Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2011 16:21:38 -0700 From: Ian Bridge Subject: Naked In The Night Part Five Readers Warning; The following is a work of fiction, though inspired by actual events. The Story contains elements of sexual play between young boys, aged 12 - 13. If the subject matter offends you, or in not to your taste, or if you are a minor and under the legal age, then you should read no further. Story written and posted by This Boy's Life Part Four Recap: Conner, who was 13, had come to the rescue, and befriended another boy, Dakota, who was 12. Dakota had revealed that he believed he was gay, though he'd never acted on it before. The two boys definitely liked each other, but were too shy to admit to the other, that they had some kind of feelings for each other. They had shared a kiss, but nothing else. Dakota, having just had his annual physical; went home and explored his own body, and now was determined to find out if Conner wanted to 'play'. Naked In The Night Part Five / Big Boys Don't Cry When Dakota woke from his short nap, he lay there thinking about his recent experience, and decided once more that he would talk openly with Conner, about the two of them doing more than just the innocent kiss. He wanted to explore his young, budding sexuality; for real this time. He sat up, then slid off his bed and scooped up his discarded underwear off the floor. Quickly he pulled them on, and slipped into a tee shirt and shorts. He fished his cell phone from his pocket, and after sitting tentatively staring at it for a minute, he dialed Conner's number. The phone rang a few times, and finally Conner's friendly voice filled his ear. "Hey Kota." he answered, the caller ID had tipped him off. "Hey Conner." Kota offered in a cheerful voice. "So what's up dude?" "Not much. Just thought I'd call you." He replied, now a bit timid on what to say. "So... How did your Doctor's appointment go?" Conner asked. "Did he stick his pinky in your stinky?" "Huh..." Kota didn't get it, then... "Oh... That." he laughed. "Ya, I'm pretty sure he went in all the way to his wrist. Then he bottomed out." "Bottomed out..." Conner laughed, "That's a good one." Both boys laughed a bit. "So, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tomorrow. Maybe I could spend the night or something." "Sure, that's cool. Let me ask my mom." Conner replied, and Kota could hear him holler out. "Mommm... Can Dakota spend the night tomorrow?" A few seconds passed, and he only heard muffled conversation. Then Conner came back on, "Ya dude, you can spend the night." "Great." Kota said, a bit relieved. "Besides, I wanna' talk to you about something." "Sure, what's up?" Conner asked. "Um, no, not now... I mean tomorrow when I come over." He said. "Oh... Okay. What's it a secret or somthin?" "No. I mean, not really. I just want to talk to you in private." Kota was feeling nervous now. His hands were actually shaking a bit. "Ok. Well, you wanna' come over around ten? My parents will be gone to work, and Daniel works with his girl friend at Water Works all day. This was a local water park; typical wave pool, water slides and such. "Hey, maybe we could even go there later if you wanna' swim and stuff." "Ya, ok. Well I'll come over at ten then. That's cool." The boys talked for another minute, and then hung up. Dakota's mom called up to him that dinner would be ready in a few minutes. He realized then that he was hungry; he hadn't eaten anything since the bowl of cereal that he had at Conner's that morning. He hustled downstairs to help his mom with dinner, and oh ya, ask if he could go to Conner's house tomorrow. Conner was sitting in his bedroom, and after he hung up with Kota, he began to think about him. He had also wanted to 'fool' around with Dakota a little, but he had totally chickened out that morning. He thought about their little kiss again, and how it had really excited him. Plus, knowing that Dakota was probably gay; it shouldn't have been so hard for him to suggest they try some other stuff. Maybe with another sleep over, he'd get up the guts to suggest it. Of course, that's what he thought last time as well. Just then, his cell phone rang again. This time it was his friend David, from his soccer team. "Hi Davey, what's going on?" He asked cheerfully as he answered the phone. "Davey? Since when do you call me Davey?" David asked quizzically. "Well, I could call you Sally if you want." Conner laughed. "You're a dork, you know that?! You wanna' kick a ball around for awhile?" David asked. "I can't dude. Dinner's in half an hour. Maybe later though. Or come over in the