Date: Tue, 9 Jun 2020 00:26:23 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Four Friends and One Enemy by Cutter09 gay young friends Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Four Friends and One Enemy "That's it? Really. That's all you got? I thought black guys are supposed to be huge," Kendall berated Wakeem. "Well, I'm not like most black guys, ok," Wakeem replied. "That's for sure. You can't dance, you're shit for basketball, and you have a little dick too." Kendall continued. "For your information, I don't know how to pick cotton either. What kind of racist shit you pulling?" Wakeem almost yelled. We were in my room. Wakeem, Trent, Me, and Kendall were playing strip poker at Kendall's suggestion. He was always the one who suggested shit like this. One time we climbed on top of his house and mooned passing cars. He set the ground rules too. Once naked, if you lost another hand, you had to do what the winner says. Wakeem was the first one naked. He was worried what Kendall might make him do, and I don't blame him. Kendall can be pretty warped sometimes. Kendall wasn't being racist really. He and Wakeem are best friends, and give each other shit all the time. "Don't listen to him Wakeem. It's not little," I stated. At least I hoped not because it looked about the same size as mine. "We'll soon see how it measures up," Kendall laughed, eyeing my tight white briefs. Kendall still had his jeans on. Trent and I were down to our underwear, and now Wakeem was naked. I was hoping for a chance to see Trent naked before I had to make the big reveal. I had been thinking about Trent for a while now. Especially late at night when I'm in my bed playing with myself. Lucky for me, Trent lost the next hand. He shimmied out of his briefs without showing much, quickly sitting down with his dick tucked between his legs. He was sitting next to me, and I could only see a splattering of hair just where his dick disappeared between his thighs. But that was enough to make my dick thicken and throb in my undies. "Hey! No fair. Everybody got to see mine," Wakeem complained. "The rules didn't say we had to show everything we have, just that we had to take our clothes off," Trent stated flatly. "It's not my fault you had to wave that little thing around like some kind of flag or something." Kendall lost the next two hands. He stood proudly and pulled off his boxers as if it was a gift to the rest of us. It wasn't. Not that it was bad or anything, it was about the same size as mine and Wakeem's. Now I was the only one left with clothes on. The problem was, seeing my friends naked made me hard. Wakeem and Kendall weren't hard when they exposed themselves, so now I was gonna get a load of shit if they find out I'm hard. I lost the next hand, and I did as Trent did. Shimmied out while still sitting, and tucked my hard dick between my thighs. I wonder if that is why Trent did it. Was he hard too? "Now the fun starts," proclaimed Kendall. You guessed it. I lost the next hand, and Kendall won. He smiled really big and rubbed his hands together like a villain from an old movie. "Okay Bobby boy... Let's see... Humm... You have to wrap your fingers around each of our dicks, one at a time." Jesus! This was like a dream I had just a couple of weeks ago. I woke up with a pool of cum on my belly. But I couldn't let on that I wanted to do it. "You're one sick mother fucker Kendall," I protested. "Come on. Don't wuss out and welch on a bet," Kendall taunted. "Yeah, don't wuss out," Wakeem added his two cents, sounding pretty anxious for it to happen. "No problem. It's just skin," I said calmly. I reached over to Kendall first. He got hard as I closed my fingers around it. It felt just like mine. Then I reached over to Wakeem. I hadn't noticed when he first got naked, he isn't circumcised like the rest of us are. His started to twitch into an erection too. Then I went for Trent's with my right hand. I had to press my fingers between his thighs, where I found a very hard and big dick. Much thicker and longer than mine. I had to give it a squeeze while I had the chance. Wakeem lost the next hand, and Kendall won again. He made Wakeem stand and put his finger in his butt, and show everybody it was actually in there. I don't know about the other guys, but I've fingered my butt before, so this wouldn't have been a problem for me, just a little embarrassing. Wakeem acted like it was the worst thing he'd ever had to do. When he stood, and I had a better look at him, I'd say he wasn't as far into puberty as the rest of us. Maybe his dick would get to be the size black guys are supposed to be. He didn't even have any hair yet, and he's a month older than I am. We're all thirteen, and the rest of us have a few hairs at least. Wakeem did as instructed. As he turned toward me, I could see his finger buried to the second knuckle in his brown pucker. It seemed to go in pretty easily. I wondered if his finger would feel different than mine did in me. Kendall won again, I lost. "You have to kiss the head of our dicks," he said gleefully. "Oh shit! Man, that's cruel," Wakeem said. Of course he didn't know Kendall had just given me a gift. Kendall jumped up to be first, and stood in front of me. I leaned in and sniffed it, it smelled surprisingly clean. I puckered my lips and he pushed his dick forward. I gave it a quick peck then looked at Wakeem. He rushed over for his turn. His pinkish black knob was only partially exposed. "You have to skin it back if I'm kissing the head," I told him. He did, and received the same peck as Kendall. Then I turned to Trent. I had to bend down toward him, blocking the view from the others. I pulled his thighs apart, and his dick sprung out into my hand. As my lips neared it, somehow it