Date: Fri, 2 Aug 2013 06:07:50 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diamond Dreams  Chapter 43

Welcome back to Diamond Dreams. Remember to be safe. Please
give to Nifty. Remember that all of this is fiction—which means it
never happened.

In this chapter, Kraig and Hunter's father wander into dangerous
territory. Noah has a rough Christmas. Marty gets hit on by Dallas.
And of course where there is Marty, there is sure to be a Hurricane
ready to stir things up.

Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com




CHAPTER 43
JUNIOR YEAR: RELATIONSHIPS-2

<Sunday, December 1 to Monday, January 3>

-Tuesday 12/6

Eric and Scott were walking to lunch together when Tama caught up
with them. "Hi, Scott, hi, Eric," she said in greeting.

"Hey, Tama," Eric said. "Are you going to sit with Scott at lunch?"

"No, I'm going to sit with you. Look for me at one of the window
tables." She snuck a quick, forbidden by school rules, peck on Scott's
cheek and headed for the lunchroom.

"What was that about?" Eric asked.

"I have no clue."

"Can she still be a bitch?" Eric asked.

"She has her moments, but she's trying. I mean she's really changed
a lot."

"You said you guys haven't been naked since you got back
together?"

"Nope, but we do make out sometimes. Just kissing and the like,
maybe a quick feel...you know, reaching inside our clothes kind of
feel. We're doing like we said, acting like we just started our
relationship. And you know what?"

"What?"

"It's working out pretty good."

"But you would go all the way if you could?"

"Some day. I like how this is going. And me, Carl, and Danny have
formed the `straight boys getting each other off' gang, which works
pretty good, too."

As they walked into the lunchroom, Eric thought about telling Scott he
lived a house away if he needed help with blue balls, but before he
could say anything Noah came up to them. Eric always wondered if
there was some kind of karma at work at that moment—something
that kept him from saying something he might have regretted later.

Eric told Noah that Tama wanted to talk to him. The two boyfriends
usually brought lunches from home and that day wasn't an exception.
Eric bought a carton of chocolate milk and found Tama. Noah and
Scott sat with Danny, Carl, Hunter, and the twins. Lars was absent
with a cold that day.

Eric and Tama started eating, exchanging small talk, until Eric asked
Tama what this meeting was all about. "It's taken me awhile, but I've
worked up the courage to do this today."

"Do what, have lunch with me? I don't see how that takes courage."

"No, I want to apologize for how I treated you."

"You've never treated me like anything. You've pretty much ignored
my existence."

"You know what I mean. You know how I treated you by the way I told
Scott how to treat you. How I treated you by being a controlling bitch."

"Damn, Scott's right. You really are reforming."

"I've apologized to Danny and Hunter already. But you were the
important one."

Eric wondered if Tama was in some kind of program for recovering
bitches like Marty was for recovering alcoholics. She was sure
sounding like him. "Scott and I were going to break up anyway. We
were twelve and clueless. I thought what I had was going to last
forever, and I think he was just a horny friend who thought he was
different than he was."

"You're still friends, right?"

"Maybe better friends than ever, but we're not lovers. I have Noah
now, and believe me, Noah is all a guy could ever want. So in the end
things ended up like they probably were supposed to, but there was a
lot of hurt involved for me and especially for Noah."

"You know, I always thought you were cute. I still do. I had a crush on
you when you enrolled back in sixth grade."

"Scott told me a lot of girls did. And it ended up I didn't care because I
had my own boy crushes to deal with."

"Do you forgive me for what I did?"

"Yes, I do. But I'm going to leave you with this thought." Eric gave
Tama his most intense stare, making her wonder what that thought
might be. "If you ever intentionally hurt Scott, you'll be dealing with
me. And this gay boy can put your bitchiness to shame if he wants
to."

Tama looked directly into Eric's eyes. "Understood," she said.

Saturday 12/10

Kraig was spending the night at Hunter's house. They had spent the
evening playing pool with Hunter's father, who was a very good pool
player. Hunter was a good player as well, especially since his father
had been giving him lessons. Kraig's good hand-eye coordination
allowed him to keep up with Hunter's dad. But Allen Hawkins won
more often than not, because of his experience and his athletic
ability.

The two sixteen year olds headed up to Hunter's room a little after
ten. They took care of their nightly business and crawled under the
covers of Hunter's bed. They kissed some and cuddled some and
Kraig watched Hunter yawn a lot. He knew Hunter had gotten up
early to help his dad at the store, and that was after having played in
most of a basketball game the night before. Kraig wasn't at all
surprised when Hunter literally fell asleep in his arms.

Kraig quietly left the bed and pulled on his black silk briefs. He'd had
a boner ever since Hunter's father gave him his usual neck and back
massage earlier. Kissing and cuddling naked with Hunter hadn't
helped his situation.

