Hi folks! Welcome back to my story based on characters from the earlier story Nathan's Nipples. This is Part 4. If you haven't yet read parts 1 thru 3 you can find them in my story archive here on my Prolific Authors page.
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Gamin Paramour, July 2021
Part 4
I had an appointment Thursday afternoon with my pediatric endocrinologist so my Mom picked me up at school at the beginning of lunch period. It was a follow-up on my gynomastia, the enlarged breasts that had plagued me since the previous summer but I now considered a wonderful stroke of luck. If not for that I might not have discovered my true gay nature for several more years, nor would I have had this amazing time with Evan, the boy I loved with all my heart and several other body parts.
My boobs were virtually flat now and the doctor confirmed that my hormone levels were back in the normal range, so the gynomastia was officially over. The doc also told my Mom that my male hormones were fast on the rise, meaning that puberty was just on the horizon.
Judging by my perpetual horniness I already knew it.
I was so horny that I had gotten a boner just from the doctor examining my titties! On the way home I reflected that Dr. Friedman just might have flicked my nipples a little more than he really needed to in the name of medicine. If so he betrayed no interest in the resulting lump in my underpants and I decided I was imagining things.
I headed over to the school at 3:30 to walk Evan home like a good boyfriend should, but before he came out I spotted Tommy and Richie unlocking their bikes at the bike rack. I'm not sure exactly what gumption got into me but I found myself running over to them with fire in my eyes.
"Tommy!" I shouted from ten feet away. He whirled around with fear and surprise in his eyes but then they iced over again when he saw it was me.
"This is getting ridiculous," I said. "You're going to listen to me this time, goddammit!"
"Yeah, why should I? Are you some kind of a tough guy all of a sudden?"
"No, we both know you could kick my ass if you wanted to," I said, still heated. "But I've got things to say to you and I'm not going away until I do, so you can either listen or you can beat me up. You decide."
A small crowd of middle-schoolers had gathered and Tommy looked around uncertainly. Fighting on school grounds was a pretty serious offense, not to mention possibly having to explain to the Principal why kids who had been best friends since kindergarten were suddenly throwing punches. A little of the granite faded from Tommy's eyes.
"OK," he said with defiance that I suspected was mostly for show. "So talk."
I looked around at the small knot of kids. Now I was the one who was uncertain.
"Not here," I said. "If you end up punching my lights out I don't want to have so far to crawl home."
Richie laughed out loud and even Tommy cracked a smile.
"I know," Richie said brightly. "We can go to my house. There's nobody home today because my Mom is taking Lauren to her ballet class."
Lauren was Richie's 9-year-old sister, equally as red-headed, skinny and gangly as her big brother. I pictured her in a pink tutu and actually grimaced.
"All right," Tommy said pulling away on his bike. "Let's get this over with."
Tommy dickishly rode ahead while Richie stayed back with me and I hurried along on foot. As I hoped Evan converged with us a minute or two later.
"What's going on?" he asked with concern.
"Nathan grew some balls," Richie said. "He told Tommy to either listen to him or beat him up, one or the other."
I smiled grimly. "I sure hope he picks listen."
"I do too," Richie said longingly. "I miss you guys and... you know, stuff."
"We miss you, too," Evan said. "We've got some new friends for, you know, stuff, but they wanna be your friends too!"
"Have you and Tommy...?" I asked.
"No," Richie said glumly. "Not since that day with the note. I've tried to get him to but he won't."
A few minutes later we arrived at Richie's house and found Tommy sitting astride his bike, arms crossed and scowling. We didn't say anything as we went in through the kitchen door like we had a thousand times since we were five years old. Still without a word we climbed the stairs to Richie's bedroom and he closed his door for privacy, even though the house was empty.
"Force of habit," he said when he realized how silly it was.
"OK," Tommy said. "Say what you want to say."
I looked into his angry and determined eyes, a scowl on my own face. All the logical arguments raced through my brain: that it never would have happened if Evan had told me about his locker change; that we had done everything possible to keep bad things from happening at the risk of our very life and limb; that in fact ten days had passed with nothing bad ever happening because the only kids who knew about the note were into gay stuff too. The danger had completely passed and the only one pig-headed enough to still be mad about it was Tommy himself! After several beats I spoke.
"I love you Tommy! All right? I love you and I miss you and I hate that you're mad at me. I made a fucking mistake, that's all! Didn't you ever make a big mistake that you wish you could take back? I'm sorry, man. I'm so sorry!"
That's when my composure failed me completely and I had to turn away from Tommy and collapse onto Richie's bed, the tears jumping out of my eyes like they were escaping a burning building. I didn't even know where that outburst had come from. I had been furious, ready to battle to the death — verbally at least — and suddenly I was taking all the blame and throwing myself on his mercy. Even as I tried to pull my shit together the sobs came harder and I found myself blubbering like an infant.
