Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2007 06:49:40 -0800 (PST) From: don mumford Subject: DOGGY & DONNY 2...(TROUBLE IN PARADISE) fiction by Donny My cousin and I are known around here as the twin-cousins: Doggy & Donny. That's because we were born 16 minutes apart in the same hospital ... and Donny's dad is my dad's identical twin. So maybe you can see why, in our little farming town, we'd be labeled the twin-cousins. My mom says that twin-cousins is kind of like an oxymoran. And I always say " Who ya callin a moron this time , Mom?" I like to see my mom's wonderful smile. Last February 13th Donny and me turned 15 years old. We live on a farm with our families, in duplicate houses that are situated 20 feet apart.... it's the same farm our great grandfather owned and operated. Our grandparents, and now our dads, own and farm that same land too. Donny and me are going to break this farming tradition. We don't care for farming all that much. You have to get up too early for one thing and fertilizer smells bad for another thing. There are some other issues too. We haven't shared this 'breaking the tradition' secret with anyone yet; well, we did tell our best bud Alan but he's been sworn to secrecy. There's another secret we haven't told anyone about, including Alan.... it's that Donny and me are gay. We're gay for each other too. You know, as in gay lovers. We've always been very close anyway, having grown up together and all that. So it's not surprising we love each other, like most people love their family; but in addition, we're also 'in love'.... which as you may know, is a very different thing. Donny says that in addition to the affect I have on him, he's also been noticing other cute boys lately. He says that looking at some of these boys is making his dick have that 'buzzing' feeling. I'm glad he always adds, " none of these other boys make my dick 'buzz' as much as you do , Doggy." As for me, only Donny makes my dick 'buzz'. It's been known to 'buzz' hard enough, on occasion, that I shoot off in my pants thinking about him. I really only have a 'buzzing' thing for Donny; no other boy interest me. Even though our dads are identical twins Donny and I don't look a lot alike. That's because our mothers look very different. I have to say our dads are good looking men; everyone thinks so. Our mothers are pretty too so Donny and me; well, we're not ugly ducklings or anything like that. I might as well be very clear about this right from the start; Donny is the cutest, best looking boy I've ever seen. He's about 5'4" and around 100 lbs, same as me, but he has strawberry-blond hair and some freckles across the bridge of his nose. I have light brown hair and no freckles. We both get the same kind of haircut; short all around the sides and back and left long enough to comb down on top with the hair 1 1/2" long in front combed straight up. We think we look cool. Donny has a cute nose and chin that just go together perfectly. I find myself staring at his mouth with his puffy lips and sparkling white teeth....I always wondered what his mouth would taste like. He has a way of lifting his eyebrows and opening his eyes wide when I talk to him. Its as if I'm the most interesting person he's ever met. When Donny gives you his attention it's 100% yours. You can tell I'm quite taken with him. And when Donny smiles it's a beautiful thing and I always smile with him. It's involuntary, he smiles... I smile. We had a joint birthday party awhile back but only our families and our mutual best friend Alan Jordan and his family were at the party. We live a long way from town so we couldn't invite class mates because the boys we would want to invite are 'townies'. It's a two and a half hour round trip ride from town to our farm and that's too far to travel just for some ice cream and cake. Alan and his parents live right here on the farm. There house is about a quarter mile from ours. His dad works for our dad. Since first grade us boys have been sort of the three musketeers; Alan, Doggy and Donny . We're not as much the three musketeers as we use to be because Donny and I 'came out' to each other about being gay and Alan hasn't show any sign that he leans that way at all. Of course, Donny and me couldn't pick up any signals about our feelings for each other either . I'm not bragging but it was me who got the 'gay' ball rolling when we were on winter break from school earlier this year. We went camping out in the cold and the snow and I forced the issue about the gay 'thing' by hugging and kissing Donny. Anyway that's what I thought at the time. As it turned out, on the first of our three nights camping out Donny had purposely spilled our pee bottle in his own sleeping bag. He did that so the two of us would be forced to share my sleeping bag. He planned the 'accident' ahead of time. I had no idea he'd done it intentionally but, when Donny was next to me, almost naked....well, I lost my mind and hugged and kissed him. I hadn't planned ahead to do it, it just was an irresistible impulse I guess. Hugging and kissing him is what I'd longed to do for almost two years before I finally did it. I certainly wasn't disappointed with the hug or the kiss one bit I can assure you of that. Then when Donny kissed me back I saw stars and fireworks and my heart tried to pound it's way out of my chest. It came close to doing it too. My dick got so hard I was afraid to roll over on it because I thought it might break off ......... and I'd have to look for it the next morning at the bottom of my sleeping bag. I thought nothing ever could be as perfect as Donny and me hugging and kissing. Since it's happened though, I've found out that, yes indeed, there are a few things that are even more perfect than hugging and kissing. I mean as far as creating the fireworks in my head and the heart pounding in my chest and that feeling around my dick and balls that makes me lick my lips and groan and moan.......those sorts of things. Nothing against the hugging and kissing, nothing against those things at all. However, some other things Donny and me have done together can almost blow the top of my head off. Other times I'm worried that the head of my dick is going to end up 10 feet away......that's because Donny can make me shoot my cum out so fast and hard I'm thinking the head of my dick is going to fly off with it. He can get me wicked excited alright. That first night in my sleeping bag we did a lot of hugging, kissing and licking until we were so hot we jerked each other off....we did it two times as a matter of fact. That's one of the things that is even more perfect than hugging and kissing; jerking each other off. Oh my God, I had never dreamed of cuming so hard. Up till then it was the best feeling I've ever had. I've had some better ones since then but that doesn't take anything away from that one.. After we fell asleep in each others arms that first night, sharing my sleeping bag, nothing has been the same for us. Being as close as two best friends can possibly be is a fabulous situation to start with. We really feel we are identical twins just like our fathers are, except we just don't look identical. We're identical in every other way. The only thing I worried about was that I was gay and Donny wasn't. Clearing up that misconception has done wonders for my peace of mind. I had a smile I couldn't control when I woke up that first morning with Donny and me in my sleeping bag together. Donny's hair was tickling my nose. He was still sleeping and I got to stare at him and feel my boner growing. Real good feeling. I counted his freckels ... 