till 8 on Saturday, and by the end of the showing, Johnny had sold over a dozen of his works, including both statues.

He was beside himself, but being the modest, down to earth person that he was, he was still embarrassed that we made such a big deal out of it. He was pleased though, I could tell, and when we took him out to dinner that Saturday night he was one happy guy.

Our folks left on Saturday around noon, and though Mikey had begged to stay, he didn't nag or throw a fit when we explained that he needed to go home with mom and dad now. We promised him we'd be home the next weekend to see him and he was happy after that. Clutching the drawing of himself and Snoopy that Johnny had signed on the back, Love to my little brother Mikey, Your big brother, Johnny, he climbed into the back seat after hugs and kisses for all of us.

We celebrated that night, the four of us, and I'm not ashamed to say that for the first time in a long time, we actually got drunk on our asses. But not too drunk to have some fun, fucking like bunnies and splashing our cum all over each other.

Sunday, we wished we hadn't been so liberal with the alcohol, but fortunately we didn't have anything pressing to do and mostly laid around nursing our hangovers and eating ourselves into a stupor.

On Monday life returned to normal, though we did have a lot of students, and faculty come up to us and congratulate Johnny. A couple even said they'd bought something, and many others said they wished they had.

A lot of guys might have gotten a big head over all the praise and attention he was receiving, but not my Johnny, he was still the same sweet unassuming guy that I'd known since first grade. Fortunately fame and notoriety are soon forgotten and by the end of the week things were pretty much back to normal.

Johnny however, continued his artistic endeavors, adding more works to his now depleted collection. While Johnny was busy creating works of art, I too was busy creating, working on a short story for my creative writing class, and that story would soon do for me what Johnny's art showing had done for him.

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March was a warm month that year, and Johnny took advantage of the weather and did a lot of his painting outside in our backyard, or at the nearby park. He even did a painting of the college on site, which he later donated to the school, and it hangs in the hallway of the art wing to this very day.

I too did a lot of work outside, writing in longhand sometimes, and typing it up later when I had a free moment. Today of course I have my laptop, and creating written works are so much easier, but back then the typewriter was an author's best friend.

Tony had finally decided on a major, and it wasn't auto mechanics. Seems he had an aptitude for math and decided to pursue a teaching degree in mathematics. Caleb, who already had a year on us, was studying accounting and business administration and hoped to open his own business someday, though he wasn't sure what kind yet.

Johnny as predicted, was an art major, and I was preparing myself for a life as a writer. Of course if that didn't work out I was also working on a teaching degree so I'd always have something to fall back on.

Our parents were beside themselves with pride that we'd all decided on a major course of study and vowed to do everything they could to help us achieve our goals.

My birthday was soon upon us, March 29th, and there was a great deal of whispering and sneaking around among my house mates, so I knew I could look forward to a memorable celebration.

Actually, there would be two celebrations, for my parents were also throwing me a party that weekend at their house. I think my little brother was looking forward to that party as much as I was, because when I talked to him on the phone he'd always bring it up and chatter on about what fun it was going to be.

My birthday was on a Wednesday that year, and I had a light schedule at school that day. I was free shortly after one o'clock that day, but I new Johnny had a 2 o'clock class and so didn't expect him home till later.

Since I didn't have a car of my own, and I'd basically given my motorcycle to Tony, I bummed a ride with this guy I knew from class. His name was Dale, and he was a handsome guy with big brown eyes and a nice smile. He was a little shorter than me and probably weighed about 150 pounds, but was very fit looking. I figured him for the athletic type, but I didn't know if he was on any of the school teams since I didn't attend many of the games. As luck would have it, he also lived near our house, and I figured dropping me off was no big deal for him.

We chatted as we left the college that day and Dale suggested we go get something to drink before he took me home. I didn't want to be rude, and I was in no hurry to get home anyway, so I easily agreed and we wound up at a nearby drive-in.

Dale apparently knew Johnny from having seen him around campus, but I didn't know if he was aware of our relationship or not. I mean, it's not like we went around the campus broadcasting it, but it was there for anyone to see if they knew what to look for.

"So, Johnny...he's like your best friend, right?" Dale said, looking a little anxious as we waited for our drinks.

"Yeah, we've known each other since first grade and we lived really close and spent a lot of time together. Heck, we spent as much time at each other's house as we did our own. I guess you could say we were closer than most brothers. Our folks are friends too, so that helped, or maybe they became friends because of Johnny and me being so close," I added chuckling.

"And the other two guys, they're from your home town too?"

"Yeah, Johnny actually met Caleb when he was living next door to him on his Uncle's farm...well...it became his dad's farm...long story short. For a while Johnny moved away, met Caleb, and we all became friends. Then Johnny's dad got this big promotion at work and they sold the farm and moved back to Pryor, and Caleb's grandpa died and his granny moved to Pryor too, real close to Johnny."