morning if you want, we can shoot hoops or something. Dakota's coming over around ten, so, we can all hang out for awhile." Conner suggested. "I guess. Ok, well, I'll see you then. Talk to you tomorrow, Connie..." David laughed. "Now who's the dork?" They laughed, called each other a few other names, and hung up. * * * * * * * * The following morning around nine, David went over to Conner's house. He knew his parents had already gone to work, but since they had been best friends for many years, David just let himself in. He called out, but no one answered, so he went up the stairs, and down the hall to Conner's room. He twisted the doorknob, and peeked inside. Conner was still lying in bed, sound asleep. A big grin crossed David's face, and he quietly crept into the bedroom. Conner was lying on his back, sprawled over the bed with his head near the edge. Still grinning, David undid the button of his own shorts, and pulled them and his underwear down over his butt cheeks. Quietly he snuck in close, turned himself around, and stuck his bare ass right near Conner's face. With little effort, he ripped a nasty fart that blew directly into Conner's face. It only took half a second, but Conner was startled awake by the sound and disgusting smell that washed over him. "Ohhhh..... Fuck... What the... That's just so friggen gross." he gagged and rolled across his bed, as David burst out laughing, and broke wind again in his joyful excitement. Conner, shook his head and wiped at his face as he crawled out of bed on the far side. "Nice..." David remarked, pointing at Conner, who was standing naked, with morning wood on the other side of the bed. "I didn't know farts turned you on like that." He chided. "Man... You're a dick." Conner grinned disgustedly at him, as he covered his hard on with his hand. He turned away, and opening his dresser drawer he grabbed up a clean pair of Calvin Klein's. He slipped into them, flipped off David, and walked into his bathroom to take a piss. He washed his face and hands, and walked back into his bedroom to get dressed. "Dude, you better go wipe after that nasty fart..." he said as he stepped into his cargo shorts. The boys walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Conner grabbed a pitcher of juice from the fridge, and took several gulps right from the container. He popped a couple of toaster pastries into the toaster and after they had warmed up, he handed one to David. In the hallway, he stepped sockless into his Sketchers. Then the boys went out to the driveway and gathered up his basketball to began shooting hoops. * * * * * * * * Dakota was up, and had eaten breakfast with his mother. She gave him a quick kiss, reminded him to behave when he spent the night at Conner's. Then she gave him ten bucks in spending money, and headed off to work. Kota was excited about going to Conner's, if not a little apprehensive about the 'talk' he planned to have with him. Quickly he cleaned up the breakfast dishes and went in to take a morning shower. though the thought occurred to him, he decided not to play around with himself. That, if everything worked out right, would happen later with his friend. About quarter till ten, he slung his backpack over his shoulder, hopped onto his bike and started riding slowly to Conner's house. Several blocks down, he decided to cut across through the school grounds; because he could avoid having to ride up the hill this way. This however, proved to be his undoing. He went through the opening of the chain link fence, rode across the ball field, and rode along the backside of the gymnasium. The trouble started as he turned the corner into the covered atrium. Just as he did, two hands clamped down on his handle bars forcing him to stop. "Well, well well... Look what we have here. It's Queerdo, the faggot boy." Tim said. It was the older boy, Tim, from the sleepover. He was the one who had caused all the trouble at the mall; and the one who had tried to beat him up at the sleepover, and then had stripped him and chased him naked through the street. "What do you know about that?" Tim sneered, as he looked over at another boy, Craig; who had also been at the sleepover. "Where's your little protector; that Conner kid? He ain't around is he?" Tim spat, and pushed the bike over; spilling Dakota to the hard ground. Dakota tried to shuffle out from under the bike, but the other boy had moved in behind him, and grabbed his backpack to hold him down. "Leave me alone." Kota said, in a weak voice. "Ohh, whatsa' matter pussy." Tim mocked. "Afraid your gonna' get your faggot ass kicked? Well, you're right shit