Date: Thu, 15 Apr 2021 02:51:33 +0000
From: "Jankin Noff (via Google Docs)" <jinoff930@gmail.com>
Subject: Riding Out the Storm Chapter 10

A quick apology to all my loyal readers: I was almost done writing the
halloween party scene and just didn't like it so I scrapped it and started
all over again. That and the job that I am preparing to start soon made
this chapter go completely off schedule. Thank you all for being so
patient.


This is a fictional story, none of these people really exist. In many
areas, states, counties, and countries this is illegal, please check in
your area and then do whatever you think is appropriate.

This story contains scenes of young teens and preteens engaging in sexual
activity, if this offends you then leave now.


Okay now that all the prudes are gone let me tell you that this is not a
quick jackoff story, I try to develop a relationship between my characters,
this story is more about boys coming to terms with who they are not how
often they get their rocks off or you get yours. There is nothing wrong
with that type of story and there are plenty here on Nifty that do just
that, if that is what you are in the mood for go ahead and find one it
won't bother me.


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Senan wakes up in the morning just as conflicted as he was when he went to
sleep. Irritated at himself because he can't seem to keep a coherent
thought in his head he is slow to get ready for school and is late for his
breakfast.

His mom questions him about his unusual behavior that morning. "What's
wrong sweetie? You seem to be really out of it. Are you feeling okay?" Her
voice is filled with nothing but concern for him.

He looks over at her, certain that she can't miss the dark circles around
his eyes. "I'm fine mom, I just didn't sleep well last night. I don't know
if it was just bad dreams, or something else, but I don't feel sick so
please don't ask if I want to stay home. I need to go to school today."

"Well that sounds ominous, but don't worry, if you don't have a fever I'm
not going to make you stay home." She goes into the bathroom and brings out
her electronic thermometer, then puts it against his forehead. When it
beeps she sees that his temperature is normal. "Nope, you're normal. Well,
at least your temperature is, it doesn't say anything about your
sanity. So, Mr. Faker, you are doomed to go to school today, there's no use
trying to talk me out of it, my mind is made up. So hurry up and finish
your breakfast or you'll be late for the bus."

Senan smiles at his mom's silliness and gets his backpack when he finishes
eating his breakfast. Realizing how late it is Senan has to run to get to
the bus on time, just barely making it to his stop before it leaves.

Kenneth gets up, unaware just how well his mood reflects Senan's for the
day, all he does know is that he has a bad headache and wants to pull his
covers over his head and go back to sleep. Unfortunately, he isn't allowed
that privilege, after the third time of hearing his door being knocked upon
he finally gets up. Twenty long minutes later he makes his way to the
kitchen and starts preparing his breakfast.

"Off to a slow start today, is everything okay?" His mom asks him.

He is better at being able to hide his true feelings so he tells her that
he is fine. "I didn't sleep too well, I have some stuff going on that I
can't stop thinking about and it affected my sleep, that's all."

"What kind of stuff? Anything you want to talk about?" His mom is trying to
be helpful without sounding smothering.

"I told Senan that I'd go to the Halloween party with him, so he would know
at least one person that he's comfortable with, you know how I feel about
things like that. So I'm trying to convince myself that it'll be fun but
I'm having a hard time with that. I'm not worried though, I'm sure that by
the time Friday rolls around I'll be okay with the idea."

With that he eats his breakfast and then heads to the bus stop, now
wrestling with yet another problem than the ones he woke up with that
morning. When he boards the bus he is too wrapped up in his thoughts to
give more than just a perfunctory greeting to Senan. He is so wrapped up in
his problems that he doesn't notice that Senan doesn't greet him back.

After a silent bus ride, they get off together and it is then that they
both realize that neither of them had even tried to carry on a
conversation. They look at each other and laugh, somewhat
self-consciously. "So, I guess that both of us have a lot that we're
thinking about," Senan says, looking at Kenneth with a smile on his
face. "Anything that you care to talk about?"

"Not really, not right now at least. I mean yeah, I've got stuff on my
mind, that's pretty obvious, but I'm not ready to talk about it yet. I hope
you don't mind."

No, no! That's okay, I've had a bunch of weird and distracting thoughts
going through my head lately too so I understand what you're going
through." Senan replies in commiseration.

"Well it seems as if today is going to be fairly nice, weather-wise, maybe
we could eat lunch outside and if you felt up to it we could discuss what's
bugging you?" Kenneth is hoping that by focusing on Senan's problems his
own will be ignored, or better yet, forgotten about
completely. Unfortunately, Senan is not being cooperative in that endeavor.

"No, I'm not ready to deal with this right now I guess. But don't worry,
when I am I'll be sure to let you know. In the meantime, it's something I
need to work on by myself."

They have known each other for about two months now, meeting for the first
time at the beginning of the school year and in that time have drawn as
close to each other as if they'd known each other all their lives, but
their fears and concerns cause them to forget how close they are, which is
the cause of their being scared to talk to each other. Hopefully, that will
change before they end up drifting apart.

Quinn wakes up feeling better than he has in quite a while. The talk he'd
had with Jax the night before helped him set his mind at ease, he knows
that things aren't perfect and that at some time he will have to figure out
how to live with his father, but for this moment, in this day he is happier
than he's been in a long time.

Getting out of bed he takes his morning shower and then goes down to the
kitchen. Seeing the state of the kitchen reminds him that he is supposed to
have it cleaned before he goes to school but he won't let that bother
either. "Not today," he says to himself, "today I'm too damn happy, I'm
starting to feel better about me, and I'm just going to let that feeling
carry me through the day. Later, tomorrow, I'll deal with all the crap."

After getting his morning chores done Quin heads off to meet up with Davis
and Jax, who notice the change in his attitude immediately.

"What's going on? You seem different somehow?" Davis asks as he studies his
friend as if the reason for his difference was some article of clothing he
had put on that morning.

"Nothing is different except how I feel. Today I have decided to not give a
crap. I don't give a crap about my dad, or what he thinks about me, I don't
give a crap about how he treats me, or that he constantly wants to put me
down. I just don't give a crap today. Therefore I have no other choice but
to be happy."

His friends look at him as if he's lost his mind, after all, he is such a
different person than whom they normally walk to school with.

"So what brought on this change of attitude? It doesn't sound as if
anything at home has gotten better." Davis continues to press him for an
explanation.

"No, you are right, nothing has gotten better at home, that's for damn
sure. In fact, I think that things might end up a lot worse in a little
bit. But you know how when you just struggle and fight and do everything
you can think of to make things go all right but they never do? You know
how tired you get when you push and push and nothing ever moves the way
it's supposed to?" He stops for a moment to see if his friends are
following along, when he sees that they are he continues his
explanation. "It's like trying to pull open a door that says push, when you
realize that you're fighting against something that you can't change you
realize how exhausted you are. I finally pushed instead of pulled and I
feel so relieved that I almost can't stand it. I'm not sure how much sense
that may make but that is the closest I can come to explaining why I feel
so good today."

Quinn's mood stays with him for the day, whenever Jax and Davis suggest
doing something to annoy or bother someone else he just tells them that he
doesn't feel like it and there the idea stops, he is the ringleader of the
three and if he doesn't want to do something then they don't do it.

Even Senan notices the change in math class, Quinn not only takes notes in
class but asks a couple of questions as well. Their teacher has a look of
surprise on his face at that but the questions are reasonable ones to ask
so he does take the time to answer them.

On the bus ride home both Kenneth and Senan have managed to shake the mood
that they were in earlier in the day, even though they weren't able to talk
about things at lunch, it wasn't that they didn't have time or a place to
talk it was a matter of neither of them being ready to talk about the
things that are occupying center stage in their minds lately.

None of this goes unnoticed by others though and once Senan and Quinn are
in his room, Quinn immediately asks him about it.

"So what's wrong?" Quinn asks as they get out their math books.

"What do you mean? What makes you think that anything is wrong?" Senan
asks, feeling both relieved and apprehensive that Quinn can see that
something is bothering him.

"Look I'm not always the most observant guy, but it's pretty obvious that
something is on your mind. Don't get me wrong, all your conversations seem
normal to most people I'm sure, but your usual witty comebacks are a little
slow and you just don't seem as engaged in things today. So, what's going
on in that noggin of yours?" He taps the top of Senan's head as he says
this, then stands there, staring at him while waiting for an answer.

Senan would rather not answer, he still isn't ready to talk about all the
thoughts that are swirling around in his brain. But he can see that Quinn
will not be put off. Collecting his thoughts he sits down on his bed,
creating some needed space between himself and part of his problem.

"I'm trying to sort out how I feel. You know how much I enjoy kissing you,
and all the other things we did yesterday, well I need to know what that
means to me. I kind of told you that I've done stuff with Kenneth as well,
and I'm also trying to figure that out too." He stops for a moment as he
tries to collect his thoughts. Quinn can sense that he hasn't gotten all
his thoughts out yet so he doesn't say anything, he just waits until Senan
is ready to talk some more.

"Look I know that guys sometimes experiment with other guys, most of the
time they end up being straight, sometimes they don't. I just don't know
where I land yet. All these feelings and emotions are too new for me, I
don't know how to process them. I think I might be in love but I really
don't know what that means."

Quinn reaches out to him, cupping his cheek in the palm of his
hand. "You're right. All this is new to you and it is hard to figure
out. My advice is to not worry about it right now. Who knows, you might
meet some pretty girl at the dance this Friday and decide not to mess
around with me or Kenneth anymore. Senan, you don't have to have it all
figured out right now. Most people don't, hell I didn't until just a little
while ago. I bet that Kenneth doesn't yet either."

