It's a boys' life!
by Andrew van Ryan
copyright 2005
Part 7
Norm and I both sighed deeply as we leaned toward each other,
anticipating our lips to meet, but they didn't because we jerked away
to stare in the direction of the loud voice that interrupted the quiet
of the
basement.
"SUCK IT!" Matt shouted out. "Suck it
as
hard as you can!"
Norm and mine heads swiveled to see Matt on his
knees, straddling Pauls' chest and humping his cock deep into Pauls'
mouth. Just as suddenly, Matt grabbed Pauls' head with both hands and
thrust his cock as deep as he could into the boys oral cavity.
His hips began to shake violently in spastic rhythms.
"Nnngg!! Nnngg!!
NNmmmmgggg!!" Matt shouted, tipping his head back.
The uncontrollable contractions which shook through
his tensed butt and leg muscles now spread until his whole body
quivered. With a sudden, final trust into the sucking mouth of
his lover, Matt
cried
out and collapsed,
"Paul! That was awesome! Best one
yet..." he panted and then slid down in a heap along side his
boyfriend.
Paul smiled, snuggled up and spoke.
"You taste so fuckin' good! I
want as much of your cum as I can get!"
It was at about this moment that the two sweaty,
breathless boys looked at Norm and me. We were blushing, silently
staring at the pair. We looked at each other and Norm spoke.
"Geez!"
"Like a couple of howler monkeys in the
zoo!"
I giggled. Turning my gaze to Matt I said "Dude! You're louder n' hell
when you cum!"
"Stop it van Ryan, or we'll take turns
fuckin' your butt!"
"Promise?" I asked, letting my lisp
splatter while I batted my eyelashes at him. Paul shot me a mean look,
but Matt laughed nearing hysteria.
"Hey! His cute little bubble is all
mine!" Norm shouted at the others with a jealous tone in his voice.
"Nobody touches it except me."
Norm smiled as he put his arms around me. However, I
saw Matt glance me a sudden wilting look, and I knew why, too. He had
been the one to take my virginity and we'd remained fuck buddies ever
since. I knew he didn't want to lose me completely, but now that Norm
and I were together, he thought he just might.
"Andy, turn on the radio. I wanna
listen to some music." Matt said as he looked at me. His eyes
gave me the impression Norms remark was foremost in his thoughts,
thoughts of a doubtful future. 'Will that future have me in it?' his
eyes seemed to question. Then I saw trouble, for the look in his eyes
now spelled jealousy. He glanced at Norm, who was still gazing at me.
I realized this was totally the wrong
time to discuss any future fucking between Matt and me, but if I
didn't do or say something real quick, Matt was going to open his
mouth! An idea sprung to mind and I quickly went to work acting
on Matt's request for music. I sprang
from the bed, ran to the radio and turned it on. Good luck was
running with me, for as soon as I flipped the switch, it began blaring
out "The
Hippy Hippy Shake" by the Swingin' Blue Jeans.
I quickly turned, still
naked and semi hard, to face the others. I sort of gave a little jump
forward,
put my hand out as if I were holding a microphone and began singing
along. I also began to dance wildly about and as anyone who's ever seen
me can tell
you, I dance totally weird. I think it'd because I'm a drummer,
actually. Drummers are used to setting a beat, not following one, so
they naturally dance out of sync to the tempo. And that's exactly what
I was doing!
"You shake it to the left, you shake it
to the right, you do the hippy shake, shake with all of your might!
You do the shake, Yeah! You do
the shake! You do the shake, Woo! The hippy,hippy shake!"
Of course I took the opportunity to act out the
songs lyrics as well, turning first left and then right while waggling
my
quickly inflating cock at them. The effect my little surprise
performance had on
the other three was perfect! They all began squealing with
laughter and cat-calling at me. One by one they got up and joined
me until all
four of us were dancing about naked, singing and laughing together,
celebrating in a spectacle of our youth. In a matter of
seconds, I'd made a complete jester of myself and by doing so had
defused what could
have easily become a major misunderstanding between Matt and Norman.