captured me. The head suddenly became the most seductive thing I've ever seen. I ran my tongue under the head before giving it a kiss. He's my best friend. He should get better treatment than the others. Besides, I've wanted to do that for a long time. I just never had an excuse to do it, and I didn't realize how much I would enjoy it. Kendall lost the next hand and I won. "You made me kiss everyone's dick, so now, you have to put Wakeem's whole dick in your mouth." "Oh shit. Revenge is a bitch ain't it Kendall," Wakeem pointed out as he stepped toward his friend. I only did it hoping Kendall would make me do the same to Trent when I lost next time. Kendall opened his mouth really wide to allow Wakeem's dick inside without touching. Wakeem thrust forward and wiggled his hips to be sure his friend had a taste. Kendall pulled away, spitting, as if he had something terrible in his mouth. Just then we heard the garage door. "Shit! My parents are home." Everybody scrambled into their clothes, my eyes on Trent the whole time, and went downstairs looking like the innocent angels we are. "Did you boys have fun today? What did you do?" Mom asked. "Just played cards and fooled around," I answered honestly. If she knew I'd kissed three dicks, she'd shit a brick. Wakeem and Kendall left, so I asked my mom if Trent could spend the night. It was early summer, so sleepovers are common. I'd spent the night at his house the day before. "It's ok with me, but ask his father." Trent's parents are divorced, and he lives with his dad. He hasn't seen his mom in like three years. He lives just a few houses down my street, so we walked down and asked. His dad said ok, so he grabbed a backpack and put some clothes in it. Back at my house, Mom said she didn't feel like cooking tonight and said she would order pizza later. Trent and I went back to my room. "Kendall's crazy." Trent said as we picked up the cards that were still scattered on the floor. "Do you mean the strip poker idea?" "Yeah. That was crazy. Four of us stripping... " he chuckled. "But it was kinda fun too," I said. Then added, "I didn't know you have such a big dick." "I was kinda embarrassed for the guys to see it." "I don't think they did. Only me." "I didn't mind you seeing it. You're my best friend," Trent admitted. "It's funny, all the time we've been friends, we've never been naked together. I mean, we've changed clothes in the same room, but only to our underwear," I pointed out. "Yeah, that is weird. Do you think most best friends have seen each other naked? Do you suppose Kendall and Wakeem had seen each other before?" "I think most do, don't you?" I answered, hoping he'd take the hint. "Yeah, probably. Um... You didn't mind kissing their dicks?" "Well, it is only skin. Like kissing their hand, and it was just a quick peck. I hardly even felt it on my lips." "But you did mine longer and I felt your tongue on me." "I only did that for you, not them. You're my best friend," I explained. "So, you held my dick in your hand and licked and kissed it, and I didn't even get to see yours," Trent said, sounding disappointed. He had handed me the cards he'd picked up. I looked at the cards and then him. "We could play again. Just the two of us." Trent smiled really big. "Or we could just skip to the stripping part." We were out of our clothes in seconds. "Man. I can't believe how big your dick is," I told him as I reached for it. It was at least two inches longer and seemed twice as thick as mine. "I guess I get it from my dad," he replied, taking hold of mine. "You've seen your dad's dick?" "Yeah. I saw him jerking off a couple of times," Trent admitted. "So... Do you jerk off?" I asked as I stroked his dick a couple of times. "Yeah. Do you?" In answer, I nudged him backward onto the bed, and stroked him faster. I couldn't believe how good his dick felt in my hand. So different than mine, longer and thicker. Trent lay back and moaned. I got my first good look at his balls. They were bigger than mine too. I watched them jiggle as I stroked his dick. He suddenly moaned out, "Getting close...." His balls drew up close to his dick, his belly tightened, and he grunted, as a stream of cum erupted from his dick. Followed closely by a second and third shots. His chest was covered in cum when he finally stopped convulsing. He shoots a lot more than I do. I let go of his dick and reached for some tissues. As I cleaned off his chest, I couldn't help but to admire his big dick, laying on his belly pulsing with his heartbeat. It looked so manly and desirable. "Can I do you now?" he asked. I practically threw myself backwards on the bed. Trent's hand wrapped around my dick leaving only the head and about an inch visible. His fingers felt good on me and he started stroking at just the right tempo. I absentmindedly reached for his dick. When my fingers touched it, Trent leaned toward me to give me easier access. Having his dick in my hand was both comforting and exciting. Comforting, because his allowing me meant he was okay with this, exciting because it was something I've dreamed of for a long time. It was like the best porn, only live, and it caused me to blow my load in record time. Trent grabbed some tissues and cleaned me. "You have a nice dick Bobby." "I like yours too," I replied. "I can tell," he said, glancing to where my fingers still clutched his cock. "I'm sorry," I said, releasing my grip on him. "I wasn't complaining." His smile told me it was more than alright. So, I wrapped my fingers around it again. "It's just so beautiful. I can't help wanting to play with it." "What kind of pizza do you boys want?" We heard Mom yell. We quickly got dressed and went downstairs before Mom came to look for us. We ate pizza and watched tv, then went back to my