June 2, 1996
Friday was the last day of eighth grade, and yesterday was the commencement ceremony. While I was hoping it would be indoors, instead it was held out on the field. It was hot. But other than that, it was a nice morning, and my parents and Eric’s parents sat next to one another. Mrs. Kane nominated Eric to say the pledge of allegiance, which he did expertly at the podium into the microphone. Neither of us were in the running, academically, for anything, though I think she was particularly proud of Eric’s performance at Language Arts Field Day. After the pledge and scattered applause, he came back to sit with me, and I gave his thigh an imperceptible tickle to say “good job.”
Today, though, was the first real day of summer vacation, and I had absolutely nothing of consequence to do. I had considered emptying out my backpack and boxing up all my middle school papers, but instead I decided to attack the growing pile of unread comic books I had in my top desk drawer. I grabbed a pile and sprawled out downstairs in Dad’s easy chair. Dad was mowing the lawn, Mom was ironing and watching TV.
The doorbell rang, and I got up to answer it, finding Eric at the door. “Andy moved,” Eric said without preamble, and perhaps reading the possible disappointment on my face, he clarified: “No, he moved closer — he’s on Edendale, the cul-de-sac just before Cory’s house,” Eric said excitedly. “He called to invite us both to come over and see his new house.” Eric waited a beat. “Wear your PE clothes,” Eric said, with a half smile and under his voice. I invited Eric in, and explained to my mom that Andy had moved closer, and can I bike over and visit with Eric?”
“Be home before the streetlights come on,” my mom said. “Make good decisions,” she added.
I changed quickly and Eric and I biked over. “Where has Andy even been?” I asked. “It feels like forever since I’ve seen him.”
“Soccer,” Eric explained, the wind blowing in my ears. “He’s really good, but it takes up all of his time. He has two weeks before the summer soccer camp starts, and they had to squeeze in this move.” Eric had the house number written on his hand. “30406,” he said, “on the right.”
We counted the numbers up from the corner, eventually arriving at a house halfway to the end. It seemed smaller than Andy’s old house, but it was two stories instead of one, newer, and just like all the other houses in our development. Eric and I parked our bikes and walked up the shaded entry, and rang the doorbell. Andy’s doorbell finally sounded like all our doorbells. He answered the door in his soccer jersey and shorts. “Gentlemen!” Andy beamed. He was clearly home alone, and was all smiles as we exchanged hugs.
“Damn, Andy, you’re jacked,” Eric said. “How did that happen?” It was true. His calves were practically straining out of his socks, his thighs bigger than I remember. His hug was powerful, and I think meant to communicate that he was bigger and stronger than the two of us.
“Practice every day will do that to you,” Andy said proudly. “You guys ready for an ass-kicking?”
Andy grinned at me as some kind of fear must have crossed my face. “Don’t worry Bobby, it’ll be two on one,” Eric teased back.
Andy walked us upstairs to his room. “So where do you practice?” I asked.
“At the sports park — Coach Burke at Rancho High School is putting together this all-star team from the middle schools. I get to start as a freshman on the JV team,” he said.
“What position do you play?” I asked.
“Forward,” Andy said. “I’m their leading scorer.” He gestured to his room. “It’s not much right now, everything’s still kind of in boxes, we just moved yesterday.”
“Oh, that’s why we couldn’t find you at commencement,” Eric said.
“Yeah, sorry I missed it,” he said. Andy indicated his mattress on the floor. “New mattress though — it’s something called memory foam. Coach said it’s the best.”
I did a little hop, spun slightly, and landed on my back on the mattress. It was firmer than I expected, but my body sort of sunk into it once I landed. “Oh crap,” I exclaimed. “It, like, swallows you,” I said, sinking further.
Andy laughed and pulled his shirt off. Eric and I locked our eyes on him. I don’t know what about soccer gave Andy muscular pecs and abs, but damn did it look good on him.
“Damn,” Eric whispered, echoing my thoughts.
“You ever wrestle with your teammates?” Eric asked, starting to take off his shirt. Maybe he thought there was a larger pool of muscular dudes we could be introduced to.
“Nah, my teammates —” Andy shook his head. “They’re just all that’s gay and you’re gay. If you’re goofing off, you’re gay. If you miss a goal, you’re a faggot. You get tangled up with a guy scrambling for the ball just a little too long and the other guy is saying ‘fuck off, faggot.’ It’s, like, strictly eyes on the floor in the shower. I mean, I can admit that I sort of want to ask one guy if he wants to wrestle, but I’m afraid he’d call me a faggot,” Andy said. Eric and I nodded. Eric’s brow was furrowed. “But now that the school year is over, I’m kinda pent up,” Andy admitted.
I had climbed out of the bed (with some difficulty), and I removed my shirt and shorts. Andy started pulling down his shorts, revealing — well — the absence of his huge fiery bush.