When he got his massage, he'd been dressed in a t-shirt and shorts,
which were a lot more than he usually wore during one of the
massages. For whatever reason, Allen's massages turned him on,
and he knew they turned Hunter's father on as well. Usually they
turned Hunter on from just watching the two of them. The massage
that night was much tamer than usual. Two previous massages had
actually led to him shooting his spunk, although one of the two times
happened seconds after Allen left Hunter's bedroom.

The massage had been in the recreation room. Since Hunter's
mother was around, Kraig's clothes remained on and the sexual
overtones were minimal. Kraig was certain he was able to hear some
noise from downstairs. Since he wasn't ready to sleep, he thought
he'd go down to investigate. He was almost out of the room when he
realized that Hunter's mother might be downstairs, so he quickly
found his t-shirt in the dark and pulled it on. Since it covered up most
of his underpants, he felt safe.

When he got downstairs, he saw Allen Hawkins watching a delayed
football broadcast on ESPN. Allen was sitting in his big overstuffed
recliner wearing a robe over a pair of striped pajama pants.

"Well, hello Kraig. What's the matter, couldn't sleep?"

"Hunter was tired and crashed right away and I wasn't ready to sleep
yet."

"Feel free to sit and watch the replay of a lame college bowl game."

Kraig sat on the couch, stretching his body and adjusting things so
that his t-shirt edged up, revealing all of his black briefs and a bit of
his belly. He saw that Hunter's dad had taken notice. Kraig knew he
was flirting with a grown man, the father of his boyfriend, but he didn't
care. He thought he must have the same gene for it that Kevin had.
He was hard and his briefs did nothing to hide the fact.

"I was hoping maybe we could finish that massage," Kraig said. "We
really didn't go deep with it since I had my shirt on and all."

Allen Hawkins dropped the footrest on the recliner and stood up. He
grabbed a leather ottoman and pulled it over to the edge of the
couch. "I think we can make that work. We have to keep those
muscles loose for baseball."

Neither Kevin nor Kraig played school basketball, although each of
them was on a recreation team at the community center. The games
were played on Saturdays at the school gyms, but the season wasn't
going to start until after the first of the year.

"You mean for basketball, right?" Kraig asked.

"No, I meant baseball. I know you're on a rec team, but baseball is
what it's all about in this town right now." He gestured to Kraig to sit
on the ottoman. Allen slid in behind him, sitting on the couch. "The
Mustangs had a decent football team. Our basketball team is a bit
better than average, but the community has caught your state
tournament fever. The goal you boys set way back in middle school
hasn't been a secret." Kraig grunted thinking of the extra pressure
that would put on the team.

"Lift up your arms so we can do this massage right this time." Kraig
did so, feeling a thrill ripple through his body as Mr. Hawkins lifted his
t-shirt up and over his arms and head.

"Where's Mrs. H?" Kraig asked.

"She's zonked out for the night,"

Allan started to work on Kraig's neck and shoulders. He was very
cognizant of the throbbing boner straining inside of Kraig's tight briefs
and of the dark spot becoming visible even on the black fabric. He
was also aware of his own erection as he kneaded the teen's well-
toned upper body. He pushed himself against Kraig's back. Kraig
could feel the man's steel rod pushing against the fabric of his
bathrobe and pajamas.

"I'll be right back," Allen said in a raspy voice. He went into the
bathroom that was off of the big recreation room and returned with a
bath towel, which he laid across the couch.

"Lie face down on the couch," Allen said in a raspy voice. Kraig got
up from the ottoman, his boner pushing the waistband of his briefs
out from his beautifully formed waist. Allen took off his bathrobe and
his pajama top; he was now bare from the waist up. Kraig admired his
muscular chest, covered with a light sprinkling of hair. Allen worked
out almost every day keeping himself in shape.

Kraig lay on the couch, his muscular ass showing perfectly through
the tight briefs. Allen returned to massaging the teen's neck and
upper back, his hands moving down lower and lower until they were
just above Kraig's waistband. He bypassed the boy's ass and went to
work on his still smooth legs, covered my only the barest hint of hairs.
Kraig knew Kevin's legs were hairier and often wondered why his twin
brother was always maturing faster then he was.

He loved the feel of the man's big hands. Unlike his twin brother, he
didn't have an overwhelming desire to be seduced by a man. But for
whatever reason, the massages of Hunter's father had made him
horny through the years. He knew Kevin had his man-friend, Sherm,
and that they had occasional sex together. He wondered what sex
with Allen Hawkins would be like. He could make out the man's
erection tenting out his pajamas and knew he wanted it and that this
could be the night he could find out if Allen did, too.

Allen massaged Kraig's calves and then worked up to the backs of
his thighs. His hands went to where Kraig was hoping they would go
as his fingers manipulated the twin orbs of his teen ass. Kraig
moaned lightly and humped the couch a couple of times before he
realized what he was doing. Allen's hands reached the teen's crack
without actually entering it. Kraig's body shivered from the sexual
excitement roaring through it.

