Date: Thu, 04 Nov 2021 15:18:08 +0000
From: butters2020 <butters2020@protonmail.com>
Subject: Gayer Than Laughter (Gay-High School)

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			    Gayer Than Laughter
				    By
				Butters2020

	 When my mother was a little girl her favorite books were Charlie
and the Chocolate Factory, Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, and James
and the Giant Peach.  Which is why my older brother is named Roald and my
name is Dahl.  Ain't that a stunner?  I don't know which of us got screwed
worse.

	Roald was born the same day Princess Diana died.  She died when
reporters or photographers chased her limo into a tunnel and it crashed.
That's what you get for being famous.  I'll never have to worry about
that. Apparently it was some kind of big deal for the people who were alive
at the time.  Roald was alive at the time but it wasn't a big deal to him.
Let me rephrase that.  It was a big deal to people old enough to remember.

	I was born the day Billy Jack Gaither had his throat slit and was
left to die on a pile of burning tires, because he was gay.  It happened
sixteen miles from where I entered the world.  That's what you get for
being gay in Sylacauga, Alabama.  I mean this isn't San Francisco or New
York, or even Birmingham.  People still talk about Princess Diana but no
one talks much about Billy Jack Gaither anymore, at least not here where
even now in 2014, if you're gay, there's a better than average chance that
you'll be following in Billy Jack's footsteps.

	I'm sure there are a couple of gays at Robert E. Lee High School.
If Jimmy Franklin isn't gay he's on the waiting list.  That guy's been a
sissy since kindergarten.  But even he has sense enough to pretend he has a
girlfriend in Mobile.  And if there are other gays in school they keep it
on the down low.

	 Everyone knows only gay guys tryout for school plays.  So, when
only three dudes auditioned for the spring musical, all the English
teachers offered extra credit to any guys who tried out for the second
audition.  My girlfriend Fawn was trying out for the play and if there
wasn't enough people to cast, there wouldn't be a play at all. I have no
idea who died the day Fawn was born.

	 She kept hounding me to try out.  "You need the extra credit, Dahl
and I'll make it worth your while."  She tried to blink all seductive and
shit but her idea of making it worth my while isn't the big lure she thinks
it is.  Don't get me wrong she tries her best but when it comes to sucking
dick she sucks all right but not in a good way.  It's all I can do to keep
it up.  It takes forever for me to bloot.

	So, the promise of a blow was no incentive.  First, she already
blows me whenever I want, and second her blows suck.  But she was right
about me needing extra credit.  Ms. Ledford, the drama teacher, needed a
bunch of boys to play sailors to sing a song about how there's nothing like
a dame and how this chick named Mary is the girl they love.  There's no way
I'd be cast as a lead with lines to memorize.  And if I was singing about
dames and loving some chick named Mary, then at least it's not one of those
faggy musicals.

	So that's how I ended up being cast as Sailor #5 in South Pacific.

	We all ragged on Danny Cordle.  He plays Lt. Cable.  Danny sings a
song that has a line that goes, "Gayer than laughter, am I."  Ain't that a
stunner?  Fawn was cast as the lead, so she's happy and with all the
rehearsing and line memorizing she's got to do I'm happy.  She doesn't have
as much time to give me shitty blowjobs as she used to.  Or to nag me for
not fucking her.

	She took the same purity pledge I did at church camp but I guess my
promise to Jesus means more to me than it does to her.  I'm all about
loopholes and blowjobs ain't fucking so they don't count, but we promised
Jesus to stay pure before marriage and that's all there is to it.  If she
wants to go to hell that's here business, but eternity is a long time and
I'm not going to spend it with the Devil poking my balls with a pitchfork
of fire just because Fawn didn't mean when she told Jesus she'd wait until
marriage before getting laid.

	I hate to admit it, but the play is pretty good and the songs are
also cool.  We get our costumes next week but Ms. Ledford wants us to start
getting the feel for them now so she has us improvising with our regular
clothes.  Like our sailor songs are sung in jeans but half of us don't have
shirts on.  I wasn't expecting being half naked on stage with a bunch of
other half naked dudes.  I mean the play is South Pacific not Magic Mike.

	And Danny's gayer than laughter song?  The line doesn't even make
sense.  He sings it to some Island Girl after he has sex with her because
she makes him feel all lovey dovey and shit.  If he sang it to another
dude, okay yeah, he'd feel gayer than laughter, but a chick?  To make it
clear that that they just had sex, Danny has his shirt off at the beginning
of the scene.  Not just no shirt, but Ms. Ledford has him putting on his
belt so you know he's putting his clothes on and not taking them off, so
the audience knows they already did the deed.  He picks up his shirt like
he's going to put it on but he starts singing how this island chick, who
doesn't speak any English, makes him feel younger than springtime and gayer
than laughter.

	I'll tell you, It bones me out every time.  I mean watching Danny
standing there with no shirt singing all lovey dovey to Shelly Chen, like
they just fucked, completely bones me out.  If Fawn knew I got hard
watching that, she'd kill Shelly.  I mean, It takes every bit of my
concentration to get hard when Fawn is bobbing my knob, but just watching
Danny singing to Shelley, it takes all my concentration NOT to pop wood.

	The song ends with him kissing Shelly Chen.  That scene is hot as
fuck.  Everyone is jealous of her.  I mean him.  Kent Whitman plays the
Frenchman who's in love with Fawn's character and Fawn is, no lie, also
hot, but even he is jealous of Danny, I think.  I mean he's watching them
as hard as I am.

	 Since Danny plays a Navy Lieutenant Ms. Ledford made him get a
military buzzcut.  We rag on him for that as well as the gayer than
laughing song.  Kent's character is a civilian Frenchman so his hair is
normal.  I didn't know French dudes in world war two had hair nearly down
to their shoulders.  I keep waiting for Ms. Ledford to tell him to get a
haircut.  If she does, I bet he quits the play.  He's one of the ones who
only tried out for the extra credit.  Danny always tries out for the plays
but don't get the wrong idea.  He's also on the baseball team and he's an
Auburn supporter, so even though he has lousy taste in football teams he's
normal.  Roll Tide!

	On Fridays after rehearsals most of us went to Floyd's restaurant.
They had a separate dining room they didn't mind putting us in. Before the
play, Fawn and I went out on Friday nights.  I preferred hanging out with
the people from the play-no shitty blowjobs and I could still skeet when I
got home and jacked off, which to be honest was a hundred times more
satisfying than Fawn chewing on my dick.  And since Fawn was at Floyd's
too, I could get away with calling it a date and she didn't bitch that I
was ignoring her.

	Well, she didn't bitch a lot.

	Fawn and I sat next to each other but we weren't really together,
if that makes sense.  I mean after a couple of minutes, I was really
talking to Danny and Kent and JJ and Shelly and even Jimmy Franklin, who's
on the Sissy Waiting List.  I made sure to include Fawn enough that she
didn't pout.  Let me tell you, when that girl starts pouting it's
guaranteed that I will spend two hours fighting with her later and I'll
spend fifty dollars on an apology gift even more later and I got better
things to do with fifty bucks.  Sometimes I don't know why I'm dating her.

	Kent said he was going outside to smoke but said he hates to smoke
alone and asked who wanted to join him.  I told him he's stunning me out,
cuz he sounded just like chicks when they go to the john.  Girls can never
pee alone.  He said, "I'm not asking you piss with me, Dahl.  Just asking
you to get high with me."