"What about the other guy...the uh, colored guy?"

"Tony, oh that's a neat story in itself," I said, then proceeded to tell Dale all about how Caleb's granny had adopted him.

"Wow, that's quite a story. Especially the way the old lady took on the sheriff's deputy," he laughed, "she sounds like my granny, she's a feisty old gal too."

"Yeah, she's the sweetest old lady you'd ever want to meet though, and oh man, can she cook. She makes the best cookies and stuff."

"Yeah, my granny is like that. I guess that's what grannies do."

"So, what about you? What's your story?"

"Nothing special, born and raised in Muskogee, my dad sells cars, my mom is an elementary school teacher. I have an older sister who's married and has a kid. So, I'm an uncle," he said looking proud.

"Cool, I hope to be an uncle someday, but not for a while. My little brother is only 7."

"So, he'll probably be an uncle first," he laughed.

"Yeah, maybe," I said, not really wanting to get into that.

"What? I guess you don't plan on getting married right out of college, huh?"

"No, not planning on it," I said, letting it rest there.

"Oh, here's our drinks, finally," he said, "I got this," he added when I offered to pay.

"But you're taking me home, you should let me pay," I insisted.

"Nah, it's your birthday and all," he said grinning, "wouldn't be right to make you pay on your birthday."

"How did you know it was my birthday?" I said with surprise.

"Oh, a certain someone told me," he said grinning, "but I can't say who, or why?"

"Oh man, it's about my party, isn't it? Are you keeping me busy while the guys decorate or something?" I said grinning.

"What? No...why do you think that?" he said feigning ignorance, but I could tell I'd hit the nail on the head.

"It's okay, your secret is safe. I'll act surprised, don't worry. I hope they at least invited you to the party. Hey, wait! How did they know I'd ask you for a ride?"

"Huh, well...uh...you might have mentioned it to Johnny this morning," he chuckled, but if you hadn't I was supposed to offer."

"Oh man, I did say that," I chuckled, "Johnny is so devious, but I love him anyway," I added before I could catch myself, "Oh, you know what I mean," I said blushing as I tried to back pedal.

"It's cool," Dale said then, "I get it. You don't have to pretend around me. In fact, I'm a little hurt that you thought you had to."

"You know?" I said, not denying anything, nor admitting anything.

"Most of the kids at school know. There are a few that have a problem with it, but most of em could care less. This is college and a chance for kids to explore new options and discover themselves. A place to let loose and get rid of all the hangups the adults have laid on us."

"We've really never had any problems, not even back in high school. In fact, all our friends supported us, and I think even envied us."

"That's great, and your folks, how do they feel about it?"

"They're our biggest supporters. I'll admit it took Johnny's dad a while to come around completely, but he already loved me like a son, so it was easy to love me as a son-in-law," I joked.

"You're lucky, some parents would have freaked out and started quoting the Bible, chapter and verse, to let you know how wrong and evil your love is."

"I know, we are lucky, but even if we hadn't been quite so lucky, I think we'd have found a way to make it work. We were meant to be together, and no one can keep us apart."

"That's how it should be," Dale agreed, "Personally, I don't see what all the hoo rah is about. It's not like that kind of thing is new. Guys have been messing with guys since the beginning of time, they just gave it a new name now. Gay, that's the new thing. Used to be homosexual, or queer, now it's gay," he laughed, "only most of em don't seem very happy, but I guess that's cause of all the hassle the regular folks give em."

"Did you ever mess with your buddies," I asked, curious to see what he'd say.

"Heck yeah, from the time I was about ten and up till high school. Then it got too weird for most of em. We started dating girls, but we were still jacking off a lot cause good girls don't put out, and our folks wouldn't let us go near the bad ones," he chuckled.

"Well, I never really had much experience with girls. We pretty much figured out how we felt about each other when we were 11 or 12. We had a few problems along the way, but we were always able to work things out."

"I guess love is like that, no matter who you're in love with. Me and this one girl back in high school, we got really close like that, then she met another guy she liked more, and that was that."

"That's terrible, but I guess it happens a lot. I remember something similar happening to a friend of mine. So, have you met anyone interesting at school?"

"Oh, there are a few that I wouldn't mind getting to know better, but they're all older, and most older girls don't want to be seen with a freshman."

"No girls your age that you like?"

"Nah, not really, but I'm in no hurry to find someone, I have plenty to keep me busy, what with my studies and my running."

"Running?'

"Yeah, I'm on the track team. It keeps me in shape and isn't as brutal as some of the other sports," he chuckled.

"I guess that explains why you're in such good shape," I said looking him over.

"Yeah, it burns the calories all right. The good thing is: I can eat almost anything I want and never gain an ounce."

"I'm not much of a runner," I said, "Johnny is fast though, I could never keep up with him when we were kids."