stick." Tim grabbed the front wheel of the bike and hurled it out of the way. The other boy hauled Kota to his feet with the back pack, and gave it a severe jerk. "Leave me alone." Dakota said again. "I've never bothered you... Just, just let me go." "Let me go..." Tim mocked in a whimpering baby voice. "Whaaaa... You gonna start crying now, homo..?" In fact, Kota was almost on the verge of tears. He fought them back though; he wasn't going to cry for them. Tim lashed out and slapped Kota viciously across the face, sending him sprawling. The other boy, Craig, hauled him back to his feet. With a wicked grin, that turned to a mean snarl, Tim slammed his fist into Dakota's stomach. The blow doubled him over, and left him sucking for breath. Craig then slung him to the ground with the backpack; and the two punks hovered over him. Dakota squinted up at them, still clutching his stomach. He was scared, and had no idea what he should do. "Why are you doing this?" he sputtered. "Why? Cause you're a faggot..." Craig said, and he laughed as he looked at Tim. Kota tried to get up, but Tim kicked him hard in the ass, and sent him sprawling onto the ground, scuffing his forehead, and the palms of his hands on the concrete. "Stop it..." Dakota tried. "If you beat me up, everyone will know. You'll get in trouble." The other boys laughed mockingly. "Ya, everyone will know your a homo." Tim said. He reached down and the two boys hauled him up to his feet. Tim swung hard and tried to slap him again, but instinctively Kota rolled back out of the way, and the older boy missed, causing him to loose his balance and stumble a bit. Craig laughed at this, which only pissed the other boy off. Angry, he lunged forward punching Kota hard in the stomach again. As Dakota doubled over, Tim slapped him wickedly across the face; leaving his ear ringing, and blood streaming from his nose. He spun away and fell to the ground. The other boy kicked him in the back, but fortunately Kota's backpack absorbed much of the impact. "I'm gonna be nice to you today," Tim gloated as he kicked Kota again. "Cause you're such a fuckin' wimp." He reached down and grabbed Kota by the hair, pulling him up to look in his face. "You tell anybody who did this, and we'll fuck you up so bad you'll think a train ran you down. Got it Queerdo?!" he yelled, then spat in Dakota's face, and roughly threw him back onto the ground. Kota lay there, hurting; hoping it was over. He heard the two punks say something in whispers, and the next thing he knew, something wet and warm was drenching him. He glanced sideways, and saw both boys standing there holding their dicks in their hands and pissing all over him. He turned his face away as they laughed at him, and finished. The two boys turned to walk off. Then picked up Kota's bike and tossed it at the wall. Dakota glanced at them as they high fived each other, and laughed. His tears did come now; now that they couldn't see them. He sat up on the concrete and wiped his arm across, under his nose, which was still bleeding. His body was soar, and he was disgusted at the wet smelly urine that soaked much of his clothes. He gathered himself for a minute, tilted his head back and breathed in slowly through his nose, trying to stop the flow. Finally he picked himself up, and limped over to his bike. The chain was off, the handle bars skewed to the left, and the front wheel was bent slightly. He began pushing it, walking the other way from the two punks. Dakota was angry, and scared. His mom was at work, and he didn't know if he should tell anyway, after what the two pricks had told him. With a dirty hand, he wiped a tear form his cheek, and started pushing his bike toward Conner's house. * * * * * * * * Conner pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to check the time. It was already half past ten, and he was a little surprised that Kota hadn't shown up yet. David tossed him the basketball, and the boys continued their game of one on one. They had been playing for an hour, and both boys were damp with sweat. David blocked one of Conner's shots, and as he turned to drive to the basket, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Conner looked at him, and could see he was staring at something back behind him. He turned to look, and opened his mouth at what he saw. Young Dakota was limping up the driveway, his bike was all askew, and there was blood all over his shirt and face. Conner immediately ran over to him and anxiously took hold of the boy's arm. "Kota... What the hell happened. Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned. "He must of crashed his bike into something." David said, as he hurried over and took the bike form Kota. The boy looked pathetic, scratched, bleeding, and virtually on the verge of tears. Conner held his arm, and helped him to the steps and sat him down. "What's that smell?" David asked, as he caught a whiff of the damp urine on Kota's clothes. Finally a tear did roll down Kota's cheek, leaving a glistening streak down his dirty face. "Kota, what happened." Conner repeated. the other boy looked at him sadly. "They... They beat me up." he mumbled. Concern, then anger flashed in Conner's eyes. "What? Who did this?" he demanded. Dakota looked up at him. "That kid from the mall; Tim. The one who chased me, and his asshole friend, Craig." "Two of them?" David said. "Fuckin' cowards... So why'd they do this? I don't..." But Conner cut him off. "We can talk about it later dude. Let's get Kota inside and take care of him." He helped Dakota to his feet, and walked him up the steps toward the front door. David rolled the bike up near the house, and leaned it against the hand railing. All three boys went inside. "Dude, really..." David asked, "What's that smell." Kota looked at him, almost embarrassed. "After they knocked me around, they... They both pissed all over me." Kota said shamefully. "Are you serious?" Conner said, more a statement than a question. He shook his head, and looked over at David. "Can you believe those fuck heads!" David helped Dakota take off his backpack, and Conner carefully pulled Kota's tee shirt up over his head. Kota slipped out of his shoes, and Conner stooped down to pull his socks off. Dakota fumbled with the button of his cargo shorts, unzipped, and let them fall to the floor. The boys could see a nice bruise already forming on his upper thigh, just below his butt cheek. "Shit, they did that too?" David remarked. "He kicked me pretty hard." Kota explained; and the two others looked at each other again, shaking their heads. "Dude, better pull off you undershorts too. They soaked you down pretty good." Conner told him. Dakota looked over at David, a bit shyly, but Conner assured him it was ok. Kota slipped his underwear down his legs, and timidly crossed his hands over his boy parts. Conner picked up the briefs, and pants, and handed everything to David. "Hey, will you go throw this stuff in the washing machine and get it started. I'll take him up to my bathroom." Conner suggested. David nodded, and headed off toward the laundry, while Conner led the naked boy upstairs to his room. "I'm sorry..." Kota said quietly. "What? Why would you be sorry?" Conner asked, with a confused smile. "Seems like you always have to rescue me. I didn't..." But Conner shook his head. and put his hands gently on the younger boy's shoulders, looking him in the eyes. "You're my friend." He said. "Friends take care of friends. This isn't going to happen again. I promise you that." He looked down at Kota's naked body. He could only imagine how vulnerable the younger boy must be feeling. "It's okay, and... And, well, it's okay that's all." With that he gently hugged the naked kid standing in front of him. Partly to reassure him, and partly because he wanted to. He walked Kota into the bathroom and adjusting the water temperature for him, he ushered him into the warm shower. Kota was happy to let the clear, clean water wash over him, and rinse the putrid feel of urine off himself. He poured shampoo into his hair, and began scrubbing it, and then gently began washing the dried blood from his face. Conner stood, with the shower door still open; he looked at the nasty bruise just below Kota's buttocks. Then he grabbed the bottle of body wash from the shower rack, and pouring it into his hand, he slowly started washing Dakota's backside. Kota looked over at him, a bit surprised; but Conner was very gentle, as he tenderly washed the bruised area and then timidly slid his hand over the rounded curves of his butt cheek, to wash it. This was not at all how Kota had imagined things would go, when he left to come over this morning. In spite of the situation, and the pain he was feeling, he could feel his boy part wanting to go stiff; Conner's soft warm hand felt so good as it cupped his flank. He looked at Conner again, and Conner looked at him. Suddenly, Conner totally blushed; and quickly handing the bottle of body wash to Kota, he smiled awkwardly and stepped back, closing the shower's glass door. "I'll, uh... Get you some fresh clothes." He mumbled. Conner walked out of the bathroom into his bedroom, and started gathering some clothes for Kota to wear. He thought about what he had just done, touching