"But you sure act like you do, and so does Kenneth, no offense but if you
guys can figure it out I should be able to as well." Senan says, confusion
all over his face as well as in his voice.

Quinn laughs, not at him but his words, and he's quick to let Senan know
that. "I'm sorry buddy, I can't help it. But I guess I should have expected
it. After all, I used to think that everyone else but me had everything
figured out too. Senan, that's just not true. Nobody has shit figured out,
it's just that some people are much better at making it look like they
do. Trust me Senan, it takes a long time for most of us to know who we are
and what we want."

Upon hearing that Senan lets out a huge breath that he's been keeping
inside for he doesn't know how long. Then he rolls over on his back,
exposing his red, puffy eyes. "Are you telling me that everyone is walking
around acting like they have it all figured out but inside they're just as
confused as I am?"

"Well, most of them, yeah. I'm sure that there are a few that have stuff
figured out but those are most likely the ones that aren't going to do
anything different than what mommy and daddy want them to do anyways."
Quinn looks at him and can't help himself, he starts running his fingers
over Senan's face.

Senan lays there and lets him, enjoying the feel of his fingers pressed
against him and analyzing how it makes him feel. He realizes that the touch
is a source of comfort and calm to him. "You know what's interesting? A
month ago there was no way this could've happened. But now it seems
natural. I don't mean that we are meant to be or anything like that but I
find it interesting how once you take the time to get to know someone your
feelings change. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes I do, I know I treated you pretty shitty before but now I can't
imagine that happening again." As soon as he says the words he is hit with
a monster wave of guilt because he knows that is exactly what he is
doing. He also knows that he should tell Davis to stop but he can't. Deep
inside himself, where the part of him that is only concerned with his
safety resides, he is scared that if he doesn't try and force Senan to
decide between him and Kenneth then he will lose him. There is also another
part that tells him that if he continues down the path he is on he will
cause his fear of losing Senan to become a reality and end their
friendship.

With Senan's emotions settled down, at least temporarily, they get started
on the homework. Quinn tries to object, saying that Senan is in no
condition to be able to focus on anything so complex and that he should
take the day off from tutoring. Senan counters that with the fact that, now
that wrestling tryouts are just a few days away, it is more important to
focus on the math than it was previously because soon their time to work on
it will be curtailed. As expected, Senan wins the argument and soon they
are deep into the math book. Staying that way until his father knocks on
the door and Senan gets up to answer it.

"What's up? Woah, is it that late already?" Senan is surprised to see his
father at the door as he had lost track of time since they started working.

"I told you we were working overtime," Quinn says teasingly as he closes
his book. "I've got such a headache from all the stuff you crammed in
there." They all laugh as he pretends to collapse on the desk, holding his
head and groaning in pain.

"All right, well I just came up to see if you were able to stay for dinner
tonight, Quinn." His father finally gets to the reason for his knocking on
the door.

"I better not tonight, but next week, after I get on the wrestling team,
then that'll change." Quinn answers carefully, not wanting to disclose the
argument with his father as the reason for his not eating with them.

"Wrestling? Pretty impressive, have you ever wrestled before?"

"Yeah, I started two years ago but that was on an after-school team, this
is the first year I'll be able to wrestle for the school."

"Well, you'll have to let us know when the matches are, we'll see if maybe
we can't get to some of them."

"I've already told him I was planning on going to the local ones, once in a
while at least." Senan adds to the conversation.

Then they all hear his mom telling them that dinner will be ready soon and
that reminds his father why he was there in the first place. "Why don't you
get your stuff ready while I let her know that I need to take you home." He
says to Quinn.

After they drop Quin off at home Senan watches as he walks to the door,
giving a little wave when he turns just before he walks inside his house.

Once they get home dinner is already on the table so it isn't until later
that Senan can call Kenneth. "Hey, I need to apologize to you, I was in a
foul mood earlier and I think I took it out on you a little. I'm sorry." He
says when Kenneth gets on the phone.

"Don't worry about it, I wasn't being too nice to you either, I guess we're
both having an off day today. How about we both try to get some good sleep
and try again tomorrow?" He suggests, hopefully.

"That sounds good, and I know a good way to get those thoughts to settle
down." Senan says.

"Really? What's your solution?" Kenneth asks.

Senan laughs, "You should know, after all, you're the one who taught it to
me," His voice drops into a whisper, "You know, thinking thoughts, rubbing
yourself, what did you call it? Choking the chicken, um, rubbing one out."

By this time Kenneth decides to join in on the fun. "Oh, yeah. You mean,
playing tug of war with the cyclops, spanking the monkey, varnishing the
flagpole, stroking the one-eyed snake..."

Senan cuts him off with a loud and wild laugh. "All right, all right! I get
it, you know even more euphemisms. Where did you hear all those from
anyway?"

"I've got a couple of older cousins, family get-togethers can be quite
educational when you have to share a room with your fifteen-year-old
cousin."

"Hmm, you'll have to share some of those stories with me sometime. They
sound like they could be very inspiring." At that, he changes the topic of
the conversation to the dance on Friday. "So about the dance on Friday, are
you certain I can't get you to change your mind and dress up in a costume?"

It's obvious to Kenneth that Senan is kidding and he responds in
turn. "Sure, I'll dress up as a parrot and sit on your shoulder all night
long, how's that sound?"

Senan laughs and, after they talk some more, he says goodnight to Kenneth
and then hangs up the phone. After he climbs into his bed, Senan starts to
fantasize about him and Kenneth, and then his fantasies change to him and
Quinn instead. At first, he gets annoyed by that and tries to change his
fantasies back to include Kenneth but when it happens a second, third, and
fourth time he gives up the battle and allows his fantasies to go in the
direction that they seemed to want to go in by themselves. When he feels
the tingles continue to grow and spread through his body he starts to
stroke himself faster. Continuing to stroke himself he uses his other hand
to rub the areas that he's found to help the tingles grow, his nipples,
belly, and balls. Finally, his climax hits him and when it does he feels
his breath increase and his body twist and arch as he reacts to the
feelings that course through him, finally dropping in a relaxed and sleepy
pile of boy flesh, he lays on his bed and waits to get his breath
back. Shortly after that, he falls into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Kenneth lays down his thoughts on Senan and his feelings about his best
friend. Trying to sort out, not just how he feels about his friend but also
how Senan feels about him. Thinking about the things that Senan has said in
the past he feels pretty certain that Senan likes him and feels that there
may be stronger feelings than just friendship, his biggest concern is that
if he is wrong and he tries to push their friendship into a stronger
relationship than just friends and Senan doesn't want it then that might
ruin their friendship. "I don't want that," he thinks to himself. "If I
were to lose him as a friend that would ruin me. But would I lose him as a
friend? After all the things we've done with each other would he stop being
my friend?"

Unable to come to a definite conclusion to the problem he decides instead
to turn his thoughts to one of his favorite fantasies, him and Senan being
together, not just as friends who are masturbating together but as two
people who have declared their love for each other and are open about their
feelings, at school and home, and that everybody is happy for them.

Finally, he reaches his climax as, in his fantasy, they share their bodies
and their love for each other. At that Kenneth can feel his climax
approaching, fluids coming up the tube and through his dick were felt by
his hand as it starts to shoot out of his slit and up his body. Once it
starts shooting out of him he takes his fingers and starts to lick up the
fluid pooling on his belly, knowing that getting his cum when it is still
warm is better, he does this quickly so it doesn't have a chance to cool
down much. Satisfied, he pulls his underwear up, covers himself with his
blanket, and falls asleep.

The next couple of days go by and then it is Friday, Senan wakes up that
morning and jumps out of bed then rushes into the shower, moments later his
mom can hear his shower ending and is ready to help him with his costume as
soon as he asks.

To her surprise he enters the kitchen a few minutes later, dressed in his
regular school clothes.

"Oh, I thought that you'd be wearing your costume," she sounds confused as
she makes the observation, "don't they have a dress-up day at school?"

"Not in junior high they don't. That's part of the reason why I want to go
to the party tonight." He holds up a hand to forestall what he expects to
hear her say. "I know it's really a dance but I'm not planning on doing a
lot of dancing so I'm calling it a party instead." He says to explain why,
to him, there is a difference between the names of the functions.

"Oh, I see," she says, "so I guess you won't be needing my help with your
costume then? At least not right now. Maybe tonight though?"

"Yeah, mom. I would be very grateful if you were to help me with my costume
tonight, would you be willing to do that?" He asks with a grin on his face,
he knows that she will like nothing more than to help him get his pirate
costume ready for the party.

The day moves slowly for him as he has a hard time concentrating, several
times throughout the day he gets called upon by one teacher or another to
refocus and pay attention in class. Finally, school is over and he and
Quinn head to the busses.

"Are you coming over today?" Senan looks at Quinn, a confused expression is
on his face.

"Well, yeah, I thought so. We didn't talk about it earlier during the week
but this is the last chance to work on Algebra before I try out for the
wrestling team." He pauses for a moment, then realizes why Senan might not
want to work on math today. "Unless that is, you don't think you'd be up to
tutoring today? Maybe you have a party distracting you?" He smiles so that
Senan knows he's teasing him.

"Maybe I do, but I bet that I'll be better at teaching the lesson than
you'll be at understanding it."

Quinn's mind goes back to the last time they made a similar bet and smiles
as he starts to get hard at the memory. makes him start to get hard. "Fine,
you're on, and we'll make it the same as last time okay? Only this time the
deal goes both ways, if you can clearly explain the lesson to me then you
win, but if you have a hard time explaining it, or stumble over the
explanation, then I win. The winner gets to be in control the next time we
fool around." He holds his hand out, ready to seal the deal with a fist
bump.