Somewhere I heard Evan's calm voice, seeming very far away though I knew he was in the same small bedroom. I couldn't follow what he was saying, the loudest thing in my ears being my own crying and my heaving breath, but it sounded like his explaining-things-to-the-lesser-minds voice. It seemed to go on for a long time.
"It's OK, Nathan," a soft, reassuring voice whispered right in my ear. I felt a hand gently stroke my back and I had to admit it helped. "Shhh," the voice soothed, "everything will be all right."
And that's when I tumbled. The gentle, reassuring voice belonged to Tommy, as did the soothing hand that stroked my back. I turned, afraid to even look at him.
"I love you too, Nathan," Tommy said softly, his brown eyes now soft and kind. "You've got to know that." Then a shadow of fear entered those eyes and he quickly added, "I'm not gay, though! I love you like a best friend, not like a boyfriend." He turned imploringly to the others. "Really, I like girls!"
Evan smiled indulgently at him. "We know, Tommy," he said. "Nobody's saying you're gay. Not us and not Alex or Jake or Benny and not anybody at school."
"Who's Jake?" Tommy asked.
"Alex's boyfriend," Evan explained. "Jake Sullivan."
"The basketball player?" Tommy asked in surprise. "Holy shit!"
"Who would have thought?" Richie mused. "He's got girls hanging on him all the time."
"And that just proves that it can be kept secret," Evan said. "He and Alex have been boyfriends for more than a year and nobody knows."
"Except for other kids who like the same stuff," I put in, my sobs having subsided enough to speak.
"You never know who might be gay," Evan said. "Jocks, nerds, smart kids, dumb kids; it could be anybody. Even girls can be gay for each other. They're called lesbians."
"I wonder if Nancy Becker is a lesbian," Richie said. "She sure ain't interested in me, and she's always holding hands with her friend Leslie." A second later his bright blue eyes popped open wide. "Wait a minute! Leslie? Lesbian? Just a coincidence? I think not!"
Even Richie laughed when we all scoffed and slapped playfully at him, teasingly calling him several varieties of moron.
"There's something else though, Tommy," Evan said, his deep blue eyes holding Tommy's in a return to seriousness. "It's possible to like both boys and girls. It's called bisexual."
"What do you mean?" Tommy asked.
"I stole a book out of the public library once that was all about alternative sexualities," he said. "That was a last year when I was figuring out if I liked boys or not." Sensing my surprise he turned to me with a smile, "I had to steal it, because they wouldn't check out a book like that to a kid. Don't worry, I returned it when I was done with it."
"I wasn't worried," Richie threw in.
"There's a million different ways for people to love each other," Evan went on as if Richie hadn't spoken, "and a million different ways people like sex. There's not just one single way that's right and all the rest are wrong. Most boys only like girls, and that's cool because it's how they really feel. And other boys only like boys, like me and Nathan. You don't think we're bad because of it, do you, Tommy?"
He looked genuinely aghast. "No! Of course not. You guys are great, just different that's all."
Evan shared a fond smile with Tommy. "Some boys," he continued, "like girls, but they like boys too, pretty much equally. I think they're the lucky ones because they have twice as much chance of meeting somebody special if it can be either a boy or a girl. But it doesn't have to be equal. A boy can mostly like girls but maybe like boys a little bit too, or the other way around. See, it can be pretty much any combination."
"What are you saying, Evan?" Tommy pressed.
"Well... this might be completely wrong, but do you think that maybe you mostly like girls but you have a little bit of gay in you too? I mean, when we all fool around you do everything the rest of us do and it sure seems like you enjoy it as much as we do."
We all sat on tenterhooks, wondering if Tommy was going to go berserk or something. He sat for a moment saying nothing. Then he got the most vulnerable look on his face that I'd ever seen.
"But I don't want to be gay," he softly said. "I just want to be normal."
Evan took his hand. "However you really are deep inside, that's what's normal," he said. "For you."
Tommy looked like he might cry.
"Look," Evan said. "I want to be a scientist, so I'm learning something called the Scientific Method. Part of it is following the facts wherever they lead and accepting the result even if it isn't what you were hoping for. True is true whether you want it to be or not. I didn't necessarily want to be gay either, but I had certain feelings and they weren't going away, and I knew I had no choice but to accept that it was the truth. My truth."
"But Evan," Richie piped in, "me and Tommy have always said that we would rather do stuff with girls if we could, but that probably won't be until years from now so in the meantime we're having sexy fun with boys. What if that's our truth?"
"Could be," Evan said. "But if you really didn't like boys at all, not even a little bit, could you even get a boner for one? I never get boners for girls, but I get 'em all the time for boys."
I raised my hand as if I was in school. "Me too," I said.
"Shit Richie," Tommy said. "It looks like you have a boner right now!"
Richie's hands flew in front of his crotch but not before we all saw his telltale bulge. Richie had a disproportionately big one and it had betrayed him.