“You shaved?” Eric said, barely concealing his delight as he and I both pulled our shorts off, the three of us thick but still hanging down.
“This morning,” Andy said. “If one of those guys saw me with a shaved bush in the shower? Oh man — gayyyyyy” he said, sing-songingly. “It’ll grow back in a few weeks,” he said. After a beat, he added “and just to be clear, the ass-kicking thing was a joke. I can’t go too hard and get injured,” he added, reminding me of Eric’s friend Claire and her broken wrist.
“So this is just … for fun?” Eric said, his furrowed brow turning into an excited look.
Andy sighed. “Guys, I am so horny right now,” he said, almost whining the quiet part out loud. “I’ve been heads down on soccer for like six months — the last time I wrestled with Cory was, like, Christmas break? Cory wasn’t really into it the last time, so we haven’t, like, gotten together since,” Andy said. Eric and I looked at each other and wondered if something changed in Cory since his dad’s New Year’s Eve sermon.
“C’mon Eric, let’s go,” Andy said, and Eric and Andy stepped onto his mattress. Usually on a mattress Eric and I would start out on our knees, but since this was on the floor, and made out of foam, standing on it was even a little more precarious. It was fine at first, but then your feet would start to sink in.
Eric and Andy traded slaps at first, and Eric got a hold of Andy’s upper arm. I don’t think Eric’s grip could go around Andy’s arm anymore, and Andy easily broke free, getting an arm around Eric’s waist and taking him down to the mattress, careful not to hit Eric’s head on the wall. Andy landed crosswise on Eric with a thud, and was up off him in a flash. “Pin — let’s go, Bobby.”
Eric climbed up off the mattress and and we slapped hands like a tag-team pair, and I climbed on. I started fast, hooking an arm behind Andy’s thigh and pulling up, but he was able to hop and stay standing. He pulled back and I landed on top of him and quickly came to straddle Andy, but he bucked me off. Neither of us was quite hard yet, but I saw an opportunity, and grabbed Andy’s uncut cock, quickly stroking it.
“Hey, cut it —” Andy said, but I felt his body shiver. “C’mon, not this soon,” he whimpered.
“I’ve found his weak spot, Eric, go for it,” I said with a laugh, releasing Andy and rolling off the edge of the bed. Eric came in hot — not jumping from a high height, but basically launching himself at Andy, their cocks grinding close against each other. Andy locked his thighs and calves tight around Eric’s waist, trying to roll him over. Eric had spread out his legs, and was rolling his hips against Andy, still miles away from any kind of orgasm.
“Fuck,” Andy cursed, grunting.
“I think that’s a pin,” I said. “Tag in?”
“Please,” Andy said. He really was sensitive. “Can we take a break?” he asked, his voice almost tinged with sadness about how quickly he was ready to give in. Andy released his legs, and Eric got up off him.
“Do you have lube?” Eric asked, panting. He was rock-hard, with a bead of precum at his tip, and he walked over to me, touching our cocks together a little. I grabbed him, and pressed my thumb against his head, swirling around his precum a bit, and then sucking my thumb.
“Gayyy,” Andy said, perhaps reflexively.
“Yeah, so?” I replied in a goofy voice. Eric gave me a half smile. I don’t think he liked Andy acting like his teammates.
Andy went to go get his lube, and let our boners cool off for a minute. “So you guys are together now, for real?” Andy asked.
“Yeah,” Eric and I said simultaneously. “For real,” Eric added.
“Like you’re fucking and shit?” Andy said coarsely.
“Yeah,” we both said simultaneously, smiling.
“Damn,” Andy said. “And you still wrestle?”
“Yeah,” we both said, realizing this bit was going on a little too long. “This was all your idea,” I reminded Andy. “If you hadn’t cum on top of me at your sleepover none of us would be doing this right now,” I said. Andy handed me the lube and I spread it out all over my cock and balls and a little up my tummy. I gave the bottle to Eric.
“It’s just natural,” Andy said, repeating his rationale from when he was younger. “Plus it feels super good,” he admitted.
“How do we compare to Cory?” Eric asked, lubing up like I did.
“Bobby’s pretty strong, stronger than he is … Eric, you’re way faster than Cory. Cory gives good head though,” Andy said.
“Yeah he does,” I said, slightly wistfully. Eric and Andy looked at me, stifling a laugh. “What! It’s true,” I said. “You’re good at it too,” I said to Eric. Eric just rolled his eyes and smiled.
“All right, wrestle for top? Bobby?” Andy asked.
I stood on the bed but knew I was no match for Andy. But that was OK — I kind of (well, really) wanted Andy’s hot new body to pin me. Andy went for my knees and I went down like a sack of potatoes. “Aw, just like Cory to throw the match,” Andy teased. He slammed his body on top of mine and we both grunt-moaned — with his new muscles, he was heavier too.