It was then that he took the initiative. Lifting himself slightly off of the
couch, he placed his hands inside the waistband of the briefs, and
pulled them down. Allen saw what Kraig was trying to do. His rational
mind told him that the massage stopped there. But his lust at the
moment caused him to take over for the sixteen year old, pulling the
briefs down Kraig's legs and over his feet.  The boy now lay naked
before him, his body slender and lithe--the sculpted body of a
teenage athlete.

Kraig moaned again as Allen's hands now manipulated his bare ass,
this time finding their way into the cleft between the muscular orbs.
"That feels so good," Kraig whispered, encouraging Hunter's father to
continue his ministrations.  He loved the feel of the man's large hands
and strong fingers on his bare ass. He wanted so badly to reach over
and place his hand around the obviously large boner that had tented
Allen's pajamas. Kraig felt one hand leave his ass and heard a light
snapping noise. He turned his head and saw Allen's pajamas bottoms
fall to the floor, revealing a thick, eight inch man tool. Kraig moaned
at the sight of it, instantly understanding why his twin was attracted to
older men.

The sixteen year old rolled over onto his back, revealing his own six
inch teen erection which was leaking copious amounts of precum. He
pushed up his hips to make his boner look as inviting as he could; he
wanted Allen to wrap his fist around it, to wrap his lips around it. He
wanted Hunter's father to touch him in a sexual way as the massage
had obviously gone far beyond a massage—it had gone to the place
both of them subconsciously knew it would one day end up. Kraig
moaned at the thought of the touch of those large hands on his
throbbing penis.

Kraig reached for Allen's cock, wrapping his hand around it, then felt
the man's hands wrap around his own boner. They started to
manipulate each other's erections. Allen was leaking precum and
Kraig wanted to lick it off. He raised his head and flicked his tongue
across the man's penis. Kraig wrapped his lips around the head of
the biggest erection he had ever seen.

But Allen gently lifted Kraig away. "No, not this, not now," he
whispered as he started to furiously masturbate himself. Kraig took
his own turgid member into his hand and followed suit. He knew he
had gone as far as Allen was going to let him go. The two were now
jerking themselves off with the final goal in mind—the sex, if there
was ever to be sex, would wait until some other time.

Allen came first, with a long baritone moan and then a drawn out,
"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck," as he shot rope after rope of thick man cum
over Kraig's smooth, hairless torso. He coated the boy who had
turned him on so often for so many years.

Kraig didn't know it was possible for someone's balls to hold as much
cum as was being shot over his body. The feel of the hot man jism
hitting him set him off and he fired off his own ropes of cum as shot
after shot of teen cum mixed with the man seed already covering him.

Both of them were spent from their masturbation session. Allen sat on
the edge of the couch at Kraig's feet, breathing hard, coming down
from his sexual high as Kraig's breath came in deep pants. Kraig
started rubbing his chest and belly, mixing his cum with that of
Hunter's father, coating his torso with the thick white spunk.

"Are you okay with this?" Allen finally asked.

"Yeah, I'm cool. That was intense. I wanted you to jerk me off. Hell, I
wanted to suck you off. I still do."

"I wanted it badly, but I couldn't. I'm sorry, I know how turned on you
were.  If you and Hunter weren't boyfriends, maybe I could have. But
I couldn't do that to my son—I couldn't be the one to encourage you
to cheat on him."

"It wouldn't have been cheating. Hunter knows we both were getting
turned on by the massages. He knows I had a couple of orgasms
from them. We've talked about this a lot. He knows I've wanted this."

"A couple? I only remember one."

Kraig gave him a teen smirk and got off of the couch. He stood in
front of his boyfriend's father and kissed him on the lips. Kraig was
pleased when Allen accepted the kiss and the two were soon pushing
their tongues into each other's mouths, their arms wrapped around
each other, the cum on Kraig's torso sticking to Allen's body. Allen
groped Kraig's junk, amazed that the boy was already fully hard
again. Kraig felt Allen's balls and hardening cock.  Allen knew if he
didn't stop now that this time he was going to go as far as he could
with the teen, so he reluctantly broke the kiss.

Kraig sighed and picked up his underpants and t-shirt and started out
of the room, avoiding the temptation to grope Hunter's father again
while at the same time Hunter's father avoided the temptation to
grope his son's boyfriend. But he couldn't help but admire Kraig's
gorgeous teen ass, which he saw as the punctuation mark of the
smooth, beautifully sculpted body of a sixteen year old athlete.

Kraig stopped, smiled again, and bade Allen Hawkins goodnight.

"Goodnight, Kraig," Allen said. He allowed his naked body to recline
back in his chair, wondering what the hell he had done and what
would happen when Hunter found out about the little tryst on the
recreation room couch. There was no doubt in his mind that his son
would find out.