"Don't hide it, Richie," I exclaimed. "I haven't seen your big beautiful dick in two weeks. Let us see!"
Richie's face turned even redder than usual but he showed a naughty smile. "Well," he said, "nobody will be home for at least an hour."
Evan and I broke into grins but Tommy looked uneasy.
"I don't know," he said. "I kind of decided I wasn't going to do that anymore."
"It's completely up to you," Evan said, peeling off his shirt and tossing it aside. "We won't be mad at you, we promise." He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks, and Richie and I began hurriedly undressing too. "I just hope those are your real feelings and not just because you're scared."
Tommy thought and thought, very much on the fence.
"I hope you decide to do it with us," Evan said as he opened his pants. "I've kind of been wanting to try a certain new thing with you."
Tommy looked at him with raised eyebrows. I confess my eyebrows went up a bit too.
Evan shucked down his pants and briefs together, turning his lovely round backside toward Tommy and reaching back with both hands to pull open his cheeks.
"Fuck me, Tommy," he said with quiet urgency. "Put your nice big dick in my butt!"
Tommy's eyes popped as big as manhole covers as he focused in on Evan's small pink opening. Without the tiniest hesitation he began tearing off his clothes.
"We need something slippery," Evan said to Richie, who was just wrestling his pants and undies off of his feet. "Vaseline, baby oil, hand lotion..."
Richie leapt to his feet and ran naked from the room, returning seconds later with a tube of hand lotion with some fancy French name. "How's this?" he asked breathlessly.
Evan squeezed a bit onto his index finger and rubbed it around with his thumb. "Good," he said with a smile. "Nice and slippery."
"So you've done this before, I guess," Tommy said.
"Only once, with Nathan," Evan said.
Tommy gave me a nod. "That seems right," he said. "I'm glad the first time was with your boyfriend."
Evan lay on his back in the middle of Richie's bed as Tommy finished stripping and climbed onto the bed with him, hesitant and unsure how to proceed. Tommy's gorgeous cock jutted up full and pounding from his strong athletic body. I pictured Jake Sullivan's dick from our Media Room encounter and realized that Tommy's was slightly bigger despite his being nearly two years younger.
This kid was an 11-year-old god!
"Aren't you doing it on the floor?" I asked.
"No, I've been thinking about it," Evan said. "I think this will be even better."
He rolled his legs up over his head and said, "Put the pillow under my hips, Tommy."
He hurriedly complied, and Evan let his butt down onto the pillow but kept his legs up, hooking the backs of his knees with his arms. His butthole was as exposed as it was possible to be.
"Nathan?" Evan asked. "You know how this works. Will you get us both greased up?"
"Um, sure," I said hesitantly, scooting over and taking the tube of lotion. I applied the slippery white cream to his wide-open hole and heard a contented sigh. He didn't clench at all, seeming perfectly comfortable with fingers other than his own touching his most private place. I wasn't 100% sure about this, my boyfriend inviting another guy to impale him where only I had been before, but then I thought about how consumed I had been — and still was — with the idea of screwing Alex and I felt ashamed of my own double-standard.
Evan was my boyfriend, not my possession. He loved me and I loved him. That wouldn't change no matter how many dicks he took in his ass, or how many asses I plugged with mine.
Evan moaned in pleasure as my lotion-slicked finger bottomed inside him. "Mmm that feels good," he whispered. "Now do two fingers, Nathan," he said. "Tommy's pretty big."
I got more lotion and slowly inserted two fingers into his steaming hot hole. It was amazing how easily his body accepted them and in only a few seconds I was reaming him with full-length strokes.
"OK," Evan said. "I think I'm ready. Make sure he's good and greasy."
I squeezed out a palmful of lotion and began applying it to Tommy's thick appendage. He sighed at the initial contact.
"That's so nice, Nathan. I... I guess I really missed this too."
We shared a smile that conveyed all the affection of our long best-friendship, and I realized with a start that I truly hoped he and Evan would really enjoy this. I loved them both, albeit in different ways, and I wanted them to be happy.
"He's ready," I announced, and it now being obvious what he was expected to do Tommy knee-walked into position.
"Go slow at first," I advised. "Pay attention to how he reacts and be ready to stop if you have to, but don't be scared. He wants this, for real."
Tommy nodded, then cautiously bent his thick damn-near-five inches toward Evan's waiting anus. Tommy's dick was so hard there wasn't even a wrinkle in the taut skin of the shaft. The slightly wider mushroom head glistened with lotion as he paused a half inch from the target.
"Come on, Tommy," Evan said softly. "It won't hurt me, I promise."
Tommy licked his lips and swallowed, then touched the tip of his cock to Evan's shiny opening. Evan blew out his breath and I saw his hole gape open, and I knew he was pushing out like he was taking a shit. Tommy's dickhead began to slip inside.
