Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2022 21:39:51 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Emerald City Boys  Chapter 23

Greetings and welcome back. In this chapter, Pierce and Drake decide they
trust Trajan enough to tell him their stories and Trajan returns the
favor. For all three teens, it is an afternoon where they all speak from
the heart.

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CHAPTER 23
FROM THE HEART

THURSDAY, JUNE 18

<Pierce, Drake, Trajan>

Trajan woke up disoriented. He wondered who was sleeping in his bed with
him and why. He rubbed his hand along a smooth face and moved it lower to
feel a smooth skinned chest on what seemed to be a boy. Then his mental
light bulb lit up and he remembered the oral sex session with his
cousin. There was enough ambient morning light in the room to confirm that
the body in his bed was his twelve-year-old cousin Tony.

For a boy who was very inexperienced compared with tweens like Derek and
Michael in East Harbor, Tony was fucking sexy. Trajan never thought he
would think that about his cousin. Yes, Tony was inexperienced, but he was
without question Fucking Sexy.

Trajan checked the time and saw it was eight thirty-five, which was ten
minutes before his alarm was set to go off. He was scheduled to go to the
restaurant with his Uncle Luigi to work a four-hour shift busing tables. He
had a busy day ahead. First he would go to work. Then he would have an
hour-long lacrosse practice at four, followed by dinner and an overnight at
Pierce's house where he would get to know Pierce and Drake better and
hopefully become real good friends with them.

After turning off his alarm, Trajan eased over his sleeping cousin and
headed to the bathroom to shower and pee, most likely at the same time. He
set the shower temperature, stepped into it and let go a stream of
piss. Things were looking up in Seattle, what with lacrosse, a new friend
in Levi, an overnight with Pierce and Drake, and a sexy cousin who had sexy
friends. He knew Tony wanted to add Marco to the mix for a three way in
bed, but Trajan wasn't interested in his nine-year-old cousin. On the other
hand, Derek wasn't much older when he messed around with him. Maybe Marco
would have something going for him, too. Time would tell.

Tony was awake and sitting on his bed when Trajan reentered the
bedroom. "Good morning cuz," Tony said. "Did you have a good shower?"

"It was hot and wet and had lots of soap. What else does a shower need?"
Trajan replied.

"Maybe somebody to shower with?"

"Maybe, but not when your mom and dad are home."

"Marco and I have showered together when one of them is home. I've done it
with Logan, too."

"I think it would be a bit tougher for you and me to do it," Trajan
said. "Anyway, right now it don't matter because I've gotta get dressed and
be ready to head to the restaurant with Uncle Luigi."

"You've got plenty of time before dad goes."

"I know, but I want to be sure I'm ready. I probably won't see you much
until tomorrow, so I want to tell you this now—thanks for last night. It
was fun and I slept great. I hope you did, too."

"Yep, I did. And I'll do it again with you, but not every night."

"Agreed. We don't do it every night."

"And don't forget we need to talk about including Marco sometime," Tony
reminded his cousin.

"I won't forget." That was as far as Trajan was willing to commit himself,
at least for the time being.

Trajan worked hard during the lunch rush at the restaurant. Most of the
customers came for the lunchtime pizza special. They were easy for him to
deal with since they were served at tables set up with the specials. His
job was more about cleanup than serving. There were a couple of times, when
he picked up a partially filled beer bottle while clearing a table, that he
was tempted to drain it. But he was too exposed to empty the bottle on the
sly and he had lacrosse practice after work. He wanted to be sharp for the
practice because he would be eligible to play in the game coming up
Saturday and he didn't want the players (or his uncle for that matter) to
smell beer on his breath. If the opportunity to sneak some drinks ever
presented itself, Trajan was prepared to take advantage of it.

He kept an eye out for Pierce. He thought his new friend would come in and
get some pizza for lunch, but that didn't happen. He knew that could always
be a possibility. He decided he would let Pierce know each week what days
he was working the pizza lunch shift.

Trajan's workday was finished at 2:30. Marne picked him up and drove him
home, where he changed into his practice gear and packed some regular
clothes into his backpack. Marne then drove him to practice. On the ride to
practice, he asked his aunt if he could overnight at Levi's house on
Saturday. She said she would allow it after checking with Levi's mother.

