The LeFleur-Winfield Men 9

by John Michael

In this chapter:

Page:  16, 10th Grade
Dawson:  17, 11th Grade
Tyler:  17, 11th Grade

Part One:  A Page's Life -- Chapter 9

Spring 2033

"So you thought about the offer I made, um, how many years ago," Tyler asked, looking at his watch, as Dawson approached his porch.

"It was a year-and-a-half, and I didn't really have to think about wanting to do this; I've wanted to since you asked.  The problem is while I thought I was doing everything right, easing him into multiple sex partners, I fucked up somewhere, and I don't know what I did wrong!"

"So, no on the train fucking."

"I don't really think we can call it a train, there's only an engine and a caboose, Ty," Dawson said, smiling.

"I have an idea."

"Ah-ha; what's that?"

"How about you get him warmed up, I come in, do my thing, then you calm him down and do your thing."

"That sounds like rape to me."

"Just tell him it's a fantasy."

"A fantasy?"

"Yeah; just tell him it's a fantasy.  He'll be fine."

"He doesn't like rough sex, so be careful with him."

"Now you're playing the role of the caring boyfriend; that's rich!"

"I'm serious, dude; I can't have him telling anybody about this."

"So, we're on, then."

"Yeah; we're on."

"Just call me and let me know when."


Tyler looked at Dawson's bike on which he had ridden over.   To get back to Rue Imperiales, Dawson would have to bike all the way around the country club.  "You need a ride, dude?"

Dawson stopped after he had sat on the seat and responded, "Sure; that would be awesome."

When Tyler came back with his keys, Dawson put his bike into Tyler's truck bed.  Before the boys got into the cab, Dawson said, with all the sincerity he could muster, "Don't hurt my boyfriend beyond repair."  To which, Tyler responded, "No means yes in my book, Dawson.  But don't worry; I won't fuck him up too badly."  When Tyler and Dawson got to Dawson's house, Tyler decided to stay and take Dawson's cock again, something he was starting to love.


Dawson ran across the commons to meet up with his boyfriend for lunch.

"Hey, honey," Page said, hugging Dawson and planting a kiss on his lips.

"Hey, babe; my parents are leaving for a cruise next week.  They're leaving Monday and coming back Sunday morning.  You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?"

"Dude; we can fuck like rabbits for days!  Dawson, are you trying to impregnate me?"

"Try as I might, I don't think it seems to be working; maybe you're broken," Dawson said chuckling.  Dawson avoided a swing from his boyfriend, grabbed Page into a bear hug, and began kissing his boyfriend, disarming the situation.


Dawson met with Tyler the following day at lunch.

"Dude; it's all set.  I got everything in motion; we're doing it this weekend."

A sinister smile crossed Tyler's face when he said, "Okay, then; let's do this!"


After being treated to a fun afternoon and evening in Balboa, Dawson and Page made their way back to Dawson's house, Page eagerly waiting for the rest of the night's fun.  The sun was just setting into the ocean when the boys pulled into Dawson's drive.  Page and Dawson lost article after article of clothing as they bounded up the stairs to Dawson's room.

When the boys made it to Dawson's room, they were completely naked, their hard dicks sticking straight out in front of them.  Page and Dawson shared a sloppy kiss before Dawson pushed Page onto the bed and instructed him to turn over onto his stomach.  Page felt his boyfriend get on the bed behind him; he spread his legs to give Dawson better access.  Page felt Dawson's hot tongue spear his pucker, he lifted his pelvis off the bed to allow Dawson to go as deep as possible.  After a few minutes of tongue probing, Dawson got up from behind Page and went over to his computer to start the cameras.

"You're always on that computer," Page exclaimed.  "Get off that thing and come finish the job.  You'd better not be recording this!"

Dawson felt the color leave his face, before turning completely around to face his boyfriend and say, "That's not what I'm doing!"

"Honey, I know; just come back to bed, I want some more of you!"

As soon as Page finished his sentence, Dawson saw Tyler coming from behind the closet door.  Tyler climbed onto the bed and pinned Page beneath his body weight.  Page began to panic, not knowing what was going on.  After a husky breathed Tyler said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine if you relax," Page knew exactly who was on top of him.  After learning that his protests to his boyfriend were not working, Page tried to use his wrestling skills to move the very heavy, very muscular teen off his body, but to no avail.

Page felt the sharp pain of entry as he squirmed under Tyler's weight.  After realizing trying to escape was futile, he concentrated his efforts on trying to relax to reduce the pain of Tyler's forceful, awkward jabs.  To Page's horror, his boyfriend was deftly beating off, watching the ordeal, enjoying the view.  Page felt the familiar warmth inside himself just before Tyler got up and left the room.

Tears were free flowing down Page's face when he got off Dawson's bed.  Page grabbed his clothes, went into the hall restroom, and got dressed in there.  When he exited, Dawson was standing outside the bathroom, still naked.

"You don't have to leave.  We sti-"

"Fuck off you stupid, sick motherfucker," Page yelled at his boyfriend, the sound of disgust completely evident in his voice.  "I hope you fuckin' rot in Hell where you fuckin' belong!"

Dawson reached out for his boyfriend but Page avoided his touch, still yelling, veins bulging, "Don't you fuckin' touch me!  Get away from me!"  Page ran down the stairs and out the front door, still visibly upset.  When Page ran across the driveway, Ashley was pulling up from a day spent with his girlfriend, whose name is also Ashley.  Deeply disturbed by the look on his brother's face, Ashley left his car on and ran to Page to aid him.

"Page, wha-"

"Ashley, not now, please.  Just not now.  I know you're trying to help," Page said to his older brother through teary eyes, "but I need to be alone right now.  Please."

Ashley backed off and watched his brother go upstairs.  When he checked on Page, he noticed the boy had cried himself to sleep.  Ashley removed Page's clothes, wiped his face with a wet cloth, and climbed into bed with him, holding his brother close.


After Page had left, Dawson went downstairs to find Tyler eating a sandwich and watching TV in the living room, still naked.  Dawson looked at Tyler, amazed at how relaxed he was after the ordeal with Page.

"Dude," Dawson said, sounding a very nervous.  "I fucked up!"

"He'll come around."

"What if he tells?"

"He won't; he'll be too embarrassed to."

"And how can you be so damned sure!  Have you been in his shoes-"

"Yes.  Now come over here, I know you're dying to get off."


End of Chapter 9


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