room. I closed the door and turned out the light. We had slept together in our underwear many times, but I stripped completely, and climbed in. Through the darkness I heard Trent whisper, "Are you okay with what happened?" "A little worried I guess. We've been friends for a long time, and I don't want to lose that. But... " "But?" "But I liked it." "I did too. Do you think we can be friends and still do stuff?" he asked. "Yeah. But wouldn't that make us like.... Boyfriends?" "Yeah, I guess. Is that alright?" I hope he couldn't hear my heart's rapid fire beating. "Yes." Trent scooted closer to me. Then I could feel the warmth of his face right above my face, and his lips lightly touched mine. I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him closer. The kiss turned passionate, and his hand found my dick. My fingers wrapped around his dick and my first thought was `My boyfriend's got a big dick.' We stroked each other as we kissed. It was awkward, but that didn't matter, we were both so turned on neither of us were going to last long. I spurted first, and that set off Trent. I easily found the tissues in the dark, not the first time for that. I offered some to Trent, thinking he'd clean himself. Instead, he cleaned me. While he was doing that, I ran my tongue through his cum on my fingers. Another dream come true. I was dizzy as I wiped up the rest from his belly. We laid down and held hands. "So, we're really doing this? Boyfriends I mean?" Trent asked. "Yeah, I think so." "Just one thing though. No more kissing other guy's dicks." "I promise," I said smiling to myself. He implied I could still kiss his dick though. I had never slept so contentedly. All the times we had slept together before, was not intimate, this certainly was. The other times I was so keyed up praying something would happen but it never did. In the morning, we went to the bathroom and peed together, another first. Then we showered together. There was a lot of kissing and groping, but not to completion. As we were drying off, we heard my mom at the door. "Boys, breakfast is ready." When I heard her going down the stairs, we dashed to my room and dressed. I was a little embarrassed to face her. She knew her son was naked in the shower with another naked boy. She smiled when we walked in, and without a word, served us pancakes and eggs. We met up with Kendall and Kareem at the school outdoor basketball court. I'm not very good, but Trent and I beat them by two points. We found out Kareem stayed at Kendall's house last night. I wondered if they had as much fun as Trent and I did. Afterward we all went to McD's for drinks. I noticed they were sitting really close together, and nudged Trent. Kendall's left hand was below the table, as was Kareem's right hand. I stretched and leaned way back, far enough to see under the table. They were holding hands. When I sat up again, my elbow was touching Trent's. So I slid my hand near his and then entwined our fingers. Kendall's face lit up. "You guys, too? Now aren't you glad we played strip poker?" "Yeah, but I'm not allowed to kiss anybody else's dick now." I said, smiling at Trent. "That's ok, Kareem did a lot more than kiss mine last night," Kendall noted. "I hope you did too," Trent said. "Yeah, but he can't cum yet." Kendall replied. Which earned him a jab to the ribs. "You didn't have to tell them." Kareem groused. "It's okay, they won't tell anyone. Besides, I think it's cute," Kendall defended, smiling at his boyfriend. It may have been a time for sharing, but I wasn't about to share that my boyfriend was hung. When we were back at my house, Mom was out, and Dad was still at work. We went straight to my room. "I'm glad we told them," I said as I pulled off my shirt. "Me too. They're our friends, and at least we won't have to hide it from them." "Kendall said that Kareem did more than just kiss it. Do you think he... you know... sucked it?" I asked Trent "That's the impression I got." We were both naked by then. I kissed him as I stroked his dick. "Can I suck yours?" "Only if I get to suck yours too." We fell onto the bed, and I was immediately between his legs. I had never sucked a dick before, but I have dreamed of this moment for so long, I was going to make it the best blow job of his life. I first licked the fat head, then I licked his big balls. Trent was moaning and squirming around as I licked up the length of his dick, and took his knob into my mouth. My fist was wrapped around the base, and still more than half of it protruded above my hand. I sucked all that was exposed, sliding up and down the shaft, and swirling my tongue around the glans. "Oh Jesus Bobby, you do that so good," Trent moaned. I was thrilled that my boyfriend enjoyed what I was doing to him. I was a little scared, because I remembered how much he cums. I wondered if I could handle it all. I knew I wanted to taste it, something else I had dreamed of. I had every intention of swallowing his load. I bobbed my head up and down his beautiful cock as fast as I could. I moved my hand away to see how much I could take. I didn't get close to taking it all. My boyfriend has a big cock, and I love it. I continued to work on him, enjoying it as much as he did. "I'm gonna cum... Oh... Bobby, I'm cumming." His cum filled my mouth quickly. I swallowed just as more gushed in. Just the thought of Trent cumming in my mouth made my own dick leak. I loved the sweet salty taste of his cream. When I finally let it out of my mouth, I couldn't stop staring at it. There's something about seeing a spent cock, knowing it left cum in you, and gave both of you pleasure. Suddenly the thought of seeing it after it exited my ass was very appealing. I wanted to look at it while feeling his cum in my butt. "My turn," Trent