34 total, if I include the little spects ....... I didn't go through any kind of period when I thought... "I can't believe this is happening" or anything dramatic like that.. I knew it was real . I knew Donny wasn't going to wake up and try to take back our hugs, kisses, jerk-offs and all that. It simply wasn't going to happen so I had a real peaceful, dreamy state of mind going for me. It was a warm and safe and comfortable feeling for me to relax in...... I was feeling a lot of love for Donny too. And for the first time in my life I could feel true 'gay' love for him. I thought to myself that I might never experience a feeling this absolutely perfect ever again. This might be the best moment I'll ever have in my life. Donny woke up and asked, "Everything OK, Doggy? You look a bit spaced-out." I told him about my perfect frame of mind....my perfect feeling. He said "It is perfect right this second, Doggy, and let's keep it perfect for the next two days. After that we have stuff we have to think about and decide how we should handle; there are a number of things really. " I wanted to ask him what the hell he was talking about but that would ruin the perfect feeling. That is, the perfect feeling I 'use' to have. Damn, why does Donny always think about the practical stuff. No matter how hard I wanted NOT to ask him, I had to ask, "What things do we have to decide?" He said that we have to decide who we were going to tell about our being gay. Our parents deserved honesty from their sons. And should we tell Alan and let him make the decision to either continue being our friend or.... whatever. And how were we going to proceed having sex together when we're at home. Will we tell people at school?............. "Things like that, Doggy." He was saying all these things in a low, sincere and kind voice while he looked into my eyes with a serious, compassionate look on his face. My jaw dropped open and I thought "so much for that 'perfect feeling'. I can hardly remember what it felt like". To Donny I said, "Have you lost your god damned mind? I can solve all your concerns at once. Listen carefully Donny...we aren't telling anybody anything. Zip, nada and zero is all anyone is going to hear about this. It's you and me period and end of story. We will sneak around and find our special secret place and that's where we will explore each others body and shoot off loads and loads of cum. Just you and me, Donny, nobody else knows anything." He stared at me for a full minute with a frown on his face; he was looking at me like I was the one that had gone crazy. After a minute or so to contemplate what I'd said, Donny held up his index finger, like he had to get my attention, and said "Well yeah, your plan has some merit." Then he smiled and said, "I vote for Doggy's plan." And I said " All the votes are in and that makes it unanimous!" Then I said, "You recovered very quickly from that 'brain fart' of yours." He said "I'm starved, but let's jerk each other off first." That's what we did. We had breakfast later. Donny and I did a lot of talking that first full day being gay together. The topic didn't stray very far from what you'd expect. We didn't talk at all about our favorite major league baseball team or our NFL team .......we didn't get into our high school interests or study habits...we didn't talk about our aspirations or dreams about our future..politics didn't come up and neither did anything else except the one topic of the day: Doggy and Donny are gay...and they're gay for each other. It was the best day of our lives. We didn't kiss every 10 minutes or grab each others crotches in a frenzy and fall down on the ground and jerk each other off. None of that out-of-control behavior. We handled it like reasonably 14 year old boys. By reasonably I mean we talked about being gay ...... how old we were when we knew we were gay, and what each other was thinking about the other one being gay. We talked about how thrilled we were that both of us wanted each other and we went over last night in my sleeping bag minute by minute. Then when we were hungry we'd cook some hot dogs or heat up some soup over our fire and eat some snacks and drink some kool aid. About every four hours, maybe less..one of us would say "Want to take a rest in the tent?" And the other would say "Might as well get in the sleeping bag to keep warm." Now we were undressing all the way down to our socks . We would climb into my sleeping bag and get in each others arms with our legs intertwined and wait until our bodies warmed everything up. It was fun looking at Donny naked. Even though the two of us didn't look that much alike facially, our cock and balls were identical. We both had the same little bush too. I thought Donny's cock was perfect but I guess it makes me sound like I'm bragging again because I already said our penises were identical. Ok, we both had perfect looking cocks. We guessed they were almost five inches, probably a little less. Not too fat but we both had the same nice cock head. Our balls were fairly small and we marveled at how much cum we worked up out of them. Our ball sacks were hairless and felt like silk. To me our packages looked very inviting and, well...yummy. When we were waiting to warm up in the sleeping bag together we got in the habit of cupping each others nuts and balls in our hand and teasing each other by squeezing each others nuts at unexpected times. Donny was a little bit more into squeezing my nuts, perhaps, than I was into squeezing his. Maybe because I think I liked having my nuts crunched a bit more than he did. So we're not identical in EVERY way. In school, even to this day, I can get a very hard boner thinking of the two of us cupping each others package in our hands, and the squeezing part too... Before we had sex we didn't do hardly any talking in the sleeping bag. We just held onto each others cock and balls and hugged.. I was always short of breath...the feel of Donny's sleek, taut, smooth and muscular body took my breath away and made me take many quick, short breaths. His smell was absolutely irresistible to me and I always had my nose pressed to a part of him, usually his neck or face or hair. I'd breath his boy smell in and swoon a little, than breath out and right back to breathing in Donny again. It took me a while to figure out why I was so dizzy in the sleeping bag all the time. By the end of the second day I had my breathing under control and felt much better. I was still breathing in Donny though. My heart was another matter. In the sleeping bag with Donny my heart kept up a steady rapid beat. It seemed to beat harder, more loudly than should be necessary. Maybe I concentrated on my pounding heart and that was part of the reason it pounded so hard. I really don't know but it was a concern. And I always had a stiff, stretching boner that ached. I was dangerously over stimulated but with all that in mind, I still thought I was in paradise. When Donny kissed or licked my face or under my chin I moved up to an even better place, whatever is next up from paradise...that's where I went. Doggy being Doggy, I frequently had big fat tears running down my face but Donny was use to that. He licked them too. There aren't words to described how happy I was in my sleeping bag with Donny. As great as my fantasies of being with him had been, they couldn't compare with the level of ecstasy I felt when we actually were together for real. Donny was every bit as happy as I was. He turns out to be kind of a romantic. He told me how hot and cute I am about fifty times. He said things like.... he never dared even to dream that I'd be gay AND be in love with him. Donny made me feel like I was a prize he had been lucky enough to win. That he wasn't worthy of my affection. He said he wanted to prove his love for me in every way possible. To prove it he confessed to a couple of things he'd done behind my back. One of them was blaming me for the fire that started in our field last year when