Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2023 22:35:58 -0500
From: Deadpan Don <deadpandon13@gmail.com>
Subject: Donny and Friends Chapter 7

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important, you will likely notice the absence of smartphones and the
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Donny and Friends
Chapter 7


Looking back, that weekend was a definite turning point in my life.  In
many ways it felt like a natural evolution, and I suppose it was.
Looking back I tend to divide my life into the time before that weekend
and after it.  In many ways my friendship with the guys continued on
unchanged, it just now included sex.  What I mean is we still did all the
other things we'd always done together - the hanging out (without sex),
the sports, video games, movies, all of that.  We just now had sex
sometimes as well.  Okay, maybe more than just 'sometimes.'  LOL

My next alone time with Toby was the following week.  His parents were
long since home from their "free vacation" business trip by then.  Toby
had been really quiet at school for a couple days following their
return.  That was unusual for him and I was afraid something might be
wrong.  I finally got him to talk about it after school one day over at
my house.  One of the only things the guys insisted on regarding our new
arrangement was that we not talk about it at school, ever.   Cullen said
that was to protect both me AND them.  We even had a code word for it -
club business - and whenever we wanted to talk about it the other person
had to agree to it first.  We all got a laugh when I pointed out how the
code word was so appropriate because we had become a sex club.  It meant
of course that we could only have those conversations at our houses, or
at other private places.

Anyway, I told Toby I wanted him to come over to my house after school
that day for some 'club business' and he happily agreed.  My house was a
small two-bedroom ranch, the kind of lower-middle income home that was
very common in Texas.  I know now it was considered a 'starter home', but
my family had never moved up to anything bigger.  Everything was on one
level and my bedroom was right next to my mom's, the single bathroom
across the hall, so we never did a lot of 'club business' there.  However
it would do in a pinch for the few hours between school and when my mom
got home from work.

Toby and I rode the same school bus - I know, tragic!  But neither one of
us had a car yet.  Toby got off on my stop and we walked the block to my
house.  As soon as we were inside my front door, Toby grabbed me by the
waist and pulled me close for a full body contact smooch.

"So," he said in a sexy 'come on' voice, "whatcha wanna do, Donny?"

I kissed him again and said, "I wanna suck your dick."  Then after a
second or two pause I added, "But I wanna talk first."  I tried to put on
a serious look so he reluctantly agreed.  I told him to wait in my room
and I'd get us a couple of cokes.  Once in my room we settled onto my bed
because I literally had nothing else to sit on in there.

"What's going on, Toby?" I asked.  "You haven't really been yourself for
a couple days now."

"I don't know," he said, downcast.  "I may be in trouble."

"Oh," I said.  "Are you pregnant?" I asked, attempting to lighten his
mood.

"Ha!" he laughed, and raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Donny, if anyone in
this room is pregnant, which of us is it most likely to be?"

"Just what are you insinuating, sir?!" I said in feigned offense.  We
both laughed and he seemed to lighten up a bit.  He leaned back against
the wall and finally began to talk about it.

"Donny, I don't regret anything we've done.  And I want to keep doing it
until you get tired of me or my dick falls off, whichever comes first,"
he began.

"Well, I do like coming first," I said in jest, and we both chuckled
again.

After a moment he continued, "I think I'm in trouble with Dad, Donny."
 He paused, and then, "I think WE are in trouble with Dad."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Toby went on to explain that when his folks had first gotten home from
their trip everything seemed normal, but after a few hours things seemed
to change.  He'd walk into a room and find his parents whispering and
they'd stop when he came near.

"That doesn't sound too odd to me," I said.

"Well, it's not like them," he said matter-of-factly.

Toby said he figured that if something was up that they would eventually
have "a talk" with him like they always did whenever he got in trouble
for something.  But that didn't actually happen.  What did happen was his
dad came up to his room alone one night - something he rarely did.  In
fact, for the last couple of years Jack and Toby practically had the
entire upstairs to themselves since the master bedroom was on the ground
floor.  Mr. C. only came upstairs rarely, and Mrs. C. never went up there
claiming humorously that it was "no place for a lady."