said as he reached for my dick. "You don't have to do it." "I want to do it. You're my boyfriend," Trent said with a smile. He had me stand in front of him as he sat on the bed. He gripped my butt cheeks and drew me into his mouth. I only barely reached the back of his mouth, but he sucked it like a pro. His hands on my butt guided me back and forth in a fucking motion, sliding my dick in and out of his mouth. He seemed to be liking it as much as I was, and I quickly got to the bursting point. I don't shoot as much as he does, but when I slid out of his mouth, he smacked his lips and said, "Delicious." I leaned down and kissed him, I could taste my cum on his tongue, and I'm sure he could taste his own. His arms went around me and we kissed for probably five minutes. "I've wanted this for so long, Bobby. You're incredible. You make me so happy," Trent whispered in my ear. "You make me happy too," I replied. We got dressed and I walked back to his house with him. We thought we would ask if he could spend the night again. It usually wasn't a problem, but kids always have to get permission. We opened the door, and heard a man's voice say, "Oh yeah... Fuck me hard Richard." We stopped dead in our tracks, looking at each other in confusion. Trent motioned for me to stay where I was. I wasn't about to move anyway. He crept up the stairs just far enough to see into his dad's bedroom. The look on his face told me everything I needed to know. He came down slowly and pushed me out the still open door. "Who was it?" I asked once outside. "His name is Mark. He and my dad met at one of those single father support groups right after my mom left. They've been friends since. I just didn't know how close they've become," he said looking a little worried and confused. "Hey, lighten up. At least he can't say anything about us." It seemed to help some, but he was still a little upset. I guess I can understand why. Suddenly the door burst open, and Trent's dad was standing there. He was wearing just his shorts. "Trent!" he hollered, then saw us standing there. "Oh uh... Hi Bobby. Trent, can we talk?" "I'll catch up with you later Bobby." "Sure, Man. Later." As I walked home all I could think about was that there was going to be one interesting conversation at that house tonight. I was walking on air the rest of the night. Even my Mom asked me why I was grinning so much. I thought about telling her that my boyfriend was hung and I loved the taste of his cum, but I didn't think she'd take it too well. I couldn't wait to see Trent the next day. I had completely forgotten about our discovery until I was walking over there. I rang the bell, and Trent opened the door almost immediately. I could tell by his expression something was bothering him. He guided me toward the sidewalk and we turned toward Kendall's house. "Mark had seen me on the stairs, and told Dad. That's why he rushed out the door yesterday. He wanted to catch up to me and talk. So I had a long talk with my dad last night, after Mark left that is. He said they had become really close. Yeah, that was a bit of an understatement. Anyway, he said he had discovered some things about himself, and he hoped I would be understanding about it. I told him not to worry about it, because I think I'm gay. He said thank god, because he was afraid I was going to hate him. I told him I didn't hate him. He said my being gay made the next thing easier for him to tell me. Mark is moving in with us. Can you believe that? My father's gay lover is going to be living in our house." This worried me some. "I guess it sorta gives us a green light to do what we want, but I hope my parents don't find out. They may not be as understanding and not let me be over there. So let's keep it from them as long as we can. If they don't find out for a year, I can just say `Well he's been there a year and you never complained before, and I haven't caught any disease or anything.' Of course if they find out that we're boyfriends, they'll blame your dad." "Okay, but you don't think it's odd, my dad having a live-in boyfriend? I mean I always thought my dad was straight. I wonder if that is why Mom left." "I guess the only way you'll find that out is by asking her, and you haven't seen her in years." We went to Kendall"s house, Wakeem was there, no surprise. Kendall told his mom we were going to play on his xbox and we went upstairs. As soon as the door was closed behind us, they started making out like long lost lovers. It was kind of sickening to watch as they slobbered all over each other's face. I hoped Trent and I didn't look like that. But since they were preoccupied and obviously not interested in xbox, Trent and I started kissing too. I was hard instantly, and I could see that Kendall and Wakeem were too. I placed my hand on Trent's crotch and he wasn't the least bit hard. I rubbed on it for a while, but it didn't rise to the occasion. He was obviously upset by what was going on at home, and this face sucking party wasn't helping in the least. So I pried the two lovers apart. "Hey guys, are we going to play xbox, or have a fuck fest?" I asked. "I vote for fuck fest," Kendall replied, gripping his erection over his pants. "You're not fucking me in front of them," Wakeem objected. That put a picture in my head, and made me wonder how far their relationship had progressed. It had a similar effect on Trent. He stood and said, "I've got to go. I'll see you guys later." Trent was gone so quick, I had to run to catch up to him. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, just got a lot on my mind." "Anything I can help with?" "No. I just need to be alone," Trent replied, though I hope he didn't mean it the way it sounded. Like "Go away, you're bothering me." "Uh... Okay. If you need me, you know where I am." We didn't speak again until we reached his house. "See you later, Trent," I said to his back as he walked up to the front porch. He didn't reply, just opened the door, and went inside. I understood he was bothered by what was going on at home, so I thought I'd just give him some space. The next day I called his cell six times throughout the day. He didn't answer. At bedtime, I texted him like I have every night since we both got cell phones for Christmas over a year ago. He didn't reply. When I texted him the next day, he replied with three angry face emojis. I was shattered. What had I done to make him angry? I thought we were boyfriends. Now we're... what? Enemies? I texted Kendall to see if he had heard from Trent. He hadn't, and he said that Wakeem hadn't either. I guess Wakeem was there. I tried countless times to contact him with no luck. Even when I went to his house, he didn't come to the door. I had never been so sad in my life. I had lost my best friend and boyfriend in one fell swoop, and I didn't know why. The following Saturday, I was moping around on my front porch, not wanting to see the two lovebirds (Kendall and Wakeem) and be reminded of what I had lost. Then I see Richard's car pull into their driveway. Richard and another guy, I'm assuming Mark, got out of the front, and Trent and another boy got out of the back. The boy was older, and attractive I guess, from a distance. The boy waited for Trent to walk around the car, then he put his arm around Trent's shoulder and walked with him up to the door. Was that what was wrong? Did Trent have another boyfriend? I was crushed again. I mean, we were best friends long before we were boyfriends. Couldn't we still be friends? Why haven't I heard anything about this boy? I went to my room and cried until I fell asleep. I woke up around 10 o'clock, over the hurt stage, now I was angry. Another text to Trent would make me feel a lot better. "So you have another boyfriend. I thought we were friends. I thought I meant something to you. You could have told me to my face, instead of being a cowardly piece of shit!! GO FUCK YOURSELF ASSHOLE!!" The instant I hit SEND, I regretted it. It was out there now. I couldn't catch it and bring it back. It would be like trying to catch a fart and paint it green. It was only fifteen or twenty seconds later when I received a text. My phone's screen was filled with crying, sad face emojis. What the fuck did that mean? So I texted back. "WTF" His reply. "We need to talk." "No shit Sherlock." I sent in exasperation. "Meet me at the swingset at the elementary school." I was out the door in a flash. I didn't see him on the way, and when he hadn't show up after ten minutes, I thought he was just fucking with me. Dragging my ass out in the middle of the night, just for a laugh, I bet. I relived all the hurt again, sitting on that kids swing, crying and kicking the dirt beneath my feet. I didn't hear him ride up on his bike. Suddenly these arms slid around me, scaring the shit out of me. I jumped up and turned around to see him grinning at me. "What the fuck, Dude? Why'd you do that? I hate you!" He looked like I'd just stabbed him in the heart and pissed on his dog while he died. "W...Why? And why did you send me that awful text?" "All I get is an angry text from you, and then you ignore me for like a week." "I didn't send you an angry text. It must have been Clay." "Clay? Is that your new boyfriend's name?" I said in a sing-songy taunting manner. "He's not my boyfriend!!" "Well, you two seemed awfully chummy this afternoon when I saw you." "You... You don't understand," Trent said and broke down in tears. I realized I didn't hate him. He was my friend and he was hurting. I put my arms around him. "What's wrong Trent? Please tell me." "It's been awful," Trent replied. I could feel him shaking like a leaf. "Dad took us up to the lake cabin to get acquainted." "You and Clay?" "And Mark. Clay is Mark's son. I was going to text you to let you know where I was, but I couldn't find my phone. I looked everywhere. I thought I had left it at home. I couldn't ask my dad to go back for it, it's a three hour drive one way. And anyway he said it would be good for me to get away from electronics for awhile. Then it miraculously showed up in the car on the way home. I know I searched that car, and it wasn't there. "That first night Clay asked me who Bobby was. I told him you're my best friend. He said "Not anymore. Now I'm your best friend. I heard your dad tell my dad that you said you are gay. Well, I'm gonna be your best friend, and let you succk my dick." I said I didn't want to suck his dick. He said, "You will or I'll tell your dad I found this bag of drugs on you. Then I'll put it on all the social media that you and Bobby are gay lovers." He had a big bag of pills and powdered stuff. My dad is the district attorney, he can't have a criminal son, it'd ruin him. And we haven't talked about telling anyone about us, so I couldn't let him do that to you." Trent got real quiet other than sobbing. He finally looked at me and bellowed, "Bobby, I sucked his dick. Every day, two or three times a day, he made me suck his dick. He told our dads he and I were boyfriends. He even groped my junk in front of them. They thought it was cute that father and son had father and son boyfriends. "I'm sorry Bobby. I didn't want to suck him. I only want to suck your dick. You've got to believe me, Bobby!" "I believe you." "What am I gonna do? Dad and Mark are going to some peach festival tomorrow, I know he's gonna make me suck his dick all day." "Let me think about it a minute... Okay, we've got to get him to admit they're not your drugs. When your dad and Mark leave, Clay will probably make his move