Arlene, Levi's mom, said she would love to have Trajan spend Saturday with
Levi. She also agreed to give Trajan a ride to Pierce's house after
practice so Marne could work the busy Saturday night at the
restaurant. Trajan kept being amazed by how great Levi and his family were.

Practice went well. Trajan was excited to be practicing for real. Coach
Vincent had told him he wouldn't be starting on Saturday, but he would be
given a fair amount of playing time, whatever that meant. Coach Vincent
told Trajan he would have to earn a starting spot and Trajan was ready to
do that. His outlook was different than what it had been in East Harbor
where he liked lacrosse for being around his peers more than for
playing. If he played, he was happy, and if he didn't play, well there was
always next time. His coach had told him more than once that he was a
talented player, but his indifferent attitude was holding him back from
showing his true potential.

For whatever reason, Trajan now wanted to play, and he wanted to play a
lot. He wanted the Falcon players and coaches to see how good he was. As a
result, he not only practiced hard, he practiced smart. He knew he was a
little bit behind the other players on the team, but Coach Patrick had told
him if he kept working hard, he would catch up in a hurry. Levi, Levi's
friend CJ, and Denny Wolfe, the team captain, were his biggest supporters
among the players. In fact, everyone on the team, except for Jack and
Jack's friend Donovan, helped him a lot. While Jack wasn't outwardly
hostile, like he had been at the first practice, he wasn't very supportive,
either. Trajan ignored him.

One thing he had learned in dealing with the assholes at home is that the
best way to deal with assholes was to ignore them and not let them get
under his skin. He wasn't as successful as he wanted to be in following up
on that attitude. The assholes simply had a way of getting under his skin
no matter how hard he tried to fight it.

Trajan was surprised as to how soon practice was over. The hour had flown
by fast because he was so into working hard and being with his
teammates. He wanted to prove to them that the cheering he'd done at the
game before hadn't been fake. He wanted to prove that to himself as well.

<Pierce's House>

Drake arrived at Pierce's house a little before two o'clock. He found his
boyfriend naked in the kitchen putting clean dishes into the cupboard.
"Hey, nice birthday suit," Drake grinned as he and Pierce exchanged a kiss
and a couple of gropes. "But you need to vary the look—that suit looks
just like the one you wore last time I saw you."

"About all I can do to change it is trim or shave off my pubic hair,"
Pierce pointed out.

"That would be fun to see. The shaved pubic area, not you shaving it,"
Drake said. "You can have the Lincoln look down there."

"Are you saying I've got the same size dick as a four-month-old baby?"

"No way, Sweet Pooka. What I'm saying is, if you shave off your pubes,
shave your underarms, and take care of the hair growing on your shins,
you'd have the same body style of hair as your delightful little
brother-in-law."

"Brother-in-law? When did you and me get married?" Pierce asked.

"We're as good as married, dude. It's just a matter of getting to the age
where we can legally marry. And then you can become Pooka Miller."

"In your dreams, Duck Bledsoe."

"Hey, you're the one who will marry into a family that will give you
brothers sons-in-law, and a shitload of cousins or nephews or whatever the
fuck relation they'll be."

"As long as they're as sexy then as they are now, I don't care what they
are. Now, how about I fry up a couple of burgers since somebody, whose name
I will not mention, left his orca card at home when he went to work today
so you didn't get here in time for us to watch our overnight guest slave
away while we munched on the best pizza in the Magnolia District."

"Hey, it's not my fault my mom gave me a ride and I didn't need it," Drake
said.

"Um, you could keep it in your wallet like normal people do."

"I was in a hurry and stuffed it in my pocket the last time I rode transit
and then..."

"...excuses, excuses, excuses. And we both know they're all for
losers. Now, let's be winners and fry us up some burgers."

Pierce and Drake were playing a video game on the big screen television in
the den when Trajan arrived. He turned and waved to Arlene when Pierce
opened the door and ushered him in.

"Damn, dude, whoever was in that car just saw me in my boxershorts," Pierce
said.

