Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2023 22:24:46 -0500 From: Deadpan Don Subject: Donny and Friends Chapter 5 Author's Notes: This is a work of fiction - just a story from my addled imagination. If you are sexually active, please be safe and use protection. This story takes place in the 1990s. While the 'when' really isn't important, you will likely notice the absence of smartphones and the internet. Such were the breaks of growing up Gen X. Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Please give what you can to keep this site going and free for all. https://donate.nifty.org/ Do not repost or redistribute without my permission. Feedback is very much appreciated. Please send to deadpandon13@gmail.com. Donny and Friends Chapter 5 Since it was lunchtime on that Saturday afternoon, Toby suggested we make some sandwiches and sit out back by the pool to eat and talk. We all agreed, put on some shorts, and headed downstairs. Toby made himself a ham and cheese sandwich but Marcus and I decided to finish off the leftover pizza. After we'd settled down around the umbrellaed table on Toby's backyard patio and started eating, I took a long look at the two of them. "Okay," I said, "What's going on?" They glanced at each other sheepishly. "Cullen and Hank should really be here for this," Marcus said, staring down at his half eaten slice of pizza. Toby nodded in agreement, then added, "Cullen anyway." That pretty much confirmed to me that whatever was going on was another one of Cullen's schemes. "Well," I said, "Cullen and Hank didn't just cum in my ass in front of each other. So start talking." Marcus raised his eyes to meet mine. "They would though... if you want them to." "What?!" I exclaimed, dumbfounded. "Look, until yesterday you were all straight. What the fuck is going on?!" Toby pretty much took over the conversation at that point. Marcus mostly remained silent, nodding in agreement from time to time. "Well," Toby began, "when that gay kid got beat up and almost killed a couple months ago, it scared the shit out of us. Even after we found you safe, we couldn't get the images we all imagined of you - beaten, bloody, and dying - out of our heads." "But guys, I'm fine," I said. "It wasn't me." "This time," Marcus whispered, staring down at his pizza. "Exactly," Toby agreed. "And like it or not, Donny, we need to protect you." "Look," I protested, "I can protect myself. And I promised I'd never go near that place." "No," Toby shot back. "You didn't hear what I said. I said we NEED to protect you! You are our friend and very special to us, each of us. We NEED to DO something to keep you safe. You yourself have called us 'hero-types' several times that I can remember. We need to feel like we're DOING something." "So you decided, as a group, to start having sex with me?" I asked incredulously. Toby held up a hand defensively and said, "It's more complicated than that." He began telling me how it all started with a book Cullen found when he went to the library to pick up his summer AP English reading list. He found a book not on the list but he read it anyway because it sounded interesting. He learned how the concepts of heterosexuality and homosexuality were made up in the 19th Century, and how before the 1860s the notions of gay and straight didn't exist. He also learned how certain ancient cultures, like the Greeks and Romans, had viewed sex and sexuality quite differently than society today. "Back then," Toby said, "a Greek soldier might be married and even have kids, but it was also completely normal, and even expected, for him to have sex with his fellow soldiers. It was just something they did, and it wasn't weird or frowned upon or anything like that." "The Romans thought something similar," Marcus interjected. "They did," Toby agreed, and went on to explain that in ancient Roman society the gender of sexual partners didn't really matter as long as the male with the higher social status took the dominant, or 'top', role. "Then there was the Old West," Toby said. "The Old West?!" I exclaimed. "Yeah," Toby explained. "Hollywood westerns ignore the fact, but there were way more men than women in the Old West. Cowboys still got horny though, so a lot of them just took care of each other. What we learned from all this was that the way today's society views gay and straight - it hasn't always been that way." "Then Cullen told us about the Kinsey Scale," Marcus said. "What's that?" I asked. "Well," Toby began looking thoughtful. "In a nutshell, it's a scale invented by this guy back in the 1940s that measures sexuality on a scale from 0 to 6, where 0 is completely heterosexual and 6 is completely homosexual. His research showed that very few people are actually at 0 or 6, and that the vast majority of us are somewhere in between. And we typically don't stay at the same spot on the scale for our entire life. People can move up and down the scale over time." Taking all this in, I looked back and forth between Toby and Marcus and asked, "Okay, but what does all this have to do with protecting me?" "Look," Toby said. "Every teenager wants to have sex. Might even say we're 'driven to.' Some of us - it's all we can think about most of the time." Marcus raised his hand to self identify and we all chuckled. "While we could get dates that occasionally put out, or find steady girlfriends," Toby continued, "it became obvious to us that you might think your only option would be something much more risky. It scared us." I was shaking my head in disbelief. "Look," Marcus finally began speaking. "You say all the time how hot you think we are." I had to nod in