Kota's butt like that. It had just happened so naturally, but he knew for sure that he had really liked doing it. Just then David walked in from the hallway, interrupting his thoughts. They looked at each other, and David shook his head. "Is he alright?" He asked; and Conner nodded at him. "Ya, he'll be okay. Nasty bruise, a few scrapes and stuff." "So, I don't get it. This creep Tim has apparently picked on Kota before? I mean, what's he got against him?" "Not sure." Conner lied. "The prick just doesn't like him I guess." He was reluctant to tell David the secret that Dakota had shared with him the day before. It wasn't his place to tell. But, Dakota wasn't as reluctant. He walked out of the bathroom then, with a towel wrapped around his wet naked body; he was looking at the floor, and then he looked up at Conner. "It's okay, I'll tell him." Kota said shyly. Conner looked at him, and nodded softly. "It will be alright Kota. You can trust him, he's really cool about stuff." Conner assured him. Dakota nodded, then took a breath as he looked at David. "It's because I think I'm gay; that's why they've been picking on me!" He continued to look at David, waiting for a reaction. David glanced over at Conner, then back at Kota. His eyebrows furrowed a bit. "That's it? Wait... What does that mean, you 'think' you're gay?" he asked, confused. "Well, I'm pretty sure I'm gay. I mean, I like boy's and stuff; and girls don't interest me at all." Dakota told him. David cocked his head a little, thinking. "Ya, but... I don't like girls that much either; and my dick gets hard when my dog barks for Christ sake. So what does that say about me?" David asked. "It says your a dork..." Conner laughed, and punched him in the shoulder. David grinned then, as Dakota looked back and forth at the two boys. With the tension gone, he even managed a timid smile himself. "So... You're ok with it then, I mean, if I'm gay?" Kota asked, wanting to be sure he knew where they stood. "Ya I'm okay with it. Who cares? Look, I'll prove it..." and he stepped over and gave Kota a little peck on his cheek. He laughed at the look on Kota's face, then with his tongue wagging out of his mouth, he stepped over toward Conner as if to kiss him as well. "You are such a friggen dork!" Conner said, pushing him away and laughing. "So, what are we gonna' do about this Tim prick?" David asked, turning serious. "I'm going to make him stop messing with Kota." Conner said. "Let's go see if we can find those fuckers..." He looked sternly at David, but Dakota got a worried look on his face. "No... " Kota said. "I mean, maybe I should just try and stay out of his way." "Dude, you can't run from bullies like him. And you can't stay out of their way either; look what happened today." "Ya but..." Kota started. "Are you coming?" Conner asked, having already made up his mind. Dakota looked at him, realized he was probably right, and nodded. Conner handed him some clean clothes, and Dakota went into the bathroom to finish drying off, and get dressed. The boys went out through the garage and got their bikes out. With Kota's bike messed up, Conner grabbed his brother's old bike to use, so that Dakota could borrow his. The three boys road up the block, searching. They circled around all the usual hangouts, and slowly then back tracking toward the school. They pulled their bikes around the back fence and rode through the empty school grounds. They were just about to try somewhere else when they heard glass breaking from around the gym. The boys peddled that way, and when they got close they hopped off their bikes and lay them on the ground. Conner crept forward to the edge of the blue building, with the others behind him. He crept along, crouched behind a low block divider wall and peeked up over the top. The other boys did the same. There at the far end of the gym, were the two boys, Tim and Craig. Kota confirmed that they were the ones. The boys were chucking rocks at the school, breaking out the glass windows. This building was at the far end of the campus, backed by dense woods, so the boys had little worry of anyone seeing them. The school was always deserted in the summer anyway. David started to get up, but Conner pulled him back by his arm. He shook his head, and smiled. Then he reached into his pocket and fished out his cell phone. He pushed several buttons, and got the phone into 'Video' mode, and began filming the two boys as they broke out the windows. Tim, was laughing as he threw the rocks. Then he stopped; reached into his backpack, and pulled out several cans of spray paint. He tossed one to Craig, and both