Senan reaches out and taps the extended knuckles with his own. "You're on."
He says as the grin on his face splits even wider.

When he gets on the bus he sits, as usual, next to Kenneth, with Quinn
sitting behind him. "What time is your dad going to pick me up?" Kenneth
asks.

"The party starts at seven, we figured that if we got you by twenty `til we
would bet there right when it starts." Senan explains once again.

"Okay, that's what I remember, I just wanted to be sure that nothing had
changed."

"So, you're pretty excited about this dance, are you?" Quinn asks him as
they are walking to Senan's house.

"Yes, but I'm not going there to dance. So for me, it's just a party."
Senan replies.

Quinn lets loose with a bark of laughter. "I'm sorry Senan but you might
end up dancing whether you want to or not." He says by way of explaining
his odd behavior.

"What do you mean?" Senan asks, just a little bit of panic in his voice.

"What are you going to do if someone asks you to dance? I get that you're
not planning on dancing but if a girl comes up to you and wants to dance
are you going to tell her no?"

"Why would a girl ask me to dance?" He asks, confused as he had never
thought about the possibility of someone wanting to dance with him.

Quinn stops walking and it takes a moment for Senan to notice that he's no
longer walking beside him. "Because, Senan, you're cute, any girl would be
quite happy to be able to dance with you. Who knows, there might be more
than one of them that would be thrilled with the possibility of spending
some time with you on the dance floor." He smiles at him and then starts
walking again once he's done talking.

This time it is Senan's turn to stop walking as he has a hard time
processing the idea that a girl would want to dance with him. "Why would
they do that? That just makes no sense. Besides that, isn't it up to the
boy who he dances with? That's what I've seen in movies, the guy always
asks the girl, not the other way around."

"Sure, it might work that way in the movies Senan, but real life doesn't
work that way. Real-life means other people get to do what they want as
well, even if it's not what you were hoping they would do."

By this time they are both walking again and are almost at Senan's
house. "Maybe I shouldn't go then. It's not just that I don't want to
dance, but I don't even know how to dance! I'll make a fool of myself for
sure!" His mind is starting to go into a panic, only the fact that they are
at his house gets them inside as his arm opens the door without him being
aware of it.

As they take off their shoes an idea comes to Senan. "Unless...Hey Quinn,
how good are you at dancing? Could you teach me a few dance steps?" He
asks, hoping that there will be a positive response to his question.

"Oh no, first of all, I have no idea of how to dance, and even if I did how
in the world would I teach you in such a short amount of time?"

"Hello boys, what's going on?" His mom asks as she greets them with their
usual snack when they get there. "Did I hear something about dancing?"

"Yeah, you did," Quinn responds before Senan has a chance to, "Senan wasn't
aware that girls might want to dance with him even though he has no plans
on dancing. Now he's freaking out a little, which wasn't my intention at
all, I swear." He holds his hands out as if trying to keep his distance
from the situation that is developing.

"I'm okay mom, I'm not freaking out, it just caught me by surprise, that's
all. Come on, we need to get some work done, there's not as much time as
usual today." Senan says as he takes his backpack and goes down the hall to
his room.

Quinn follows him and when the door is closed he mentions the other idea he
has. "I do have a thought as to how you might solve your problem, would you
like to hear it?"

"Yeah, if you have a way to help me I want to know what it is." Senan says,
anxious to hear of any idea that could help him.

"Well if a girl asks you to dance what if you told them you just like to
slow dance and refuse to do another type of dancing?"

Senan has a doubtful expression on his face. "How would that help? I don't
know how to do that either." He says, certain now that there is no way out
of the possibility of having to dance with someone.

Now Quinn smiles widely, as he knows he has a solution to this problem. "I
can help with the slow dancing, it's not difficult to do."

The look of relief on Senan's face is pronounced, so happy he is to hear
that there might be a solution to his problem. "You can? How?"

"I'll teach you, it isn't hard to learn, and then we'll start working on
math. How's that sound?"

"Sure, what do we need to do?" He has no idea of how Quinn is going to
teach him but if there is a solution to the problem then he is willing to
do whatever is necessary to make it work.

"Well, first we need music, something slow. How about that jazz music we
listened to in the car? That would work, I'm pretty sure."

Senan goes to the clock radio that sits on his dresser and turns it on, it
takes him a few minutes to find the station he's looking for but when he
does he turns it loud enough to be heard clearly in the room but, he hopes
that it can't be heard down the hallway.

"Okay, next we need to dance, come close to me, and just listen to my
instructions." Quinn stands there trying to figure out how he is going to
handle the situation without things going out of control, he's already
getting hard with the thought of the two of them standing so close to each
other.

Senan moves closer to him, close enough for a hug or a kiss if that is what
he wants to do. "Okay, now what? I mean I've got the idea that it's
supposed to be romantic or something so would I just put my hands all over
her?"

"No. That's not what a girl considers romantic. What I'm going to do is
hold you as if you are the girl. Pay attention to where my hands go, okay?"
With that, he reaches out and puts his arms around Senan, one hand on his
shoulder while the other rests on his waist. Then he pulls him close to him
as if they are going to kiss.

Quinn stands there for a moment feeling awkward, he doesn't do anything or
move, until he can figure why it seems so odd. Then it hits him as he's
standing there. "Okay, um, you need to have your hands on me too. Usually,
the girl will put her hands on the guy's shoulder, can you do that?"

"Sure, like this?" Senan does as asked, the palms of his hands are now
resting on his shoulders, but as neither of them is doing anything else he
feels weird and, once again he's ready to quit. "Well, so far this seems
pretty stupid if you ask me." He comments, hoping that it will all be over
soon.

"That's because we haven't started dancing yet," Quinn replies, feeling
equally frustrated with himself and his lack of teaching skills. "Okay, so
you hear the music right? Well, what you need to do now is move your body
in time to the music."

Quinn isn't certain what it is that Senan is doing as he moves his body up
and down to the music, but he's certain that it isn't dancing, of any type,
slow or fast. He puts a stop to it quickly.

"Okay, woah, woah, woah. Um, that's not what I meant. Okay, let me show you
what I mean. I'm going to start dancing while I'm holding you. You just
watch and when you feel ready join in okay?" After getting a nod of
agreement Quinn puts his hands back on Senan and, once again pulls him
closer. This time he starts slowly swaying his hips back and forth to the
music, Soon he starts moving his body in a small, tight circle, forcing
Senan to move his feet with him.

Soon Quinn smiles as he sees Senan starting to sway as well. "There you go,
you got it. See that didn't take long at all did it?"

"No, but I do have a question. Can I try being the guy? That way I can get
an idea of how it feels to be me dancing, instead of your date?"

Quinn can't help but laugh at that. "Sure, we'll just switch hand
positions, then try it again."

After a moment of fumbling around, they finally get themselves straightened
out and start the rhythmic swaying again. "How does that feel to you?"
Quinn asks as he leans in and lays his head on his shoulder.

Instead of giving an answer Senan reaches out and brings Quinn's face to
his, tilting his head up he presses his lips against Quinn's and gives him
a deep kiss. "I don't know why I did that!" Senan says as he abruptly pulls
his lips away, obviously upset with himself as he does.

"Senan? What's wrong? I thought everything was going good?" Concern for his
friend is not just in his voice but writ large on his face as well.

"No, you're fine, what we were doing is fine, but I'm not. I promised
myself that I wouldn't kiss you or Kenneth until I figure all this out." He
backs away from Quinn, keeping the distance of the bed between them. "I
appreciate you teaching me the dancing stuff, and I'll let you know how
things go when I see you next week, okay? For now, we should spend the rest
of our time working on the math."

He grabs his book and goes to the desk, expecting Quinn to pull up the
other chair and get his work as well. They spend the next hour working on
the math, then Senan's mom offers to take Quinn home as it is time for
Senan to eat before he needs to get ready for the school party.

By the time his father gets home he is dressed in his costume and ready to
go. "Hold up there son, you won't be leaving for about half an hour. Gives
me some time to relax before I have to take you." That said he sits to
relax and watch a little TV, watching as Senan, who is extremely anxious by
this point, can't sit still.

Finally, his father puts him out of his misery. "Okay, let's go and get
your friend. I assume that he's still going right?"

"Yes dad, Kenneth is still going to go with me. He said something about
making sure that no one will bother me there."

"That's a good friend you have there." His mom calls from the kitchen.

After hearing his mom tell him to "Have a good time!" about three times too
many he finally gets in his father's car and goes to pick up Kenneth.

Kenneth is sitting in the front room as he waits for Senan and his father
to pick him up, as he told Senan earlier he isn't dressed in a costume, for
he is going for the sole reason of not wanting anyone to give Senan a hard
time. He gets up to answer the door when he hears the knocking and sees
Senan's costume for the first time. "Hey, cool pirate costume." He says as
he opens the door. "I don't think anyone is going to mess with you but as
long as you stay close to me I'll make sure that no one does." He says as
they walk to the car.

Ten minutes and they are being dropped off in front of the school, before
they get out though Senan's dad has a little talk with them. "Okay boys,
just a reminder. I will be as close to this spot as I can when it's time to
pick you up. If, for any reason you need to leave early, get one of the
chaperones to take you to a phone and call me. Cindy and I will be home all
night just in case you need us. I'm not going to tell you to have fun
because first of all I'm sure you will without me telling you to, and
second I think your mom has already said it enough." With that he lets the
boys leave the car and sits there watching them until they enter the
gym. He doesn't see any negative reactions to Senan's pirate costume and he
notices that there are other kids wearing costumes as well, though not many
it helps him feel more comfortable with the decision his son made.