"That look in your eyes when you talk about him, that's really neat. I hope I find someone someday that makes me light up like that," Dale said smiling.

I blushed, "Sorry, I don't mean to run on and on about him, but...he's on my mind a lot."

"No, don't apologize, I think it's great," then glancing at his watch he started the car, "well, I think we can go now. I was supposed to keep you busy till 2, and it's ten till."

"If you drive slow, we'll be right on time," I laughed, "and thanks Dale, for the ride, and for the conversation. I've enjoyed talking to someone as open minded as you."

"That's me, always open for new experiences," he said, and for a moment I thought he might be interested in more than just conversation. I had to quit thinking like that though, not every boy I met was into that kind of stuff.

The Bug Bus was out front when we pulled up, as was Caleb's truck. My (Tony's) motorcycle wasn't in sight, but it was usually kept in the garage, so it might have been there. Dale pulled in next to the Bug Bus and turned off the engine and I figured he intended to stay for the party. So, without asking, I opened the door and stepped out and he followed my lead.

"Come on, I can't wait to see what these guys have cooked up."

"Remember, act surprised," Dale chuckled.

"Yeah, don't worry, I'm a very good actor."

Surprisingly, the door was locked and it took me a minute to fish out my key and get it open. It was dark inside, with only the light from the curtained windows lighting the room. It took my eyes a moment to adjust, then I saw the decorations all over the place, a Happy Birthday banner strung across one wall, balloons hanging everywhere from the ceiling and light fixtures, and in the dining room a festive paper table cloth covered the table. There was a huge punch bowl in the center of the table filled with a red liquid (punch I assumed, probably spiked) and cups and plates arranged around it.

All this I noted in a matter of seconds, then suddenly the lights come on and from the kitchen my three friends rushed out and yelled "Surprise!!" I jumped, even though I was expecting this and when they started singing Happy Birthday, Dale joined in as well.

"Oh, you guys," I said hugging each of them and finally kissing Johnny on the mouth, "thanks, this is great. I figured you were gonna do something, but I just figured you'd take me out to dinner or something. This is a complete surprise."

"Well, we've been planning it for a while now," Caleb said, "are you really surprised?"

"Yes, totally," I said grinning, "although it was kind of a giveaway when Dale came in with me."

"Damn, I was supposed to wait till you asked me," Dale laughed.

"Who cares?" Tony said, "we're all here, and it's party time," he said giving me a kiss on the cheek and another hug, "Oh, is that...?" I said, feeling something hard against my leg, "So where's Pete?", I said to Tony.

Pete was Tony's college friend from South Africa who he'd met at the beginning of the semester. They'd hit it off right away, and still continued to hang out occasionally, but their relationship hadn't taken off quite like Johnny and I had hoped.

"Oh, he'll be by later. He had a late class and then had to do some studying at the library," Tony said smiling.

Dale listened without comment and I felt the need to explain to Dale who Pete was, and not surprisingly he already knew him. In fact, they shared a number of classes together and had ran together on the school track a few times.

"Oh yeah, Pete is a great guy, good runner too," Dale said, "he keeps me on my toes when I run with him."

"Pete is a cool guy," I agreed, "so...what now guys?" I said, anxious to get my party started.

"Well, the others won't be here till 5 or 6, so why don't you go take a shower and get all dressed up for your party, while we get the snacks ready?" Caleb suggested, "Johnny, why don't you go help him?" he added chuckling.

Johnny laughed and grabbed my arm, "Come on old man and I'll help you get showered and dressed."

"Yes sir," I said grinning as I allowed him to lead me to our room, "Dale, thanks for the ride, see ya in a little while."

"Yeah, have fun," he laughed.

I grabbed us some clean underwear and we went to the bathroom, and while Johnny got the shower going I snuggled up to him and nuzzled his neck, "Thanks for the surprise party. I'll reward you later," I said in a sultry voice.

"Oh, you're going to reward me in the shower right now, then again later," he said in a lust filled voice.

"Oh, okay," I said excitedly, "you know I'm always up for a little fun with my favorite man."

"19," he said, swinging me around and pulling me into his strong arms, my lover is 19 today. Wow, do you realize we've been boyfriends for 8 years now?"

"Wow, has it been that long? It seems like only yesterday that we had our first kiss, and you know what? It just keeps getting better."

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it? I am so lucky to have you," he said tenderly as tears clouded both our eyes.

"I'm the lucky one, we're both lucky...I mean, not only do we have each other, but we have great families and great friends. Our life is just perfect...just perfect."

"It sure is," Johnny said stepping into the tub, "come on and I'll wash your back for you," he said with a devilish grin.

"I bet," I chuckled, knowing there would be more than back washing going on.