agreement, because fuck, they were! "And to be completely honest with you," Marcus continued with a shrug, "we like hearing you say that. We like that you think we're hot." "We realized," Toby picked it up again, "that we're not Kinsey 0's. We're at least Kinsey 1's. And fuck, after last night and this morning, I may be a Kinsey 2." Marcus raised his hand again, "Me too." "Anyway," Toby continued, "the final piece of the puzzle Cullen dropped on us was the whole 'friends with benefits' concept. That friends can have a sexual side to their friendship, you know, without the romance element, without being boyfriends." "I remember that conversation," I said, "out at the swimming hole." "Yeah," Marcus said, "we'd actually already talked about it beforehand. Well, except for Hank. Cullen wanted to bring it up in front of you to see your reaction. You got really quiet, so we kinda figured we'd hit on something." Toby picked it up again, "The more we thought about it, the more we realized we'd probably enjoy sex with you. And, of course, the things you say and the way you openly ogle our sexy-ass bodies, we figured you'd enjoy it too. And if it worked out, we'd all be sexually satisfied AND feel like we'd done something amazing to keep you safe from the weirdos and bashers out there." I sat there for a minute or two not saying anything, a million thoughts racing through my head. Was this even really happening? I looked at my two friends and they just stared back at me. They were waiting on me, to see what I would do, I figured. I looked down at my plate, picked up the last of my pizza and popped it into my mouth. Standing up, I picked up my coke can and downed the little that was left, then pushed them over to Toby to clean up. I turned away from them and walked over to the pool and stood there staring at the water for a few minutes. I heard someone get up and go inside, I imagined it was Toby clearing away lunch, but I didn't look back to confirm. I felt really confused and conflicted in that moment. I'd just had the best 18 hours of my life - I lost my virginity, realized several sexual fantasies, and two of my best friends in the whole world just told me they wanted to keep having sex with me with no 'boyfriend' strings attached. At least I think that's what they were saying. Not only that but my other two best friends in the whole world apparently wanted to as well - all to get their own rocks off, surely, but also to keep me safe from predators and gay-bashers. It was a lot to take in. I walked slowly around the pool, making a complete circuit. In that time Toby came back outside and stood in the shade near Marcus watching me. I turned back toward the pool, shucked my shorts and dove in naked. I swam several laps around the decent sized backyard pool. It was easier to process what Toby and Marcus had told me, the thoughts, the doubts, by doing something physical like this. Running or swimming has always helped me to focus and see more clearly. I started treading water in the deep end. By this time Toby and Marcus had moved to the edge of the pool and sat there dangling their feet in the water, watching me. I swam over to them then sat in the water on one of the bench steps near them. They were leaning back on their hands. Intentionally or not, it put their rounded shoulders, muscular chests, and ripped abs on full display for me. My dick started to get hard. "Okay," I said. "I get it. And I'm in." They both smiled at each other and back at me. "But I have conditions," I warned them. The smiles faded somewhat and they both said in unison, "What conditions?" "Marcus," I began. "I don't know what your plans are for the rest of this weekend, but you're now going to spend it here with us." "I can do that," Marcus shrugged. "And you will be naked the whole time until you go home," I finished. Marcus's eyes widened but then he smirked and said, "Okay." "Toby," I said, "your condition will be tougher. He started grinning and I suddenly had the impression that whatever I asked of him he would comply with. "From now on, whenever I am here," I said, "you will wear as little as you can get away with, I don't want to totally freak out your mom. And when we are upstairs in your room, you will always be completely naked, no matter what we're doing and no matter what I am - or am not - wearing at the time." "Deal," Toby said a little too quickly and I could see his shorts start to tent thinking about it. 'Definitely Kinsey 2,' I thought and made a mental note to look this Kinsey thing up and learn more about it. "And lastly," I said as I took hold of my erect cock under the water and stroked it a little, "I want you two to get Cullen and Hank over here before the weekend is over. They've got skin in this game, too." I smirked and added, "And I want to see it and touch it." They both nodded their heads. Then I rose and stepped out of the pool towards the house, my erect cock leading the way. "Boys," I said, "lose the shorts." The rest of that Saturday was a sex-filled blur. I can't even remember how many of their loads I took down my throat or up my ass. Toby and Marcus were just wonderful and so tender with me. And as they began figuring out what they liked and how things worked they were lasting longer and longer before blowing their loads in me. I did notice, though, that other than incidental contact, they never touched each other - something I made a mental note to remedy. But I would take my time with that. I was in heaven and I never wanted it to end. We eventually fell asleep back on Jack's bed, a tangled pile of cum-covered bodies. And I never slept better! --=TO BE CONTINUED=--