actually it was him and Alan lighting cigarettes that started the blaze. Another was he had stolen the missing $25 that caused such an uproar two summers ago and got both of us grounded for a week because he wouldn't confess he had taken it. I was surprised to hear these two confessions and asked Donny "What are the other things you did that I got blamed for?" He thought for a minute and said "Doggy, I swear to God that there isn't anything else". "So", I said "In our almost 15 years together on this earth you've only done those two things against me?" "Yes, and I'm really sorry for doing them!." I told him that was remarkable, almost unbelievable really. I said I must have done 50 things over the years to slant the blame for something from me to him. He wanted to know what these 'things' were but sanity preveiled and we agreed to drop this subject. We have been perfect best friends all our life or as close as human being can get to 'perfect'. So forget that past stuff forever. We nodded our heads at each other with a smile on our faces. Clean slate for the gay boys...... And with nothing more to say about that subject Donny leaned over and put his lips on mine and licked up under my top lip and across my teeth......he did this three or four times very slowly and then into my mouth to french kiss. We're both lucky to have naturally white teeth. Yummy to run our tongues over. Our tongues were in perpetual motion. He rubbed up the back of my head and I followed his lead so we were doing the same things to each other, one after the other. This was our way of experimenting to find out what we liked the best. After we shot our loads and came down off our high we'd discuss everything we'd done to each other to find out what was best. So far I haven't found anything that I don't like the best...everything is 'tied' for first place, everything is the best. Our first full day together we had four climaxes each. Just about one every four hours from 7am until we fell asleep exhausted around 11pm. One time Donny made me cum from just kissing and licking my face and neck while rubbing with his hand around my pubes. We still did mutual jerking off of each others cock every time we were in the sleeping bag...didn't matter if I had cum already or not. The last full day we were in the sleeping bag we got each other off four times too, but we varied our fondling some. We were rubbing all around each others stomach and pube area, all around our asses and and thighs, rubbing our backs, our heads and our arms. Everything felt wonderful and made us shiver with pleasure. We always shot off our loads with moans and cries of pure joy. On that last full day, near the beginning of the early afternoon, Donny asked me if I'd think badly of him if he tried sucking on my cock. I said "No, no, it's OK, Donny. If it's something you really must do; well, OK you can suck it. Enjoy yourself...we're best buds and what are best buds for? Maybe I'll try sucking on yours too in 4 or 5 years." We did a lot of ball breaking like that and laughing too. But our main concern was gay boy sex. He made me cum by licking and sucking my boner as he jerked me off and it was my most explosive climax so far. It scared me because it felt so electric; like something may have gone wrong in my balls or something. The after effect was staggering and my entire body was quivering. I took a full 5 minutes to feel some what normal again. Donny was holding me the whole time. When I stopped the shivers he said "Your turn Doggy. Maybe you should do me just the way I did you because it looks like I stumbled on to something here. Something that really works awesome." I did him like he'd done me and the result was the same. He shot off so hard it went in my mouth and up my nose and he was bouncing around in the sleeping bag like a Mexican jumping bean. "Oh shit, Donny...this rocks!" It wasn't perfect because our head had to be down in the sleeping bag while we sucked each others cock. Of course we managed to put up with that inconvenience. As a matter of fact we couldn't wait for the late afternoon sleeping bag adventure. We duplicated the early afternoon blow jobs and were delighted to duplicate the earlier results too. It was blow jobs for the remaining adventure on that second day and the same again for our two adventures on our last day. All absolutely fabulous but, in retrospect, why we didn't bumble into 69ing is surprising. Though we did discovered it pretty quickly a little later on at home. We had other activities during the day light hours. Things we like to do like exploring, skiing down slopes and hunting. We didn't hunt with guns or bow and arrow. We just had our digital camera and we tried to capture the wild life in picture form. Most of the wild life was in hiding but we saw lots of squirrels and we saw some beavers in the creek; that was a surprise find and we took quite a few pictures of the beavers chewing on trees and swimming in that almost frozen water. We got different birds of course but our two best captures (on digital camera) were a little red fox not twenty yards away from us and a small herd of seven deers with two youngish ones. They are all so beautiful to see in real life and up close. We also spent a great deal of time laughing our asses off. We were in spectacular moods and everything made us laugh. Hunched over side by side, with our pants down trying to take a crap in the cold got us laughing so hard I tried to move my foot and slipped over on my ass in the snow missing Donny's turd by two inches. I rolled away from it with the freezing snow getting in my pants. Donny was hopping away laughing so hard his breath caught and he couldn't breath in or out for about 30 seconds. Another time we're trying to cross that creek I mentioned and I slipped and my boot goes in the water which was just deep enough to flow over the top of boot and down on my foot. I'm like "Fook, fook, fook!" Donny looking back at me and as he's walking says "Doggy, you are such a clod!" and he walked right into a thin tree branch and sat down in the creek yelling "Fook, fooking tree branch...what the fook is a tree doing in the middle of a creek?" I was apoplectic with laughing. We hurried back to get out of the wet clothes and into my sleeping bag. We had other adventures but not nearly as many as we would have had if we weren't mainly concerned about getting back in the sleeping bag. And of course just keeping the fire going and preparing food a number of times each day took a lot of time. Everything worked around our times in the sleeping bag. What a great, fabulous time we had. But eventually it was time to go. We had to pack up and make the 4 to 5 hour trip back. Packing up to leave is never any fun but we pretty much were all out of cum and feeling fine otherwise. We were not horny or randy at all because of all the jacking off and blow-job climaxes we'd had. As we packed, I'd look up and Donny would be staring at me and smiling and I'd give a great big smile back. We were very happy 14 year old boys, 14 for two more weeks....each of us as gay as a Maypole. The trip back was uneventful and Donny and me were quiet because of our efforts at cross country skiing. We had less to carry back because we ate all the food and used up the fire starters and other things that weighed us down on the trip out. We got a warm greeting when we arrived home and congratulations for being 1/2 hour earlier than our ETA. As I was enjoying my first shower in over three days my mind stayed pretty much on Donny. Wishing we could be showering and cleaning each other in the same shower. Same sleeping bag so why not the same shower. I started laughing thinking of Donny having to scrub the dried cum off his body just like I was doing for my body. Cum on top of cum. My laugh