I spread my feet apart and Andy scrambled around to cover my whole body with his, and I wrapped him in a bear hug. He forced my arms out to the sides and interlaced our fingers. I corkscrewed our legs together, and felt his strong calves against mine. His cock found mine, hard and slick with lube, and he wasted no time in starting to grind against me. I watched him, Andy’s eyelids fluttering just a little, as Eric watched Andy’s butt squeeze tight with every thrust against my cock.
I grunted a little moan, and Andy surprised me with the words that fell out of his mouth.
“Yeah, you fucking like that, you faggot,” Andy said.
“Wh — what?” I asked, confused.
Andy pressed his cock hard into me. “You like my cock, you faggot, unh” he grunted.
Suddenly I felt a hard impact, and I grunted an ah which turned into a long moan. Andy was still thrusting, but over Andy’s shoulder I saw Eric’s head, and Eric’s right hand snaked up under Andy’s armpits and held his shoulder.
“Don’t call Bobby a faggot,” Eric said angrily. “I’m fucking you, you’re the faggot.” Eric’s hard, slick cock was gliding the length of Andy’s butt crack. With his left hand, Eric pressed the head of his cock against Andy’s hole. “You like that? Huh? You like how that feels?”
Andy suddenly stopped. “Wait, Eric, no —” Andy said. “Sorry, it just came out —”
“Shut up,” Eric said with sudden intensity, pushing his body down into Andy. He wasn’t going to penetrate Andy, but he was tired of the trash-talking. Just wanting the whole unexpectedly tense situation to be over, I started pushing my hips up against Andy’s cock, because I knew I was close to cumming. Plus the weight of two boys on top of me was like a dream come true. I thought one boy was enough, but two boys pushing me deep into a memory foam mattress felt better than I thought it would.
I relaxed into my own thoughts, and I came — hard. My heart was thumping not only from Eric and Andy’s argument, but also because Andy’s muscular body felt amazing — slick with lube and shaved smooth. My cock throbbed, oozing between Andy and me, pleasure blossoming through my body.
Andy came next, but his orgasm was ruined by the fear of Eric touching his butt. The tip of Eric’s cock had been rubbing against Andy’s hole with every thrust, and Andy secretly thought that it felt incredible. He was just so caught up in his weird soccer team homophobia that he didn’t know how to enjoy it. Andy felt a tiny pinch of pleasure, but then his body just flooded with cold shame as he realized what had happened.
My cock was still throbbing with pleasure as Eric came with a big grunt, soaking Andy’s crack with his cum. There was so much of it, too, Eric would tell me later. I felt his body shake and buck through Andy. Something about being assertive with Andy really turned Eric on.
We laid there in a pile until Eric finally took a deep breath and just said “OK, let’s go Bobby,” and Andy climbed off me, his crack and cock absolutely lathered with cum.
“Guys, I didn’t mean it,” Andy started, but Eric was giving him the silent treatment. I realized, looking at Andy’s cum-covered body that it wasn’t something I wanted anymore. No matter how jacked he was, now it looked ugly and hateful.
The sudden tension in the room started to make me anxious. I worried that I had done something wrong. I cleaned up quickly and put my clothes back on. Andy was still toweling off his front and backside when Eric grabbed me by the hand. “If you ever want to wrestle with us again, you’d better knock that shit off — your teammates suck, and that word sucks, and you suck. Goodbye.”
I said “bye” quietly as Eric started dragging me out of Andy’s room and house. Eric slammed Andy’s front door on the way out. “Let’s stop at the park,” Eric said, and I followed him on my bike to the little park in the middle of our housing development. We parked and found a seat, the cement bench warm in the afternoon sun.
“What the hell, man?” Eric said.
“I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I couldn’t stop from cumming, I was too close —” I whispered quietly, realizing we were in public.
“Bobby, stop. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just really mad at Andy. ‘Faggot’? Really? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black,” Eric said. “I could have fucked him right there, that would have showed him,” Eric said.
“Eric, that’s rape,” I said quietly back.
Eric sighed. “You’re right. Ugh, I’m just so angry — why do our friends have to be so shitty? First Cory now Andy?” Eric asked.
I sighed, looked around, and saw there were kids and parents at the jungle gym nearby, so I just put my hands flat on the concrete table. “He doesn’t understand, that word means, like, ‘stupid’ to him.”
Eric put his hands on top of mine. “Why is being gay stupid?”
“No, I mean,” I started, but then I kind of got it. “Yeah, I mean I see where you’re coming from. It’s like what Mr. Ferreira said, we just have to look out for each other,” I said.
Eric nodded and sighed. “Maybe we should just wrestle each other from now on.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Maybe I need to get jacked like Andy,” I teased.
“Mmm,” Eric said, starting to cool off. “You can get jacked, but do it for yourself. Screw Andy,” Eric said. He sighed a final deep sigh. “Let’s go home.”