on you. I'll be in your closet with my phone recording it. All you have to do is get him to admit they're not your drugs." "How will you get in my closet without anyone seeing you?" "You had to sneak out tonight right? I'll sneak back in with you, and stay in the closet all night if I have to. I'll do anything for you, Trent." "What if he won't admit it and I have to suck his dick again?" "Well, it won't be the first time you've done it. You'll just have to keep trying until he does admit it." "You'll be okay watching me suck another boy's dick?" Trent asked, a little surprised. "I won't like it, but if it gets you free of him then I can handle it. Once he admits it, we'll threaten to show your dad if he doesn't leave you alone." "I don't want to screw up my dad's relationship just because Clay's a blackmailing rapist." "Clay doesn't know that. He only has to think we'll show your dad. Then he won't have anything on you to blackmail you with." "What about outing us on social media?" "He won't do that because he'll be outing his dad and himself, Plus his dad will find out about the bag of drugs he has." "Okay. I guess it'll work. Thanks Bobby. I owe you big time." "Yes, and I plan to collect," I replied wiggling my eyebrows at him. We went back to Trent's house, and he quietly opened the backdoor. He went in first to be sure the coast was clear, then came and got me. In his room he said, "You don't have to sleep in the closet, there's room for you in my bed." "Much as I would like that, it's too easy to get caught. I'll take you up on that later." It wasn't very comfortable sitting in the corner on the floor, leaning my back against one wall, and my head against another, but I did manage to fall asleep. Of course I watched Trent undress to his underwear before he climbed into bed. My erection made me even more uncomfortable, because I didn't think I should jerk off in my boyfriend's closet. Wait, I'm gay and in a closet. How fitting. There was a light knocking on the door that woke me. I was trying to get the cramp out of my neck as I heard Trent's father. "We're leaving, Son." Trent jumped from his bed to give his dad a hug. "Have a good time, Dad. Love you." Richard looked down at his son's morning wood straining his underwear. "Love you too, Son. You boys have fun, but don't wear Clay out," he said with a lecherous grin. "Dad! Please, it's not like that." Trent said exasperated. "Whatever you say, Son. See you when we get back." Trent followed his dad out of the bedroom, then I heard him in the hall bathroom, when he flushed the toilet. It only reminded me of how bad I needed to pee, but couldn't take the risk of being seen. Then I heard Trent say, "What do you want?" He came into the bedroom followed by another boy. He looked around sixteen, fairly attractive, other than a slight case of acne. I got out my phone and started recording. "I brought you a peace offering," he said as he handed a glass of orange juice to Trent, keeping a second glass for himself. "Peace offering?" Trent asked. "Yeah. We're going to be living together, we should try to get along. Cheers." He tilted his glass back and downed its contents. Trent eyed him suspiciously as he tilted his own glass back consuming half of its contents. "I know we had a rough start, but I want to make it up to you." "Make it up to me how?" Trent asked, still suspicious. "Finish your juice so I can take the glass back to the kitchen." Trent finished off the juice and handed the glass to Clay. "I have a couple of friends coming over later. We'll hang out, play some games. It'll be fun," Clay said as he headed out of the bedroom with the glasses. Trent looked towards the closet and shrugged his shoulders. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a tee shirt from his dresser, and started to get dressed, when Clay came back in. Clay had been wearing shorts and a tee shirt, now he was only in his underwear. I couldn't see much, but he looked bigger than me. "No need to get dressed, Trent. It's just us here. I've seen you in your undies before, and I know you've seen my dick," he chuckled. Trent continued to try to put on his jeans, and Clay jerked them from his hands. "I said you don't need to get dressed," he said with a threatening edge to his voice. "What's your problem, Clay? I thought you wanted us to get along." "Oh, we're going to get along just fine. Now get down on your knees and suck my cock." "What the fuck, Clay?" Trent said as Clay made a grab for him. Then he kind of swayed around a little. "What... what's..." "That would be the rohypnol kicking in. Don't worry though, it's just enough to make you more pliable. Combined with the Ecstasy, you're gonna have a lot of fun today." "I... don't ... drugs," Trent mumbled, shaking his head. I considered coming out, but Clay hadn't actually said the drugs were his. As I pondered this Clay was busy taking off his underwear. I could see that his dick was about an inch longer than mine, and quite a bit thicker. Not as big as Trent's though. By now Trent wasn't able to stand. Clay laid him on the bed face down, with only his top half on the bed, then left the room. I started to come out again, but Clay returned. He had a bottle in his hand and was rubbing something on his dick He tossed the bottle on the bed, then pulled Trent's underwear down. He lined up his dick with Trent's hole. "You're not going to like this at first, but you will, you little faggot." I was feeling around in the closet for a weapon, when I heard Trent groan loudly. I looked back and saw Clay pumping his cock in and out of Trent's ass. I couldn't believe I was watching my boyfriend get fucked. "You like that, faggot?" he asked as he continued to fuck Trent. " When my friends get here, we're gonna have