turned into a groan as my boner popped up at the thought of all that cum. Some trip, I thought to myself. Both families had dinner at my house that night as a welcome home celebration for the 'adventurers'. There were a few awkward moments when Donny and me said different answers at the same time to questions our sisters or parents asked about our camping trip. We have one younger (both 10 years old) sister each. We couldn't care less if our answers to the sisters' questions seemed strange but our parents began exchanging looks with each other as the dinner progressed and our answers sounded suspiciously made-up. This didn't bode well for us. Donny and me hadn't thought to make-up some story about what we did to fill three days activity in the freezing cold and snow. We had enough stories to fill one whole day but the rest of the time we were together in my sleeping bag. Finally I sort of saved the day by telling a big lie and making it seem as though we didn't want to have to tell them this truth (lie) but they had caught us so here goes....I wanted to account for the missing time so I told them that I got wicked sick to my stomach from smoking the cigarillo cigars and drinking the beer that first night around the fire (we admitted to three cans of beer and didn't mention the vodka at all). Donny had to nurse me through all the first full day and some of the second. I had diarrhea and I threw up and it was terrible. We didn't want to admit we couldn't be trusted and so we were determined to handle my sickness ourselves and not bother our parents. Although there was some discussion about how in the name of God I'd possibly gotten diarrhea from a cigar, at least now the parents had something solid to act upon. And they did act upon it even though it was as far from the truth as we are from the sun. I also noticed the hidden smile between our dads as they seemed to acknowledge that all boys have to go through this kind of 'rite of passage' stuff and all that good ole boy stuff. They were probably remembering something they'd done similarly at age 14 or so. None the less, they got their act together and took turns lecturing us on responsibility and honesty and blab blab blab.. Donny and me "yes sir-ed" them to death and drowned them with "we're so sorry" that our mothers finally jumped in to cut it off. "The boys have learned their lesson. Lets enjoy the rest of the night, have some dessert and coffee and put their trip away for now". Our fathers said we'd hear more about this later but we never did. So now we're not only gay but we're gay liars . We dealt with the guilt of that fact so casually I feel a little embarrassed to admit it but there it is. After all, we had our priorities and number one was finding our secret garden. We checked out a number of possibilities and settled on the upper section of the old barn. It was used mostly for storage now and we had to use an old wooden ladder to get to the loft. We pulled the ladder up with us so anyone else trying to get up there would have to give us plenty of warning. We were plan-ahead liars this time and asked permission to have a private spot that occasionally we could go to just to be alone. We told them about the 'spot' in the old barn. My dad said "Here's an idea, when you need privacy how about going to your room." Donny and I stared at him until he said to Donny's dad, I forgot how weird teenage boys can get. They had a laugh and Donny's dad said "Whats the harm?" and that was it. We had our private spot and people knew where it was and that if they saw us heading there it was boys being boys. They may have even secretly thought we were going there to jerk off. Ha ha! Who knows what goes through parent's minds. In any case we had our spot and did we ever use it. Our mothers washed both sleeping bags and they became our mattress. We brought up a big old comforter to crawl under and stay warm. We crawled under it as naked as the day we were born. We had snacks, a small radio and bottled water. We had a plastic bottle for peeing in but no one was spilling this one. Lastly, handi wipes for cleaning up messes. HA HA... We christened our spot the next day with hugging, kissing and licking followed by blow jobs and everything worked just as well as it had worked while camping. I was surprised how horny we'd become. Ever since we'd been exposed to the hot gay boy sex it was like...24 hours without Donny getting me off??? You have got to be kidding me, I can't wait that long. It didn't take long for us to work ourselves into 69. We did it laying on our sides and we did it with one or the other of us on his knees and elbows straddling the other guy. We fell in love with 69ing. It got so bad we were skipping the kissing, licking and hugging part for a while there. We calmed down and our routine again included the make-out first.....making-out and then the sex part to get us off. We got up early to get our chores done and this impressed the parents of course. We worked fast and hard after school and weekends so we could spend a little 'quality time in private'. "Yeah, right guys" our dads would say in a condescending way "quality private time, right!". We didn't care how sarcastic they sounded, we just wanted to get done so we could get 'it' on.. Donny and I were living a dream and it was all utopia or paradise, which ever one is better, for five or six weeks. Then problems developed. First of all I was neglecting Bentley, my dog. Because we didn't want him rooting around while we were rooting around on each other we didn't bring him up in the loft with us. He stayed right below us and he'd make that crying sound dogs can make. The sounds that are guaranteed to give you a guilty conscience. Second of all Alan could never find us. We used to always hang out together... but now the three musketeers were rarely seen around the farm. Donny and I did chores just like Alan had his chores but we all had different ones. Our time together as the three musketeers use to be after our chores, but now Donny and me were 69ing each other after our chores. Alan was left to wonder why he was being given the cold shoulder. Donny and me loved Alan and it hurt us to exclude him but what could we do? We were infatuated with the sex and with each other. The pull of the gay sex was so strong it wasn't even a contest.....nothing else compared or could compete. Another problem was potentially much bigger. I was getting more and more convinced that Donny and a boy at school, Lee Ryder, were in the early stages of 'gay' fooling around. Lee was a cute kid and very funny; a ton of fun. And now it was looking more and more likely that Donny had found a third gay boy in our farm town ......... I was not happy about that. I tried to tell myself it wasn't true but they were together at school a lot and picked each other as partners on the important third semester science project. This meant Donny was spending some time with Lee at Lee's house. My partner was Alan which was fabulous but I couldn't put my best effort into the project because all I could think about was what Lee and Donny were doing. I'd realized early on that I was wildly jealous of the time Donny was spending away from me and especially when he was with Lee. Donny would come back all up-beat; telling jokes or other funny things that Lee had done or said. I grew to hate Lee with a passion and I began to sulk around Donny and act like an jerk. This of course didn't endear me to Donny and so he began making excuses for not going to our 'spot' even when he had the free time. This convinced me he and Lee were doing "it" because Donny liked the sex too much to just drop it. So he was getting it from that fruit, Lee! I was positive of it and I was more angry at Donny than I'd ever been in my life. As for Lee Ryder I hoped