Evan let out a gasp as the broadest part of Tommy's glans pushed his backdoor open. This was the tricky part, when Evan had to open his widest, and I watched Evan's eyes for signs of distress. Instead he met my gaze with a happy smile and when I looked back down I saw his sphincter visibly relax.
Tommy's cockhead popped through the ring.
"Oh, Jesus!" Tommy cried. "Oh shit it's amazing in there!"
"Yeah baby," Evan sighed in pleasure. "Oh Tommy it feels so good! Push it in man, push it in!"
Tommy gripped Evan's hips with both hands and began actively pushing for the first time. An inch sank in and he paused, assessing Evan's condition.
"I'm all right, Tommy," Evan said. "Look at my dick, it's hard as a rock! You can go in some more."
Tommy scootched a little closer and began another drive. Slowly two more inches of him penetrated Evan's hole, the sphincter gripping Tommy's thick shaft like a second skin. Evan cried out and Tommy stopped dead.
"No, no it's OK," Evan said with a slightly pained smile. "It's supposed to hurt a little."
Tommy looked a question into my eyes and I said, "He told me that, too. Don't worry. It's going to be OK."
Tommy met eyes again with Evan. "Ready?"
"Yeah," my boy said. "All the way now, OK?"
Tommy nodded and pushed again, his muscular legs and ass contracting so tightly that you could see each individual straining muscle. Evan's beautiful face distorted into a grimace but he kept silent, and in thirty seconds Tommy's hairless pubic mound squished up against Evan's perineum.
"Holy shit!" Richie cried from his vantage point over my shoulder. "Evan! How can you do that? How is it possible?"
"He loves it," I said to Richie. "I did it to him last Saturday and he said he couldn't wait to do it again."
Evan said huskily, "Fuck me now, Tommy. In and out, nice and strong!"
Tommy took a breath and slowly pulled back, his meaty cock filling Evan's hole so fully that the little anal ring prolapsed outward along with the invader. When Tommy was about halfway out he reversed and began the slow push back in, Evan's ring now pushing inward with it. Obviously I hadn't seen this sort of view when I did it with Evan on Saturday so I didn't know if it happened then or not, but I rather doubted it. I had no illusions that my skinny pole had the girth to do such a thing, and I hoped Tommy's thick cock felt good for Evan.
Tommy bottomed again and Evan grunted in a way that could only indicate pleasure. After a short pause Tommy began another slow withdrawal.
"Faster!" Evan begged. "I'll tell you if it hurts. Now fuck me, man! Fuck me!"
With a look of determination on his handsome face Tommy increased his pace, pulling out about halfway and thrusting in again over and over.
"Oh, yeah, Tommy," Evan moaned, barely able to speak. "Harder, baby! Do it harder!"
Tommy looked at me with eyes that said, "Here goes nothin!" and he began to pump his full length in and out of my boy's asshole, faster and faster, the sphincter prolapsing with every backstroke and pushing inward with every thrust. He pulled back a bit too far once and popped out, giving me a perfect view of Evan's gaping anus and the red, raw flesh within. Tommy reached down with a thumb and two fingers and deftly aimed his rampant tool right back into its rightful place and solidly drove it home.
"Oh my God!" Evan cried, and I thought he was hurt for a second until his legs came around Tommy's waist and locked tightly at the ankles, clamping their bodies together.
"Fuck me Tommy!" Evan cried. "As hard and deep as you can!"
Tommy went into overdrive, slamming into Evan with total abandon. Sweat ran down from both of them and the sound of their slapping skin syncopated the rhythm of Evan's ecstatic grunts. Tommy muttered as he pumped, mostly nonsense syllables but in gentle and caring tones, clearly meant for his sweet little partner.
The thrusts were coming really fast now, maybe one per second, and it occurred to me that I could never pull off such an athletic feat. With his Junior Olympic body and his porn-star cock Tommy was objectively a hundred times better fuck than me. I wondered if Evan would ever want me inside him again.
And then I realized something. When Evan and I fucked he had bent down to kiss me, and that deep soulful kiss expressed far more love than the pounding of our genitals. In this position Evan could easily kiss Tommy but he didn't. Suddenly my feelings of inadequacy evaporated into the ether. Fucking was just sex, but Evan and I were in love!
Free of my stupid jealousy the scene before me became seriously hot once again. My boner jutted up against my belly as I knelt on the bed next to the gyrating couple, and suddenly I became aware of Richie kneeling close behind me, watching over my shoulder.
I opened my legs outside of his knees and scooted backwards until my butt encountered the solid prod of Richie's stiff cock. He was almost as big as Tommy at just over four inches and at least as thick as my thumb, but with a much smaller bullet head rather than the wide mushroom cap that Evan had somehow accommodated. I wiggled my ass until I felt that bullet nuzzle just between my butt cheeks.
"Hey Richie," I said over my shoulder. "This is really sexy, huh?" I felt him thrust slightly forward, perhaps involuntarily.