After paying their entry fee the boys walk in and look around, surprised to
see the changes done to the gym for the dance. They notice that some
typical Halloween decorations are hanging on the walls, cardboard cutouts
of bats, witches, and skeletons. The basketball hoops had been made up to
look like spider webs, with paper mache spiders hanging in them. The
regular lights were turned down and in each corner there were small
spotlights that were revolving through the gym, sending out shafts of dark
green and orange light throughout the room.

As the boys had arrived at the beginning of the dance there weren't many
people there and no one had started dancing yet, even though the music was
already playing quite loud. Both of them were impressed that the music that
was playing was all selections they recognized, they were concerned that
the music would be too old-fashioned to be enjoyable. Then they noticed
that it was one of the teacher's aides that were in charge of the
turntable. Younger than the rest of the staff, these teachers were still in
school themselves so they had a good idea of what would be enjoyed by the
students.

"Dang, this looks pretty cool! Don't you think it looks cool Kenneth?"
Senan can hardly standstill as he looks around at how the gym has been
transformed for the occasion.

Kenneth smiles at the excitement his friend is displaying at the
decorations. "Yeah, it does look pretty neat, I gotta admit that they did a
real good job on the decorations." As he looks around Kenneth spots the
snack table and sees that it is being supervised by adults that were also
dressed in costume for the night.

"Come over here, we can get something to drink." He says to Senan as he
grabs his arm and starts to lead him in that direction. Once there they
both recognize some of their teachers, and Senan notices that their
costumes are like his, something easy to take parts off of and then look
like regular clothes. After talking to them for a few minutes, Senan and
Kenneth walk away and try to find a quiet place to stand and watch the
activities. Quickly they realize just how hard this is as there are several
speakers in the building and the music echoes throughout the room.

As more people come in, Senan notices that some are boys and girls coming
in together, once this happens the dancing finally starts. It doesn't take
long for both Senan and Kenneth to find a few of their classmates that they
consider friends and they are all hanging out together, making jokes and
expressing their opinion about how much more fun this is than having to go
trick-or-treating with a younger sibling.

"But what if you weren't with your family?" Asks Senan, "What if it was you
and a couple of friends instead? Wouldn't that be fun?"

Some of the other boys agree with his sentiment that they would have fun if
it was them with their friends and no adult supervision. The thought of
egging and TPing houses draws out the desire of being edgy mischief-makers,
however now that they are at the dance none of them are brave enough to
leave it, first of all, Mr. Carson is on door duty and they know that he
would ask a bunch of questions, second none of them have any eggs or toilet
paper with them so even if they could get out there is nothing they could
do.

After talking for a while Kenneth is surprised when he feels a tap on his
shoulder. Turning around he is surprised to see a dark-haired girl standing
there looking at him.

"I would like to dance with you." She's loud as she is trying to speak over
the music, but even with that he still has a hard time hearing her. "What
was that?" He cups a hand behind his ear and leans forward so he can hear
her when she repeats herself.

"You, me, dance." She says, pointing first at him, then herself, and then
moves her fingers in a wiggling motion as she looks toward the dance
floor. Kenneth is startled, to say the least, and looks over at Senan with
a surprised expression on his face.

Senan is happy as at this time there is a fast song playing and he knows
that he wouldn't be able to go out on the dance floor. But he feels certain
that Kenneth can handle himself out there and he is standing around talking
to a bunch of friends, so he just nods his head, as if to say go ahead and
have fun. Then he watches as Kenneth does indeed go with the girl to dance.

Senan and the other boys laugh and kid around but, as Senan watches Kenneth
dance, he realizes that his friend is a pretty good dancer. He is surprised
when he stays out for a second song but is even more surprised when another
girl steps up to him just as a slow song starts playing.

"Would you like to dance?" She asks him, a hopeful look on her face. Senan
is surprised by this girl's interest in him, he has seen her around the
school and although he doesn't know her name he does know that she is older
than him, he's fairly certain that she is a ninth-grader and he knows that
usually, the older students have nothing to do with the younger ones so her
asking him to dance confuses him. However, he takes a quick look at Kenneth
and sees that he is still with the other girl, their bodies close together
as they sway to the music much like Quinn had taught him earlier that day.

"Sure." He says, grabbing her hand and moving out to find a somewhat open
area to dance in. Holding her as he was shown he's surprised when her hands
don't go where he expects them to. Instead one of them is on the small of
his back while the other moves lower, settling firmly on a butt cheek.

Trying not to show his discomfort he starts to rock his body gently back
and forth in time to the music. Then he remembers that he is supposed to be
turning in circles and he starts to shuffle his feet around. The girl is
taller than him and Senan is uncomfortably aware of the fact that his eyes
are right in line with her throat, which means that if he looks down he can
see the swell of her breasts, not that they are on display in the outfit
she is wearing but he is acutely aware of their presence.

"I like you," She whispers as she lays her head against his. "I thought you
were cute the first time I saw you." She continues speaking, for this Senan
is grateful, he has no idea of how to respond to what she's saying.

"Follow me." She says when the music ends and she takes his hand, leading
him off the dance floor. Senan notices right away that they aren't heading
back to his friends and he starts to get a little afraid.

"Where are we going?" He asks, keeping his panic down.

"Figure it out silly, I want to spend some time with you and we aren't able
to go outside, so I'm taking you somewhere where we can be alone."

She takes him in the direction of the bathroom, then stops in front of
it. She looks around, making sure that they are alone. "Go in and make sure
that no one is in there," she whispers in his ear, "then we'll go into one
of the toilets where we can make out and maybe do something more. Doesn't
that sound like fun?" She runs her fingers up and down his chest as she
says this, then pushes her body against his when she says "something more".

Feeling somewhat pushed into doing what she wants him to do, as well as
confused as to why she is so interested in him, Senan does as asked. He
enters the bathroom and sees that three stalls have closed doors and one
stall that is open, going back to the entrance he opens it and tells her
the condition of the room.

"Good," she says to him, "go in the empty stall and drop your pants and
underwear, I'll be in there as soon as there's no one watching."

"Drop my clothes? Why would I do that?" Senan asks, very confused about
what is happening.

"Just do it," she says impatiently, "you want to have some fun don't you?"
she says to him, rubbing her hand around his zipper and trying to sound
seductive as she does so.

Senan goes back into the bathroom then enters the empty stall. Nervous and
unsure he uses one hand to hold the door closed while he starts to loosen
his trousers with the other. As his pants drop he hears footsteps drawing
near so he pulls his underwear down as well in anticipation of the feel of
her hand around his dick, wondering if it will feel as good as Kenneth's or
Quinn's does.

When the door is yanked open, to his surprise it isn't her that is standing
there but three older boys. In his shock, he tries to close the toilet door
but they are blocking it with their bodies.

Laughing and pointing are all that he is aware of, they might be saying
something but he cannot concentrate on words. He gives up on the attempt at
closing the door and instead tries to leave the small cubicle, not finding
it easy at first as they are all blocking the only exit. Feeling at this
point he only has one opportunity, he grabs the waist of his pants with one
hand and punches the boy closest to him in the crotch with the other.

Surprise is on his side, that is all that Senan can figure out later, when
he has time to think about what happens, for the boy lets out an "Oof" and
drops to his knees, hands cupping his balls. Senan knows that they won't
stay down for long, even if he can hit all three of them he isn't strong
enough to incapacitate them for long. He throws another punch at the next
one in line but doesn't make the solid connection as he did with the first
one because the boy anticipates the action and backs up as he swings. This
does cause the boys to collide against each other and he takes advantage of
their confusion and the gap in the doorway to run.

Without looking back to see if they are after him he runs out the door and
right past the girl, noticing somehow that she has a smirk on her face as
he goes past. He continues to run through the auditorium, with no idea of
where he is or where he's heading to. He loses all rational thought until
he is away from the gym and standing on the oval track used for track and
field activities.

After Kenneth finishes the slow dance he excuses himself from the girl he's
dancing with and goes back to his friends. "Where's Senan?" He asks as he
doesn't see him standing around any longer.

"I don't know, dancing with some girl I guess." Says one of the boys,
clearly upset that no girl has yet asked him to dance.

"What do you mean, dancing?" Kenneth is upset that somehow he lost track of
his friend while he was having fun, even more, upset with himself that he
allowed himself to get so distracted by some girl that meant nothing to
him.

"After you went off with that one girl another came along and asked Senan
to dance when the slow song came on." Says one of the other boys, not quite
as upset not to be dancing. "That's the last we saw of him, I figure he
must still be on the dance floor."

Kenneth looks around the dance floor, not expecting to see him out there as
he remembers how adamant Senan was about not dancing. Just as he becomes
aware of the fact that he has no idea where his friend is and is talking
himself into going to look for him, he sees someone running across the
dance floor.

Watching as people are pushed out of the way, and no apology is given he
doesn't, at first, believe that the running figure could be Senan, that is
until he can see him clearly as space opens around him.

He doesn't know what set him off and for now, that isn't what is important,
dropping his almost empty cup of punch Kenneth takes off after him, heading
toward the doorway that he can see Senan is aiming for. Hearing the adult
guardian of the door try unsuccessfully to stop Senan, Kenneth cries out
with "Going to see what's wrong with him!" as he runs through the
doorway. Prepared to be stopped Kenneth has another explanation prepared
but to his surprise, it turns out not to be necessary as the adult allows
him passage.

Running out into the night Kenneth realizes how cold it had gotten in the
hour that they'd been inside the gym. Taking a moment to look around
Kenneth thinks he can hear someone running in the field so he heads in that
direction.