a lot of fun with you. We're gonna do some meth," he pumped Trent hard, "don't worry, my dad has enough to keep you happy. He sells it for King Mustaffa. He can't wait to try this tight little ass too." I finally found something hard in the closet. I burst into the room, and smacked Clay over the head with it. He dropped like a rock, dragging his cock from Trent's ass as he fell to the floor. I grabbed Trent's phone off the nightstand and searched his contacts for his dad's number. "Hey, Son. I'm driving and can't talk." "Wait! Sir, it's Bobby. You need to get home right now. It's an emergency." I looked at Clay's crumpled body. His head was bleeding, and I realized I had hit him with a hockey stick. I didn't know Trent played hockey, much less owned a stick. I looked at Trent. He was still face down on the bed, greasy looking butt, underwear at his ankles. He wouldn't want his dad to see him like that, so I pulled his briefs up, and struggled to get the rest of him on the bed. Trent's head sorta rolled around until he could halfway focus on my face. "Thanks Bobby." I leaned him against my side, and put my arm around him. "Shh... Rest. Your dad will be here soon." I lay there with Trent for at least fifteen minutes, wondering if Clay was alive. Would I go to jail for killing him? Maybe Richard would recommend a good lawyer. And shit, my parents age gonna be pissed at me. Staying out all night, then killing someone. If I don't go to jail, I'll be grounded until I collect social security. Richard and Mark finally showed up. "What's going... " Richard started then saw Clay on the floor. "What did you do to my boy?" cried Mark. "He was fucking Trent, so I hit him with that," I said, pointing at the broken hockey stick. Richard was on his phone dialing 911. "Send an ambulance to 1434 Trinity Lane... It's a head injury... Yes he's breathing. Thanks" "Well, Um Bobby... Um... Clay and Trent... have a relationship," Richard said, trying to handle it gently. Trent raised his wobbly head. "Unt uh." Then he patted my chest and mumbled "Boyfriend." Richard just realizing the state his son was in asked, "What's wrong with him?" I peeled myself away from Trent. "May I speak to you in private, Sir?" I led him downstairs and showed him the video. It was pretty shaky, and some dark places where I was searching for a weapon, but the audio was still there. His face was a mask of shock and anger. He pulled out his cell phone again and started to dial, when the doorbell rang. He quickly opened it assuming it was the ambulance. There were two uniformed police officers at the door. "I didn't even call you yet," Richard remarked. "Sir, we were just down the street where a boy is reported missing. His parents say he's friends with your son. We were wondering if you've seen Bobby." Richard looked at me. "You're missing?" "I've been here all night." "This just keeps getting better," Richard sighed. Then the ambulance rounded the corner with its siren blaring. Neighbors start coming out of their houses. I look down the street and my parents are sprinting towards us. "Upstairs, second bedroom on the left," Richard directs the EMS guys. Then joins me as I head to meet my parents. "Oh thank God," my mom says as she wraps her arms around me. "Where the hell have you been. You've got a lot of explaining to do young man," my father adds. "Apparently he stayed at my house last night. I just found out myself. And I'm very grateful he did. He may have saved my son's life," Richard said in my defence. Then he turned and whistled for the two officers. "Do you know who I am?" "Yes, Sir." The boy that is injured and his father should be placed under arrest. You take the father and arrange for someone to pick up the boy after he's been treated at the hospital. Also call for another ambulance for my son." The first ambulance was just leaving when the second arrived. I was holding Trent's hand as they wheeled him to the ambulance. He wouldn't let go of me so I was allowed to ride with him. At the hospital, I told the doctors what Trent had been given. Then my parents and Richard showed up. Shit, I guess I have to face them eventually. While Richard went to check on his son, my dad said, "Do you want to tell us what is going on?" "Not really," I muttered to the ground. "Then at least tell us what happened," Mom prodded. "It's kinda personal, and it would be best if I didn't tell you. It would be embarrassing for Trent and his father, and to me too, I guess." "Richard said you saved them from a sticky and dangerous situation. Can I assume by sticky he was referring to the embarrassing part?" Dad asked. I nodded at the ground again, not wanting to meet their disappointed glare. "Does this embarrassment have anything to do with yours and Trent's relationship?" Shit. Tears started running down my cheeks as I merely nodded again. "Is this embarrassment based on assuming we would be ashamed of you?" "I'm sorry, Dad," I wailed. "Sorry for what exactly? For saving your friend's life? For caring for another human being? Or maybe for underestimating your parents love for you." I'm sure I misunderstood what he just said. I was staring at them with my mouth agape. "Bobby, we've known for a while now that you and Trent have a `special' friendship. It's hard to miss the way you two look at each other." Richard returned. "They're pushing fluids into him. It will take a few hours to flush the drugs from his system, but he'll be fine. Bobby, I'm sure he'd like to see you when he comes out of it." He turned to my parents. "I can bring him home later if that's okay with you." Dad nodded and ruffled my hair. Mom kissed my cheek, and they were gone. "About the other thing. There was some minor tearing, but nothing permanent. Can I ask... Do you know