	Shit, I thought he was talking about cigarettes, not weed.  Now I
felt stupid.  To cover it up I told him I'd go with him.  Then Fawn said,
"No you won't."  Trying to crack the pussy whip in front everyone.

	I said, "My mom's in excellent health, but I'll consider your
application if the job ever becomes vacant."  I got up to the sounds of
"ooh!"  and "burn!"  and "damn!" and followed Kent out the front door.  I
knew that remark was going to cost me later but shit.  Who does she think
she is?  Sometimes she stuns me out no end.

	In theory I knew how to smoke weed.  Just like in theory I know how
to play golf or go skydiving.  In practice, though.... I tried to hold the
smoke in my lungs but I coughed it out right away.  I took another drag and
did a little better but Kent said, "Dude, you're slobbering on my blunt."
Which boned me out.  Did he just say I was slobbering on his dick?  Is that
what that means?  Because I was most definitely not slobbering his blunt.
I was nowhere near his blunt. He took the joint from me and pointed to the
spit covered end and then I understood.

	"Sorry," I said.

	"First time?"

	I could deny it, but it would be like Jimmy bragging about his
phony girlfriend in Mobile.  I nodded.

	"S'cool," he said.  "But go slow.  This is strong stuff."

	I nodded again. He passed the, blunt I guess, to me and I took
another drag.  I did better this time and a few seconds later I grinned
like a goober.  Then I giggled.

	"Who drove?  You or Fawn?

	I rearranged my boner.  "Does weed make you horny?"  I was worried
about going back into Floyd's boned out, but it would be cool not having to
work so hard on being hard when I was with Fawn.

	"Sometimes.  Looks like it turns off your brain to mouth filter,
too.  That might not be a good thing."

	I put my hand over my mouth and giggled again.  He took the blunt
from me and said, "Jesus, after two hits?  You're cut off.  Take some deep
breaths.  Get some oh two to your brain."  I did what he said.

	"You kiss my girlfriend," I told him.

	"Woah.  It's just acting.  It doesn't mean anything."

	"Yeah.  Just acting.  Doesn't mean anything."  I sighed, thinking
of the last time I kissed her after she spent half an hour gnawing on MY
blunt.  Jesus, she sucked at sucking.

	The restaurant door opened and Fawn came out.  "Dahl?  The checks
have come.  Come back inside now."  I could see how pissed she was.


	Yeah, weed makes me horny.  Not that Fawn and I did anything.  She
was too mad.  After I got home I was afraid if mom saw me she'd know I was
stoned so I went straight to my room.  I was still buzzing and didn't think
I was tired but I went to bed anyway and was surprised when I went to sleep
almost right away.

	The dream started almost as soon as I fell asleep.  It was so real.
More vivid than any dream I'd ever had before, even more real than my first
wet dream.  And here's the stunner.  Fawn wasn't in it at all.  It was
Danny.  We were in the hut that him and Shelly were in for his scene in the
play but it wasn't the cheesy set, it was a real straw hut on the beach.
Shelly wasn't there.  It was just him and me.  He wasn't singing to me
because he wasn't putting his clothes on, he was taking them off.  I was on
the straw mat on the floor.

	Watching him taking off his lieutenant uniform was boning me
out. He took off the khaki shirt and had on a white t-shirt underneath it.
He took off his shiny black shoes but kept he socks on.  Then he undid the
belt and took off his khaki pants and stood there in his white t-shirt and
white boxer shorts and black socks and even though a few seconds ago I had
been totally dressed now all of a sudden I was naked and I was boned out
big time, which made no sense because Danny was there, not Shelly.

	But no lie I was mega hard.  I mean I remember seeing and hearing
things from dreams but I FELT hard.  In the dream I wanted to grab my junk
but for some reason I couldn't or at least I didn't which stunned me out
majorly because sweet Jesus I was hard.  And then Danny took off his
t-shirt and he looked like he did when he sang to Shelly except he was
wearing just those white boxers instead of his pants.  Ms. Ledford did a
good job casting him in the part because no lie, Danny is FIT.  I don't
know if all baseball players look like him or if he works out but his abs
are tight as fuck.  None of this captain steroid bullshit that intimidate
you.  Just the kind that make you wish you looked like him.  And his pecs
were amazing.  He's got these rust-colored nips that you just want to chew
on.  But again, not like a gym rat.  He's just so, I don't know, so fit.
And it's boning me out like I can't believe.

	And then he takes off his boxers and he's as hard as I am.  And
then Fawn is standing in the corner.  Danny says to me, "Show her how it's
done, Dahl.  Tell her how to suck cock."  And I get on my knees on the mat
and go over to him and his cock is in front of me and I grab it and suck it
into my mouth which is proof that I'm still stoned as fuck, cuz why else am
I dreaming what I'm dreaming?  And Danny is giving commentary to Fawn.
"Dahl knows how to suck cock.  He doesn't use his teeth.  He jacks my dick
while he sucks me.  Oh yeah, see how he plays with my balls while sucks my
dick?  Finger my ass, Dahl.  Show her how you finger my ass."

	And I'm doing everything he says while Fawn just watches, pouting.
But what I really want to do is grab my cock which is so hard it hurts.  I
mean it, it hurts.  It hurts in my dream and it hurts in real life.  It
hurst so bad it wakes me up.  And when I wake up I'm mad!  Ain't that a
stunner?  I'm pissed cuz I woke up before Danny got to bloot in my mouth.
But I didn't have to time to think about that cuz my cock hurts so bad I
got take care of it.

	I take it out and honest to God I feel like the head is going to
split open, I've never been this hard.  I grab my shaft and four strokes
later I'm creaming all over hells half acre.  And I yelled.  I've grunted
before and I even groaned once when I dragged out getting my nut for an
hour but I never yelled.  I didn't yell any words and thank God I didn't
yell out Danny's name, I just yelled.

	So weed makes me horny which is cool but it gives me fag dreams
which is uncool but jumping Jesus, it made me bloot so hard I thought I was
having a stroke.

	After that I make it a point not to watch Danny and Shelly
rehearsing that scene.  Fawn and I fight more about how much time the play
practices are taking away from our alone time.  "You're so busy kissing
Kent you never go down on my anymore."  She seemed happy that I was mad
about that.  When Kent and Danny were practicing a scene together me and
Fawn snuck off backstage and she tried to give me a blow.  That dream had
it wrong about me boning out for Danny but it had it right that she needs
lesson on sucking dick.

	After five minutes she said, "This is a waste of time.  You can't
even get it up."

	I got mad.  "I could get it up if you'd stop chewing my dick like
it's a fucking hotdog.  How many times I gotta tell you to watch your
teeth?"

	"Why don't you get Jimmy Franklin to do it?  I bet he's an expert."

	I didn't mean to do it.  I really didn't it.  And I felt bad as
soon as I did.  But I slapped her. Or tried to.  I missed her face and
slapped her shoulder, but still.  I've never done anything like that
before.  "I ain't no faggot, bitch!"

	She said, "Well you sure hit like one."