he'd just drop dead...painfully if possible. My life went from utopia to 'it sucks' almost over night. It dropped into hell fast. I was miserable and trying to make everyone else miserable too. A lot of odd behavior is excused for younger teenagers because of their raging hormones and their recently acquired sex drives and so forth...strange behavior became almost expected. Because of this I wasn't creating warning signals with my parents. Plus they led very busy lives so there really wasn't a lot of "what's wrong with Doggy?" Donny tried to talk to me but my mind was obsessed with jealousy and I mostly acted like I didn't want to do anything with Donny. In my mind I didn't want to give Donny the satisfaction of saying he was doing something with Lee; so I thought I was beating him to the punch by saying I had something else to do. Life was horrible but at least I was still sitting next to Donny on the school bus for 2 1/2 hours each day; an hour and 15 minutes each way. Each night I'd plan how I was going to explain my behavior to Donny and somehow make up. I was willing to over look Donny having sex with Lee if he'd come back to me. I was never able to get started on the making-up though because in my heart of hearts I thought Donny should be the one to make-up. But, I wanted Donny's naked body next to my naked body so bad it was a real physical pain. And I spent a lot of my energy crying in bed at night. Sobbing so loudly I was afraid my sister in the next room would hear me. I jerked off with a fury thinking of Donny and hating myself for not being able to get us together again. It had been five days since Donny and I had been in the barn and I was desperate with lust for him. While we were walking up the road to our houses after getting off the school bus I managed to swallow my pride and mumble to Donny "Think we could go to the barn today?" He brightened right up and said he'd really like that. I turned away because of the big fat tears that rolled down my cheeks but I mumbled I'd see him there after chores. We met and we were very shy with each other but we did finally get undressed and under the comforter. The kissing was strangely tentative at first but as I felt his hot, smooth skin and as I rubbed his hair and smelled his smell my dick got as hard as ever and I felt that love for him again, and it all came flooding back just like it had been before. I whispered in his ear how fucking sorry I was for the way I'd been acting but that I can't help myself..... I'm wild with jealousy about Lee. That I loved Donny more than I can say and I just want us to be like we were when we went camping. Donny couldn't have been nicer and told me he wasn't doing anything with Lee Ryder. Lee wasn't even gay as far as Donny knew. He was gentle with me and rubbed all around my pubes and lightly massaged my balls and jerked on my boner a few times. He kissed my lips and licked under my chin on my neck and I started to moan softly. Donny put a tiny bit of pressure on the top of my head with his hand indicating he wanted me to go down to suck his cock and I slowly slipped my head and drooling mouth under the comforter as we lay on our sides. We weren't in the 69 position though so I just licked under his balls until it was slippery with saliva while Donny ran his fingers in my hair and over my shoulders. Then I licked and saturated all around the base of his boner. When his pubes were also soaked with my saliva I used my hand to drag his balls up along side his hard cock while I sucked on the head of it. All the saliva made it easy to slide my hand up and down his cock squeezing his nuts against his boner as I slid my hand up and down that wonderful shaft. Donny shot off a long string of cum that landed in my hair...right where I have trained the front hairs to stay up. His second shot hit my chest and using my fist I squeezed out a few more oozing flows of his young creamy cum. Donny was flipping around making gulping sounds...it was so hot to be the cause of him to having this much pleasure. I had precum running down my shaft and I was so turned on I couldn't wait for Donny to get me off. I jerked my cock a dozen times and shot all over Donny, the sleeping bag and me. "Grab the fooking Handi-wipes Doggy." All was right with the world again....... Except it wasn't. The very next day I was in the hall and saw Lee goose Donny's ass and Donny laughed and took Lee's hand and put it back on his ass again for a second goose. They laughed and sort of bumped against each other. My face was bright red and I saw nothing in my line of vision except that heavy cloud of jealousy. I was insane with it. And I did what I usually do, I went in a bathroom, locked the door on a stall and cried a blubbery cry that was embarrassing me even though I was alone. That night on the bus Lee sat next to Donny until the bus got to Lee's stop. I sat down when Lee got off and asked Donny why he let Lee sit in my seat. Donny said that I wasn't any where in sight when Lee plopped himself down and it was only for two stops and anyway Lee and he were discussing their science project. Walking up from the bus I mentioned I saw Lee grab his ass and Donny said that was just guys goofing around. It didn't mean anything. I wanted so badly to believe this explanation that I did believe it. Alan and I were working on our own project and so I spent the early afternoon with him. Alan is 15 years old too but he's three inches taller and has a bigger body frame then Donny and me. Alan is thin but make no mistake about him being strong. He's a brute with his strength but he has always been a real gentle boy. He had his head down working on our poster and I took the time to look at him. God almighty, something stirred in me as I saw him in a different way than I'd ever seen him before. He has light brown hair like me and his haircut was just like Donny' and mine: three musketeers; one for all and all for one. He has a light olive complexion with wonderful smooth skin. Perfectly shaped eyebrows over large, bright green eyes with long eye lashes. A regular generic boy's nose but full, bowed lips. Nice chin. Nice everything! Jesus Christ, Alan was cute! I never noticed before. He looked up and said "What?" with a little, shy smile and his teeth were so white behind his pale red lips. He has a tiny space between the two front teeth. I had the strongest urge to run my tongue along his front teeth under his full upper lip like Donny and I do to each other. Run my tongue back and forth over those perfect, white, cute teeth to taste his saliva and feel the almost invisible ridges in the teeth on my tongue. "What is it Doggy?" Alan was concerned at my blank staring. I managed to shake my head and snap out of it but what a strange revelation. Alan was hot! Alan was also the nicest boy you'd ever want to meet. He graciously always takes what ever is left over of Donny and my time together. He knows he's third man on the totem pole. He knows his dad is an employee of our dads. He's hired help too. Alan handles everything so sweetly we don't even realize it's being handled. I began to feel like shit at the way Donny and I have ignored Alan for the past 6 or 7 weeks. He always has a smile and a friendly greeting. A one arm hug like us guys do. He's always there when we need him for anything. Damn, and he's cute and hot too. When did he become so cute and hot?? How come I never noticed before? Well, it's of no consequence in any case because Alan is straight like most everyone else is. Just for the hell of it and because I have very little self control I reached over and ruffled Alan's hair and squeezed the back of his neck. He smiled and then frowned up at me as he tried to flatted the top hair down and push the front hairs up. I was busy hiding my hard boner