boy's began spraying foul words onto the bricks. Tim sprayed what looked like an erect penis and balls onto the building. Craig sprayed big droplets, apparently squirting out of it. The two boys cackled like idiots as they defaced the wall. Conner was filming it all. With the camera phone zoomed in, the picture was close, and clear. "Dude, those fuckers are in for it." David breathed, as they watched. The two punks finished their paint cans. Then, looking around, Tim walked toward the building and reached in through one of the broken windows. He flipped the latch up, and opened the window; then the two boys crawled inside through the opening. "Maybe we should call the police." Dakota suggested. "Na... That would only get them in trouble, but it wouldn't stop them from messing with you." Conner said. "Let's just hold off a bit, and see what happens. Come on..." He raised up then, and hopped over the short wall. The other boys followed him. They ran along side the building, and quickly moved down the length of the wall to where the windows were. They crouched there for several minutes, hearing an occasional crashing sound. Conner peeked into the gymnasium. He couldn't see the two other boys, but he saw the open door, that led back toward the locker rooms. "Come on." he whispered, and the three of them climbed through the window into the gym. Quietly they moved across the floor to the open door. They could hear the voices of the two boys coming from the locker room. Conner peeked around the corner; then he drew his head back with a huge surprised grin, and turned on his cell phone Video again. He crouched and started recording, as David and Dakota peered around over his shoulder. There was Craig, standing on one of the changing benches, with his pants down to his ankles. Tim, who also had his pants down, was standing in front of him with a hard on, and sucking on his dick. "Oh ya... Do it just like that." Craig's voice said. "Ya... Ya." He moaned. "I'm Cumming man... Hear it comes..." and he gizzed into Tim's mouth. When he had finished, Tim pulled off. "My fuckin turn now... Let me fuck your faggot ass..." He grinned, as Craig hopped off the bench. Tim roughly spun him around and bending over him, he jacked his meat a few times; then tried to stick his surprisingly small erection into Craig's ass. He squinted his eyes, his face screwed up into a comical expression, and he humped like a bunny for several seconds, before he prematurely squirted his meager load. Conner had recorded it all. He pulled back around the corner, and saved the video. Then he looked at his two friends. "And that," he whispered, "Aught to do it..." He stood up, and boldly walked around the corner, with David and Dakota at his heels. "Interesting." He said aloud, as he surprised the other two boys. Tim was shocked, as he whipped around. He backpedaled, and tripped over the pants that were still down around his ankles; falling backward onto the tiles of the locker room floor. Craig had a look of terror on his face, and he fell over the bench as he tried to pull his pants up. Conner, David, and to some extent Kota, could only laugh at the hapless idiots in front of them. "What the Fuck..." Tim roared, as he also struggled to pull his pants up. He got to his feet, beet red with humiliation, and angrily tried to regain his composure. "What the fuck are you perverts looking at?" He spat out. "Hmm," Conner answered. "Looks like you two are the only perverts here." Tim and Craig moved together for security. Tim looked back at Dakota, who was standing a bit behind the others. "Oh, you're pretty fuckin brave when you have others with you." Tim blurted out, trying to act tough. "Really?!" David spoke up for the first time. "What about you two? Both of you older and bigger than Kota; and you two shit heads ganged up on him!" "He deserved it, the little faggot..." Tim bellowed. Like a flash Conner bolted forward and slammed Tim into the lockers behind him. He grabbed a fistful of shirt (along with a generous chunk of skin) and jerked Tim into the locker again. "You're a punk you know that." Conner said, "Nobody deserves being picked on you freak. Kota's just a nice kid, and you crossed the line..." Tim pushed Conner back. He was trying to act tough, and even though Conner was a little smaller than he was; Tim was kind of afraid of him. Conner took a step back and glared at the other boy. "Well, you're done..." He said. "You're not gonna' bother Kota, or any one else I know, ever again." "Oh you think not?" Tim snarled, attempting to act tough. "I know it. And here's why." Conner pulled his cell phone