There he watches as the figure takes a few more steps and then
collapses. He heads that way cautiously, still not sure if it's Senan. Then
he hears him cry out and he knows who it is so he races over to him.

Reaching him, Kenneth stands there looking down, watching and listening as
he hears long wracking sobs coming from him. He thinks that Senan is saying
something but can't figure out what it might be, his words are so contorted
by the sobs that are still forcing themselves from his body.

"What's wrong?" He asks as he bends down, trying to get his attention. No
reply at first so Kenneth drops himself down to the ground. Reaching out he
starts to rub his back, just giving the reassurance that he is no longer
alone and there is someone there for him.

Kenneth has no idea how long he sits there until finally, Senan moves,
rotating slightly so that he can see Kenneth.

"Sorry, I guess this is why you don't like these types of things, huh?"
Senan says between hiccups.

Kenneth continues to keep his hand on his friend. "Are you kidding? This is
why I'm here, in case you need help." He's silent for a moment until he can
tell that Senan has his breathing under control. "So what happened?"

"Stupid bullies!" He replies vehemently, "Why can't they just leave me
alone?" He wipes hot, angry tears off his cheek as he says this.

At first, Kenneth is ready to blame Quinn and his friends, certain that
they are behind whatever happened, and starts looking around for
them. "Damn those three. Where are they? This time I'm going to kick all
their asses, Quinn and his idiot friends have picked on you for the last
time!" He responds angrily and starts to stand up.

"It wasn't them," Senan says, so quiet that Kenneth almost doesn't hear
him. He repeats himself, louder to make sure that Kenneth hears him. "It
wasn't Quinn and his cronies. It was some older guys. I don't know who they
are but I'm pretty certain that they're ninth graders." This is too much
for him and at the end of the statement he curls up into the fetal
position, trying to protect himself from any possible onslaught.

Kenneth sighs as he realizes that, for the moment, there is no one for him
to attack, no one that he can punish for what Senan is going
through. Calming himself down he sits down and attempts to help his friend
regain control. "Can you tell me what happened?" He asks as he wants to
help but doesn't know how to.

"Not now, I don't want to talk about it right now." Comes the small
voice. But he does sit up, leaning against Kenneth as he does so, clinging
onto him, his arms wrapped around Kenneth's chest.

Kenneth returns the gesture, providing the strength and support that Senan
needs at the moment and not caring if anyone else sees their embrace or
not.

After a while, Senan pulls away, not much, just enough to be able to
breathe without inhaling his friend's scent. "I need to fix my pants." He
says between snuffles and he stands up to do just that.

"I cannot believe that you were sitting next to me this whole time with
your pants undone and I never noticed." Kenneth laughs as he says that,
hoping to lighten the mood somewhat.

"Talk about a wasted opportunity." Senan says, showing Kenneth that his
attempt at humor is working. After fixing his pants and removing his
costume Senan reaches out and hugs his friend.

"Do you want to go back in?" Kenneth asks, even though he's fairly certain
that he knows the answer, and that is confirmed by Senan shaking his
head. "Well, I'm sorry that your last Halloween turned out so crappy. What
would you like to do? Want to call your dad and have him pick us up?"

  "No!" The answer comes fast and is accompanied by a surprising amount of
anger behind it. "I'm not going to let those jerks ruin my night!" He
stands up straight and he starts to put back on the removable parts of his
costume. "You want to know what I want to do? What I really, truly want to
do? I want to go trick-or-treating. Why not, I know what you said about not
doing that anymore in junior high but right now I'm just a twelve-year-old
kid, and I want to do twelve-year-old kid things. Come on Kenneth, this is
a bust, there's no way I'm going back in there tonight. All that happened
because I did what I was told was expected by me."

At this point Kenneth interrupts him. "I know Senan and I'm so sorry that
it turned out this way." He reaches out with a hand to try and offer
comfort.

"I'm not blaming you for this, it was those jerks in the bathroom. But now
I want to do what I want to do. Does that make sense?"

Kenneth looks at him, upset that what was supposed to be a fun night turned
so rotten for him and determined to do whatever he can to cheer him up. "So
trick-or-treating huh? You realize that I have no costume." He sighs,
knowing that he's going to give in. "Where are we going to do this? If you
want to go to your neighborhood then we'll need to call your dad for a ride
home."

"No, I don't want to call dad, what if we go around this neighborhood and
watch the time, that way we can be back in time to be picked up and he'll
never know what happened. As far as your costume, you can either stay in
the background and miss out on the candy, or you can just tell people
you're dressed as a junior high school student or something equally
creative. What about it? Which seems like a better idea to you?"

"Alright, let's do it. I'll be dressed as the world's laziest student, too
lazy to even come up with a good costume." He smiles and laughs as some of
Senan's excitement starts to rub off on him.

For almost an hour the boys roam the neighborhood, the first house they
stop at going so far as to give them bags to hold their treats, keeping a
careful eye on the time they make their way back to the gym before Jim
shows up to take them home.

"Hey you two, did you have fun?" He asks as they get in the car.

"Yes!" They both say in unison, then Senan adds more. "It was a lot more
fun than I thought it was going to be. Very different from what I expected,
that's for sure."

He notices the bags that they are carrying and asks about them. "Are those
bags of candy? Where did you get those?"

"They played some games, bobbing for apples, pin the wart on the witch's
nose, those types of games, the candy was the prize. We did pretty well on
them and some of our friends gave their candy to us as well." Kenneth
speaks first, he'd been thinking of a good reason for the candy and also
knows that he's better at deceiving Senan's dad than Senan is.

"Hey dad, do we have any plans for tomorrow?" Senan speaks up, trying to
make certain that no more questions about the candy are asked.

"No, it's just going to be a lazy day around the house, why?" He answers as
he pulls away from the curb.

"Would it be okay if Kenneth spent the night at our house then? If his
parents agree to it as well?" He looks at Kenneth to try and judge if this
something that he's interested in doing as well. The grin on his face as
well as the sparkle in his eye shows his level of interest.

"Why don't we go to his house and see what they say? We'd have to go there
anyway, either to drop him off or to pick up some clothes for him. I don't
expect that your mom is going to be too upset to see that there's going to
be an extra body at the table for breakfast."

"Thanks, Dad, you're the best!" He tries to hug his dad but it doesn't work
very well as he is driving, instead, Senan settles for patting his arm and
kissing him on his cheek.

While driving to Kenneth's house the two boys talk and it is decided that
Kenneth will go in by himself so that his parents won't feel pressured to
tell them yes. It is agreed that, if necessary, Senan's father will come in
to let them know he and his wife are okay with the idea.

Senan watches nervously as Kenneth goes inside, he is trying to stay cool
and calm as he doesn't want to reveal how much he is anticipating the
night.

A few minutes later Kenneth is coming back to the car, Senan is dismayed to
see that he isn't carrying anything in his hands. "Well, what did they
say?" He asks anxiously.

Kenneth tries to keep a sad look on his face trying hard to look upset but
is unable to keep the charade going for long and by the time he has made it
to the car he's smiling broadly. "They said it was okay, they aren't
worried about me being home by a particular time either." This last part is
said to Senan's father so that he knows there is no rush to get him
home. "My dad even suggested that I take my bike, the weather is supposed
to be nice tomorrow so he suggested that we could spend some time at the
park."

"That sounds like fun," Senan says, "Hey dad, why don't we get his bike out
of the garage while he gets whatever he needs to bring with him?"

"That sounds like a good idea. Kenneth, why don't you let your parents know
we're getting your bike, that way they won't freak out when they hear the
noise in the garage." Jim suggests, being the practical parent that he is.

"Okay, I'll be back in just a minute or two. Are you sure that my bike will
fit in the car?"

"Yeah, the back seat can fold down, it might mean that the two of you will
have to share the front seat but it's not too far so I'm sure it'll be
okay."

With that he and Senan head to the garage as Kenneth goes back inside to
get a change of clothes for the next day. By the time he makes it back to
the car, they already have the bike in the back and he notices that, as
predicted, the back seat is folded down. Noticing that there is no room for
him to sit in the back any longer he looks at Senan with a bit of a
grin. "Well the way I see it," he starts to say, "is we have two
choices. One, I can ride on the top of the car while your dad drives
slowly. Or two, I can drive while you and your dad share the other part of
the seat."

"Or, there's a third option," Jim says, smiling so that the boys know he's
playing with them. "You and Senan can walk home, you aren't that far, I
expect it should take maybe an hour or so, if you move quickly that is."

"I've got an idea, why don't Kenneth and I share this half of the seat
while you drive, dad."

Both Jim and Kenneth feign surprise at that. "The two of you share a seat,
why didn't I think of that? Did you think of that idea Kenneth?"

"Why no, no I didn't. That must be why your son is the genius and I'm just
a simple student."

"Alright you two, I get it, you guys had already figured that out. Let's
get going before I decide that I really do want to walk home." With that
they all pile into the car, there is a moment of turmoil as they work out
how they are going to share the seat. Turns out that the best way is to
have Kenneth sit on the seat, close to the driver's side, as Senan sits on
his lap, closer to the door. Even with Jim driving slowly and carefully it
only takes them a few minutes to get home.

His father heads inside as Senan and Kenneth take the bicycle to the garage
first, then they enter through the side door and go through the kitchen to
end up in the living room.

"Hi mom, dad said it would be okay for Kenneth to spend the night. He also
said that if you were upset about it that you could yell at him." He says
as he moves to give his mom a kiss and a hug.

"Oh he did, did he?" She puts on an air of mock annoyance as she looks at
them.

"Actually what I said was that I didn't think that you would have a problem
with it. I didn't make any statements of being responsible for your
well-being over the idea."