Kraig snuck quietly into Hunter's dark bedroom, the front of his torso
still sticky with cum. He thought about going to the bathroom to clean
it off, then decided to crawl into bed next to his lover. He could wash
it off in the morning after it dried.

"Did you and dad have fun?" Hunter asked.

"Are you awake?" Kraig asked.

"No, I'm just talking to you in my sleep." He sniffed at the air. "You
smell like cum. Did you and dad have sex?"

"Um...not exactly," Kraig said nervously.

"What does `not exactly' mean?"

"It means he massaged me, we got turned on like we always do, and
I had his cock in my mouth..."

"You...had...dad's...cock...in...your...mouth?" Hunter interrupted
incredulously.

"Yeah, it looked so inviting, all covered with precum and it's the
biggest cock I've ever seen.  I just got the head of it in my mouth
when your dad lifted me off of it, saying `not now.'"

"That's not too surprising that you got dad's cock in your mouth! Wish
I'd seen that!" Hunter exclaimed. After a brief pause while he mulled
over that news, he asked, "Then what did you guys do?"

"We ended up jerking off in front of each other, and he came over me
and I came over me and I still have it all on me."

"You didn't clean it off?"

"I tried to but it seems to be glued to me,"

"Touché."

Kraig faced Hunter in the dark room, his nose inches away from
Hunter. "Are you mad at me?"

"The way those massages were going, we both knew it was going to
happen some time."

"You didn't answer my question."

There was a long, dark silence until Hunter said, "I'm not mad. You
said you guys didn't exactly have sex." Then he started to quietly
giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Thinking of my dad jerking off like some kid; I just can't imagine him
cumming. I can kind of imagine him with a boner, since I've seen his
bulge during some of the massages." More silence. "How big is he?"

"He's huge. It's all of eight inches. I don't think I'd want that monster
up my butt."

"Did you want to touch it or suck it?"

"Both."

"Why didn't you suck it?"

"Like I said, I got some of his dick in my mouth, but he stopped me.
He said it wouldn't be right for him to seduce his son's boyfriend."

Kraig's statement was followed by more silence. "Then I'm okay with
it all. I don't know how I would have felt if you'd gone farther, but I'm
pretty sure it would have been cool," Hunter told him.

"Tell your dad that," Kraig said. "I think he feels real bad about it all."

Hunter put his hand on Kraig's sticky chest. "Wow, feels like you guys
made a lot of jism."

The next morning at breakfast, Allen Hawkins looked a little guilty.
Kraig and Hunter made no reference to the night before as they
eagerly ate the French toast breakfast cooked up by Hunter's mother.
The two teens were both dressed in t-shirts and lounge pants. While
Allen had grown used to the boys walking around the house in their
underwear from their middle school days, Hunter's mother preferred
they wore more around her, not that they always did. But when they
ate they usually wore more than underpants with or without a t-shirt.

Allen and the boys helped clean the kitchen as Hunter's mother left to
go to work at the Champion Sporting Goods Centralia store. Allen
stayed behind because he had an appointment with Coach Fitzgerald
to talk about a baseball order for the school. After they finished with
the kitchen, Kraig said he was going to shower, leaving Hunter alone
with his father.

"I know what you and Kraig did last night," Hunter said.

His father nodded a bit sadly and said. "I suppose you're pretty angry
with me."

Hunter smiled, knowing he had his father over a barrel. A few years
ago he would have taken full advantage of his superior position.
"Actually, I'm not. Kraig told me exactly what happened. I said I guess
it was okay, that I'm glad you guys didn't go farther."

"You guess it was okay? It sounds as if you're not sure."

"Oh, I'm sure dad. But like me getting caught by Lars's dad when I
was giving Kraig a blow job, I kind of caught you jerking off with my
boyfriend. I mean mom could have caught both of you. You really
should get a room next time," Hunter said, echoing what his father
had said back when Hunter was in the eighth grade. He felt good to
see his father smile for the first time that morning.

"Touché."

Then Hunter smiled and asked, "Are you really eight inches?"

"It was the last time I measured it...and that was when I was
seventeen."

Hunter shook his head, whispered to himself, "Wow, I'd love to see
that monster," and left to join Kraig.

After Hunter's father left the main house for his office in the garage,
Hunter jumped Kraig's bones. "All of this shit got me really horny. I
gotta fuck your ass," he told Kraig breathlessly. That is exactly what
happened, as the two had one of their sexual wrestling matches and
Hunter fucked Kraig into total ecstasy.

<Thursday, December 22>

[NOAH]

Everything is just fucked. Forgive my French, but that is the way I
feel. Friday we got out of school early for Winter Break for those of
you who are politically correct, and Christmas Break for those of you
who know what this whole business is all about.

Last night, I felt really, really great and walked home with the love of
my life, Eric. We ate one of his mother's great meals and then went to
the basketball game. We got there at halftime of the JV game. They
won 49-44. We then watched Hunter score 23 points as the Varsity
won their game 77-58.