"That would be my teammates Levi and CJ and Levi's mother, Arlene."

"I thought whoever was driving probably dropped you off and jetted."

"She wanted to make sure she had the right house," Trajan said. "She's a
university professor, which I guess means they don't know enough to figure
out where a house address is. But, hey, she's really great and has been
super helpful to me, so she can get as lost as she wants."

"Getting lost is pretty hard to do if your GPS works."

"Hard, but not impossible."

"Are you making friends with your teammates?" Pierce asked as they entered
the den, where Drake, clad only in his boxers was studying the TV screen.

"Hey, Trajan," Drake said.

Trajan traded a fist bump with Drake as he returned the "Hey".

"Are you making any friends with the guys on your team?" Pierce asked
again.

"I'm spending Saturday night at Levi's house."

"Look at you!" Drake chortled. "You come up north from California and the
next thing you know, you're doing overnights two out of three nights with
hot teen dudes. You da man, Trajan." Drake held up his right hand for a
high five, which Trajan supplied. "Now, how about you join the party and
strip off those clothes."

"Isn't your dad coming home soon?" Trajan asked.

"Yeah, that's why we're keeping our underpants on," Pierce
answered. "Otherwise, it would be birthday suit time."

"Which is what tiny cock was wearing when I got here," Drake said.

"Tiny cock?"

"Sorry. Inside joke. He's actually well equipped. It keeps me happy
anyway."

"You don't mind us making sexual chatter, do you?" Pierce asked.

"Guys have sex in California," Trajan answered. "It's not like we're in
Texas or some gawd awful place."

"Walker's got nothing against boys in underpants or less. But since he
never cleared the naturist look with your aunt and uncle, it's undies for
now."

"Whatever." Trajan quickly stripped to his bright red boxer briefs.

"Oh my, very sexy looking," Drake grinned. "And it looks like there's a
nice package being hidden by those undies."

"Wanna see?"

"Bring it on, dude and we'll follow your lead."

The three teens pulled down their underpants, revealing their rising
penises and their hanging teen balls. Pierce and Drake quickly rose to
their full six inches while Trajan was an inch short. But at 15 and 16
Pierce and Drake were going through what was statistically the largest
growth period for boys' penises, while Trajan, at 14, had yet to start that
final growth spurt. Both Pierce and Drake had a healthy amount of pubic
hair. Trajan could see that Pierce trimmed his, but Drake seemed happy to
let his run wild. Trajan didn't have enough pubic hair to make trimming it
worthwhile, and he had no desire to shave it off.

The show-and-tell session ended up being a quick one as they heard the
garage door open. Walker was home. The boys pulled up their underpants,
their bulges obvious in the thin cloth.

"Won't Walker see what we got?" Trajan asked.

"Well, he'll at least see the bulges. And he might even spend a few seconds
admiring what he can't see. Then he'll go get dinner warmed up," Pierce
answered.

"What's he gonna cook?"

"Not a thing. He said he was going to buy a big tub of spaghetti and
meatballs to go at your new workplace. I hear the food's pretty good
there."

"Hello, boys," Walker called out as he entered the house from the garage.

"Hey, dad," Pierce responded. "Duck and I want you to meet our new friend
Trajan."

"Let me put dinner in the oven to keep it warm until we're ready to eat."

The boys joined Walker in the kitchen. Trajan and Walker checked each other
out. Trajan saw a handsome man in his forties who he thought looked
sexy. Walker saw a young teen who was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers
and had a look of cocky confidence about him. Trajan stuck out his hand,
which Walker took. "Pleased to meet you, sir," he said with genuine
politeness.

Walker was impressed with the firmness of the teen's handshake. He had long
ago lost count of how many job candidates he hadn't hired because of their
limp handshakes. In Walker's book, a firm handshake indicated a confident
person. It was a trait he had instilled in Pierce, whose handshake had been
so-so when they met, but was now one of a young man ready to work his way
to Chief Executive Officer. He was impressed by Drake's handshake, which
mirrored that of his adoptive father, Keegan. For all of Keegan's personal
issues, his handshake was that of a man who intended to go somewhere.