Anyway, Toby said his dad stuck his head inside the open doorway of
Toby's bedroom and asked, "When's the next time you plan to have Donny
over?"

Toby told him we didn't have anything planned at the moment.  To which
his father responded, "Why don't you invite him over for this weekend?
I'd like to have a word with the two of you... together."

The hair stood up on the back of my neck.

"He didn't say anything else?" I asked.

"No," Toby said, shaking his head.  "And I tried to get him too.  I even
followed him back downstairs asking him, but he wouldn't talk.  Then mom
came into the living room and I was afraid to keep badgering him."

"How was your mom?" I asked him.

"She seemed angry that first night, but since then she's been normal.
Even a little... happy.  It's creeping me out, if I'm completely honest.
I can't help but feel like they're about to lower the boom on me or
something...  On us."

"Does your dad seem angry?" I asked.

"No," Toby said, thoughtfully.  "He seems kind of normal now, too.  At
least since then."

"Well," I said thinking it over, "whatever it is, it can't be all that
bad, can it?  I mean, if he somehow figured out what we'd been doing and
was planning to have a talk with us to ask us to stop... why would he want
me to spend the night with you?  Which it sounds like he does, doesn't
it?"

Toby thought for a minute, then said, "I guess you're right.  I hadn't
really thought of it that way.  Well, I guess we'll find out together,
won't we?"

"So," I said with a grin, "Are you going to invite me over this weekend?"


"Fuck, Donny," he replied with a grin of his own.  "You know you don't
need an invitation.  My bedroom is your bedroom anytime you want."

"How 'bout your cock?" I asked leaning forward to run my hand up his
jean-covered thigh.

"Donny, buddy," he said, taking my hand and pulling it up to his crotch.
 "That's yours anytime you want it, too."

I undressed him, slowly.  We really didn't have time for a lot before my
mother was due home that day, but I wanted to enjoy his body.  I ran my
hands over his muscular chest as I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it
off.  I kissed and licked his nipples then I had him lay down on my bed,
his sandy blond head on my pillow.  I unfastened his jeans and pulled
them and his boxers off.  I even pulled off his socks.  I wanted him
completely naked, on my bed.

I stood at the foot of the bed and gazed upon his muscular, teenage
body.  He knew I was enjoying the view.  He placed his hands behind his
head showing me his sweaty armpits and flexed his biceps.  He spread his
legs and thrust his hips up a couple times making his hard cock dance and
wiggle.

"Bastard," I muttered, and began to crawl up the bed toward him.

"Stop," he said, holding up a hand, palm toward me.  "I want to see you
too.  Strip for me."

"Damn, son!" I exclaimed with a wicked grin.  "Moving on up that Kinsey
scale are we?"

Toby just shrugged and said, "I like what I like."

There was no music, but I began dancing to a tune in my head.  I gyrated
my hips seductively as I unbuttoned my shirt.  I ran my hands down my
lean chest and abdomen before pulling my shirt off my shoulders and
tossing it at him.  He caught it in one of his hands and then shocked the
hell out of me by bringing it to his face and taking a sniff before
tossing it to the floor.

"What the fuck, man?  Seriously?!  You getting into man-sweat now?" I
chided him.

"Let's just say I'm acquiring a taste for anything 'Donny' and leave it
at that," he replied.  He later told me that he'd sniffed a few other
guys' gear at school, but so far he only liked my scent.  That really
made me feel good inside.

I continued my strip tease by slowly removing my jeans, and socks, then
my boxers.  Toby was stroking his cock the whole time he watched my
show.  I did a couple more (hopefully) seductive dance moves before
standing still at the foot of the bed.

"Thank you, Donny," he said.  "That was beautiful.  You're beautiful."
 Then with an evil grin, "Now get up here and suck my cock!"

And I did.

--=TO BE CONTINUED=--