When we got back to Eric's house, we had a nice session in his bed. I
was the bottom, if you need to know, and he took care of my teenage
needs with the right mix of aggression and love. I sometimes think to
myself that if he is this good of a lover at sixteen what is he going to
be like as an experienced adult?

But, yesterday morning I woke up in what mom calls one of my
"moods" and Eric calls my problem with my demon. Whatever it is, I
didn't want to be around anybody. I got out of bed without waking
anybody up. I saw that the time was just after seven. I wrote Eric a
note, got dressed and started out of the bedroom. At that moment, he
woke up.

"Where are you going?" he asked me. He sounded only half awake.

"Home. I don't feel well."

"The demon got you again?"

"Don't call it my demon. I hate it when you call it my demon. I just
don't feel well. Can't a guy just not feel well?"

"Can I help you this time?"

"Shut up. Nobody can help me." I left in a hurry, feeling bad in every
way a guy could feel bad. I knew I was being bitchy and I knew I was
treating somebody I loved like shit. I'd done it before and I'd probably
do it again. I knew he couldn't help me, so I don't know why he keeps
asking. I also knew that when I calmed down I would call him and
apologize and he would forgive me. But, I was also afraid that
someday I would do this too often or carry it too far and then he may
never forgive me. That thought really scared me.

When I got home, I spent the whole day being mean to everybody.
Eric called after the dinner I didn't eat and asked how I was and if he
could help. I told him if he could ever help me, he'd be the first to
know.

I know I sound like I'm crazy, but I'm not. I don't have a demon that
talks to me in voices. Some things just set me off and remind me how
much to blame I was for the death of Bobby. I get reminded that if I
had been in my own bed instead of messing around with my sister in
her bed, where I had no business being, I would have remembered to
remind Bobby to put on his helmet and that would have changed
everything. I play the "what-if" game over and over.

Nobody knows I am to blame for what happened. Not my mom, not
Dr. No-Spine, not my siblings, and not Eric. I told Maggie McGowan
more than anybody, but now I don't go visiting her if I'm even close to
being in one of my moods.

And even that is no guarantee. Back in October, I visited her on a
Saturday with Nicky and Jeff. They were both getting into riding
horses and the McGowans were wonderful to them, just like they had
been to me and to Bobby. It was a beautiful early fall day and the
temperature was over 70; Indian summer. I was reminded about one
of the last things Bobby and I ever did together, which was to go
horseback riding on the McGowan farm.

The three of us dismounted at the big rock by the creek that went
though the farm. We knew what we were going to do. We sat on the
rock and took off our clothes and jerked off. Nicky was twelve and
starting to shoot clear stuff. Jeff was eleven and still dry, but he loved
jerking off with Nicky, as well as with me, when I joined them. Nicky
came first, I blew my wad right after him, and Jeff's dry cum was a
couple of minutes later. Jeff had stopped jerking off for a moment to
lick the jism off of Nicky right after we came.  We had a nice little jerk
off session. If the water had been warmer we would have skinny
dipped.

Anyway, on the ride home I felt the mood hit me. I started obsessing
on Bobby and what the farm and the McGowans mean to him and
how he was riding his bike to the farm on the day of his accident.
When we got back to the farm, my mood was horrible, and Nicky
knew it. He offered to take care of my horse. I worked up the energy
to thank him, and went into the McGowan's house.

When Maggie McGowan asked me what was wrong, I said,
"Nothing." It's the all purpose teen answer. She knew better, but she
didn't push things. I knew I hadn't fooled her about what the problem
was. After all, I had almost told her about the demon not long after
the accident. John McGowan drove us home, and I didn't visit there
again until early this month.

Today sucks because I am on my second day of feeling shitty. Today
sucks because it is snowing and I can't ride my bike to the cemetery.
Sometimes it helps for me to be there. Today sucks, because it's two
days before Christmas and I don't want Christmas. Today sucks
because it just sucks.

<Monday, December 26>

[NOAH]

I just wanted to say Christmas ended up being fine. Christmas Eve
was kind of glum, but I got my presents wrapped. Mom and dad gave
me my space, although mom mentioned something about seeing Dr.
No-Spine after Christmas. I wanted to tell her that her idea was
fucked, but I knew that would totally earn me a visit to the mind
quack.

I was very thankful that when I woke up Christmas Day I felt normal.
Not that my knowledge of my complicity in Bobby's death ever really
left me, but on normal days it didn't control me. I figured it was
Christmas that set off the fucking "demon", since it was usually set off
by events like that. I had been afraid I wouldn't make it though the
day without screaming. A couple of times on Christmas Eve I
wondered if I could get away with raiding dad's liquor cabinet. But
things ended up being okay, at least for now.

Eric called and wished me a Merry Christmas. The boy never gives
up, and I love him for that. I wished him one back and apologized for
acting up again. He accepted it and said he loved me.