"The pleasure is mine, Trajan," Walker grinned. "Pierce and Drake were both
excited to have a California surfer boy visit."

"Well, I'm not exactly a surfer boy, although I do surf some. It's hard not
to surf some when you're a kid who lives close to the ocean."

"Pierce tells me you're visiting here for the summer because your parents
took off to Italy without you."

Trajan gave Pierce a hard stare. Pierce shrugged his shoulders as if to say
Walker's take on the situation was news to him. "Not exactly. I came here
because I didn't want to go to Italy and spend a couple of months mostly
with my grandmother and be missing all of my friends. But my parents
surprised me and sent me to Seattle because they thought I'd get in trouble
at home." Trajan surprised himself by confessing what really happened to an
adult he didn't know, but because he adopted Pierce, Trajan had a feeling
he could trust Walker. Which made him wonder, not for the first time, what
Pierce's story was.

"I take it you've managed to get yourself into trouble," Walker said.

"Yeah, a little bit. But I don't want to talk about it." Trajan figured his
answer was honest enough since he had no desire to get into the details for
fear Walker would drive him straight home.

He waited for Walker to grill him, but all the man said was, "Fair
enough. From what I've heard, you've managed to keep your nose clean since
you've been here." Walker's main source of information was Luigi, who knew
Walker both as a regular customer and as a friend.

The tension in the room eased as conversation turned lighter. Trajan was
more than happy to talk about lacrosse, working for his uncle, the upcoming
geology workshop he would be taking with Tony, baseball, and his desire to
make friends in Seattle. As the boys talked, Walker removed the dinner from
the oven and listened with interest. Soon everyone was seated at the dining
room table talking about food, life in East Harbor as opposed to life in
Seattle, and Drake's baby brother, Lincoln. Dessert was chocolate gelato,
which the three teens devoured with the same enthusiasm they used downing
their spaghetti and salad.

After the table was cleared and the dishes placed in the dishwasher, Walker
announced he would be leaving to meet with some friends. "I'll be back
before midnight, but I hope you boys won't be up that late," he told the
teens.

"You never know, we might be," Pierce said. "We've got a lot to talk about
since we're really meeting Trajan as a friend for the first time instead of
as an out of state visitor." Trajan felt himself glowing at the insinuation
he had become a friend.

"I imagine you do. At any rate, a hearty good night boys in case you just
happen to be asleep when I come home." Walker gave them a mock salute and
headed for the garage. He was certain that talking might end up becoming a
minor part of the evening for the three teen boys, two of whom he knew were
gay. `On the other hand,' he thought, `Pierce and Drake have had some
interesting experiences in their short lives, and it sounds as if the same
might be true of Trajan.'

"Where is he off to?" Trajan asked after Walker left the room.

"He's going to a high-end gay bar where he'll meet with his new boyfriend,
Christian, and they'll socialize with who's who in Seattle gaydom," Pierce
answered.

"And come home drunk?"

"Nope. He'll end up wiping out the root beer supply, but he won't come home
drunk. Other than a glass of wine sometimes when we eat out, he doesn't
drink. There's no booze in the house."

"Which keeps Pierce away from temptation," Drake said.

"From what Pierce has hinted it sounds like we've all got stories to tell,"
Trajan said.

"I have a feeling that's one of the reasons why Walker left," Pierce
speculated. "He wants us to have privacy to tell our stories, not that we
can't tell them in the den or in my room. But the living room is the most
comfortable place."

"Well, I don't know if I got much of a story..."

Pierce knew where Trajan was coming from and ignored him. "And just so you
don't feel uncomfortable, I'll tell my story first. Because once you hear
it, you might not want to be friends with me."

Trajan didn't know what Pierce had done that was so bad, but he figured it
couldn't be any worse than what he had done. "I got an idea," he said. "Why
don't we just cut the bullshit and tell our fucking stories and then decide
what the fuck we want to do from there." Trajan knew he wouldn't be around
Pierce and Drake after the summer break ended so what difference did it
make what they thought of him—or what he thought of them for that
matter.