	I put away my flaccid dick and went back out front to watch Kent
and Danny finish their scene.  Ms. Ledford wanted Kent to do his scene with
Fawn next, where he sings Some Enchanted Evening.  He was stoned out of his
mind and Ms. Ledford had no clue.  Even stoned he had an amazing voice.  I
never knew that about him.  There's no reason why I would.  We never hung
out or anything but it was crazy cuz his speaking voice was normal but when
he sang it was this deep baritone or whatever, which stunned me out.  I
don't know how he did it.

	At the end of the song, he and Fawn were supposed to kiss.  Fawn
gave me a look before they kissed and I could see it was more than acting
for her and then Kent pushed her away.  I mean he practically threw her
across the stage he was that wigged out.  He yelled, "What are you doing!"
And she just smirked at him.

	Then Ms. Ledford was yelling at both of them.  "What's the
problem?"

	Kent said, "Ask her!  I'm doing that stage kissing thing you taught
us and she starts giving me tongue!"  Fawn looked at me with a fuck you
look and then Kent looked at me and said, "Bro, it was her, not me."

	I said, "No problem man.  She's a whore, so she's doing what whores
do.  Don't worry about it, but you might wanna get tested."  And then Fawn
went ballistic and Ms. Ledford ended rehearsal early but she told me and
Fawn to work out our shit-she actually said "shit" -before tomorrow or we'd
both be out of the show.

	I acted like I didn't care cuz I'm only sailor #5 but Fawn went
crazy.  "I'm the Lead!  You can kick out Dahl but not me!"

	Ms. Ledford said, "Dahl isn't the one who shoved his tongue down
Kent's throat," which boned me out, hearing her talking about me sticking
my tongue down Kent's throat like that.  I mean what the fuck, right?  Then
she said, "I take sexual assault very seriously Miss McKenzie.  Get your
act together or your understudy is going to play Nellie Forbush."

	The kissing scenes with Kent and Fawn were awkward after that.  I
mean Kent was really stunned out by what she did to him.  Me and Fawn broke
up. There wasn't a big fight or anything we just weren't boyfriend and
girlfriend any anymore. But play rehearsals were awkward for me, too, even
though I was only Sailor #5.  Every time I within ten feet of Fawn I was
uncomfortable.  I thought about dropping out of the show, but here's the
thing: I liked being in it.  I liked singing the songs with the other
sailors.  I liked watching Danny sing to Shelly.  Their post fucking scene
still boned me out.

	But I didn't go to Floyd's with everyone on Friday nights anymore.
Fawn was there and that was just TOO awkward.  People always asked me to
go.  Some of them tried really hard to get me to come with them.  Danny
practically begged me once.  Ain't that a stunner?  But I didn't need the
drama which is funny since it was the drama group that was going.

	We had three performances of the play, Thursday, Friday and
Saturday, and it was a hit.  My mom came to see it twice, once by herself
and once with my grandparents.  Dad lives in South Carolina with his new
wife and he called to say he heard it was great and he was sorry he
couldn't make it but I'm used to that.  I told him not to worry about it.
I stopped expecting him to come to school shit when I was in third grade.

	After the last performance on Saturday there was a cast party at
Shelly's house.  Ms. Ledford told us she wanted to have it at her house but
she knew we would have more fun if we had the kind of refreshments she
couldn't offer or condone.  She's a trip, that Ms. Ledford.  She's all
right.  She came to the party and all we drank while she was there was soda
and punch but she left after an hour and then the beers came out.  Danny
doctored up the punch with I don't know what all.  By the time he was done
pouring all those bottles in, it tasted like turpentine but I didn't care,
I kept refilling my red solo cup.

	I was happy cuz the play killed but I was sad cuz it was over.  I
was gonna miss everyone.  Almost everyone.  Fawn could suck balls.  Too bad
she couldn't suck dick.  Ha ha.  I was talking to a couple of other sailors
and looked up and saw her looking at me.  She looked mad but I don't know
why. She got a freaking standing ovation.  Everyone loved her.  She should
be over me by now.

	She went over to Kent and tried to put her arm around his waist but
he made it clear he wasn't interested.  I guess he was still pissed about
that tongue-al assault onstage.  She said something to him and they both
looked at me.  Then she whispered something to him and he said something to
her and walked away.  She looked pissed again.  Like yet another pass had
been turned down.  Too bad, bitch.  I smiled at her and raised my red solo
cup to her in a toast.  She flipped me the bird.  I was drunk enough that I
thought that was funny so I laughed.

	I saw Danny by the punch bowl so I went over to him.  I should have
stopped drinking the turpentine punch after the second cup.  Two hits of
Super Weed obliterated my brain to mouth filter according to Kent that
night.  I'm pretty sure four cups of Turpentine Punch are as potent as two
hits of Super Weed.  I mean I'm sure of that now.  I didn't know that then
or I never would have gone over to talk to Danny.

	"Dude!" I shouted at him over the music.  "You were fucking
awesome!"

	He smiled.  "Thanks, man."

	I put my hand on his arm.  "I mean it.  When you died, even though
it was offstage, it tore me up.  And when you sang how you've got to be
taught to hate, man that stunned me out every time."

	"Thanks," he said again.  "You were good, too."  He reclaimed his
arm and picked up an empty solo cup and filled it.

	"And no homo, man, but you completely boned me out with the scene
with Shelly."

	He laughed.  "You're crazy, Dahl.  But thanks."

	"I was like, Whoa he loves her so much.  It was beautiful, Danny.
And then you died.  Why did you have to die, man?  Poor Shelly."

	"Dahl, I'm not dead, dude.  I'm right here."

	"It tore me up, man."

	He laughed again.  "How much punch have you had?"

	"I don't know.  Enough that it's boning me out."  I wanted to keep
talking to him, keep telling him what an awesome job he'd done, but I could
tell that I was stunning him out.  It was time to go.  "Anyway.  Good job.
Catch you later."  I grabbed another cup of punch and carried them both out
to Shelly's backyard.  There were no lights and no moon.  Everyone else was
inside.  Did I really tell Danny that his scene with Shelly boned me out?
And that I was boned out while I was talking to him?  What the fuck was I
thinking?  I need to stay away from mind altering substances.  I drained
the cup in my right hand and started on the one in my left.  Starting
tomorrow, no more mind altering substances.

	Then I noticed I wasn't the only one out here.  I just didn't
notice at first because it was so dark.  There were two other people next
to a big oak tree by a swing set.  They'd blended into the shadows.  One of
them had his pants down to his ankles.  He was moving his hips back and
forth, fucking the face of the other person who was kneeling in front of
him.  They either didn't know I was there or didn't care.

	I should have gone back inside.  I'm not a peeping tom.  But I was
hard.  And drunk.  I'd already shown my judgment was skewed by my remarks
to Danny.  Instead of going back inside I took a few steps closer to the
pair by the tree, trying not to make any noise.  It's hard to be sneaky
when you're drunk.

	I was still twenty or thirty feet away.  Too far too see who they
were, but close enough to see that the one doing the sucking was another
guy.  So, there were fags in the play.  I was pretty sure the two guys
under the oak tree hadn't tried out for the play just to get extra credit.
I'd bet anything one of them was Jimmy Franklin.  He was probably the one
doing the sucking.  I guess he wasn't on the waiting list anymore.  I
wondered how good he was at sucking cock.  If I couldn't see them they it
was a good bet that they couldn't see me either.