I even had an orgasm that evening. Nicky's got the art of the blow job
down pretty well for a twelve year old.

<Sunday, January 1>

[MARTY]

I woke up with Rich's arm across me. He was so fucking cute to look
at that I couldn't stand it. Even with his hair a mess from sleep, he
was still the cutest fucking male in the senior class. And the good
news was he was all mine. We were naked, of course, and we'd had
sex right in this bed last night after we watched the New Year come in
with Rich's parents and Mikey and Drew.

Mikey and Drew had more to drink last night than just champagne. I
don't know where they got it, but they were closeted in Mikey's room
until just before midnight when they came staggering down in their
underwear. There was no doubt they were wasted. Mike and Drew
were fourteen and freshmen and knew where the parties were, and it
looked like they knew where to get the booze.

Rich figured his dad was happy Mikey was getting drunk at home
instead of at some party. I was hoping he didn't end up with the same
problem I have. The two frosh wanted to have sex with us. I guess
they made out with each other while they got drunk in Mikey's room.
Like I said, all they had on when they came down for the New Year to
start was their underpants.

Anyway, before they came to Rich's room, they grabbed a bottle of
JD from Mikey's room and brought it into Rich's room. Rich tried to
get them to take it back. They each took a big swig and giggled and
sat on the floor and giggled and drank some more. They said they
wanted to be fucked by us. Well, it never happened as they both
passed out before anything could happen. I was very uncomfortable
being around two drunk boys—very uncomfortable. I was worried
about Mikey.

Two things happened New Year's morning. First, I was congratulated
on having four years of sobriety. January first was my sobriety
birthday. On the other side of the scale, Mikey and Drew both woke
up sicker than shit. While Rich and I ate a great waffle and ham
breakfast, those two spent the morning puking their guts out. I know
they spent part of it having a chat with Mikey's dad, too.

I went home for New Year's dinner. By home, I mean my real home,
not the dump where my male sperm donor lives. Dinner meant ham
again, a big juicy roast ham with potatoes and carrots and yams.
Dessert was a banana cream pie. It was great.

I talked a little bit with Mr. B about Mikey and Drew. I said I was more
concerned about Mikey since I knew him better. Mr. B asked me how
often Mikey drank. I said maybe a couple of times a month, if that, but
when he drank it wasn't half way. He said he thought it was more
adolescent experimentation, but that his parents should monitor him
carefully, not that we could do anything about that.

We also talked about Dallas, who had called me before dinner. Dallas
was a freshman, too. He called to let me know he'd gone all the way
through Christmas and New Year's without having a drink or a drug,
the first time that had happened since he was eight. He had been
drunk ever New Year's Eve from age nine to thirteen.

Dallas had been sober since June and was going to collect his six
month chip at the January birthday meeting. He was going to the
Mayfield meeting regularly, the only teen there. Milton, aka The
Schnoz, who was his sponsor, made sure Dallas received the respect
he deserved at the meetings. Mrs. Katz, who had been Dallas's fourth
grade teacher, looked out for him, too. I didn't go to the Mayfield
meeting much. I liked going to Centralia with Mr. B or to the Olympia
Young People's meeting better.

 But I did go to the Mayfield meeting when Dallas collected his one,
two, and three month chips. And I was there when he got that
precious six month chip a couple of days ago. I remember how proud
I had been of mine and how I came close to drinking it away in spite
of that pride.

The Schnoz walked over to me after that meeting and looked up.
"God damn you're a big son-of-a-bitch," he said with a smile. "Thanks
for sending young Dallas my way and for helping watch after him."

"No. It's more me thanking you for taking him under your wing."

"Are you guys talking about me?" Dallas asked as he escaped from
the hug of Mrs. Katz.

"We are," The Schnoz told him. "We were saying how great it was
how you helped to keep the two of us sober for the last six months."

"You did it for me, not me for you."

"It looks like the boy still has some things to learn, doesn't he Marty?"

"In order to keep it, we gotta give it away," I said, repeating the adage
I'd heard so often.

Suddenly Dallas wrapped his arms around as much of Milton's
corpulent figure as he could and sobbed into his belly. "Thank you,"
he said between sobs. Then he hugged me and got my shirt wet as
he said, "I love you both." Then again, maybe the boy had learned
exactly what he was supposed to learn up to now.

Even though Milton was Dallas's sponsor, I sponsored him, too. He
called me his junior sponsor.  Dallas was fourteen, but he looked
twelve. He was a cute boy with curly brown hair that was always
unruly. We met twice during the school break.

"I ain't gonna drink," he announced proudly as he sat next to me on
the couch in my apartment during one of those meetings a couple of
days ago.

"You ain't gonna drink when?" I asked him

"Today. And I gotta include tomorrow morning after midnight."

"Where are you going to be at midnight?"