Pierce was impressed by Trajan's assertiveness. He not only could see his
new friend (at least so far) as being someone who could get his ass into
big trouble, he also saw him as someone who could be a leader on the
athletic field. He knew he had set himself up to start the confessions and
had done so almost from the time he had met Trajan. While he felt that
Trajan would accept him even after he confessed what he had done to earn
money, Pierce wasn't positive. He liked Trajan; he felt a kindred spirit in
him. He didn't want to lose him as a friend, but if the Californian still
wanted to be friends after hearing his story, Pierce knew it could easily
become a solid, lifetime friendship. Little did he know that Trajan's story
would make his seem almost tame by comparison.

"Well, here it goes," Pierce said. He wondered if he could have come up
with a lamer opening. He could see Drake fight off a smile. He knew that
Drake understood what he was going through. "I had a really good life until
I was twelve, and then things went weird. Mostly it was my dad, who'd been
a great dad and then he started going bizarro because he got addicted to
pain pills after having surgery. Then he went to rehab and things got
better but somehow he got into meth and then things got beyond horrible."

Pierce talked about the bizarre things his dad did, especially his weird
punishments for minor offenses which started escalating into violence. The
violence was directed to both his mom and him.

"After this went on, and on, and on, I got to where I hated being at
home. I couldn't believe I was thinking of running away until this night
came when I quit thinking about it and did it. And I did it because I had
to, because I had no choice."

Trajan listened to the older boy with rapt attention. Pierce was a boy who
had a worse life than he did. Trajan thought his parents were good to him
despite the shit he kept pulling. He was beginning to see how he didn't
appreciate what he had. Then he found out that things got even worse.

"One night mom and dad got into an argument and my dad was screaming and
hitting her. I knew he would come after me next. It made me sick that I
wasn't big and strong enough to protect my mom or myself. Dad locked me in
my room at night, but he never noticed that when he was really high, I
would lower a ladder out of my window that I hid between my bed and the
wall. Why I didn't run away, I don't know, although my shrink says it's
probably because I kept hoping my home would turn back into the happy place
I remembered. And how my dad missed the ladder in my room, I don't know
either, although it was probably because he was too strung out on drugs or
because I was an expert at hiding it. From what mom was saying and what
they argued about, I think he was close to losing his job."

"Damn, I hate to interrupt, cuz your story is grabbing me tight. But I
gotta piss," Trajan said reluctantly.

"I know how that works. Five-minute piss and get a can of soda break."

"This is kinda like a commercial break," Drake said. It was the first time
he had said anything since Pierce started his story. He had heard it
before, but it didn't matter. Pierce was the boy he loved and no matter how
many times he heard the story or part of the story it always struck him
deep in his gut.

"I think we needed it. I hope I'm not boring you," he said to Trajan.

"I'm not close to bored. I've never sat and heard somebody tell his story
like this. I've gotten things from some friends in bits and pieces, but
never like this." He then stood up and headed for the bathroom to answer
mother nature's call.

Five minutes later they were back in their seats in the living room, each
with a cold soda on ice: Dr. Pepper for Drake, Coke for Trajan, and root
beer for Pierce.

Pierce started right in continuing his story. The first thing he said blew
Trajan totally away. "I heard a fucking gun shot. I didn't even know my dad
had a gun, but I knew it was a gun shot I was hearing. I heard my dad
scream, `You're next you little asshole,' and I was out the window. I had
my clothes, a jacket, a baseball cap, and sixty dollars I'd taken out of my
money hiding place earlier. I went down the ladder, which was hooked to the
windowsill. I could see my dad lean out the window and I jumped the last
few feet down to get out of there quicker. I heard the gun, I heard bullets
zipping past me, and I was out of that yard and gone for good."

Trajan thought about the time he had been shot at by mobsters while sitting
in a car. That had been bad enough, but being shot at by your own
father—he couldn't begin to fathom that.

The three teens sat in silence for close to a minute before Drake broke the
silence. "What happened after that?" he asked, even though he knew the
answer. He could see that Trajan was too stunned to say anything.