	I finished the other drink and threw the cup onto the grass.  I
needed both hands free.  Seeing those two fags was boning me out even more
than I'd been when I was talking to Danny.  Not cuz I was a fag, but shit.
Seeing someone get blown is like watching porn, right?  I mean if I was
watching some chick suck the guy off and that boned me out, it wouldn't be
a big deal, right?  So why should it stun you out that I took out my cock
and jacked off watching those two homos going at it?  And okay, I wasn't
close enough to see who it was or see the guy's dick in any detail but I
could fill in the blanks enough that the head of my cock felt like it did
with that dream I had the other night.  So hard and so sexed up I thought
it would split open if I didn't skeet.

	And just like before it took less than a minute before I was
blooting all over the Chen's back yard.  I had to bite my bottom lip not to
yell like I did in bed the other night.  It took me an hour to bloot when
Fawn sucked me but watching those fags go at it, it took sixty seconds.  I
decided it was the weed and the booze.  I need to be high to bloot.  I'm
either going to have to be a priest or an alcoholic.

	I put my dick away and went back inside.  Danny gave me a funny
look from across the room.  Fawn gave me a bitchy look from the other end
of the room.  Even Kent gave me a strange look.  Yeah, for me the party was
over.  It kinda tore me up. For the last month I saw these people every
night.  Except for a couple of them that I had classes with I wasn't going
to see any of them any more except maybe in the hall between classes.  I
hated to admit it but I had fun doing the stupid play and I'd made some
friends.  Not with everyone, but a with a few people.

	 Aw fuck it. It was just a play.  Like goes on, right?


	And that's just what my life did.  It went on.  It would have gone
on with less drama if Roald didn't have a class with Fawn.  I mean
seriously, he was a damn senior and she was a sophomore like me.  There
should be a rule against them having any classes together but they were
both in band.  Yay.  So, every day he's all, "Why did you and Fawn break
up?" and "Fawn's hot, do you care if I tap that?"  "Fawn wants to know if
you're going out with anyone?" and shit like that.  Jesus, dude, do
whatever you want with her just shut up about it.

	I kept an eye on the bulletin board outside Ms. Ledford's class to
see if she posted anything about tryouts for another play.  I figured I'd
audition again.  That Kent, he can really sing.  And Danny, his voice isn't
all that, but he can really take his shirt off.  And me, I can really use
the extra credit in English class.

	Not to mention I could use some place to go every night.

	A month after the play was over we were watching a Seinfeld rerun
when the doorbell rang.  It was almost nine-thirty.  It was Saturday, but
that's still pretty late for someone to come over.  Mom raised her eyebrows
at me and Roald.  We both gave her "beats me" looks.  I got up from the
couch and went to answer the door.

	It was Kent.  It was a chilly night and he was wearing a black
leather jacket like he was some kind of biker from the 50s or something.
"Hey," he said.

	"Hey," I said.  I was confused.  We weren't really friends.  We
never hung out before the play and I haven't seen him since the end of the
play.  To be honest him being here was stunning me out.  "Uh.  What's up?"

	"I thought you might wanna hang out."

	"Why?"  I wasn't trying to be a dick or anything.  I got nothing
against him.  I liked him okay but like I said, weren't really friends.

	He lowered his voice.  "I don't like smoking alone and thought you
might want to blaze up with me."  He shrugged and looked embarrassed.
"None of my other smoking buds are around."

	"So, it's me or nothing? I feel like the fat girl at the dance that
you're forced to pair up with."

	"Naw man, it's not like that.  So, you wanna hang?"

	Like I said, I liked Kent well enough and I missed the play
rehearsals and I only ever smoked weed that one time and I wouldn't mind
getting high again.  "Sure.  Let me get my jacket.  I told Mom I was going
out, which she never would have let me do that late on a school night.
Kent was already in his pickup truck when I went back outside.  I climbed
into the cab next to him and we drove off.

	I thought we'd go somewhere and park before lighting up but we were
still going down the road when he told me to open the glove compartment.
There was a Ziploc bag with six or seven joints in it, as well as a
disposable lighter.  "Fire it up," he said.  He took his eyes off the road
to give me a grin.  "Just don't slobber on the end before you pass it to
me.  If I want to trade spit with someone there are better ways."  He's
always stunning me out, this guy.

	 I swallowed six or seven times before I put the joint between my
lips, making sure there wasn't a drop of spit in my mouth.  My hands were
still shaking when I lit it.  I was trying so hard to look cool and like I
knew what I was doing that I looked the exact opposite.

	Kent said, "I'd tell you to relax but that won't be a problem in a
couple minutes."  Just like the last time, my first hit didn't go well.  I
coughed it out almost as soon as it hit my lungs.  He laughed and reached
for the blunt.  I gave it to him while I was still coughing.  He made it
look easy.  He took a long drag, making the end of the joint glow red.  He
held his breath and passed it back to me.

	Before I took another hit I said, "Is this the same stuff as
before?"  It had been nearly six weeks since I'd smoked with him. I don't
know if he remembered what we'd smoked then or not, but he nodded his head,
unable to speak while he was holding the smoke in his lungs.  I remembered
how hard and how fast it had hit me.  I didn't know if it was because the
stuff was really that strong or if it was because it was my first time but
I got nervous.  "Uh, should you be driving while you're smoking?  Should we
pull over?"

	He exhaled, blowing the smoke out in a long whoosh.  "What did you
tell Fawn?  When there's a job opening for 'Kent's Mother' I'll send you an
application."

	"Sorry," I said.  But I was still worried.  Then I realized what
would cure that.  I took a hit of the weed.  I did a better job holding it
in this time.  After a few more times trading it back and forth, the joint
was gone and so were all my concerns.  Kent left the main road and we drove
down different back roads in silence, but it was a comfortable silence.

	Then he said, "Hey, Dahl."

	"Hey, Kent," I answered.  Then I said.  "There's a brand of
cigarettes called Kent. Did you know that?"

	"No.  Did you know me and Fawn are in the same Trig class?"

	"No.  You didn't know there were Kent cigarettes and I didn't know
you and Fawn were in the same Trig class. I wonder what other things we
don't know."

	"You do know that she also has band with your brother."

	"Yeah?"  I did know that.  I don't know why I made it a question.
He was starting to stun me out.

	"Did you know that she told me that Roald told her, that he checked
your browsing history?"

	"What?  Say that again."  He did, slower.  It still didn't make
sense.  Roald couldn't check my browser history.  He doesn't know my
password.  I said, "No, I did not know that."

	He turned down another side road.  "She says that Roald says that
you go to lots of gay sites.  Gay porn sites."  He stopped the truck and
turned off the engine.  We were on a road I didn't know.  There was a rusty
bathtub on the curb.  A driveway led to a house way up a hill.  A barbed
wire fence ran along the other side of the road.

	"That's bullshit!  Either Roald lied to her, or she lied to you."
I looked out the truck's windows in a panic.  "Is that why you wanted to
hang out? Is that why we're in the middle of nowhere?  Am I going to be
jumped?  Where are the others?  Are y'all gonna leave me on a pile of
burning tires?"  I didn't wait for an answer.  I had to get out before the
rest of the gay bashers showed up.  I opened the passenger door, jumped
out, and started running without knowing where I was going.

	"Dahl, wait!" Kent shouted.  Wait?  Wait for what?  To get my
throat slit?  I heard the engine start up.  Shit.  I looked behind me and
he was coming after me.