"Oh Nathan," he breathed, pushing against me more firmly. "I missed this so much for the past two weeks!"
I wiggled my butt against his cock as his hands came around to the front of me, one hand squeezing my dick while the other tweaked a nipple. My arousal blasted into low earth orbit.
And then I spotted the tube of hand cream one foot away on the bed. The thought that bloomed in my mind was both thrilling and terrifying, and in the space of two seconds I accepted it and rejected it about a dozen times. When the wheel of fortune in my mind finally stopped spinning it landed on Yes.
I picked up the tube and squirted a goodly amount onto my fingers.
"Richie," I said breathlessly, handing the tube back to him. "Rub a bunch of this all over your dick."
Richie gasped in surprise. "Really? You mean it?"
"Yes," I said, though the word almost stuck in my throat. "Hurry up before I change my mind." I reached under me to insert two slimy fingers into my own rectum. It hurt a little but it was also tremendously exciting.
"OK," Richie said after a moment. "What now?"
I backed up to him again and his slippery prong slid easily between my cheeks. Kismet or something guided it directly to my hole at exactly the right angle and I only had to push back and pop! Richie's dickhead was inside me.
It was incredibly strange to feel stretched like that but I wouldn't really say that it hurt. Not exactly. In an almost detached way my brain registered my butt muscles alternately squeezing and releasing Richie's cock as my body struggled to decide whether or not to admit him. It was like my conscious mind wasn't even involved in the decision, and I actually enjoyed relinquishing control.
"Oh, Nathan!" Richie breathed into my ear. "This feels amazing!"
With that my ass stopped struggling and simply relaxed, and I found myself sinking back onto Richie's sturdy pole. I impaled myself deeper and deeper and I felt more and more full.
It was wonderful.
In a matter of seconds I felt my butt cheeks settle against Richie's bony pelvis and I knew I was all the way back. It still didn't hurt, not really, and I felt deliciously full and, somehow, content.
"Nathan?" Richie whispered in my ear. "Are you OK?"
I turned my head to where I could see him with one eye and smiled. "Oh yeah, Richie," I said calmly. "I'm great. How is it for you?"
"Fantastic!" he said with a grin. "It's so tight and hot! Can I fuck you now, like Tommy?"
"Yeah man," I said. "Give it to me."
I felt Richie begin to thrust forward, getting perhaps another half inch inside me. In a second he had a rabbity rhythm going, short fast thrusts that felt wonderful but I knew couldn't compare to the deep-dicking Evan was getting from Tommy right next to us.
They were still in full stride and I wondered just how long they'd been at it. I turned my head and saw Evan, still grunting out the pace as Tommy moaned his oh-babies and oh-Evans. My boy's eyes rolled back in his head, his face red and sweaty and his stomach muscles rhythmically tensing.
He was cumming.
Tommy opened his mouth wide and gasped as his guts tightened and he buried his dick deeply into Evan and held it there. His beautiful strong ass clenched as he came, four powerful clenches, after which he fell away heaving and panting. Evan's legs came down and he too rolled to his side gasping for breath.
Suddenly I felt myself being pushed up and away, Richie's delightful stiffness exiting abruptly and that wonderful fullness abandoning me. Before I could say what the fuck I was being flipped over onto my back, my legs hoisted high over my head and the pillow stuffed under my ass. Then Richie loomed over me, his bright blue eyes blazing with intensity, mounting me like a stud horse and ramming his sizeable young cock fully into me in a single thrust.
"Ahhh!" I cried, and this time it was from pain. In this position Richie got at least an inch further into me than he had before, and he was pounding just as hard and fast as ever.
I had no idea where he found the physical strength to manhandle me that way. In seven years of shared childhood we had wrestled so many times it defied counting and I had usually beaten him, not that I was any good at sports and things. It was simply the physics of my bigger, huskier body compared to his string-bean physique. Tommy dominated us all and Evan always came in last, but I could usually count on beating Richie.
Apparently all he needed was a good enough incentive. Turned out my ass was the carrot that motivated his stick.
"Richie!" I protested but I could tell my voice wasn't reaching him. He stared down, not at my face but at his own dick pistoning in and out of my asshole like some kind of machine. He thrust and thrust, faster even than Tommy had banged Evan, maniacally fucking the living shit out of me.
At that thought I wondered if actual shit would come out of me, and that distracted me from the unceremonious stretching of my insides long enough for the initial shock and pain to begin to subside. I realized that I could mitigate the pain if I just relaxed, as little Alex had advised Evan. I remembered something else Alex said back in the Media Room, to remember that you want it in there. If you open yourself and accept that cock as a welcome guest you'll naturally relax.
With that epiphany I felt myself opening, almost without effort and certainly without conscious will. I did want it! Ever since I saw the rapture in Evan's eyes when I first speared him with my relatively small tool I had felt something that I couldn't begin to identify until this moment. I knew even as I pounded into him that there was something else, and now I knew what it was. I had envied Evan too. I wanted to be taken that way, to be possessed and even dominated by someone I loved and trusted.