that just popped up. And trying to get some oxygen into my lungs. Later that afternoon Donny said "Lets talk in the barn." He said the more he thought about it the more certain he was that I had to get over this ridiculous jealous pattern. There was nothing going on between Lee and him except normal boy grab ass screwing around. "Get a fucking grip Doggy! You're ruining the fabulous times we use to have together. I miss you and I love you wicked bad. Please Doggy, let's get back to normal." I did my usual "I'm sorry" and we made out for at least 20 minutes before 69ing each other. I wasn't thinking about anything except Donny by the time that was over. WOW was that hot!! Oh, that was so good. I felt great that night for dinner and I got a good night's sleep for the first time in a week. Next day, just after lunch, I walked by an empty class room and saw Lee kiss Donny on the lips. I waited around the corner and when Lee came around I stuck my foot out and tripped him and he fell down three steps and broke his front tooth off at the gum line. I controlled the smile I had inside of me and was ready to bull shit my way to an apology..".sorry, an accident.... you understand... terribly sorry" and all that but I looked up and saw Lee's older brother Scott, with a wicked pissed off look on his face, mouthing something to me and pointing at me. He was in the library, 20 feet away, behind a big plate glass window so I couldn't hear what he was saying. Maybe he saw me trip his brother or maybe he wasn't sure what he saw. To show him I didn't do anything wrong and therefore was not afraid of him, I gave him the finger with both hands.... Then I went to try my fake, accident apology with Lee. Poor boy looked pretty silly with his right front tooth gone. Lot of blood too because he'd cut his lip. He wasn't doing or saying much. Just making groans and holding his mouth. I helped him to the nurses office and explained how we sort of ran into each other and Lee had this unfortunate accident. She took over from there. Lee's brother Scott was the school bully so I got potential big problems there but, I didn't really know how much Scott saw. Lee was buying the accident deal, the nurse bought it so hopefully they'll convince Scott it was an accident and I'll be home free. I was furious my triumph had to be tarnished by the terrible bad luck of having Scott see part or all of it. The bottom line is Scotts not going to kill me and if he beats me up maybe Donny will be pissed at Lee by association.... or maybe he'll just feel sorry for me. Everyone else is going to believe it was an accident. Everyone, that is, except me. My conscience started up right after I left the nurses' station. The guilt came pouring over me and was burning hard in my head and before I knew it, I hated myself. Everything had been so 'perfect', absolutely perfect, just 7 weeks ago and now everything is shit and I feel like I'm the biggest shit of all. I can't stop the red face I got from embarrassment at my behavior for tripping Lee. What a cowardly thing to do. I missed my next class and sat in the bathroom stall again and cried and cursed myself and had self pity that turned into self loathing like I never had before in my life. This is what jealousy can do to a weak minded spoiled brat like me. I had no idea what to do to make this right. And, I didn't have my best friend in the world, Donny, to talk to about it. I suck!!! As I headed for my next class I ran into Donny in the hall and he asked me if I was OK. He could see I had been crying; he said it had been a terrible accident and that it really sucks when bad things happen. He told me he'd heard that Lee was taken for immediate dental surgery. He told me not to be so hard on myself, that accidents are going to happen. Donny didn't seem mad at me at all; he was just upset that a terrible thing had happened to his friend, Lee. He patted me on my shoulder, squeezed the back of my neck and said "I'd better get to class Doggy, I'm really glad you didn't get hurt in the accident." My face got dark red again and my eyes got teary as he walked away to class. The last two classes dragged to an end. I was very down in the dumps and I've never been this disappointed in myself. I'd turned into someone I didn't recognize...all because I was green with jealousy. I'd gone mad, insane ......and did a horrible thing. I have never felt so alone as I headed for our bus. I was standing on the blacktop of the playground waiting for Donny when someone said, close to my ear, "You asshole, you tripped him on purpose, didn't you?". I was about to deny this when my head filled with bright color and a great pain exploded in my belly .... I realized the voice in my ear belonged to Lee's brother Scott and he had just sucker punched me in the stomach. A few ounces of vomit tasting stomach bile flew in and immediately out of my mouth as I groaned in pain. He had hit the softest and most vulnerable spot on my belly and the pain was enormous. I was bent over, with both my arms around my stomach and completely unable to speak. Scott was yelling something at me but I couldn't make it out... then an explosion went off in my head and I sat down on the play ground hard with my hands splayed out behind me to keep me from falling over backward. Scott had come up under my chin with his fist in a full blown upper-cut and had nearly knocked me out. As I sat there, close to losing consciousness I tried to focus my eyes. I couldn't hear anything and the pain under both ears was intense and wiped out the pain in my belly. A wave of pain caught-up with my senses and my entire jaw bone was on fire with the ache. As my head cleared I could see Scott mocking me and a group of kids formed a circle around us but no one dared to interfere with Scott. He slapped my face and the top of my head as he seemed to be insisting I answer a question I hadn't been able to hear. As all my senses, except hearing, began to reset themselves I started to feel the humiliation of being smacked around like this in front of all my classmates and the tears were filling up my eyes. Then out of nowhere I saw Alan push two boys out of his way and run toward Scott. Alan's face was dark red and there was a vein pulsing in his forehead. I couldn't hear what he was yelling but I could read his lips "Don't fucking touch him you asshole !!" and then he was there and he swung a big round-house punch that caught Scott on the side of his jaw with a loud "SMACK". Scott's jaw twisted to the side of his face at an obscene angle and Scott turned around 180 degrees and sat down on the blacktop just as hard as I had done. He was right in front of me, like we were on a bus and he was in the seat in front of me. Spit balls of saliva flew out of Alan's mouth as he screamed at Scott "If you ever touch Doggy again I'll kill you!! Do you hear me you trailer trash piece of shit?!!" He could have saved his breath because Scott slowly rolled over on his side unconscious. Lucky for him because the pain from that broken jaw would probably cause him to faint anyway. From the belly punch till Scott rolled onto his side, less than 90 seconds had elapsed. Some kids had run for the teacher who was playground monitor that day and I saw the teacher running towards our group talking into his cell phone as he ran. Alan looked at the unconscious Scott for a second or two then came over to be and pulling me up with his hands under my arm pits and then helping to support me, we walked slowly to one of the picnic tables we use to eat lunch on when the weather is nice. We both sat down, side by side. I was starting to hear by now but my jaw and ears hurt like hell. Alan was still in a furious frame of mind and I hoped no one would approach him. We could see teachers helping Scott to his feet and