	I left the road and climbed over the barbed wire fence.  It cut my
hands and tore my jeans but I didn't care.  I ran into the trees on the
other side of the fence.  I knew better than to keep running into the
woods.  I'd get lost and might never find my way out.  I hid behind one of
the trees and watched the road.  Kent stopped the truck where I'd hopped
the fence.  He left the engine running but put it in park and climbed out
of the truck.

	He walked over to the fence and peered into the woods.  I made sure
the tree was between me and him.  I leaned against it which meant I
couldn't see him but I could hear.  I didn't think he'd leave the truck
running in the middle of the road to climb over the fence.  "Dahl!" he
shouted.  "Goddammit, Dahl no one's gonna jump you!  I didn't tell anybody
what Fawn said!  I just thought you oughta know!"  Then he spoke in his
regular voice instead of shouting: "And I was gonna tell you other stuff if
it was true."

	After a few seconds he shouted again.  "You can't stay out there
all night.  At least let me take you back home!"  Maybe I couldn't stay out
here all night but I could stay out here as long as he was waiting for me.
All I could think of was Billy Jack Gaither.  He waited another minute
before shouting again, this time angry, "God, are you this stupid when
you're not high?"  I heard the door of his truck slam shut, then the squeal
of tires as he sped off.

	I waited fifteen minutes to make sure he wasn't coming back, then
hopped the fence again.  I called Roald.  "What's up, Party Boy?"

	"Did you tell Fawn I go to gay porn sites?"

	"Hell no."

	"Then why is she telling everyone that you did?"

	"Because you dumped her and that's the kind of thing that dumped
bitches do, you retard."

	Fuck.  No one knows better than me what a bitch Fawn can be.  If I
had just said that to Kent, I'd still be driving around with him slobbering
on a second blunt.  Fuck!

	I cut the connection with Roald without saying goodbye.  Then I
pulled up the Uber app.  Thank God for GPS.  I didn't know where I was but
the phone did.  I wasn't ready to go home.  I punched in another
destination.

	It was after eleven when the Uber driver dropped me off.  I was
afraid she'd be out on a date but the light in her bedroom was on.  If I
hadn't been stoned I probably would have been too timid to do what I did.
I walked up to her bedroom window and started rapping on the glass, steady
like.  Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap until she drew aside the curtains.
She saw it was me and a minute later joined me outside.  She didn't say
anything, just walked to their backyard.  I followed her. She went to the
patio furniture and sat on the big outdoor couch.

	"Well?" she said in her pissy way.

	"No," I said.  "It's not well at all. Where the fuck do you get off
telling Kent Roald told you I'm going to fag web sites."

	"For all I know, you are.  You always acted like a fag with me.  I
gave you plenty of chances to fuck me and you turned them all down."  I
started to say something.  "And don't bring up that stupid purity pledge.
I saw you looking at Danny Cordle every time he took his shirt off.  Would
you let a purity pledge stop you from fucking him?"

	"I told you before not to call me a fag."  I raised my fist.  "If
you say it again, the next time you say anything at all, it will be to
St. Peter."

	"Hitting me won't mean you're not a fag.  There's only one thing
you can do to prove you like girls. So, if you can't do that you may as
well go home."

	I reached for my belt.


	So yeah.  I proved to Fawn that I'm not a fag.

	But if it hadn't been for the weed I never could've done it.
Looking at her lying naked on the outdoor couch my dick was like a piece of
cooked spaghetti.  What boned me out was remembering Kent saying there were
better ways of swapping spit than sucking on my slobbered up blunt.  That,
and what Fawn had said, thinking of Danny's chest, this time without Shelly
in the memory to distract me.  Then I thought of the boy in Shelly's
backyard sucking that other boy's cock.  In my memory I put faces on them.
In reality neither of them could have been Danny.  I'd just left him at the
punchbowl.  But what if it had been Kent that Jimmy was sucking?  Or fuck
what if Kent was sucking Jimmy?  What if Kent was sucking me?  That's what
boned me out.  I was still thinking of Kent's cock when I fucked that cunt,
Fawn.  It was remembering the marijuana dream I had that let me bloot in
her.  And I yelled just as loud when I skeeted in her snatch as I did when
I did it in my room after the dream.

	So, yeah the bitch believes I'm straight.

	And fucking a girl is what her told me the truth: I'm as straight
as a ballpark pretzel. Ain't that a stunner?  I may as well take myself to
the tire fire.

	Fawn had put her hand on my mouth while I was yelling when I
skeeted in her.  I don't know if she had her own cum or not and I don't
care.  When I climbed off her she said, "Are we back together?"

	"Fuck no. And if you get pregnant you better get rid of it.  No way
in hell am I marrying you.  You ain't nothing but a whore.  You're not the
only one who can tell people shit.  As far as I'm concerned you spread your
legs for anyone who asks, and that's what I'll tell people if you cross
me."  I got dressed but I didn't sing her any songs.  I summoned another
Uber to take me home.


	I didn't want to go to church the next day, but not going to church
was never a choice at our house.  I fully expected to burst into flames the
second I walked into the building now that I was a fag.  Maybe I didn't
because I had only fagged in my mind and not with my body.  God won't
strike me dead until I did that.

	But that didn't make sense, otherwise, every homo in the country
would have burst into flames long ago, including the two dudes in Shelly's
back yard.  I mean didn't God destroy the whole city of Sodom for that
shit?  Why is he allowing all these homos to walk around today?  Is his aim
that bad?  I raised my hand in Sunday School.  Pastor Clarke teaches the
teenagers.  He was the one who asked us all to sign the purity pledge at
church camp.  I'd interrupted his lesson by raising my hand.  He was
annoyed but he smiled anyway.

	"Yes, Dahl? You have a question?"

	"Yes, sir.  Us sinners.  If we don't tell Jesus we love him and
accept him and all that, we get thrown in the lake of fire?"

	He nodded gravely.  "That's right, son."

	"By who?"

	"By who, what?"

	"Who throws us in the lake of fire?"

	"The Lord."

	"That doesn't stun you out?  I mean He's saying, 'Watch out!  You
sinned!  If you don't ask me to save you, I'll throw you in the lake of
fire!'  What happened to Jesus loves me?  I mean, dude, how about you just
don't throw me in the lake of fire because you love me!  Why all the
conditions and stuff?"

	"It's because he loves you that he wants you to accept him."

	"That's what stuns me out!  I mean my mom loves me and I disappoint
her on a daily basis and she hasn't even thrown me out of the house, never
mind a lake of fire, and it's not because I've accepted her or nothing.
It's because she loves me even though I'm a screw up.  Jesus isn't any
better than my mom?"

	He was getting mad at me.  "Of course, Jesus is better than your
mom."

	"Then why is he throwing me in the lake of fire?  Screw that
noise."  I meant it.  I didn't ask to be a fag.  I didn't want to be a fag.
I'm pretty sure Billy Jack Gaither didn't ask for it.  He didn't deserve to
have his throat slit and be thrown on burning tires never mind a burning
lake.  Me and all the other homos didn't deserve any lake of fire for
something we didn't ask for.  Screw it.  I raised my hand again.

	Pastor Clarke sighed really loudly.  "Yes, Dahl? Another
questions?"

	"Yeah.  When you do the altar call every Sunday and we sing Just as
I Am is that the truth?  Are we really saved from the lake of fire just as
we are?"

	"Yes we are," he said smiling his pastor smile.