I wanted to be fucked!
Oh, and fucked I was. Richie's four-and-a-quarter inches shoved into me over and over, heating my asshole and inuring me to the pain. I focused on his wonderful hardness stretching my hole and filling me more than I'd ever been, my rectum contracting ever so slightly on each retreat, only to be pushed wider again a second later by that hot, slick pole. Every thrust echoed the initial savage intrusion, though now I could appreciate it as the fervent lovemaking it was. As I moaned once more I realized it had turned into a moan of pleasure.
Richie had been supporting his torso with his arms, his hands on the bed outside my shoulders, but unexpectedly he stopped thrusting and rested back on his haunches just long enough to move both hands to the backs of my knees. He pushed them upward until they were in front of my face, lifting my ass higher and changing his angle of attack. My legs hooked over his shoulders of their own volition and he leaned forward into me, supporting his weight by tightly holding my thighs and, unbelievably, shoving even deeper into my bowels.
"Ri-i-i-chee-ee-ee!" I cried but it was no protest. I was grunting the rhythm of our sex, matching every slap of our sweaty, superheated skin with an utterance from somewhere deep inside me. I became aware of his hairless balls swinging against my ass and my internal flame burned even hotter.
And then I felt something new and different, something unexpected. A particularly intense feeling bloomed in a spot somewhere in my core, kind of behind my balls and maybe a little higher. The tiny spot swelled with what felt like pressure, and at first I didn't know if it was good pressure or bad pressure. I felt it grow, both in size and intensity, and I quickly decided that it was definitely good pressure.
On and on Richie pounded, that pressurized spot growing but not outward like a ripple in a pond, but sort of lengthwise, forming something I imagined to be rather hot dog shaped, lengthening and extending upward until it reached the base of my cock.
You know those long skinny balloons that birthday party clowns blow up and twist into puppies and shit? It felt like one of those was pushing into and filling my dick from the inside! It grew and grew until I felt like my entire boner had another boner inside of it!
But it wasn't just pressure. There was a tingling, almost a vibration, and I felt it building to a peak even while I also felt the old familiar buildup to my orgasm. It wasn't the same thing, clearly an altogether different phenomenon, but it also seemed to enhance and magnify the usual orgasmic feeling. Somehow I knew that the two of them were going to converge into a single, epic detonation.
If I didn't vocalize I was going to burst.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" I cried in time with Richie's pumps and kept on with that same nonverbal utterance as my friend slammed into me. My cries grew louder and sharper and it was a good damn thing there was nobody home at Richie's house.
Suddenly Evan was there.
"Cum, Nathan!" he urged. "It'll be the best one you ever had!"
"Fuck him, Richie!" Tommy said into his friend's ear. "Fuck him hard!"
I couldn't imagine how Richie could possibly fuck harder than he already was but the look on his face said he was sure gonna try. He pounded into me ten, twenty more times while my twin crescendos prevented me from breathing. I was on the precipice for what felt like a very long time, desperate for it to happen but frightened at the same time.
The two hurricanes merged into a giant Category-6 superstorm in my guts. Every muscle clenched like I'd been struck by lightning and I was only dimly aware of Richie thrashing out his own climax. Our solid, rhythmic fuck degenerated into sporadic thrusts and gasps and cries, both of us flopping around like a couple of lake trout on the flat bottom of a Jon boat.
My arms went around Richie's neck and I pulled him down to me, not for a kiss, but just to clutch him close. I had to share with him, my treasured friend, this incredible, indescribable joy.
It was the best orgasm of my life, and may very well retain that title to this day.
Richie collapsed on top of me, face to face, both of us heaving and gasping and sweating. I couldn't focus my eyes so I kept them closed, riding the whirlwind until it calmed, slowly, slowly, to the gentle breeze of afterglow. Our hearts beat against one another, synchronized at the same rapid, but slowing, rate. My mouth was at his ear and I whispered the only words I could muster.
"Thank you, man. Thank you."
But the words were also present in my own ear — sounding like they came from an inch away — and I wondered if it was the trick of an echo, or if somehow the fierce banging I had just received had affected my hearing. And then I realized the words were in Richie's high voice and not my own.
Richie raised his head and we shared a questioning look, then broke into soft chuckles as we realized that we had both said the exact same words at the exact the same time.
To my surprise Tommy snuggled right up with us on the bed and wormed his face between us. He kissed me, then Richie, then me again. Evan hurried to cuddle up on the other side and nosed in for his kisses too. The four of us snogged and snuggled and giggled through the next several minutes, each of us declaring our eternal affection for the others.
"You guys," Tommy shyly began, "um... my Dad has a new flip house he won't be able to start working on until next week. I could get the keys tomorrow after school... if you want."