"Well, seeing my favorite son so happy, I'm pretty sure that more than
makes up for any feelings of agitation I might feel about not being asked
first." She pauses and then notices the confused and slightly worried look
on Kenneth's face. "I'm kidding, of course, I'm glad that you're here. We
don't see you as much since Senan started tutoring Quinn." She has no idea
how Kenneth feels about that situation so she doesn't understand the look
of annoyance that crosses his face when she makes the comment.

For a while Senan and Kenneth do spend some time with his parents, watching
a little TV, telling them about the dance, leaving out, of course, the
bullying incident, and that they left to do some trick-or-treating before
being picked up. Then they go into Senan's room to play games and have a
chance to talk frankly about what happened at the dance.

"So, what happened?" Kenneth asks as soon as they are in his room and the
door is closed.

Senan has an annoyed expression cross his face before he answers. "I don't
know, you were dancing with that one girl and I was talking to our friends,
and then some girl came up and asked me to dance with her. Then she wanted
to do things, said she thought I was cute, made her way to the bathroom,
and asked me to make sure it was empty." He stops talking for a moment as
the memory of what happened next comes flooding back into his brain and
tears of shame and embarrassment flood over his lower eyelids and rush down
his cheeks.

Kenneth looks at his friend when he stops talking and moves closer to
him. "No, none of that now, it"s all over and you're safe now. Just focus
on the facts and we will worry about the emotions later." He says as he
brushes away the tears with his fingers.

"She had her hands on my body, she grabbed my butt, which was totally
unexpected, then she said she wanted to do more. To be honest I wasn't sure
if I did or not but she didn't give me a chance to think about it. She led
me to the bathroom, asked me to go inside and check it out, see if anyone
was in there. There were a couple of stalls that had closed doors but that
was it.  After I told her it was okay she told me to go inside the empty
stall and to wait for me inside with my pants and underwear down." He stops
for a moment and Kenneth can see him thinking. "You know I just realized
something, I told her that there were closed ones and she told me to go
into the empty one, didn't ask if the closed ones were empty or not just
said to go into the empty one. She knew she was in on it!"

Kenneth grabs a hold of Senan and forces him to sit on the bed. Taking him
by the arm, Kenneth sits with his legs out in front of him and brings Senan
close. Getting Senan to lean against his chest Kenneth wraps his arms
around him, trying to help him feel safe and comfortable in his embrace.

"So anyway once I was in the stall I got to wondering if her rubbing me
would feel any different than you rubbing me. So I did it. I dropped my
pants, prepared for her to come in as soon as she could. But instead, it
was these older boys, big, I'm pretty sure that they're ninth graders but I
have no idea who. They were laughing at me and pointing like I was some
type of weirdo because I have a small dick. I think that one was grabbing
for it, my dick I mean."

He stops talking for a moment and rubs his hands on Kenneth's arms,
eventually resting his hands on the arms of his friend, then cranes his
neck to look at Kenneth's face. "You would have been so proud of me, I
punched the first one in the balls, he crumpled to the ground. I figured I
caught him by surprise and I wasn't as successful with the other two, but I
did manage to get away from them at least. Then I ran out of the bathroom
and you know the rest." He feels the hug from Kenneth tighten and he melts
into it, reveling in the safety and comfort he feels coming from Kenneth.

"Well, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me. The whole
reason for me going and I blew it! How could I be so stupid!"

"Hold on," Senan says, "if I'm not allowed to be upset with myself then you
can't either. Did you know that was going to happen when you accepted that
girl's invitation?" Senan throws his own words back at him.

"You're right I suppose. You were set up, Senan, you didn't do anything to
create the situation, don't blame yourself for what happened. Those guys
were being assholes, nothing to do with you at all."

"I don't know Kenneth, what if they wanted to pick on me? Looking for me?"

"How could that be? Who did you tell that you were going to the party
tonight?"

"No one, well you, you and Quinn. But that's it." He feels bad about having
to bring up Quinn's name but in trying to solve the problem Senan knows he
needs to be completely forthright in his answers.

Kenneth tries to keep his annoyance under control. Tries to keep his
preconceived ideas in his head, instead of just blurting out his assumption
of what happened. "So, you told Quinn, I won't ask why right now, but you
do see that it is a possibility that he passed that knowledge on to others,
don't you?"

Senan thinks about things before he answers, going over in his mind the
Quinn that Kenneth knows, and thinks is still in existence, and the Quinn
that he knows, the one who is trying to change, become a better person and
earn his trust. To Senan it is simple, he knows that the boy who taught him
to dance earlier that day, the same one that taught him how to kiss so
well, could not be responsible for this.

"I know you don't like him and I understand why that's the case, but he's
not that bully anymore, he isn't. I don't think he's involved in this. I
could be wrong, I know that's a possibility, but I would be surprised if he
turns out to be guilty of this."

Kenneth leans forward, pressing his body against Senan's back, then kisses
him lightly on the shoulder. "Would you stop tutoring him if he turns out
to be involved?"

Senan answers without having to give any thought to it at all. "Of course I
would, if he breaks our deal then I would have every right to quit teaching
him. If he's still going to pick on me, after all, that's happened then
I'll quit tutoring him, yeah." Tired of the subject matter that has filled
their minds since they've gone into his room, Senan tries to change the
subject to something more fun. "So, I ended up going trick-or-treating
after all." Then he starts to smile and laugh. "And, you! You went with me,
did you enjoy it? Or was it horrible because you're `too old for kid's
stuff like that?"

"You, did get me to do that didn't you? That was very clever of you. I
think you need to be punished for that." With that Kenneth turns from
hugging him to tickling him instead. Running his arms up and down his ribs
and relishing in the out-of-control giggling that erupts uncontrollably
from Senan's mouth.

Then Senan tries to turn the table on him as he flips over so that they are
now face-to-face and tries to tickle his armpits. Soon both boys are
laughing and giggling, all the worry, stress, and bother of earlier slowly
fading away.

The boys get louder and more rambunctious as they forget about where they
are until they both end up falling off the bed and onto the
ground. Stopping for a moment they look at each other and then break into
loud laughter at the absurdity of it all.

Hearing a knock at the door Senan tries to calm down enough to tell whoever
it is to go ahead and open the door. They both look over to see his mom
standing there, curiosity on her face. "Just wanted to make sure everyone
is okay in here." She says as her eyes survey the room.

"Yeah, mom, we're fine. We just got into a tickle fight and fell off the
bed that's all."

She can see that, whatever is going on, both boys are smiling and no one
seems hurt or upset, so she decides not to press the matter any
further. "All right, just got a little worried by the noise, that's all."

"Sorry mom, we'll try and keep the noise down." He starts laughing once
more as Kenneth starts in again on the tickling and starts to return the
attack, his mom already forgotten about.

They spend more time with their fingers skimming across the more sensitive
spots of each other's bodies until they both need to take a break to get
their breaths and heartbeats under control. They decide once they can
breathe again, to play some video games until they hear Senan's parents say
goodnight through the closed door.

Spending time on the games is a good distraction and helps them control
their excitement of what the night might contain. Until they know that
Senan's parents are in bed, and then both of them start thinking about
other, more intimate, things they could be doing.

"Do you think your parents are asleep yet?" Kenneth asks after some time
has gone by.

"Probably, why don't I go check, and while I'm doing that you get ready for
bed. I'm going to brush my teeth while I'm out there. Does that sound
good?" Senan is looking at his friend and in his mind, the games are
already beginning.

"Sounds like a great idea, and after you get back then I'll brush my
teeth. That way there won't be any reason to leave the room later." He
smiles at his friend and barely controls the urge to take him into his
arms.

"Right, so I'm going to go now," Senan says, although he doesn't take a
step toward the door.

Kenneth licks his lips and then reminds Senan that he needs to move. "If
you don't go check then I'll be too nervous to play. I'm afraid that
they're going to hear us if we're not careful. I don't want to do anything
that would give your parents a reason to separate us."

Senan's smile gets even bigger, happy to know that they both feel how
important their friendship is to each other. Then he goes out of the room
and down the hall.

While Senan is gone Kenneth debates on how far he is going to undress. He
wants to strip down to nothing but is concerned that he might be seen as
being too pushy, so he decides that, for now, he will keep his underwear
on, knowing that it can be taken off later.

When Senan comes back into the room he is surprised to see Kenneth sitting
in his underwear on the bed. "Okay, everyone is asleep, and they don't wake
up during the night so we are in the clear. Why don't you brush your teeth
while I get ready for bed." The whole time he is talking to his friend he
can't stop looking at the tube-shaped bulge in his underwear.

"Yeah, I'll be right back." He says, knowing as he stands that his hard
dick will be even more obvious, but not caring and even liking the chance
to show off some.

Senan undresses and starts to think about what he wants Kenneth to see when
he first walks back into the room. Grabbing both controllers he climbs up
on his bed and gets under the covers, having a game on pause and a smirk on
his face.

After brushing his teeth Kenneth heads back to the bedroom, a little
nervous even though Senan told him that his parents were asleep and that
they wouldn't wake up, after all, he is walking through their house in his
underwear, and with a hard-on showing quite clearly. Getting safely back
into the bedroom he breathes a sigh of relief as he closes the door. Then
he turns and sees Senan sitting in his bed and playing a video game. "What?
I thought we were done playing video games." He says, confused about the
messages he thought he'd read from his friend.

"Well I got bored waiting for you, I hope you don't mind. Why don't you
join me here, maybe we can find a game we'd both like to play." Senan has a
smirk on his face as he says this and pats the mattress beside him as well.