	"What if a homo goes up during the altar call.  Is he saved just as
he is?  Homo and all?"

	"If he's truly saved, he'll give up being a homosexual."

	This guy stuns me out.  I raised my hand again but didn't wait for
him to call on me.  I said, "How do I turn in my baptism or take it back or
whatever, cuz Jesus is bogus as shit.  He is NOT any better than my mom. My
mom is a hundred times better than him.  Lake of fire my ass."

	Which is how I got kicked out of Sunday School, not that I cared
all that much.


	I was worried about school on Monday.  I didn't know who else Fawn
had told her bullshit to.  Roald said if anyone asked him if he told Fawn
that stuff he'd set them straight, so that was good.  And I had a response
ready: I dumped her, what do you expect?  But I had wigged out on Kent and
I had to address that.  I could blame it on the weed but I didn't want to
blame it on the weed.  If I did, he'd never share his weed with me again,
and no lie I liked smoking weed.  And yeah, I know I could probably score
weed from someplace else.  Let me rephrase that.  I liked smoked smoking
weed with Kent.  I just didn't like that I liked it. Smoking it with him
more than just smoking it, I mean.

	I made it through the first two periods but I don't know how.  I
know I went because I didn't get in trouble for skipping them, but no lie I
have no memory of attending them.  Ain't that a stunner?  Am I having
blackouts?  I thought that didn't happen until after years of drug abuse,
not after smoking two joints.  And I didn't smoke them by myself, I shared
them.

	On the way to third period, I saw Kent at his locker.  I went to
him.

	"Hey," I said.

	He looked at me in surprise.  "Hell, you're alive.  I thought bears
would have eaten you"

	"You wanna hang out?" I asked.

	He was already looking at me in surprise so I don't know what he
was looking at me in now.  Flabbergasted?  I've heard of people being
flabbergasted but I don't really know what that means.  He got his gasted
unflabbered and said, "You mean after school?  You sure you won't jump out
of my truck and go running off in the woods?"

	"I mean right now.  I really need to get high."

	He looked at me.  "What happened.  You okay?"

	"No. But I'm not talking about it here.  We hanging out or not?
Cuz I can't stay here.  I'm all tore up."

	"Sure.  Let's go."

	I've never skipped school before but I think Kent has.  I was being
all furtive and shit, peeking around corners, ready to dive into a trash
can if we saw a teacher but he just walked down the hall and out the door
like it was the end of the day.  I followed him, waiting for someone to
stop us but no one did.

	When we were in his truck and pulling out of the parking lot he
said, "Why aren't you okay?"

	I was digging through his glove compartment without asking and
pulled out his Ziploc bag.  I said, "I got fired from church.  Mom and
Roald can still go but I can't.  I mean I wouldn't, but if I tried I
couldn't and Mom is wigged out about it."

	"How do you get fired from church?"

	"I don't remember everything that happened.  I think I said Jesus
could fuck off or something."

	"Harsh," he said.  I don't know if he was talking about what I said
or me being kicked out because of it.

	I lit the joint after swallowing all my spit.  "And I fucked Fawn
last night."

	He took his eyes off the road to look at me.  "I thought y'all
broke up."

	"We did.  But I had to prove to her I'm not gay."

	"Oh."  He followed the same route we'd taken last night.  I passed
the joint to him and he took a deep drag.  "And did you?"

	"Yeah, I proved it. Let me rephrase that.  I proved it to her."  He
gave me another look like I'd just stunned him out.  We drove in silence,
passing the blunt back and forth.  I was turning into a pot head but I
didn't care.  I already felt more relaxed than I had all morning.  I said,
"Why do you smoke, Kent?"

	"Cuz I live in Alabama," he said.

	"Lots of people live in Alabama.  They don't smoke."

	"They aren't me.  It's easier to be me in Alabama if I'm high. Why
do you smoke?"

	I laughed.  "Cuz you asked me if I wanted to."

	He laughed too.  "Not today.  You asked me."

	I said, "Being high bones me out.  I like that."  I say shit when
I'm stoned that I'd never otherwise say.

	Kent just nodded, like he understood.  He said, "Danny said you
told him he boned you out when he sang to Shelly"

	"You know what doesn't bone me out?  Fawn McKenzie sucking on my
cock."

	He reach for his lap and adjust himself.  I guess weed really does
bone people out.  He said, "But you fucked her last night."

	"I was high.  And she wasn't sucking me.  My cock was there but my
mind wasn't." I took the joint from him and took a hit.  I was getting good
at holding in the smoke.  When I blew it out I took another hit before
passing it back to him.

	Before he took the last drag on the joint he said, "Is that the
other reason you aren't okay?  Cuz Fawn doesn't make you hard?  So what?
Didn't you say you got hard for Shelly when Danny sang to her?"

	"Let me rephrase that.  Shelly had nothing to do with it.  That's
why I'm not okay.  I told you my mind wasn't with me when I fucked Fawn.
That's the only reason I was able to do it.  Roald never said what she said
he said.  But it turns out she was right."  I couldn't face him and looked
out the window.  "I am a fag, Kent.  Thanks for the joint.  Do me a favor
and stop the truck before you push me out."

	"I don't like that word," Kent said.  He put his hand on my thigh.
"I wish you'd say gay, instead."

	I stopped looking out the window to stare at his hand on my thigh.
Then I stared at him but he was looking at the road.  "You're really
stunning me out right now," I said.

	He took his hand back.  "Sorry.  I tried to tell you last
night. But.  You thought I was going to kill you and ran off."

	I didn't know what to say.  I wanted to say a lot.  Let me rephrase
that.  I wanted to ask a lot.  I didn't know where to start.  "You don't
worry about people trying to kill you?"

	He pointed to the glove box and I took out another joint and fired
it up.  I just took a little hit before passing it to him.  He took a
bigger one before answering me.  "I'm not dumb enough to do gay shit in
Sylacauga.  There are clubs in Birmingham.  I can't go in them.  I'm
underage.  But I hang out around them and hook up with older dudes
sometimes."

	"What, with grandpas?"

	"Naw.  Guys in their twenties and thirties.  Good looking guys.
But I want to hook up with guys my age, you know?"  He shot me a look.  I
mean he wasn't just looking at me, he Shot. Me. A. Look.  It woulda boned
me out even if I wasn't stoned.  I had to shift my dick.  He noticed and
then he really shot me a look.

	He said, "But yeah, I get fucked up about it sometimes.  When I do,
I light up.  It unfucks me."

	I said, "Where were you taking me last night?  Since it wasn't a
pile of burning tires?"

	"This place I know.  Away from houses and people and shit.  I
wanted to be alone so we could talk.  Or hang out.  Or whatever."

	I liked being stoned but it made me say shit I would never say
straight.  "My dick hurts."

	He didn't ask me why.  He just said, "You want me to make it feel
better?"

	"I don't know," I said.  "I'm scared.  I'm totally boned out, but
I'm scared. And I don't know what to do."

	 He handed me the joint.  "This will help you with your fear.  I
can show you what to do."  He pulled over.  I hadn't noticed we'd left the
main road and were away from houses and people and shit.  We were alone.  I
didn't think we were gonna talk very much. I wasn't sure we were going to
really hang out.  But I had a feeling we were going to do a lot of
whatever.