out, and thumbed through to the videos. He selected one and started it : "Oh ya, do it just like that..." The video played. "Ya, ya, I'm Cumming man... Hear it comes..." The video continued, as both Tim and Craig stood shocked, humiliated with their mouths hanging open as they watched themselves. "My turn now... Let me fuck your faggot ass..." Conner turned it off, and looked at Tim, who was pale, and stunned. Suddenly Tim lunged for Conner's phone "Give me that..." He yelled as he lunged. But he was stopped short, as Dakota stepped forward; and drove his foot up into Tim's nuts, dropping the larger boy painfully to the floor. "Doesn't matter anyway." Conner stated. "I already emailed it to my hotmail account." Then he looked at Kota, surprised that he had stepped up like that. "Nice one." he complimented. Then he looked down at Tim, who was actually starting to cry as he lay there. "So, here's the deal." Conner said. "If you bother anybody I know, if I even hear about it; then I'll email this video to everyone I can think of. Everybody at school will see it. All your friends, your parents; everyone..." Tim was crying now. Blubbering shamelessly on the floor. Craig stood against the lockers, his face blanched and worried. David looked at them and grinned. "Looks like you both just got fucked, huh!" He said. The three boys turned away without another word, then walked back through the locker room into the Gym. They crawled back out through the open window and headed back for their bikes. David was grinning widely. "That was friggen brilliant." He said, looking at Conner. "You thought that up all by yourself did you?" He smiled. Conner looked at him and shrugged. Then David glanced at Dakota. "And you... Going all Bruce Lee, and kicking him in the nuts. Hai-ya." he called out, Karate style... Kota grinned shyly at him. "Too bad they're gonna get away so lightly." David said. "Oh, they aren't." Conner smiled. "I still have the other video of them vandalizing the school. Think I'll send a copy of that to that to one of my dad's friends. He's a Deputy Sherriff, and he can keep my name out of it." "But, if you do that, Tim might try somethin'." Kota worried. "Na... As long as I have the other video, he won't do a damn thing. Trust me." he laughed. The boys got on their bikes and started riding for home. "Sorry guys." Kota said eventually. "I didn't mean for all this to happen." "Are you kidding?" David jumped in. "Except for you getting roughed up, this was kinda cool." He grinned and put his hand on Kota's shoulder. When they got back to Conner's house, they stopped in the driveway for a minute. "So, I don't get it..." David said. "If that jackass was picking on Kota, because he thinks he's gay, then why was he screwing around with his buddy like that? "Because," Conner said, "I think he's gay. He's trying to hide it, by acting like he hates all that stuff. It's a big cover so he doesn't out himself." "Ya..." Kota said, "I think you're right. At the sleepover, when we played truth or dare; Tim was the one who dared me to kiss another boy. I think he got off on it." The boy's all thought this made sense. Finally, David told them he needed to head home. He hadn't intended to be gone this long. But he said he would try to give them a call later. Conner and Dakota said goodbye to him, and continued on into the house. They grabbed a couple of soda's, and went up to Conner's bedroom. "Let's just relax a few minutes." Conner suggested as he hopped up onto his bed. "How's your leg feeling by the way?" Kota reached back and touched his bruised thigh. "Kinda soar." He said, "But I guess I'll live." He crawled onto the bed and sat alongside Conner; both of them leaning against the headboard. "Hey," Conner started, "Didn't you say you wanted to talk to me about something?" "Ya, well. We been kind of busy..." Kota laughed. "But, well, maybe we can wait till later to talk about it." he suggested. Conner turned and looked at him, then innocently draped his arm around Kota's shoulders. "Well, maybe yours' can wait till later. But mine can't." With that, he looked directly at Dakota, and as the other boy looked at him, he leaned in and planted his moist lips on Kota's... End of Part Five Comments always welcome at this.boy.slife@hotmail.com or at about.a.boy@hotmail.com Find my other stories in the Authors Section, under `This Boys Life' Or, in the Young Friends Section Peter and the Pirates 1 thru 7 The Kid Next Door 1 & 2 Boys On Holiday 12/10/10 The Thing About Cory 11/23/10 My Time With David 11/7/10 My Friend Coda 10/24/10 Warm Summer Days 10/20/10 The Boy By The Lake 10/12/10