Pierce cleared his throat and went on. "After that a big chunk of my life
went by like it belonged to somebody else. I learned that my father had
killed my mother and that he shot himself after he tried to kill me. To
make a really long story short, I became a street kid living in a homeless
camp near the freeway. Yep, I was fucking thirteen years old, naïve and
middle class and homeless. I didn't want to use my real name and I didn't
want to be found because I was afraid I'd be blamed for the
killings. That's how fucked up my thinking was.

"Anyway, I ended up sharing a tent with another kid. I learned that the way
to make money was to be a prostitute, and since my sixty bucks wasn't gonna
last long, that's what happened. I became a thirteen-year-old whore and
lived in a homeless camp with another whore. I learned more about sex than
most thirty-year-olds know. A black guy named Gil kinda looked after us
kids, helping us stay away from the social work assholes and peeps who
wanted to rape us. Yeah, I was a whore, but I was doing it to eat, which is
different from being raped. Gil had a way of getting things and was happy
to help us relax with booze and weed. I spent a lot of time being drunk and
stoned. My tricks often offered me stronger shit, but I stayed away from
that. Oh, and I gotta say, Gil never touched me sexually. He was like a
grandad to me.

"It was at the camp that I met Eddie, who did some whoring, and Kurt, who
didn't. Those two ended up being found by Troy who took them in and
eventually adopted them. I got picked up by Walker who thought I was older
until I got in his car. He'd been drinking. Yeah, he drank and toked then,
but not now. Long story short, he figured out from things I said who I
really was and, well, make the long story shorter, here I am at fifteen in
the house of a rich dude who is my adopted father.

"Yeah, I still have issues. I still see my shrink. But my life is good. I
play baseball, I'm in the drama club, and I'm on the honor roll. To make
things really special, Walker is a great dad who has never touched me
sexually, although him wanting to have sex with me was how our relationship
started. And, to top it all off, I got the Duck here, and I love him like I
never thought I could love anybody, and he loves me totally and
unconditionally."

Pierce took a deep breath and finished off by saying, "Now that you know my
story, if you don't want to be friends with a one-time whore and an
alcoholic, I understand."

There was another long silence which was broken by Trajan this time. Trajan
didn't go into the detail that Pierce did, but what he did reveal said a
lot about his lifestyle. He told about his alcohol and drug use, his sexual
attraction to men, one named Mark in particular. He told about being around
drug dealing hoods. "We're talking, like the big-time suppliers. And I
guess I understand what you said about the difference between selling your
body to men and being raped, because I got raped. I got shot at too. I was
sitting in a car on the lap of my friend Lewis who pushed me on the lap of
my friend Mark when he saw the gun, otherwise the bullets the hoods fired
would have hit me."

Trajan started asking his own questions as Drake and Pierce listened to his
story. "Do I want weed and booze? I haven't had any since I got
here—although I've thought about emptying the beer bottles left on the
tables at the restaurant. But then I got grossed about it. Do I want sex
with men? I think Walker is hot, but no, I don't want sex with him.

"I like sex with younger guys too. I had a boyfriend named Derek who was
like, eleven, but we broke up because he kept bitching about how I treated
him. He thought I was selfish."

"Were you selfish?" Drake asked.

"I don't know. Maybe I was, but I think I was helping him to learn new
stuff. He liked doing the same old stuff all the time." Trajan thought it
more convenient to blame young Derek for the breakup than look at himself
as the cause. After all, he was the older and more mature boy.

Drake thought about telling Trajan he might want to take a look at himself
as a possible reason for the breakup. Trajan thought about how he was
trying to do things right as much as he could while he was in Seattle,
hoping he could impress his parents when he got home. "If I can do more
things right at home my parents, especially my mom, might get off my ass'.

"What's the worst thing you've done since you came up here to Seattle?"
Pierce asked.

"Okay, I've started doing sex with my cousin, Tony. He's only twelve, but
he's the one who's been pushing for it. Think about it, I'm sharing his
bedroom and he's twelve and horny and it makes me fourteen and horny and
things have been happening."

"He's not being forced to do anything, right?"

"Hell, he's the one jumping into my bed. The only thing we haven't done is
fuck and that's because he's a virgin and wants his boyfriend to be his
first one."

"And that would be Logan Miller, right?"