With a shrug of his shoulders Kenneth does just that, he notices that Senan
is just a little bit over halfway on the mattress so he decides that there
is more room on the side of the bed where he is standing, rather than the
other side of the mattress. He pulls the blanket back just a little and
starts to slide in next to his friend, as he does so his leg and hip bump
up against Senan's and he quickly realizes that all he feels is skin where
he expected to feel the cloth of his underwear. He looks at Senan's face
first but he is working hard to maintain a straight face, apparently caught
up in the video game that he's playing.

Next, Kenneth steals a look under the covers, this time lifting them high
enough to be able to get a good look. To his surprise, he sees that, just
as he thought, Senan is completely naked under the sheets.

"Well, what do you think? Is there a game you'd like to play?" Senan says
as he puts the controller down and turns to his friend to kiss him.

"I might be able to come up with one or two." Kenneth replies as he runs
his fingers across his friend's chest.

"I thought you might, but first you are way overdressed. You need to lose
these." He says as he grabs the waistband of Kenneth's underwear.

"With pleasure." He replies as he slips them down his hips and off his
legs, ending with tossing them away from the bed and towards the door.

To Kenneth's surprise, Senan's hand goes straight to his hard dick, his
fingers wrapped around it in a tight grip. "Hmm," Kenneth moans in
pleasure, "you sure are in a mood to play tonight." He observes as he is
rubbing a finger across one of Senan's nipples.

"Despite all the crap I had a great time tonight. That's because you were
there with me. I just want to show my appreciation." He climbs up on top of
Kenneth's body, his butt laying right across his hard dick. "This is my
thank you for being such a good friend that you were willing to do what I
wanted without a single complaint." He says as he starts kissing, forcing
his tongue into Kenneth's mouth and rubbing his ass on his cock, Senan can
feel the hard shaft as he makes sure that it remains firmly planted between
his butt cheeks.

"Oh God," Kenneth moans, "you keep that up and I'm going to cum." It isn't
a complaint though as is evidenced by the fact that Kenneth has placed his
hands on Senan's thighs, pushing the smooth, firm body harder against his,
feeling the warmth emanating from his valley as it repeatedly rubs against
him.

"That's what I'm hoping for, I want to feel you rub against me as you
shoot, I want to see you cum between my legs as it shoots up your stomach."
With that he leans down and starts kissing him again, rocking his hips back
and forth, faster and faster as he hears Kenneth breathing faster and
moaning louder.

Finally, Kenneth can't stand it any longer and, with a loud groan, they
both feel his juice shoot out of his cock and up to his torso. At least
most of it does. Senan can feel that some of the cum hits his balls as
sometimes Kenneth's cock slips and doesn't aim straight.

Feeling the cum coat his balls stimulates Senan and in moments he feels his
climax taking over his body, the tingles building stronger and stronger he
presses his dick down against Kenneth's pubic mound, allowing Kenneth's
throbbing cock to rise and shoot his last few discharges of cum in the
valley between his ass cheeks as Kenneth instinctively seeks the warmth.

Kenneth looks down at the large pool of cum that currently is puddling on
his torso. "That was one of the best cums I've ever had," he looks at his
friend and rubs his hands over him, "it seems as if you enjoyed it too, am
I right?"

Senan recovers and opens his eyes to the sight of his friend resting and
looking at him with admiration. Then he takes one hand and rubs it under
his crotch. "You shot cum all over my balls." He says as he holds up his
hand to show the cum dripping off his fingers.

"Here, let me have that," Kenneth says as he grabs the cum coated hand and
starts to clean it with his tongue. "Don't worry, I'll share." He says as
he moves Senan's hand to his own mouth, allowing him to finish cleaning the
fingers off.

"I have a lot more back there, you know, where you shot all over me." Senan
says with a smile as he licks Kenneth's cum off his fingers.

"In that case turn around and I'll be sure to get the rest." Kenneth says,
relishing the thought of being able to run his tongue all over his bottom.

Senan does as instructed and now his backside is facing toward Kenneth and
he is looking at the mess that is still in a puddle on his belly. Senan
leans down and starts licking up a large amount of cum on Kenneth and as he
does so he can feel Kenneth's tongue cleaning up what was spread out on his
balls.

"Mmm, wait a minute, it didn't just end up on your balls," Kenneth says as
he moves his tongue up across his taint and in between his butt
cheeks. Enjoying the taste of his own cum Kenneth doesn't give much thought
to where he is licking on Senan's body and soon finds his tongue working on
his pink rosebud.

As soon as Senan feels his tongue moving to his ass Senan reacts, first by
squirming and having a hard time staying still as he feels his nerve
endings light up and restart the tingles once again. Then, when forced to
stay still by Kenneth wrapping his arms around his waist Senan lets loose
with a low moan instead.

"Try to be quiet," Kenneth says as he stops licking for a moment, "you
don't want to wake your parents."

"I can't help it, you've got every nerve ending down there on fire." Senan
says, trying to remember to be quieter.

"Maybe I should stop then." Kenneth says as he takes a break from licking
but does continue to rub him with a finger.

"Don't you dare!" Senan replies quickly, just in case Kenneth is serious
about stopping. Then, to make certain that he doesn't stop, Senan lowers
himself down again, trying to remind Kenneth what he is doing back there.

"Don't you worry your charming cheeks about it, I'm not about to stop, I
think I'm enjoying it almost as much as you are." At that he stops talking
and continues the licking once again, this time making sure that his tongue
goes directly onto his puckered asshole, not trying to enter or force his
way in yet, just letting his friend know that he is there and doesn't mind
exploring, seeing what else they might like.

Senan has cleaned all the liquid off of Kenneth and is now just enjoying
the new sensation of the tongue swiping across his butt. He can feel his
tingles growing stronger as he focuses on the new sensation and he knows
that soon it is going to become overwhelming for him. "Kenneth," He
whispers, he isn't concerned about being too loud but he knows that Kenneth
is and he doesn't want to give him any reason to stop, "I want you to suck
me. I'm getting those tingles and I want to be in your mouth."

Without saying a word Kenneth redirects his activities, with a final swipe
of his tongue as he works his way to Senan's shaft Kenneth soon has his
dick engulfed in his mouth, tongue swiping across the top and working its
way into the peehole.

"God, Kenneth, this is it, I'm not going to last long at all." He starts to
hunch his hips and push himself into the warm, moist orifice. So caught up
in the sensations he's feeling that he has no idea what he's doing.

Kenneth isn't bothered by this at all, first of all, he is bringing his
friend great joy and that is his main goal right now, secondly, Senan isn't
big enough to choke him or make him uncomfortable when he forces his dick
in deeper.

"Oh my! Oh, Kenneth, it's going to happen real soon!" Senan is getting
louder as his orgasm is getting closer and to help him stay quiet Kenneth
pushes his head down, not trying to be mean, but he is hoping that he can
muffle the sound.

It works for a while as all Senan does now is moan and soon he stops making
any noise at all as his body is wracked in orgasmic ecstasy. As Kenneth
feels his dick pulse and quiver he is rewarded with a jet of warm,
salty-sweet fluid shooting into his mouth, he holds it in his mouth for a
moment or two, savoring the experience and the taste of Senan's first cum
before he swallows it.

"Senan, you came, you shot some liquid in my mouth." He says after they
both spend some time getting their breath back.

Senan, who is lying on top of his friend and lazily licking his crotch,
using his tongue to wet down his thin, golden pubic hair, leans up on his
elbows and looks back at his friend. "Really? You wouldn't kid me would
you?" He asks, excitement and a sense of relief in his voice.

"For real, you did. I wish I'd saved some of it but I was so excited for
you that I swallowed it all before I thought about letting you see it. Next
time I'll make sure that you see it." He lets out a "Whoof" as Senan
quickly turns around and presses himself against his body, lips mashing his
and his tongue insistently asking for permission to enter.

Senan is a bit sad, he is happy that he finally had something squirt out of
his dick, he just wishes that he could see it. "You promise that later
we'll do this again? That next time you won't swallow it until I get to see
it?" He asks, knowing it may sound stupid to someone else but he has been
looking forward to this for such a long time.

Kenneth hugs him close and kisses the top of his head. "Yes, I
promise. Next time I won't take you in my mouth at all, and when you squirt
you can squirt on your belly, or mine whichever, that way you can see it
for sure, and then, if you want to taste it you can."

"Thanks, Kenneth, that's a great idea. I know it may seem stupid, me
wanting to see my cum, but..."

"It's not stupid at all, I was the same way when I first started to
cum. You're not a little kid anymore and that's exciting." Kenneth
interrupts, trying to make sure that his friend understands that the
emotions he's experiencing right now are completely normal.

Senan gives him a tight hug so long and so hard that he hears Kenneth
grunt. "Did

I hurt you?" He asks with great concern in his voice.

"No, not really, you caught me by surprise is all. Not that I mind, of
course," he adds as he bends over and kisses him as one of his hands rubs
across Senan's chest, tweaking a nipple as he does so. "I don't mind if you
hug me all night."

"That's good. The way I feel, I don't want to move." He returns the kiss
but there is no passion in it, it is a kiss of friendship and familiarity,
not one of ardor, as this kiss is a demonstration of his appreciation for
the experience of the entire night.

Just as Senan is starting to fall asleep on top of Kenneth he is awakened
by his friend gently moving him. "Am I getting too heavy?" He asks, drowsy
and not completely aware of what is happening.

"No, I gotta go pee. I'll be right back." He manages to slip off of the bed
and gives Senan a light kiss on his cheek just before he leaves the
room. Relieved to find the hallway still in darkness and the light sound of
gentle snoring down the hall he rushes to the bathroom, closing the door
before he turns on the light. After taking care of business he debates on
flushing the toilet, concerned about the noise. Deciding that the sound of
the flushing toilet would be better than the sight of an unflushed toilet
first thing in the morning he first washes his hands then depresses the
lever before turning off the light and rushing back to Senan's room.