We started by washing each other, paying special attention to our naughty parts, then once we were rinsed off we began to play. Johnny spooned up behind me and attacked my neck, nuzzling and kissing, and sucking playfully, but not hard enough to leave any marks. Once or twice he'd gotten a bit carried away and left a hickie, and I'd been so embarrassed I'd worn a turtleneck to hide it. Johnny had just laughed, but promised to be more careful in the future.

His hard cock was pressing into my crack and I bent forward a little and spread my cheeks, coaxing him to go further, but he hesitated, "Not yet, first I want to make you feel good," he said, gently spinning me around. Then sitting on the side of the tub, he pulled me to him and began to lick and suck on my balls and cock.

I threw my head back and moaned lowly as I let my lover give me pleasure. By now Johnny and I knew each other's body like our own and had become experts at pleasing one another. His warm wet mouth felt Heavenly around my cock and he knew exactly how to use his tongue to add to my pleasure. His hands alternated between my balls and my ass, and eventually his wet finger sought out my pucker.

Slowly he worked his finger into me, fingering me as he sucked, taking me to new heights of pleasure. Johnny took his time, but my body was responding like never before, and I knew I wasn't going to last long at this rate. I tried to communicate to Johnny what I was feeling, but the words wouldn't form, and suddenly I cried out and began to fill his mouth with my hot thick cum.

Johnny gobbled down every drop greedily, and when I ran dry at last, he licked the head clean, extracted his finger from my ass, and pulled me closer and kissed my tummy and chest as far up as he could reach.

"I love you so much," he whispered, "did you like that?"

"God yes, Johnny, no one can do to me what you do. I could die a happy man right now just from having you make love to me like that."

"No one's dying," he chuckled, "it's your birthday and we are going to celebrate the day God put you in this world especially for me."

"Come up here," I said pulling him up and kissing him deeply and passionately, "Now, I want to make you feel as good as I do."

"I untangled myself from Johnny and turned to present my backside to him, leaning against the wall and bracing myself for what was to come.

Johnny was hot and hard, and I knew he was as eager to get inside me as I was to have him there. Using a bit of conditioner as lube, he eased into me, both of us moaning our approval. He began to move slowly then, grabbing my waist to steady himself and nuzzling and kissing the back of my neck in that way that drives me crazy.

Johnny took his time, slowly making love till I was moaning so loudly I feared the others could hear me in the living room. But the truth was, I didn't care. Except for Dale, they all knew Johnny and I were fierce noisy lovers, but I doubted Dale would be bothered by the noise either.

We finally emerged from the bathroom after about 45 minutes, squeaky clean and well sated, wearing just our tighty whiteys and big happy grins on our faces. Tony and Caleb began hooting and Dale laughed as we came into view, and we both took a bow before going into our bedroom.

I dressed in slacks and a nice button up shirt at Johnny's insistence, because he said he wanted to take some pics and wanted me to look nice. He, on the other hand, donned corduroys and a paisley print shirt that I had bought him for Christmas. He looked good enough to eat, and I figured we'd better get out of there and join the others before I took him to bed and had my way with him, again.

"Did you get all your parts cleaned?" Tony joked when we finally showed up.

"Inside and out," I said without even blushing.

"Oh man," Dale chuckled, "you guys are something else."

"Yeah, we just haven't figured out what yet," Caleb laughed.

It was still early, and the others wouldn't arrive for a couple of hours, so we just sat around and talked for a while. Around 5, Tony and Caleb returned to the kitchen and finished preparing the food, which was mostly finger food and chips and dips. There would be Pizza delivered later when the other's arrived, and there was the punch (which was spiked as I'd guessed), as well as beer and soda.

Finally, the others began to arrive and I was surprised to see not only Pete but his roommate Carl, as well as a couple other friends we'd made at school. The pizza arrived shortly afterwards, and for a while we were all busy feeding our faces. I noticed Caleb kept looking at his watch, and a time or two Johnny went to the front window and looked out. I wondered if there was a guest who hadn't showed up yet, but I had no idea who it might be.

My question was answered soon afterwards when there was a knock on the door and Caleb rushed to answer it. I was busy getting more punch and didn't immediately see who it was, and almost dropped my cup of punch when I did. Sitting it down and practically running to pull my old friend into a hug, I began to cry as I held Gerald in my arms.

"You shits," I said looking at the others, "why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, by the way...Surprise!" Johnny laughed, and he the others rushed up to join us in a group hug.

"Oh man, this is the best birthday present ever," I said wiping away my tears and looking him over, "you look great. Doesn't he look great guys?"

"Yeah, sexy," Caleb laughed, "all that hard training. Has your dick grown any?" he added laughing.

"You'll just have to see for yourself, later," Gerald chuckled, "then blushed a little when he realized there were strangers there.

"It's cool," I said, "these guys are used to us by now."

"Good, cause I'm as horny as a rooster in a barnyard full of hens," Gerald laughed, then holding me at arm's length he looked me over, "You don't look so bad yourself. You've put on some weight, but it looks like it's all muscle. You were always too skinny."