	 He reached behind the seat and pulled out a thick quilt.  "Let's
go in the bed of the truck."  He got out.  I took a final drag on the joint
and pinched off the cherry at the end.  I put the half joint back in the
baggie and joined Kent in the bed of the truck.  His shirt was already off.
He wasn't built like Danny.  But it made him more real somehow.  Danny was
the kind of guy you'd see at Abercrombie and Fitch.  But you'd never in a
hundred years get the balls to say anything to the guy that works at
Abercrombie and Fitch except "does this come in a medium?"  But Kent was
the kind of hot you could work up to talking to, not just jack off over, in
spite of his couple of zits and the fact he really did need a haircut.

	 He raised his eyebrows at me in a "you too" way and I unbuttoned
my shirt.  I took it off and he said, "Nice" and the head of my dick
stretched even more.

	 But I also felt more scared than ever.  I mean I was at the fag
line and about to cross it.  Once I did there was no turning back.  But
whether I crossed it or not I'd still be what I was.  On this side of the
line, I'm Dahl, the fag who jacks off at night and on the other side of the
line I'm Dahl, the fag whose dick Kent made feel better.

	 Kent sat on the blanket.  He still had his jeans on.  He patted
the space next to him.

	 "We aren't getting naked?" I asked.

	 "You just want a quick fuck and go?  Like a porno?  I was hoping
for more than that."

	 "Like what?"

	 "We cut school.  We got all day.  Don't you want to make out some
first?"

	 "Dude!  You're a dude!"

	 "Yeah, but I'm not a whore.  If that's what you're looking for I
can give you directions to some of those clubs in Birmingham.  You can hook
up in the parking lot and someone will suck you off or whatever you want."

	 I sat next to him but not to make out.  "Kent.  I can't kiss a
guy."

	 He didn't get mad, like I would have done.  He said, "Dahl.  How
many times did you and Fawn make out?"

	 "Too many."

	 "Did it make you hard?"

	 "I told you.  I had to pretend I was with someone else to bone out
when I was with her.  When I fucked her I pretended I was fucking someone
else.  Or some dude was sucking me."

	 "That's what you did when she was blowing you and you were fucking
her.  When you kissed her did you pretend you were kissing someone else?"

	 I did. Not on purpose.  I was kissing Fawn and suddenly Danny
popped into my head.  I didn't want to tell Kent that and hurt his
feelings.  I must have given him some kind of sign because he said, "Was it
another guy?"  I nodded.  "Now you won't have to pretend."  He leaned into
me.  I kinda backed away but he put his hand behind my head and pulled me
to him and real soft like put his lips against mine.  It was like the
butterfly kisses Mom used to give me when she tucked me in.  And here's the
thing: it didn't stun me out at all but Holy Lake of Fire Throwing Jesus,
did it bone me out.

	 I put my hand around his naked back and kissed him back, not
butterfly kisses but a real kiss.  My tongue knocked on the door and he
opened and let me in.  I let my hand move from his back to his chest.
Feeling Kent's chest was so different than feeling Fawn's big nasty tits.
His chest was hard.  Manly.  I wanted to feel his chest against mine.  I
hugged him to me.  I made noises with him that I never made with Fawn.

	 I don't know how long we made out.  After a while I pulled away
from him.  "Kent, my dick hurts bad.  It think it's going to tear open."

	 He reached for my fly.  Even touching my cock outside my boxers
and jeans, it was so sensitive I flinched and said, "Ow!"  I hoped that
wouldn't scare him away though.

	 "Sorry," he whispered.  He was very careful when he lowered my
zipper. I reached for his at the same time.  I mirrored everything he did
to me.  Overhead, birds tweeted their approval, the damn peeping toms.
When our cocks were out and mine was quivering, ready to blow he said,
"Jesus, you're hard."

	 "I won't last long," I said.

	 "If you fall asleep after you blow I'm leaving you here," he said,
grinning.  He wrapped his hand around my cock and I did the same to
him. That's what removed the last shred of doubt that I was a fag- ---when
I wrapped my hand around his cock.  But before I had a chance to fully
appreciate it, he was jacking me.  He had a tight grip on my cock, but he
was moving his hand so fucking slow.  And then he treated me like I was a
chick and leaned over and sucked on my tit, flicking his tongue against it
and I was done.  The last two times I skeeted while thinking of doing faggy
things I yelled, but now that I was actually DOING faggy things and
skeeting, it was even more intense.  You'd think I'd yell even louder and
It would be a good thing we were in the middle of nowhere but instead of
shouting I barely made a sound.  I held my breath while I skeeted, blasting
bloot all over.  When I finally let my breath out it came out in a long
groan.  I sounded like I did when I was a little kid playing army and I
pretended I got shot.  I shot all right.  I shot all over Kent's hand and
all over my belly.

	 Kent let go of my cock and rubbed my bloot into my belly.  "I want
to see all of you," I said and he finished undressing.  It didn't seem
right, him being naked while my dick was hanging out of my fly so I got
naked, too, even though I had just skeeted.

	 Then I went back to jacking his cock. It was so thick.  I noticed
something about him.  My nuts were always together, you know?  I mean they
were a pair of nuts.  But his balls were two separate balls that happened
to live in the same sack.  His left ball hung out on one side of his cock
and his right ball was on the other side of his cock and when I jacked him
they went along for the ride, moving along with my fist, but on either side
of his cock instead of just bunched up at the base of it. They were really
stunning me out.  After a few seconds of gripping his fat cock and watching
his balls I said, "I can't help it man, I'm gonna go porno on your dick."

	 "Sixty-nine," he said.

	 "But I just blooted."

	 He pushed me down onto my back and twisted around so that we were
mouth to cock.  I grabbed his cock and realized I didn't know what to do.
"I don't know what to do," I said, because I realized it, but he didn't.

	 "Just have fun.  But no teeth."

	 Yeah, I knew about the no teeth part.  I wasn't sure I could open
my mouth wide enough to take him but I was ready to dislocate my jaw
trying. I let his arrow shaped dickhead slide into my mouth and had one
more piece of evidence, if any was needed, that I was a fag.  Let me
rephrase that.  That I was gay. It felt right.  Not just right, it felt
natural, Like I was born to do this.  It took no effort to avoid my teeth,
even as thick as his cock was.  I didn't avoid using my tongue though.  I
slid it all over his cock and even though it was my first time the noises
he made told me I was doing a good job.

	 I wasn't ready for him to suck my cock yet.  I was too sensitive
after my skeet.  I was happy just sucking him.  At the same time, I would
have also been happy to kiss him again or have him suck my tits again.  And
then he did something I didn't even know people did.

	 I was so shocked I stopped sucking him but kept his dick in my
mouth.  I swear to God, the dude was licking my asshole!  I don't mean he
was kissing my ass; I mean his tongue was on my ass HOLE.  And then it was
IN my hole.  I only thought I knew what it was like to be boned out before.
I tried to ask Kent was he was doing but it's hard to talk with your mouth
full of dick.  He made it easier for me by pulling it out of my mouth.

	 I stared at him.  "What...?"

	 He grinned at me from between my legs.  "Just something I like to
do."

	 "It's something I like you to do!"  He shifted around so he was
kneeling between my legs and went back to eating out my ass.  I watched him
for a second, then laid my head down.  I looked up at the trees he'd parked
under but then closed my eyes and moaned while Kent took me places I'd
never been. I reached for my cock which was leaking honey onto my belly but
Kent grabbed my hand.