"Exactly. So, I'm being good and not even coming close to doing that with
him." Trajan didn't realize that the way he treated Tony's wants and needs
was way different than how he treated Derek. Unlike with Derek, he was
willing to accept Tony's limits and didn't try to push them.

"Hey, dude, if that's the worst you've done, then you fit right in," Drake
said. "Without mentioning names, there's some twelve-year-olds we know who
have sex with older teens, like brothers, cousins, friends of brothers and
cousins; it's the way things seem to go. I've fucked one of them, only he
lives in a little burg called Mayfield. He's the cousin of Logan
Miller. Dude, trust me, if you saw this kid you'd want to jump right into
bed with him and fuck him senseless. His name is Aiden Miller, and Keegan,
my adoptive dad, is his sperm donor."

"Wow, that was quite a mouthful, Duck," Pierce chuckled.

"You've told me you've got a crush on Aiden, too."

"I've got lots of crushes, but I haven't fucked them."

"Yet," Drake grinned. "And now my story. It includes booze and drugs. Lots
of booze and drugs. Some sex with men, maybe even fucking. I was pretty
messed up with men sometimes. Some were men my mother brought home and
called her boyfriends. A couple of them would rather jump my bones instead
of hers.

"Believe it or not I had serious crushes on Keegan and Natalie when Keegan
started coming over to see her. Him and me got drunk and jerked off
together, but he was more into fucking Natalie. I guess that worked out
okay since now they're sober, married, and have the cutest baby boy in King
County."

The cans of soda ran out about the same time as the story telling. Pierce
pulled off his underpants and headed to the kitchen for another root
beer. Drake looked at Trajan, who decided to follow Pierce's lead and
yanked off his boxershorts. Drake then took off his underpants and the
three teens were now naked with cocks rising.

"My bedroom or yours?" Drake asked as he pulled a Coke out of the
refrigerator and handed it to Trajan. He then grabbed a Dr. P for himself.

"They're both the same room," Pierce pointed out as he wondered in what
goofy direction his boyfriend was heading.

"It's your room when I'm not here visiting, but it's my room when I am here
visiting because it's your obligation as host to give into the wants and
desires of your guest."

"Your question still doesn't make sense since it's still the same room for
both."

"Who said it had to make sense? This is all about you being a good host."

"You see what I have to put up with?" Pierce asked Trajan as they reached
the top of the stairs and entered Pierce's bedroom.

"But you still love him, right?" Trajan asked. He'd seen the same kind of
scenario among his friends in East Harbor.

"Totally and absolutely. In fact, see that monster I have pointing up in
the air?"

"It is pretty good size," Trajan conceded. Pierce's six-inch erection stood
an inch longer than Trajan's.

"You can tell the truth," Drake said. "I'll be happy to loan you my
magnifying glass so you can see what it really looks like."

"Drake is putting on a show hoping I won't tell that his four-month old
baby brother is bigger than his," Pierce smirked.

"You're one to talk. I have to browbeat you into changing Lincoln's diapers
so you won't feel inferior."

"And on a serious note..."

"That WAS a serious note!"

"Like I said, on a serious note, who's going to do what to who? I mean,
it's obvious there are no virgins in this room, so I figure anything goes,"
Pierce said.

Trajan decided to speak up before he was forgotten in the riposte between
the two boyfriends. "Some of us in East Harbor think that planned sex isn't
any fun, and I kinda agree. Look, we're naked, we've got boners, and we're
ready to roll—so let's all get on the bed that belongs to one of you and
just have fun."

"Methinks our guest makes a good point," Drake said.

That ended the chatter. The three teens set their sodas on top of Pierce's
dresser and dropped supine on the bed with Pierce in the middle.

"Do you kiss guys?" Drake asked Trajan.

"I've been known to do it." On that note, Pierce rolled on his side and
planted a kiss on Trajan's lips, pushing his tongue into his guest's
mouth. Drake pushed his cock against Pierce's ass and started rubbing along
his boyfriend's crack. Soon, Pierce turned the other way and traded
passionate kisses with Drake. Trajan grabbed hold of Pierce's leaking cock
and started to masturbate him as he humped Pierce's toned glutes.