"At Mrs. Quat's house. " That was his way of referring to Mr. Katz.
"She's having a potluck, and I got invited. Me, who was in her class
and gave her nothing but shit. Can you believe it. Everybody there's
gonna be a sober drunk. You should come, it will be fun."

"I already promised Rich I'd spend New Year's with him."

"Bummer."

"You should have asked me sooner. Are you going to be okay with a
bunch of old farts?"

"She told me her grandsons will be there, They're not drunks or
nothing, but their mom and dad both are and they'll be there. They're
fourteen and eleven, so it will be cool.  The Quat says they're nice."

"I bet you'll have fun." We talked some about some of the shit in the
book he was studying with Milton. He asked me some questions
about it. He seemed to be really serious about being sober.

"Did I tell you I was drunk in the Quat's class a couple of times."

"In the fourth grade?"

"You said you was drinking in fourth grade."

"But not at school. I didn't do that until a few times in seventh grade."

"So, I got a head start on you."

I laughed and ruffled his hair, which he even kept clean now. I was
really getting to like Dallas.

"Marty, I wish you could fuck me," he said suddenly.

"Where did that idea come from?"

"I always wanted you to fuck me, even back when I was, like, ten and
eleven and saw you at Rocky's house."

"Well, you know I can't do that. I mean you're still early in your
sobriety, if nothing else."

"Do you think I'm cute?"

"Yep, I do."

"But you still won't fuck me?"

"Nope."

"I want a big dick in me. I hated Rocky and them, but I liked their big
dicks. I liked Randy, though. He let me be drunk and stoned all the
time and didn't make me do sex shit with him, but I did it because I
liked it. Rocky and them wanted to rape me, and that is the total shits
when that happens."

I thought about my two unwanted sex partners, but what I went
though was nothing like what Dallas experienced.

"You think maybe someday you can?"

"Don't future trip, boy."

Dallas giggled and said I was right, but that he still thought I was sexy
and couldn't do anything about him thinking that.

"Milton is a pervert, you know," Dallas said.

"I figured as much. Has he ever touched you?"

"Nope, and he never will. He's not like that. He just likes to look at
boys, but he knows it's look, don't touch."

"Has he told you that?"

"No, but I've stayed at his house a couple of times when there was,
like, a booze party at mine." Dallas had stayed with Mrs. Katz and
with me a couple of times as well. Like I said, he's trying to be serious
about being sober. "He's seen me naked after I've showered. He
don't go looking for me naked, I go out and walk by him naked, just to
tease him."

"Dallas!"

"I know, I shouldn't do it. But I know he gave me a sexy stare. Then
he told me to get my clothes on. I think he got a boner. I know he gets
them at school. He gets them sometimes when we meet in his little
cubby. Like I said, look, but don't touch. But, I don't give a shit. I
mean so what if he likes to look at boys, he's the world's greatest
sponsor and when he says he loves me he means it, but not like he
loves me for sex."

Dallas and I chatted some more. The little fucker had gotten me all
boned up by the time he finally left.

When Dallas called me on New Year's Day to tell me he'd been
sober, he also told me that "the Quat's" fourteen year old grandson
was very, very cute. He added that the grandson knew what to do in
bed and that his "itch" was gone. Sex was one thing I didn't expect to
have happen at the house of his old fourth grade teacher, but I was
happy for him. I think me and Dallas have a lot in common.

After New Year's dinner, we watched some football; we being me, Mr.
B, Jeffrey, and Sammy. It was a really nice evening. I so loved being
part of this family.

Around nine, I went across the patio to my apartment. I was gonna
call Rich to find out how Mikey was doing and then read some. Being
around peeps like Eric, Noah, Mr. Robinson from school, Mr. B, and
hell, even Jeffrey, has really got me into reading. I loved chewing up
books, now, and I don't mean with my teeth.

After talking with Rich, I found out that Mikey was still hung-over, not
to mention in some hot water with their dad. I wondered how well
Mikey and Dallas knew each other. I'm talking about more than just
being in the same class at school.

I got my book out. I was reading a book called "The Brothers K" that
was pretty good. It was how baseball influenced this family in the
1960s, but it wasn't about baseball.

I got about fifteen minutes reading in when I heard the door open. I
knew exactly who it was without looking, and I was right.

"Hey, Jeffrey, how's it hanging?"

"Sheesh, Marty, you know mine never hangs," the little eleven year
old said. All he was wearing was flip flops, a zippered hoodie, and a
pair of white briefs. As soon as he got the hoodie off, I could see that
he was without a doubt not hanging. I could see that something was
pushing those briefs right out.

It didn't take long for him to lose the briefs and I was quickly naked as
well. With little fanfare, we started making out on my bed. By making
out I mean Frenching, and licking nipples, and feeling up balls and
cocks, and fingers in asses. At almost eleven and a half, Jeffrey is not
the same kid I played around with four years ago. He was now a
horny tween who loved having sex and had no problem taking the
lead.