Matt
needed to think before asking questions regarding any future sex
between him and
me, and Norman needed to realize just how faithful I am with friends.
Given time, I knew Norms' jealousy would recede, but for now he
was feeling too vulnerable. After all, things were moving along way
faster than I
ever imagined they would. Hell, the previous day I would have laughed
at anyone suggesting Norm would become my boyfriend within 24 hours.
Right
now, we just needed to laugh and keep things light. And laugh we did!
The four of us continued dancing about naked and
singing
wildly. It would have been a real sight to any outside eyes, but there
was no way
anybody could see into the safe confines of my Grandmas' basement, and
we knew it. After singing along to three or four more songs, we
all
fell breathless to the floor, laughing and chattering at one another.
The thought of putting our clothes on never came to mind because we all
enjoyed being naked together.
"Hey, this is fuckin' great!" Paul
remarked. "Too bad we can't get together like this every day."
"yeah..." I panted, still
recovering from the dancing.
"Well, maybe we could all go to my
house on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays." Matt said. "My parents each
work late on those days and get home after eight."
"Hey! I can have you guys at my house
on Tuesdays!" Norm stated. "My mom works the evening shift that night.
She's never home before 11:00."
"That would make five afternoons a week
of pure sex!" Paul remarked out loud. You could see the possibilities
running away with his thoughts as a grin washed over his face.
"OK, I'll ask, but we might as well
plan on it for tomorrow afternoon." Matt announced. "I know they'll say
yes."
"Ask? Ask who?" Norm questioned, a
note of concern in his voice.
"Mom and Dad." Matt replied. "Don't
worry, Norm. They're cool with us being queer. In fact, I think they'd
be happy knowing I was home having sex with you guys, rather than
wandering around the neighborhood. They're always tellin' me I should
be careful, and well, the best way to stay safe is by staying home with
a bunch of friends over. There's safety in numbers, so if we're
together, we'd be safe, right?"
We nodded our heads in agreement. Norm made a remark
how
it seemed all our parents knew their sons were homosexuals. I quickly
pointed out that my parents didn't know and would certainly flip out If
they found out. Paul agreed, saying his parents wouldn't let him live
in their house if they knew. He also told us he wanted no one
outside our group of friends to find out he was queer.
"They can still put you in jail for
queerin' off, you know. Or worse, they can have you committed!" he
warned.
I listened and became worried. The thought of being
in jail scared me, but the idea of being in an insane asylum absolutely
terrified
me.
"Can they really send you there?" I
asked, my eyes wide with fear.
"Yeah. I know it for a fact." Paul said
with a sudden sadness. "My cousin was sent to one for three months,
then...."
His voice trailed off and I noticed his eyes
becoming damp. Paul looked away from us and then he continued. "When he
got out he
killed himself." He sighed heavily and then added "His death crushed me
so badly that I even tried killing myself."
We sat in stunned silence, not knowing what to say.
Matt spoke first.
"It's gonna be OK, Paul. I know you
tried it. So have I." Before Matt continued, he looked at me for
permission and I nodded.
"Andy, show Paul."
Hearing Matt say this, Paul turned back to face us,
tears
tracing his cheeks. He now turned directly
to me and with a quizzical look, asked "Show me what?"
I leaned forward, held out my arm and turned it
until he could see the three thin scars running diagonally across the
soft flesh of my wrist. His eyes opened wide as he starred, but not as
wide as Normans opened. The two of them cried out at the same time.
"Andy!" they shouted. Paul continued to
stare, but
Norm suddenly grabbed me into a hug.
"Oh, Andy! Why?" he sniffled.
"You really wanna know?" I asked. He
looked into my eyes and nodded. I looked at Paul and could tell he
wanted to know. I looked at Matt. He already knew, 'cause he was the
one who found me.
"You don't have to tell 'em if you
don't want to." he remarked, staring directly at me. "Really. It's OK
if you don't."
"No, I want to tell 'em. I don't think
like that anymore and I want them to know they don't have to think that
way either...." I answered. Pausing a moment and then taking a deep
breath, I began.....
Continued.....
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