"He's been playing a lot of tennis," Johnny said, "while I'm busy painting."

"You all look good," Gerald said smiling, "a real sight for sore eyes. I've missed you guys, but I try not to think about it that much. I been training hard and don't have much time to think about anything else."

"So, what are you doing here? Are you on leave, or did they kick your sorry ass out?" I teased.

"No such luck, I'm being deployed to Nam in a couple weeks, I'm on leave till then."

My face sunk as did my spirit, but I tried not to show it, "Well, till then you're gonna stay right here with us, okay?"

"Yeah, that's what Johnny said, but I do need to go see my mom for a while."

"Oh, yeah...of course. We'll drive you. In fact, we're going back this weekend for my other birthday party and you can come to that one too."

"Yeah, right now...I am so thirsty. Got any beer?"

"You bet, have a seat and I'll grab us one," Johnny said coming to our rescue.

I found us a spot where we could sit together and Johnny joined us, with fresh punch for me and a beer for them. We listened as Gerald filled us in on the past six months of his life, and we were mesmerized by his commentary. It was amazing how fast he'd gone from high school grad to chopper pilot, but I worried that maybe, just maybe, the Army was rushing things a bit just to fill the void left by all the young soldiers who wouldn't be coming home in one piece.

But Gerald was happy and pumped, and who was I to cast doubt on what for him was the greatest opportunity of his life? Instead I built him up with praise and encouragement, and hoped and prayed for the best.

Eventually, it was time for presents, and cake and ice cream, and as I sat at the head of the table in our dining room, I opened my presents one by one, then thanked each giver warmly before moving to the next. When all the gifts were opened and all the cards read, money extracted from some, I thanked everyone again and we moved on to the cake.

The cake was huge, two layers, one vanilla, one chocolate, with white frosting, and was made to look like an open book. On one side, it said Happy Birthday Robert, and on the other side a huge 19 in blue. The edges of the pages were lined with blue and yellow flowers and green leaves and stems. It was a beautiful cake, and I had Johnny take several pictures of it before I cut into it.

After the cake and ice cream was dished out, punch glasses refilled or beers or soda passed out, Johnny led everyone in a toast and we clinked glasses or bottles and drank to my health. It was a touching moment as I looked around at friends, old and new, but the best gift of all that day, was the return of my old friend Gerald, even if for only a short time.

By 8 o'clock, everyone had left, with the exception of Pete and Dale, who had been invited to stay for the after party. I spent most of my time that evening keeping Gerald in my sights, touching him whenever I could, and anxiously awaiting the time when I'd be able to welcome him home properly.

By ten o'clock, all of us had a pretty good buzz going on and were hungry again. We grabbed some snacks and more drinks, and this time the setting was more intimate as we piled down and chatted and ate our food. Dale turned out to be even more interesting and charming than I'd guessed, and Pete was always a joy to be around.

Gerald however, was the center of attention for us all, and we plied him with questions which he happily answered. When the subject of the war and the protests came up, Gerald put it simply. "I know a lot of folks don't like the war and don't think we should be over there. I don't know what's right or wrong, all I know is: I joined up to do my part, and if that's where I gotta go, then so be it. I want to make a difference though, and that's why I became a chopper pilot. While the politicians figure things out, I'll be over there flying our boys and supplies in and out, and doing my best."

"And we're all so proud of you," I said hugging him, tears clouding my eyes once more, "but we'll worry, that's only natural. You better be careful over there and come back to us, okay?"

"I'll do my best, but if it's my time, it's my time," he said calmly, "I already made peace with things, and I'm putting my faith in God and my country."

Everyone looked a little teary-eyed then, and fortunately Johnny changed the subject. I hauled out pictures of Mikey, and Gerald couldn't believe how he'd grown.

"He probably won't even know me now," he said looking at the photos.

"Oh, I bet he will," I assured him, "he's like a hound dog, he'll just sniff you and know right away who you are." We all laughed then, and the mood was lightened.

A while later I excused myself to the bathroom and Johnny accompanied me. Once we were behind the closed door I asked him what the plans were for the night. "Are Pete and Dale staying the night, or what?" I asked.

"It's up to them, they've been invited, and neither have made any move to leave. I guess we'll know soon. When we start making out," he laughed.

"Hmm...I'm sure Tony and Pete wouldn't mind some time together, but what about Dale? You think he's up for some fun?"

"Why would he accept the invitation if he wasn't?" Johnny reasoned, "he's the odd man out though, unless Gerald seduces him."

"I plan on occupying most of Gerald's time," I chuckled, "well, with you there of course."

"Maybe I'll break Dale in then," he teased.

"Whatever you think," I said giving him the green light, "you know I trust you."

"We'll see how things go. Just relax and enjoy, this is your birthday."