Alex's backyard was just as amazing as the Media Room. It was a bit juvenile I guess, with the jungle gym and swings and such left over from Alex's younger years, but the playground equipment was sleek and cool and most of all huge!
It was built to appear rustic but it was sort of Walt Disney rustic like the Fort Wilderness campground my folks took me to when I was six. Everything looked like old-timey rough wood but it was actually some modern composite material, smooth and safe for little hands, knees and butts without a sliver to be found. No protruding bolts or nail heads meant no scratches or scrapes, and the ground covered in rubber mulch ensured that even falls were unlikely to be a problem. Indeed, Alex confirmed that he had never hurt himself here even once.
Four new friends sat with our legs dangling over the edge at the top of an 8-foot platform above the playbox. Alex explained that a "playbox" is the modern, safety-conscious equivalent of a sandbox, two feet deep with that same soft rubber mulch and reminding me of the ball pit at Chuck E. Cheese. Remembering stories of countless toddlers pissing in the ball pit and wondering if neighborhood cats enjoy crapping in rubber mulch just as much as in sand, we opted to pass.
"It's great that you guys made up with Tommy and Richie," Alex said, "especially the way you did it."
"Yeah," Evan agreed with a smile. "It was really great!"
We had told the story in exquisite detail, and of the following day too at the flip house, when we had switched partners and I'd discovered the joy of Tommy's solid hardness deep inside me.
"Now you know why me and Evan like it so much," Alex said to me with a grin.
I grinned back. "I didn't get it at first," I said. "The first time we were here and Jake did it to you I thought, how can he enjoy that? It's gotta hurt!" I added quickly, "Don't get me wrong, I'm super glad you do! Especially after Evan let me do it, but I still didn't really understand until I tried it myself."
"It's real fun both ways," Alex said, "but I mostly like being the bottom."
"And I mostly like being the top," Jake interjected. "I've bottomed too and it can be great, but mostly I like to top."
"Huh?" I asked, and Evan looked equally confused. Looking back the context was fairly clear but at the time we needed clarification.
"It takes two guys to fuck," Jake began explaining, looking pleased with himself to have a bit of knowledge that Evan didn't. "Topping is doing it to the other guy, putting your dick in his ass, and bottoming is taking the other guy's dick in your ass. Even when Evan was on top of you that time he was still the bottom and you were still the top because you were the one putting your dick in his butt."
Evan nodded in understanding and I was pretty sure I understood too.
"Some guys will only be the top and never take one inside them," Jake went on. "Other guys only want to bottom and never put theirs in anybody else. And then some guys like it both ways, and they top when they feel like it and bottom other times, or maybe they take turns so it's fair. That's called versatile."
"I think most guys are versatile, more or less," Alex said. "Me, I like dicks; in my hand, in my mouth and in my butt, and Jake loves to be the one doin' it. That's why we're so perfect together. But if a cute boy wants me to put it in him I'm super up for it! Especially if it's a younger boy, somebody smaller than me."
"Like me?" Evan asked him.
Alex smiled slyly and replied, "I'd fuck you all day long."
"Well, I sure found out that I like it both ways," I said, shaking my head in wonder at the past two days' events. "I wasn't even thinking about it, but when Tommy was fucking Evan and Evan was so turned on, all of a sudden it seemed like something I wanted to do."
"Tommy gave me a really good fuck," Evan said.
"He's got an amazing body and the most beautiful dick I've ever seen," I said, "but now Evan and I have had it from both him and Richie and we decided that Richie's actually better."
"Yeah," Evan said. "There's something about the angle. He hits this amazing spot inside you and makes you just cum and cum and cum."
"It's called your prostate," Jake explained with another teasingly superior glance at Evan. "It's not easy to find, but when you do it's like a rocket ship to space!"
"Then beam me up, Scotty!" I joked, and they laughed.
"It's more than just the sex, though," Evan said, getting serious for a second. "I'm just really glad to have my friends back. There aren't that many guys you can be yourself with."
"I'm always surprised by how many there really are," Jake said. "How many kids do you think we've done stuff with, Alex?"
"I don't know," Alex said. "I lost count after 20."
"Seriously?" I asked, my voice high with incredulity. "More than 20?"
"Yeah, lots more," Alex said. "You meet one kid, and after a couple of times with him you find out he has other friends he does it with, and then you do it with them too."
"And then those kids have friends," Jake said brightly, "and brothers, and cousins..."
"Doesn't anybody ever tell?" I asked, my mind of course going to negative scenarios.
"Not yet," Jake said. "They know if they tell they'll have to stop, and everybody likes foolin' around."
"Or else they're scared of people finding out," Alex added, "like Tommy."
"But what if one of those kids gets caught?" I worried. "Wouldn't they just blab the whole thing?"
"A couple of guys have gotten caught," Alex said. "Hey Jake, remember that kid Clancy?"