	 He stopped tonguing my hole and said, "I want to be the one who
makes you cum again.  Okay?"

	 "Yeah, okay.  But what about you?  You've fagged me out but when
do I get to make you bloot?"

	 "Right now.  Can you reach my jeans?"  They were behind me but why
the fuck was he wanting to get dressed?  "Hand me my wallet," he said.

	 I did and he took a rubber out of it.  "You afraid of knocking me
up?" I asked.

	 "It's lubed," he said.  "I don't wanna hurt you." He suddenly
looked worried.  "Is this okay?  Can I fuck you?"

	 "Dude, you just had your tongue up my ass.  You can do whatever
you want with me.  Yeah, Kent, It's okay."  I stunned myself out.  An hour
ago, I never would have said that no matter how stoned I was.  And then,
like I was some kind of little bitch, I said, "Can we kiss some more
first?"

	 I didn't even care where his tongue was a minute ago.  I wanted to
feel his lips against mine again.  I wanted his tongue against mine. His
chest against mine.  His cock rubbing against mine.  He tore the condom
package open and took out the rubber.  I took it from him.  "Let me."

	 He nodded.  It wasn't the most romantic place in the world, which
was okay because I'm the most unromantic person in the world.  He sat on
the wall of the truck bed and I unrolled the condom onto his hard cock,
thicker than mine but the same length.  I looked at his brown eyes and
imperfect skin.  Danny Cordle had a flawless complexion.  No zits at all.
Kent had three zits, one that was red and angry right on his nose.  Danny
had that A&F chest.  Kent's chest was kind of plain.  His belly was flat
but didn't have the abs that Danny's had.  But if Danny Cordle was sitting
there buck ass naked and offered himself to me I'd tell him to go sing to
Shelly Chen.  I'd rather make out with Kent, who was a million times sexier
than Danny could ever hope to be.

	 I finished rolling the condom onto his beautiful cock and gave it
a couple strokes.  Then he put his arms around me and joined me on the
quilt in the bed of the truck again.  We kissed and explored each other
with our mouths and hands and were soon humping against each other.
Somehow he'd rolled me onto my back. He was something, Kent was.  Without
ever breaking the kiss he reached for his cock.  I didn't know he'd done it
until I felt it trying to enter me.

	 It didn't feel the same against my ass as his tongue had but it
still felt good, just in a different way.  I had my arms around him when I
felt it.  I held him tighter, partly from lust and partly from nervousness.
He added a reassuring squeeze to his return hug and his cock entered me.  I
gasped, mostly in surprise.  God he was so thick.  It stretched me open and
I had to put my hands on his hips to stop him for a second while I
adjusted. I felt bad cuz he was only half way in and making him stop
couldn't have been much fun for him.  He'd already made me skeet once.
Here was my chance to make him feel good and I put the brakes on it.

	 We'd stopped kissing. "You okay?  We can stop if you want.  Smoke
another doobie."

	 "I'm okay," I said.  "Just gimme a sec."  I always felt I'd been
blessed in the dick department but now I was embarrassed.  "You're big is
all.  And I never had anything up there before.  I'm good now.  Keep
going."

	He said, "I'm only this big cuz you're so hot.  How do you put it?
You bone me out."  He kissed me again and eased more of his cock into me.
I kept my hands on his hips but didn't stop him.  Soon I felt his pubes
against my ass and knew he was all the way in.

	It hurt so good.  I don't know if all guys have the ass fucking
thing inside them or if it's just fags, I mean gays, but his cock was
rubbing something up my ass that had a direct connection to my cock.  I
felt it when he pushed his cock all the way into me.  "Do that again," I
said.

	"Do what?"

	"Rub your cock in me."

	"You mean fuck you?"

	"Yeah.  Fuck me. Like you just did."

	He'd been leaving it in me without moving, letting me get used to
it but now he started doing the in and out that I'd done to Fawn but no way
could she have felt as good as what I was feeling now.  I think Kent was
feeling pretty good too.  "Oh, Dahl." He said.  "Yeah, baby."  Fawn used to
call me baby but it never boned me out the way it did now when Kent said
it.  And he was rubbing that thing inside me again which was stunning me
out.

	I felt like a total homo but I couldn't help it.  I started saying
his name like he was saying mine.  I never called another dude 'baby'
before or anything like that but just like sucking his cock felt natural,
it felt natural talking lovey dovey to him.  I'm surprised I didn't start
singing to him. It started with just his name over and over, which I know
is dumb.  "Kent. Oh, Kent."  I wanted to say more but what?  And then words
fell out of my mouth.  "Yeah, baby.  Oh, sweet Kent. Fuck me, Kent. My
Kent."

	And he did.  His cock kept sliding in and out of me, still rubbing
that thing in me that had a direct line to my dick.  And still somehow he
managed to kiss me every fifth or sixth time he pushed into me.  When he
wasn't kissing me he reached for my cock which was hard again and stroked
me, or he rubbed my balls which were drawn up tight in their sack, or he
pinched my tits which until today I never knew were so sensitive.  With
every stroke of my cock, and rub of my balls and pinch of my tits I moaned
his name.  "Kent, oh Kent, please don't stop, don't ever stop."

	"I won't, baby."  He kissed me again.  "I'll make love to you
forever."

	His words added to the pleasure his cock was giving me.  "More," I
begged him. I grabbed his ass, trying to pull him deeper into me.  Every
time he rubbed that thing inside me my cock throbbed and when he fucked
that gay button at the same time he stroked my cock I whimpered like a
little boy getting his first skeet.  "Harder?  Please?  Oh god, fuck me
harder"

	"I'm trying not to cum," he panted

	"Do it!" I wanted him to bloot in me.  I suddenly hated that he was
wearing a rubber.  I wanted his splooge in me.  Or on me.  But I knew this
was only the first of many couplings. There would be other times when I'd
taste it, rub it into me.  "Do it baby."  He became a jackhammer, fucking
me harder than I thought possible and rubbing that thing in me so fast that
I let go his ass and reached for my cock and started jacking it furiously
and I blooted again, this time yelling like I had in my room.

	"Yeah!" he grunted watching the sperm shooting out of my dick and I
felt his cock twitching inside me.  I looked at his face and his eyes were
clenched closed and he grimaced like he'd hit his thumb with a hammer and
was trying not to cuss.  I waited until his face returned to normal, until
he finished skeeting and then I pulled him to me and we kissed.  My bloot
smearing against his belly.

	I never kissed Fawn, or any other girl with the urgency that I
kissed Kent.  He pulled out of me and we stopped kissing while he pulled
the rubber off his cock.  I wanted to keep it as a souvenir, but that was
dumb.  Where would I put it?  He tossed it over the side of the truck into
the bushes.

	 Kent said, "You seemed to enjoy that.  I take it you aren't
confused about which team you're on."

	"Actually, I'm very confused about something."

	He looked surprised.  "No way.  What are you confused about?"

	I ran my fingers along his softening cock.  "I hate Fawn, who is a
bitch and a half, but I feel like I need to send her flowers or something.
If she hadn't talked me into trying out for that play, I never would have
figured out that I'm gayer than laughter."

	He said, "Or hooked up with me twice."

	"Twice?  We only hooked up once."

	"So far," he said, pulling me to him.

***

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