"Yeah, I will. I'm glad I don't have any classes tomorrow, but I bet some of these guys do."

"I checked, everyone had rearranged things so they can sleep late."

"Good, I know I intend to," I laughed, "come on, let's get back to my party."

I dimmed the lights when we returned and we all grabbed another beer. In the background the Turtles were singing, So Happy Together, and I thought how true that was. Even though most of us weren't thinking about girls.

Mellow, that's the word that came to mind as I looked around at my friends, new and old. And...so happy together. I guess it was inevitable that Johnny and I start the ball rolling, and when Johnny reached over and pulled me into a kiss, all eyes were on us.

I saw Dale smile, then he looked away, his cheeks turning slightly red. If he was blushing at a kiss, I wondered what he'd do if we started making out in earnest. Gerald, who was sitting beside me on my left, slipped an arm around both of us and gave us a sideways hug.

"I sure have missed the fun we used to have as kids," Gerald chuckled, "I mean we never had any problem getting things started, and everyone just jumped in. Is it still like that?"

"Yes," all of us said at once, causing the gang to laugh, though Dale's laugh seemed a bit subdued.

I wondered if Dale was still as eager to hang around now that we were moving on to the fun part of the party, but I guessed we'd soon find out.

"Anyone else think it's hot in here?" Johnny said suddenly, then without waiting for an answer, he stripped off his shirt, revealing that body that I just couldn't get enough of.

"Now that you mention it..." I said, staring at Johnny's chiseled upper body and flat tummy, then removing my shirt as well.

Maybe I wasn't quite as developed as my Johnny, but I was no slouch either, and Johnny liked my body, and that was all the validation I needed.

Soon shirts began to come off, until Dale was the only one still fully clothed.

"Aww, come on Dale," Tony chuckled, "join us, I promise you'll have fun."

"Well, if you guys are sure you want me here..."

So that was it, Dale was afraid we wouldn't accept him into the inner sanctum.

"Yes, we all want you here," I assured him, "you're new, but you'll catch on quick. No one has to do anything they don't want to though, so do as much or as little as you're comfortable with, but...I almost guarantee, you'll enjoy yourself if you just let go."

"Woo hoo, free love baby!" Gerald said standing and dropping his khaki pants to reveal army green boxers.

Johnny and I cracked up when we saw his drawers, so he did a little dance, twisting side to side, the outline of his pecker clearly visible as it flopped around inside. Dale might have been blushing, but he was staring just like the rest of us, and even joined in the clapping once Gerald really got going.

Since all he had on now was his boxers and socks, he really couldn't do a strip tease, but he did do the tease part. He shimmied and shook his rear in our faces, then pushed those awful boxers down to expose his crack and the beginning of his bush as the catcalls and whistles filled the room. Even Dale finally seemed to be getting into the spirit of things and I decided it was time to move to the next phase, getting naked.

I stood, pulling Johnny up with me and began unbuttoning my pants, and Johnny followed my lead. Soon we were down to our tighty whiteys as we joined Gerald in his dance, bumping hips and uglies as we laughed so hard we could barely talk.

Tony and Caleb were next to drop trou, and it wasn't long till Pete joined in the fun. Dale watched looking embarrassed, indecision clouding his face, then suddenly he stood. For one horrible moment I thought he was going to bolt for the door, but with a sigh of resignation, he dropped his pants to reveal a pair of bright red bikini briefs.

Now, I'd seen those things in the store, and even considered buying a pair to spice things up in the bedroom, but this was the first time I'd ever seen a pair modeled. They were sexy as hell, but the thing I noticed most was, that Dale was hung like a pony. Those skimpy bikini briefs could scarcely contain the enormous organ that lurked inside them, and I think all of us were a little envious at the moment.

"Damn man," Pete laughed, "is that all you, or you gotta cucumber stuffed in there?"

The remark was so comical that we all erupted into a fit of laughter, all except Dale who just grinned and said, "Nope, it's all me, and that's what I brought to the party."

More laughter erupted then, but it was just the icebreaker we all needed. After that, getting naked was easy and we couldn't wait to see Dale's monster dong up close.

Not only was Dale's pecker long, it was also fat, and like Johnny and I, he was uncut with a long nozzle of foreskin. His huge hairy balls hung between his legs, and I wondered again how he managed to stuff all that meat into those skimpy briefs.

Another round of beer put us over the top and we skipped the making out and went right for the sex. I couldn't wait to get my mouth on Gerald after all this time away from him, and Johnny turned his attention to Dale.

From the corner of my eye I saw the two talking as Johnny eyed that huge hard cock between them, then suddenly Johnny was on his knees trying to swallow that thing down.

I saw Caleb come over then and tap Johnny on the shoulder like he was cutting in on a dance, and Johnny stood and Caleb took his place at the thrown, worshiping Dales' huge horse cock.