"When are you going to fuck me?" Jeffrey asked. Damn, what was it
with all these kids wanting me, the big senior, to fuck them all of a
sudden. Over the last three days, Dallas, Mikey, and Jeffrey have all
asked for my cock up their little butts. Mikey probably would have
gotten it if he hadn't been plastered.

"I keep telling you, don't even think about it until you're at least
thirteen."

"And you'll be away at college then. Big fucking deal."

"Jeffrey, watch the language."

"You cussed at me when I was seven. It scorched Teddy's ears."

"I only cussed during orgasms. And aren't you scorching Teddy's
ears now? Think about poor Mortimer, too."

"You had sex with Mortimer. You told me you got cum all over him.
So don't tell me that he's got a problem with cussing. But I'll be
careful around Teddy; he's a very sensitive bear."

"That is very thoughtful of you." My right hand was stroking his thin
little two inch boner as well as rubbing his tiny, smooth ball sac.

"You didn't answer my question. And before you do answer it, you
said I could think about fucking when I was twelve. That isn't very far
away, so you better be thinking about it, too."

"It was thirteen."

"Twelve." Jeffrey gave my balls a squeeze.

"Ouch! Okay, okay, asking me when you're twelve is fine, as long as
you don't ask me once until then."

"I won't ask you again until spring break. By then I'll need to remind
you or you'll think you said thirteen instead of twelve, again."

"If you squeeze my balls one more time, you're not even getting a
blow job tonight."

The little imp gave me that grin I've loved since he was seven. "Sorry
about that. Let's have sex."

Before I knew it he was hanging over me, his mouth wrapped around
my close to seven inch tool, his little balls and boner hanging over my
mouth. They didn't hang for long as we went into the sixty-nine
position.  I found a way to suck his balls, then his cock, and a bit of
both as he licked and sucked and rubbed and grunted and moaned
and thrust his little rod so that his hairless pubis was up against my
chin, and it was all so sexy. I truly did love my "little brother" and not
just for the sex. He was one of the brightest, most bubbly people I
knew.

I was close, and I pushed him out of my mouth so I could talk. "I'm
gonna blow J.J. You want it in your mouth or on you?"

He let go of my cock and said, "I haven't had you shoot in my mouth
in forfuckingever. Oops, sorry Teddy." He went right back down on
me. Within a minute I was firing wad after wad of cum through my
cock as my eighteen year old body shook with a very intense orgasm.
I almost had to be careful not to bite Jeffrey's dick off while I shot into
his mouth.

Jeffrey swallowed every drop. We adjusted ourselves so he was on
his side and I was down sucking his sweet hairless tween penis. It
didn't take him long to have a bed shaking dry cum. The little imp
could really have some powerful orgasms, let me tell you.

After recovering we kissed and petted some, then got up to do what
we needed to do before crashing. Jeffrey had his own toothbrush
here at the apartment since he spent so much time sleeping here.

"Sammy sleeps a lot with me now," Jeffrey said.

"Naked?"

"It's the only way to sleep." I wondered what Jeffrey's mother thought
about Sammy no longer wanting pajamas.

"Do you have sex with him?

"He jerks me off sometimes. And we suck each other sometimes. And
a lot of times he's not in the mood. I guess that's having sex."

"Is he any good at sucking?"

"He's getting better. He's taught a girl to suck him and he licked her
pussy. They were naked at her house. She was older though, like
almost ten. He says he likes sucking me better than licking her."

I had to chuckle at that. Sammy was only eight and had eaten pussy
already. "Is Sammy going to be a horn dog?" I asked.

"Not like me. I am the biggest eleven year old horn dog at Mayfield
Middle School. Besides, I think he already likes girls too much.

"Oh, the poor boy."

"You're way better to suck than Sammy is," Jeffrey said. "I've loved
your cream since I was little. You should let Sammy suck you so he
can taste it. I mean here he is eight years old and he's never tasted
cum. I was seven the first time I tasted yours."

 "You didn't suck me until you were almost ten, you know."

"Okay, then let him jerk you off and eat it off of you."

"How about letting his first taste of cum be yours when you do one of
your first wet ones in his mouth."

Jeffrey grinned. "I think that can be arranged." His thin little naked
body cuddled up to me tightly. "It's different when Sammy sucks me.
He's just not good at it. Not enough tongue action."

"You'll teach him."

"When I don't sleep naked with you, I sleep naked with him. Or sleep
naked with Nicky. And a couple of times with Nicky and Noah. I
hardly ever sleep alone. I love sleeping naked with guys."

"I just plain love you," I told him.

"Do you love me enough to change your mind and fuck me?"

"Jeffrey!"

He gave me a sweet innocent look. He kissed me on the lips and
looked across the room. "Good night, Teddy. Good night, Mortimer,"
he yelled out. Then he cuddled tighter, kissed me again, and
whispered in his sweet boy voice, "Good night, Marty, I love you.'

Next: Junior Year: Reaching the Dream