heading for the school. Alan was calming down as he hugged me and asked was I feeling any better. It was almost impossible to talk because my jaw was so sore but I managed to get out that I'd be OK and I tried to thank Alan but he wouldn't hear of it. Alan told me he'd never been so angry at anybody in his life as he was at Scott.... Alan had been on the bus but had seen the whole thing. Starting with the belly sucker-punch right through to the upper-cut to my chin and the slaps across my face and head. He said he had been terrified that Scott was going to end up doing serious damage to me. Scott is well know for having an anger that accelerates; it starts off very bad and then gets dangerous. Alan had tears in his eyes he was so intense and out of the blue he hugged me tight and kissed the side of my face and held the kiss for a few seconds. I was flabbergasted but couldn't dwell on it for long because we heard the sirens..... and then the cop car and an ambulance pulled into the blacktop playground traveling much too fast for the situation. Scott and me were put in the same ambulance and taken to the emergency room of our little town hospital to be checked out and xrayed. Everybody else was answering questions for the police or for school officials. Everyone wanted to know "what happened?'. After the xrays Scott was taken to one section of the hospital to have his broken jaw set and wired shut. I was released and sitting in the waiting room when Donny came running up. He looked very frightened when he saw me because now I had a big swollen lump just below each ear and my entire jaw was swollen all around with a big black and blue spot forming under my chin. I had a little dried blood at the bottom of a nostril from one of Scott's smacks across my face. Donny hugged me around my shoulders but he was afraid to touch my face because of the swelling. I tried to tell him I'd be all right but he just rubbed my hair back off my forehead and said " Shhhhhhh, Don't try to talk now, Doggy." He told me the police had taken Alan to the police station and that they'd called his parents. I finally gave my version of what happened to a policeman at the hospital and he seemed bored with the whole affair. I told the police I think that Scott attacked me because he mistakenly thought I'd tripped his brother. Blab blab blab.. He stifled a yawn and wrote something down in a little note book as Donny and me waited for my dad to pick us up. There were a lot of questions to be answered...Donny had some, my mom and dad had some, Donny's mom and dad had some and Alan's dad came over to our house and he had some too. I lied as little as possible. I told everything to the best of my recollection except I didn't admit to tripping Lee. No one thought I had tripped Lee, including Lee, so that wasn't a problem (except it WAS a huge problem for my conscience). Everyone thought I was handling myself very well. That was a veiled way of congratulating me for not crying and carrying on about the beating and the pain I was in. Of course, I thought I deserved what I got and, as a matter of fact, I thought that that I'd gotten off too easy. Alan's dad, Scott's dad and my dad had a three way phone conversation that got a little heated from time to time but in the end they agreed nobody would press charges against anybody else. They agreed to exchange hospital charges so that my dad paid for Lee's dental bill (accident or not, they blamed me for running into Lee and causing the "accident"), Alan's dad got Scott's broken jaw bill and Scott's dad got my emergency room bill. Mr Ryder didn't have to pay much for my bill but my dad and Alan's dad got big bills for the damage done to those two boys. When all was said and done the Ryder brothers got the crap knocked out of them one way or the other. Scott deserved it for all the bullying he'd done to everyone over the years but Lee didn't deserve what I did to him. I had to make it up to him somehow, and in a way he wouldn't know about. That was two weeks ago. Lee has a new tooth that is attached to his jaw bone in some god damn way. It looks just like his other teeth but he did have a bit of pain along the way. Scott had to go back in the hospital to have his jaw reset because it was done incorrectly by a doctor that was on exchange from the UK. The second time they insisted on a regular doctor and it was set properly. All in all Scott was really having a tough time of it and was kind of getting paid back for all he'd done to all us younger kids over the years. As for Donny and me....we were back into some hot 69ing and Donny tried something new. He was putting his finger in my mouth to get it wet and slippery and then sticking it in my bum hole. Oh my god does that get me squirming when he hits that button in there..WOW !! I'm back worrying that the head of my dick is going to fly off when I cum...that's because the cum really explodes out of my dick and do I squeal!!! I'm doing the same thing to Donny now too and it is fun. We're talking about trying to screw each other and the thought gets us as hot as hot can get. Creates great boner action while we talk about it. We're working up the courage. Trying to see who goes first and that sort of thing. There is usually a lot of planning when Donny's involved in something. All that is absolutely fabulous except I can't get it out of my head that the new idea for pushing our fingers up our bums came from that homo, Lee. The fall down the steps hasn't slowed down Lee and Donny at all. They were positively doing SOMETHING. I just didn't know what. Two or three school days each week Donny was getting off the bus with Lee at his stop to allegedly work on the science project. I know they were doing stuff to each other and it was driving me mad but I'd learned my lesson. I wasn't planning to do anything else to Lee and I still owed him something to make up for tripping him. Alan and me worked on our project when Donny and Lee were working on theirs. Alan hadn't followed up with any other signs of affection like that hug and kiss he'd given me after the playground fight. I tried rough housing with him a little but our size and strength levels were too different for that to work. I ruffled his hair again and he acted mad this time so I concluded the kiss was a spur of the moment thing due to the intensity of the situation that day. A one time only deal. I did catch him staring at me from time to time but I just can't figure out if there is anything to it. He still looks hot and cute to me, that didn't change. Once I noticed it, I couldn't ignore it. Alan was hot and cute and I got a little willy boner when we rubbed our shoulders together working side by side on the science project. The next day, walking up from the bus stop with Donny, I blurted out that I KNEW something was going on between him and Lee and that Donny and me had always been honest with each other and he should be honest with me now. Donny was quiet for a full minute and said that we should talk after our chores. We agreed to meet in the barn when we finished doing our stuff but then Donny wanted me to step inside the new barn for a second right now. I was nervous and I almost didn't want to hear what Donny was going to say. He told me we'd talk in detail about this later today but that, yes, he and Lee were doing the things that he and I did. He said he hated lying to me and he'd had a terrible guilty conscience for a couple of weeks but he couldn't seem to stop. He said Lee was wildly in love with him but he (Donny) wasn't in love with Lee at all, that he loved me. He said, "Later this afternoon we'll talk as long as you want to about this Donny. OK?" I nodded my head and he gave me a little kiss on my lips. I was positive that I detected a different smell on him so I said, "We're