Tony and Pete seemed content with one another and no one seemed to notice or care when the two slipped off to Tony's room for some fucking. I know that was what they did, because I got a full report later.

Maybe it was my imagination, but not only was Gerald much more muscular, thanks to the Army, but his dick seemed to have grown a bit too. His balls were full and ripe and he admitted after he'd dumped his load down my throat that he'd been saving it for a week.

Gerald was just as eager to please me as I had been to please him, and as I sat on the couch, legs spread, running my fingers through what little hair he had, I had a flashback to the first time we'd messed around.

We'd been 12, as best I could recall, and we'd met on the train tracks where I spent many enjoyable days as a kid. I don't even remember exactly how it all came about, but even from our first meeting it was obvious sex was going to be a big part of our relationship. Of course, we'd grown to love each other over time, and sex became less important as our friendship grew. Gerald had even tried girls, but he never once turned down a chance to be with us guys that way.

"Man, do they teach blow jobs in the Army, cause you really seem to be doing an expert job," I teased.

"Nope, but I have had a few chances to practice while I was away," Gerald said grinning, "but it's easy to suck a little one like yours," he teased.

"Little? Well, maybe compared to Dale's big old weenie, but I think my dick is just right."

"It is a nice one," Gerald said between licks, "Hey, wanna fuck me? I haven't been fucked in a while, and I sorta got an itch back there."

"As long as the itch isn't catching," I laughed, "but not here, let's go to my room so we can be comfy. Let me holler at Johnny."

Johnny was busy taking turns with Caleb sucking horse-cock boy, but when I told him what I was up to, he volunteered to come along and I eagerly accepted. Maybe both of us could fuck Gerald and really scratch that itch of his.

That left only Caleb and Dale in the living room, but I don't think they were even aware that we'd left them. Something had clicked between the two, and soon Dale would become a frequent visitor to our home.

Gerald may have been a manly stud, a G.I. Joe rough and ready soldier, but when he was on his back, legs in the air and a dick in his ass, he was soft as any girl. His ass was tight from not being used regularly, but between me and Johnny we got him loosened up and filled up with our manly seed.

He sighed contentedly when we were through with him and I offered my ass as payment, but he said he needed to rest first. After all, we had the whole night for him to collect, since we'd already decided he was bunking with me and Johnny.

Eventually we wandered back into the living room to find Caleb kneeling on the couch with Dale behind him feeding that ball bat of his into Caleb's poor ass. Not even I would have tackled that beast without some stretching first, but Caleb must've liked it because he was moaning, as they say, like a French Whore. Oui Oui.

Of course we had to watch, and the sight of that huge dick going in and out of Caleb's tight hole was enough to get us horned up again. I knelt on the couch beside Caleb and we kissed while Gerald mounted me from behind, and he and Dale bred our asses.

Johnny facilitated by kissing and rubbing and generally being a horn dog while we rutted, but afterwards Caleb invited him to deposit a load in his well used ass. Gerald got in on the fun, but he was still spent from earlier, and mostly watched the action, though he did touch both boys as they rutted.

"Damn, it's all loose now," Johnny joked, "someone grab me a two by fours so I don't fall in."

"Very funny," Caleb said, contracting his ass muscles to prove he could still be a tight fuck.

"Oww...not so hard. It's like an anaconda squeezing a gerbil," Johnny joked.

"A gerbil? You wish your dick was as big around as a gerbil," Caleb laughed.

Dale was a whole different person now that he'd been fully initiated into the sleazy debauchery that we called normal, and we talked while we watched the two fucking.

"Did you think you'd be doing this shit when you agreed to bring me home?" I joked.

"No, to tell you the truth, I never in a million years even dreamed of anything like this happening. In fact, at one point before we got started, I was considering excusing myself and going home."

"Aren't you glad you didn't?" I asked grinning.

"Yeah, very glad. I haven't gotten off like that...ever. A lot of girls think I'm too big, and my buddies would never do more than jerk me. I mean they liked feeling my big dick, but they weren't about to try to get it in their mouth."

"Yeah, I can see that. It's a stretch all right," I chuckled, "I have to admit, I was shocked to see Caleb giving up his ass to that big fucker. Even I wouldn't have been that bold right off the bat. I mean, over the years I've had my share of challenges, but that thing there is scary."

"Yeah, well...I was shocked too, but damn it was good. Best feeling ever. I hope he will let me do that again sometime."

"Oh, I'm sure he will, and who knows? I might even work up enough nerve to give it a try someday."

"Really, that would be rad," he said suddenly yawning, "Ugh, I was wondering, where will I be sleeping?"

"I'd guess with loose butt over there," I joked, "Seems only fair. Johnny and I have already called dibs on Gerald in our bed, and Tony and Pete have been going at it like rabbits for the last hour or so."

"Yeah, I wondered where they went," Dale chuckled, "I was hoping they'd hang around a while. I was kinda curious about, you know? black guys and all."