The teens rolled around the bed, sometimes side-by-side, sometimes one on
top of the other, with lips being kissed, cocks being kissed, and asses
being kissed. Trajan wasn't into kissing ass but had no problem with his
ass being kissed. When one time he felt Pierce's tongue penetrate his ass,
Trajan let out a squeal of delight.

Pierce and Drake had to concede, at least for that night, that unplanned
sex could be as much or more fun, especially with a threesome, than
planning things out. Trajan did have a plan, however. His plan was to not
get fucked. But the teen hormones generated by the heat of the two sexy
bodies rubbing against him, kissing him, licking him, finger fucking him,
rimming him, doing whatever came to mind to do to him, saw Trajan welcoming
Pierce's lubricated cock as it slipped into his ass and Pierce proceeded to
fuck him hard.

Seconds after feeling Pierce enter his ass, Trajan welcomed Drake's six and
a half inches into his mouth. He had both orifices filled and truly felt
that the mini orgy on Pierce's bed was as good or better than any sex he'd
enjoyed at home. When Drake started rubbing Trajan's cock, Trajan soared to
an orgasm that felt like it was going to blow his brains out of his
ears. Since he was on his left side, Trajan's cum squirted over Pierce's
sheets and Drake's torso.

Almost instantly Pierce's seed was filling Trajan's ass while Trajan gulped
down Drake's strong but tasty teen cum. For the next few minutes the only
sounds in the room were those of the boys' hard breathing as they worked to
recover from the amazing experience they had just enjoyed.

"Holy shitfuck, that was wicked," Trajan rasped. When he accepted the
invitation to spend the night with Pierce and Drake he had anticipated that
the night could easily turn sexual, but he had not anticipated the kind of
intensity that he had just experienced.

"As good as California sex?" Pierce asked.

"As good as or better than most." Trajan elected not to tell that in his
mind sex with Mark was better—but sex with Drake and Pierce ranked right
up there.

"Walker's bathroom has a walk-in shower," Pierce said. "I suggest we make
use of it."

"Won't Walker get mad if he catches us?"

"All he asks is that we don't touch anything in the main bedroom. He hides
away anything he doesn't want anybody to see, so it's really no big deal."

"What if he comes home while we're in there?"

"Then he'll sit on the couch and wait until he can watch three clean, sexy,
naked, teen boys walk past him to our room," Drake said, emphasizing the
word our.

"But..."

"And if you don't want him staring at you, then wrap a towel around
yourself," Pierce told him.

Walker returned home just as Drake was shooting into Pierce's ass and
Trajan was rubbing his erect cock along Pierce's. Trajan and Pierce came
over each other as they heard Walker shout, "I'm home boys, but you're safe
from perverted men!"

After washing the cum off themselves and, in Pierce's case, out of himself,
Pierce shut off the water and the boys dried themselves and each
other. Trajan saw Pierce and Drake put their towels around their necks and
proudly march their naked selves out of Walker's room. Trajan followed
their lead; it wasn't as if he had never been naked in front of a man
before.

Walker was watching Sports Center as the three naked specimens of male teen
beauty marched past him.

"I take it you boys had a fun night," Walker grinned.

"We got to know each other," Pierce replied without stopping. He didn't
mind stopping naked in front of Walker and knew that Drake felt the same
way, but he wasn't sure how Trajan felt, so he led his friends up the
stairs and to his room.

Pierce changed the sheets on his bed as Drake and Trajan took care of their
teeth, pissing, and whatever else needed taking care of. Pierce went to the
bathroom as soon as the two returned to his bedroom. Soon, the three were
under the covers, the lights were turned out, and they fell into a
comfortable sleep on the king bed. Trajan was the middle boy in the triad.

Even though he was in his forties and had enjoyed sex with his boyfriend
earlier in the night, Walker was still a virile man and masturbated in his
bed with visions of the naked teens dancing before him. He had to admit
Pierce had found a hottie in Trajan. Even though Drake had reached the age
of consent, Walker had no desire to seduce him. He was into sex with men,
not teenagers, but that didn't stop him from fantasizing about them.

Next: A Loaded Weekend