if this was his first time?" "Yes, Sir." "Well, you know it shouldn't have any bearing on your relationship. I mean, it was hardly his choice, and..." "Don't worry, Sir. It doesn't bother me in the least," I replied, and it was mostly true. "I may have to make a deal with Mark, in trade for his testimony against King Mustaffa. He's the biggest drug dealer in town, and we've never been able to get anything to stick to him. But I promise you, Clay will pay for what he did. And some policemen are waiting for his friends to show up there. It's not going to be the party they are expecting." I was beside Trent, holding his hand, when he came around. He had trouble focusing on my face, but when he did, he smiled at me. It was after eight that night when we finally got him home. I called my parents and asked if I could stay over. "Of course sweety," my mom answered. Richard made some egg salad sandwiches. I think those were the best sandwiches I ever had. Maybe it was because I was starved, or maybe just relieved that Trent was okay. Trent thanked me with a great blow job that night. He'd had a lot of practice since the last time, which made me a little self conscious. Clay's dick was bigger than mine, and I couldn't get that picture out of my mind. "I'm sorry I'm not as big as Clay," I told Trent as he bobbed up and down on me. "It's you I want. I would prefer to never hear his name again," Trent replied. I could hear the angry edge to his voice, and immediately regretted saying it. I tried to relax, and enjoy what he was doing to me, eventually cumming in his mouth. When I offered to return the favor, he said no. This bothered me because a relationship should be a give and take situation. We fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me, so I felt he still loved me. I woke up with his arms still around me. He was spooned behind me with his morning wood in my butt crack. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, and saw it was only seven thirty. Then I noticed the bottle of lube that Clay had used sitting next to the clock. I took the bottle, and poured some in the palm of my hand, then reached behind me. I grasped Trent's cock and slathered the lube all over it. He moaned as my hand worked up and down its length, covering it in lube. I would probably never be this brave again, so it was now or never. I aimed his dick at my hole and pushed back on it. I could feel his fat knob stretching my pucker, and pressed back harder. It finally penetrated my defences and popped in. It hurt like a mother fucker, but I wasn't going to stop. Pressing back against him, his big cock continued to stretch my tunnel further and further. Suddenly the last few inches slid in, causing me to moan loudly. Trent woke up and tightened his arms around me. "Morning Bobby." I slid forward a few inches then back and moaned "Morning." That's when Trent realized his cock was buried in me. "Oh fuck!" "Yes. Fuck," I said, moving back and forth again. He wrapped his arms tighter around me,thrusting in and out slowly. "You feel so good, Bobby." "So do you... God, so good.... I knew you would." He rolled us over onto my stomach and began pumping me faster. I was moaning and grunting with each thrust, loving the way his cock felt in my chute. Neither of us heard the door open, and Trent didn't stop pumping my ass when Richard said, "Breakfast in... well, when you finish." "Your dad saw...oh... you fucking um me." "Yeah, how hot is that." "Mmm yeah." Trent claimed my ass his, and dumped a huge load in me. I shot cum on his bed without touching myself. I could feel his cock shrinking inside me, and he pulled out. Rolling to the side of me he said, "I hope that wasn't a one time thing." "Absolutely not." "In a couple of days, I want you to do me," Trent said. "I'm not as big as... well, you know." "I don't even remember him being there, and I want you to be my first." I didn't really believe he couldn't remember, but I let it slide. He probably just wanted to save our relationship, which was fine with me. I did too. We sat down to eat and Richard served us pancakes. None of us spoke about what happened, until Trent said, "Dad, I think there's an anaconda in your pants." Richard looked down at his very large and obvious erection. "Sorry boys, but that was the most beautiful and sexiest thing I've ever seen." Trent replied, "Pervert. If you double my allowance, I'll let you watch again." And we all three had a good laugh. But I think he was only half joking. And I kinda felt bad for Richard, having seen us like that, knowing he was going to have to prosecute his ex boyfriend. We went to Kendall's house, of course Wakeem was there. In his room, Kendall said, "Man, you guys have got to try fucking, it's the best. Of course we have to teach this darkie how to shoot a load, but it's great." "Yes suh, I be tryin' real hard fer you suh. Cracker, you didn't complain last night,and you only drizzle out a couple of drops." Wakeem responded. "That's because you drain me as fast as I can make it. Four times yesterday, and twice already today. Hey, maybe your dad will take us up to the lake cabin. We can go skinny dipping." I didn't think Trent wanted to be reminded of how many times he'd sucked Clay's cock at that cabin, but he only replied "Yeah. Maybe." "You're just freeloading white trailer trash." Wakeem threw at Kendall. "But you love me. Come here and wrap those big lips around my dick." Trent and I just looked at each other and shrugged. Some things never change. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments to unicorn2012111@gmail.com Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Thank you for taking the time to send feedback to the author. 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