"Well, you saw their goodies, they're almost as well endowed as you, and I can assure you they are horny guys and can come multiple times. They're also very sweet in bed, and both good kissers if you're into that."

"Well, I wasn't sure I would be till it happened tonight, but yeah...kissing is sexy too."

"You could just slip into their room and crawl into bed with them," I suggested.

"Aww, I couldn't do that. What if they got mad?"

"I can assure you, they will not get mad, but unless you like taking it up the tailpipe as much as giving it, you might want to make that clear up front."

"Well, see...the thing is, I don't know if I like that or not. I've never had a guy, you know? back there."

"Huh, I suggest you start with someone smaller, like me," I said grinning.

"Okay," Dale said quickly, surprising the heck out of me.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, now is as good a time as any. I'm half drunk and horny as heck. If it hurts will you stop though?"

"It won't hurt, I know how to do it right," I assured him, "but not here, come on, let's go to my bedroom."

I flagged Johnny to tell him what we were up to and he promised to come join us once he and Caleb were done playing. I led Dale to our bedroom which still reeked of man sex and told him to lay down on his back.

I grabbed the lotion and a towel and got on my knees between his legs and had him raise his legs high so I could get at his asshole. I was surprised at how easily he opened up once I had a finger in him, and as I added a second finger he moaned, not in pain, but pleasure.

By the time I had a third finger in him I knew he'd have no trouble taking my average sized cock, and I lubed up while still fingering him. Then removing my fingers, and before he could close up completely, I stuck my cock up his ass.

He yelped, but settled down as soon as I stopped pushing, and I waited a while before pushing more of my cock inside him. It didn't take long to get in balls deep, but I waited a moment before starting to move.

"Okay?" I asked as I started to thrust gently and slowly into his hot tight body.

"Yeah, just feels weird, like I'm taking a shit or something. Sometimes when you push you rub against something that feels really good. Is that my prostate?"

"Yeah, if I get the angle just right, you might nut just from me rubbing against it."

"Cool, that would be cool."

Johnny showed up about mid-fuck, but Caleb and Gerald remained in the living room to do some catching up. Johnny laid on the bed beside us and joined in by kissing and fondling us, only adding to our pleasure. I'd finally found just the right position and was stimulating Dale's love nut with each stroke of my hard prick.

I was hammering him harder now, rabbit fucking, we called it, and the whole bed was shaking, the springs squeaking as the headboard bumped against the wall.

"I'm close," I gasped as I threw my head back and concentrated on my hard pecker.

Johnny grabbed Dale's cock then, I supposed planning to jerk him off, but as soon as his hand was wrapped around it, Dale cried out and began to fire off a massive amount of cum onto his chest and stomach, some of it hitting both me and Johnny.

The effect was immediate. As Dale came, he instinctively clenched his bowels, squeezing my cock and sending me over the edge as well. I cried out as the hot jizz rocketed up my piss tube and flew from my cock, painting the walls of Dale's tight guts with it.

I buried myself to the hilt, gyrating my hips and riding out the massive orgasm, barely aware of my surroundings till Johnny found my mouth and kissed me passionately.

I moaned into his mouth and jabbed my tongue inside, only to be met by his own and they dueled, as the kiss continued. The orgasm seemed to go on for hours, but I'm sure it was only a minute or so till the last of my spunk exited my dick and I was left high and dry.

I slowly extracted my peter from Dale's hot tight squishy hole and grabbed the towel to clean us both up. Exhausted, I fell down atop Johnny as Dale finally lowered his legs and stretched the kinks out.

"Well, how was your first time?" I sighed.

"Much better than I feared it would be," Dale confessed, "I was scared at first, but you seemed to know what you were doing, and I just relaxed and went with it."

"You did great. Now that you're not a virgin anymore, you won't have to worry about that particular thing anymore."

"Yeah, uh...but now I'm wiped out," Dale said yawning.

"Come on, let's get you hooked up with Caleb so you can get some rest," I said grabbing his hand and leading him out to the living room.

Gerald and Caleb were sitting on the couch talking intimately, but when we entered the room they fell quiet and gave us their undivided attention.

"Bed time," I said masking a yawn, "Gerald, come with me and Johnny, Caleb, can Dale bunk with you?"

"Yeah, definitely," Caleb said grinning, "come on man, I'm sort a tired myself. But first, gotta hit the can."

We watched the two head upstairs, then dragged Gerald off to our room. After we'd all peed and brushed our teeth, we settled into bed and were out quickly.

If you think that was the end of it though, guess again. Around 4 am we awoke and had another go at it, this time forming a daisy chain and sucking each other off. It was fun, but we fell asleep quickly after we came. That was my 19th birthday party, well the first one anyway, but I doubted anything could ever top this one.

End Chapter 7

Next chapter: Another Birthday Party

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