"Clancy?" I asked. "What kind of a name is that?"
"Irish, I think," said Evan, the man with the answers.
"His last name is O'Brien," Jake said, "so I guess Irish. Clancy got caught sucking his best friend's dick during a sleepover."
"His Dad walked in on them when he came to tell them to go to sleep," Alex added.
"Clancy said his Dad wasn't even that mad," Jake said. "He made Clancy's friend sleep in the guest room and had a big talk with Clancy about appropriate behavior and everything, and I guess he called the other kid's Dad so he had a big talk waiting for him too when he got home. Clancy said it was super embarrassing but he didn't even get grounded or anything, and after they cooled it for a few weeks him and his friend were right back suckin' dicks."
"But they were a lot more careful then," Alex finished.
"Remember that book I told you about, Nathan?" Evan asked. "The one about Alternative Sexualities?"
"Yeah," I replied.
"It said in there that maybe 40 percent of grown men fooled around with other boys when they were kids. Most of them stopped when they were teenagers and started fooling around with girls. Maybe Clancy's Dad fooled around when he was young, and figured it was no big deal and Clancy would grow out of it just like he did."
Jake nodded in agreement. "Boys our age are super-weird about gay stuff. Lots and lots of boys will do it but it's like the worst thing in the world if anybody knows it. Even guys we've had sex with make fag jokes and are mean to any boy who even looks at a dick in the showers. Then the next weekend they sleep over at some kid's house and suck his dick half the night!"
"My Dad says it's part of adolescent social conformity," Evan said. "He gave me a talk before 6th grade because I'm younger and maybe I wouldn't understand why kids are so mean to each other in middle school. He said everybody feels like they're weird and they're scared to death that people won't like them unless they pretend they're just like everybody else. The problem is everybody is pretending and nobody is just like everybody else, but nobody can say so or the other kids will be mean to them."
Jake said, "Last year before you guys got to middle school there was an 8th grader named Darren who got beat up because kids said he was gay. He came right out and admitted he really was gay and said he had a boyfriend who was a freshman at Central. The Principal suspended all the boys who beat Darren up and put out a whole anti-bullying policy, and now if you get caught being mean to gay kids you get in real trouble."
"Did it help?" Evan asked. "Did it allow anyone else to admit they were gay?"
"Fuck no!" Jake said forcefully. "There's lots worse things they can do than beat you up!"
I asked, "Is that why you do the big fake-out?"
"Huh?"
"Remember our first date at the movies? You flirted with that pretty girl in the mall and Alex said you had to do stuff like that for the big fake-out."
"Oh, yeah," Alex answered for his boyfriend. "Jake has to pretend he likes girls so his jock friends won't know he's gay."
"That's so sad," Evan said. "Does that mean you'll never get to just be yourself? Will any of us?"
"It's different for me," Jake said. "I like to be on teams and play sports. It's real important to me, but if they knew I was gay it would ruin everything! None of the other guys would want me around, and even if the principal made them keep me on the team it wouldn't be fun anymore. Being an athlete and being close with my teammates... that's part of being myself, too."
"This gay thing is complicated," I said.
Alex sadly asked, "Why can't people just mind their own business and let people be who they really are?"
We all fell silent, sitting side-by-side on the edge of the tall platform with our legs dangling and our forearms crossed on the safety rail, contemplating the expanse of neatly landscaped lawn. The sun, which had passed behind a cloud for the past several minutes, came out again full force. The warmth was comforting, reassuring, and a glance around confirmed that all four of us welcomed it.
It was two weeks after a late Easter and it had been quite warm for several days. For the first time that spring I was wearing shorts. In fact all four of us wore them, purely by coincidence, and I gazed down the line at all the bare young flesh dangling in space. Each pair of legs was more beautiful than the last, smooth, pale and hairless, perfectly sculpted and delicious, from Jake's long muscular sinews to the delicately pink, childish flesh of Evan and Alex. Even my own hairless gams were beautiful to me, as strange as that sounds.
The "gay thing" might be complicated but it was my true self, my identity and in my secret heart, my joy. I loved Evan to the core of my soul, and I hoped to make love to him as many times as two humans can manage in a lifetime together. Alex was gorgeous, perfectly designed to fuel my animal lust, and I truly liked him as a person as well. Jake was a genuinely good guy and my heart went out to him for the tightrope he had to walk between the worlds of jocks and mortals.
By force of will I cast my melancholy aside.
"When is your Mom leaving for that golf thing, Alex?"
"Pretty soon, I think," he replied. "Why?"
"Because the very second that house is empty I'm going to take you down to the Media Room and fuck your brains out!"
All three boys regarded me wide-eyed, and then Alex's eyes steamed with excitement and he said, "Promise?"
Thanks for reading Part 4 of Nathan's Naughty Note. Part 5 is coming soon, or if you came to this story late it's already in my story archive here on my Prolific Authors page.
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