going to be absolutely honest, right Donny?" and he said "Totally honest, Doggy". So I asked him if he had kissed Lee at school and after a seconds hesitation he admitted that lee and he had made out in the boy's bathroom just before getting on the bus. I felt dizzy for a second but I just nodded my head again. I know how Donny smells and now I know how Lee smells too. He smelled pretty good actually. For some bizarre reason I felt proud of myself that I'd been right about the new smell. After chores we met in our spot and Donny said that he was wild with desire to have us 69 each other before talking. My boner went up immediately. It took about two minutes to get undressed and under the comforter. We had a delicious make-out for 10 minutes or so and then we stuck an index finger in each others mouth and sucked and slobbered on the fingers to get them slippery. Just sucking on Donny's finger got me hot...boy oh boy, did he make me crazy hot, hot, hot. We lay on our sides... head to feet and grabbed each others dicks . Donny's was as hard as mine was and in our mouths they go. I had to close my eyes real tight and concentrate for a second because I almost cam as soon as I tasted Donny's dick and I felt mine being sucked into his mouth. I know precum oozed out of my pee hole because I heard Donny smack his lips sucking it down. I felt Donny's finger massaging around my hole, just like I was doing to him. I squirmed and groaned and sucked on Donny's beautiful cock for less than five minutes when he pushed in his finger and hit my spot .... just like that I humped my hips, squealed out and shot my load wicked hard into his mouth. I jerked around so much his boner pulled out of my mouth and a string of precum swung between my lip and his pee hole. It stayed attached for the 10 seconds it took for me to calm down enough to put Donny's boner back in my warm, soft, sucking mouth. I'd taken Donny cock in my throat a number of times by now and he pressed his hips pushing his cock head against the back of my throat. I relaxed and he pushed the swollen head of his cock hard against my throat muscle and it pushed in. Then he slid his slippery boner down my throat until his sparse bush was all around my mouth and nose. Donny left his boner down my throat while I inhaled his pubes aroma and enjoyed the feeling of being dominated by Donny. He started fucking my throat and in short time shot a large load of cum down my throat and I almost choked on it but I recovered OK. Next load in my mouth and then he pulled out accidentally and shot two quick squirts on my face; one in my eye and one that went up my nose some as I moved my head up and away. Shortly we were laughing like two 10 year olds. It was so much fun and funny too. I grabbed the handi-wipes and cleaned up. Then I just grabbed hold of Donny and kissed him wetly on the mouth. We made out for a while and then just lay there hugging and being quiet. It was a wonderful afternoon of being together but we had business to discuss. Donny started by saying, again, how sorry he was and that the last thing he wanted was to hurt me but he wanted to see what it was like with another boy. He was curious, that's all. But then Lee fell madly in love with him and Donny felt trapped. He thought if he could keep it a secret for long enough Lee might lose interest in him. I wanted to know all the details: when they started, what they did, where they did it, how was it etc etc etc... Donny was holding my hand all through this but had a hard time looking me in the eyes because he felt so guilty. I was just on the verge of telling him I had tripped Lee on purpose but came to my senses at the last second and kept my mouth shut. I rarely got into trouble keeping my mouth shut. Donny summed it up, "Doggy, the long and the short of all this is that I love you and I'm just going to have to tell Lee that he and I are history." I asked him if he had the choice would he rather keep doing his occasional naughty boy two-timing act with Lee? Donny said he probably wouldn't put it quite like that but, while first and foremost he wanted me happy.... if we all three could maybe try stuff together, or something like that, yeah... he'd like to keep Lee in his sex life. He had to admit that Lee had a great body and really did sex great..."of course not as good as you Doggy, but almost as good." hmmmmmm... I thought about it but couldn't make myself agree to do something with the three of us because I couldn't bare to witness Donny actually doing 'our' stuff with Lee. I just didn't want to see it and I had no big desire for Lee anyway. BUT, a plan formed in my head. Donny likes his little side dish but had said he'd give it up to keep me happy even though Lee would be crushed. It was pay back time...I owed Lee for my cowardly tripping act. As much as it hurt me, I told Donny to keep his boyfriend on the side as long as he remembered who #1 was. I said it was OK with me as long as we were honest about everything (except me confessing to tripping Lee on purpose....I'm not going to be honest about that.) Donny was shocked I could make so magnanimous a proposition but he quickly accepted. He really enjoyed sex with that little tramp, Lee, it was obvious. So much the better, now my punishment was adequate. It was adequate enough that I could even bitch to myself that I was paying too heavy of a price for my jealous act. And of course the irony is, if I hadn't tripped Lee I could have just said to Donny.."Drop that slut like a hot char coal brisquit !! It's you and me exclusively now and forever." Not to be, though, because I had to pay the price for my cowardly tripping of Lee. I said a couple of "Fucks" but I was growing up and only cried in furious anger at how cruel life is to poor Doggy for an hour in bed that night. I had to take my punishment and wait for Lee to tire of Donny. Maybe I'll will trip him again if he don't get tired quick enough...I enjoyed the thought but knew I would never do anything like that again. The price I have to pay is simply too high! That night I had trouble sleeping with so much to think about. I felt I was finally punished enough for tripping Lee. I'd have to share Donny for the foreseeable future but it might not be for long. Kids our age change their minds or lose interest in one thing or another only to move on to something else. Only trouble with that, as I analyzed it, was who in their right mind is going to get tired of Donny. Then I thought about Lee and had to admit he was a cute kid. He's a little shorter than Donny and me but a nice tight body and I wondered how he tasted. I knew he smelled pretty good....at least as much of his smell as I could detect on Donny's face this afternoon. Donny suggested we all do stuff together some time. Hmmmmmm I thought about it some more but finally decided I just wasn't ready for that yet. I told myself to have an open mind about it. I did get a boner thinking about sticking my dick in Lee's boy pussy. This made me think of Donny and our upcoming try at fucking each other. My boner got harder and out of no where floated a picture in my head of Alan...remembering after the fight......... I felt his arms around me so protectively and that sweet kiss on the side of my face that he held for two or three seconds....this made me start jerking off slowly so it would last a bit...OMG it felt good. I'll be damned if things weren't starting to look up again........it was that vision of Alan that I had in my head when cum shot out of my pee hole so hard I thought it might be piss...it burned and felt like such sweet ecstasy .........wow! what a fooking mess on my sheets..ha ha ha! THE (Temporary) END.........for now fiction by.....Donny Mumford .... thinat20@yahoo.com .... (actually I'm 21 but still thin..... thank god...lol)