Making sure to close the bedroom door he makes his way back to the bed and
climbs in under the covers. As soon as he gets settled Senan moves closer
to him and uses him as a pillow laying his head on his chest, Kenneth feels
him put an arm and a leg over him. Wrapping his arms around Senan as best
he can he soon joins his friend in sleep.

After he was dropped off at home Quinn wasn't sure what to do, he hadn't
been home this early since he started getting tutored. Ordinarily, he would
go over to one of his friends, or at least call them, but he wasn't
entirely comfortable with that plan, he wasn't sure of the status of his
being grounded. He plans to talk to his father about it after he gets on
the team, feeling confident that he will make it. He hopes that success
will swing things in his favor, he never considers the possibility that he
won't get on the team one reason for that is he knows he is good at the
sport and is confident in his ability to win, the second reason is that the
coach for the school team has watched him wrestle in the past, his brother
was the coach when Quinn was in grade school and he'd been to not just the
matches but several of the practices as well, in fact, it was the coach who
had first brought up the idea of trying out, back in the first week of
school.

Quinn remembered that day well, his gym class was working on basketball
skills, something that Quinn is lousy at, and he was surprised when the
coach called him over. Thinking he was going to get chewed out because of
his lack of prowess on the court he reluctantly went to talk to the coach.

He recognized the coach from the wrestling club but did not know at the
time that he was the wrestling coach of the school so it came as quite a
surprise that he mentioned that Quinn should try for the team when the time
came. Of course, he knew that his math grade might be a problem, that was
the first thing he thought of when wrestling was mentioned, but he was
hoping that he'd be able to take care of the problem on his own. Not being
able to was one of the reasons for the increase in his bullying of Senan,
the fact that the math he found so elusive was something that came so
naturally to the other boy.

Quinn snaps out of his reverie as he hears his name being called from down
the block, looking he sees his friend Davis walking toward him. Hoping that
his father hasn't noticed him standing outside the house, he takes a quick
look at his house to see if there is any indication of him watching from a
window or the door and when he sees no sign of him he jogs over to Davis
putting a finger across his lips to try and keep him quiet.

"Hush, I don't want my dad to know that I'm home yet, otherwise he'll make
me come inside and you would most likely be going home, or at least not
inside with me." He says as he meets up with him.

Hustling away from the front of his house Quinn drags Davis with him, not
stopping until he feels he's comfortably far away.

"Why are you home so early? You finally have enough of the nerdy little
genius telling you how bad you are at math?" Davis asks, wondering about
the change in his routine.

"Nothing like that, he's going to the dance tonight so the tutoring thing
ended early, that's all. What are you doing in my neighborhood if you
didn't expect me home? You aren't going to Jax's, he lives in the opposite
direction." He continues to walk as they talk, he doesn't have a
destination in mind, he just doesn't want to take the chance of someone
spotting him and that information getting back to his father.

"N-no, I'm just out wa-um, walking, that's all. N-not doing anything o-or
g-going anywhere in p-p-particular." Davis answers nervously, cursing
himself for his clumsy reply to the question.

Quinn picks up on the nervousness right away. "What the hell? Why are you
so nervous? All I did was ask you a simple question, if you're not doing
anything then what are you so nervous about?"

Davis stammers, unsure of how to reply. Finally, he starts to say
something. "I just, um I'm j-just walking around. That's all. Why are you
giving me the third degree?" He is trying to put some righteous anger in
his voice as if Quinn is the one who is in the wrong for asking so many
questions.

"Hold up and calm down," Quinn says, putting his hands up between them,
"I'm sorry I asked, okay? I don't give a rat's ass why you're here. Not
enough for you to get so worked up about. I mean it's not like you gotta
tell me everything that's going on in your life."

By now the boys have reached the edge of a small park, not big enough for
much more than a couple of picnic benches and a fenced area for dogs to run
around while off their leashes. At the edge is a small kiosk that sells ice
cream and drinks along with a few other snack foods and Davis offers to buy
them both a soda.

"Sure, thanks, where did you get the money from?" Again, Quinn's curiosity
is aroused by his friend's unexpected generosity.

"Um, I do some uh, odd jobs. You know around the neighborhood. Just to ah,
just for some extra money is all, no other reason." Davis answers, cursing
the return of his nervous stutter.

"Oh, okay. I had no idea you did that type of thing, you ever want or need
a partner keep me in mind will you?" Quinn responds, accepting his
explanation at the same time that he accepts the offered drink.

They spend a little time just talking and walking, Quinn wants to ask more
questions about the type of jobs he does for money and who he works for but
notices how nervous his friend is every time it gets mentioned so he ends
up dropping that subject.

Soon Davis says he needs to go, that one of the neighbors he works for is
expecting him. "So I'll see you later, okay? Hey, if you can manage it
maybe you can join Jax and me at the movies tomorrow. We're going to go see
that new space movie that was just released."

"I don't know if I can, man, things are still rough between me and my
asshole of a father. I'm pretty sure that technically I'm still
grounded. That was why I didn't want to hang out in front of my house. Tell
you what though, call me before you guys go to the movie, maybe if you talk
to him he'll be okay with it."

"Sure thing," He responds quickly and then turns to leave, turning back
before he walks away to say one last thing. "By the way, I appreciate your
offer to help, but I'm not sure if it's your thing."

Quinn is going to let him go, do his own thing, and not worry about it, at
least that's the plan before that parting comment, hearing that makes him
want to know what it is that Davis is involved in. Watching him walk away
he realizes that Davis is once again headed toward his neighborhood and he
decides to follow him from a discreet distance.

Between Quinn's own attempts at hiding and Davis not thinking that his
friend might be following him, Quinn watches as he ends up just a couple of
blocks away from his house. Watching from across the street he sees Davis
knock on the door and stand there until it is opened by someone who looks
to be in his twenties. He is too far away to hear what is being said but he
does notice that the conversation doesn't last long until Davis goes inside
the house. When that happens Quinn decides it is time for him to go home
and call Jax to see if he knows anything about Davis and his odd jobs.

It is still considerably earlier than his usual time to be home and when he
walks in the house his father takes advantage of that fact, finding odd
jobs for him to do around the house. He keeps the boy busy enough that he
doesn't have a chance to call Jax until after dinner and his parents are
sitting around watching TV.

Once he sees that his parents are engrossed in the show they are watching
he gets up, quietly grabs the portable phone, and heads upstairs to his
room with it. "Hey Jax, it's me, Quinn." He says when Jax gets on the other
end. "I can't talk long but I need to see you tonight. Can you come over
later?"

Jax laughs and tries to make his voice sound sexy. "You naughty boy, you
just can't wait to get your hands on me can you?"

"Damn it, Jax! This is serious, Davis might be in trouble. Do you know
anything about him doing jobs around the neighborhood?" Between his concern
for his friend and his desire not to get caught using the phone while
grounded he ends up sounding angrier than he wants to, but it does the job
as Jax immediately stops fooling around.

"`Odd jobs'? No, he hasn't mentioned anything like that to me, although he
doesn't spend all afternoon with me every day. What do you think might be
going on?"

"I don't want to spend the time to talk about it now, I don't think I'm
supposed to use the phone yet, that's why I want you to come over later."

"Okay then, I'll be there around my usual time, will that work?" He asks,
all business now that he understands the importance of what's happening.

"Yeah, that'll work. I'll be in my room so find a way to get my attention
there. Okay, then, I'll talk to you later," he starts to hang up but adds
one last thing before he does, "by the way, you were right, I can't wait to
get my hands on you, but Davis first, okay?"

"Sure thing, I'll be there. If there's something weird going on then we
need to help him out."

Both boys hang up their phones and Quinn sneaks his back to where the base
sits, but he is unable to focus on the show they were watching and he
excuses himself to his room.

Full of nervous energy Quinn has no problem staying awake until he hears
Jax lightly tossing a small ball against his window. Opening it up he
gestures for Jax to go to the backyard and he heads downstairs to the back
door.

"Thanks for meeting me, I don't know what's going on but I'm worried." He
proceeds to tell Jax about the exchange between him and Davis, starting
with seeing him walking by his house and ending with him going back to the
same area later and going into the house with the twenty-something year's
old man.

"What do you know about the house or who lives there?" Jax asks at the end
of the story.

"Not much, I know it's a rental and I've never seen anyone there who looks
like around our age. I mean he might be doing some sort of work but the guy
didn't seem to need the help of a thirteen-year-old."

Both of them are quiet for a minute, lost in thought about what might be
going on. Then Jax has an idea and he snaps his fingers, getting Quinn's
attention.

"I hate to mention this but I can think of one job that someone our age is
perfect for." He says with a mixture of joy at having come up with an
explanation and the trepidation of what that idea is. "He might be helping
that guy deliver drugs."

"I find it hard to believe that Davis would be involved in such a thing,
I've never seen him appear to be stoned or anything." Quinn says
doubtfully.

"True, but think about it, it all fits, the sudden money, the wanting to
get away from you, and me for that matter, almost every day he makes some
excuse to leave early, even when he's kicking my butt in a video
game. Also, didn't you say that he said something just before he left?
Something about you not liking what the jobs are?"

"What he said was that it wasn't my thing," Quinn falls silent as he thinks
about it some more, "maybe you're right. Both of you know how I feel about
drugs. Damn it! We gotta confront him on this. He said something about you
guys going to the movies tomorrow, I don't know if I can go yet, how would
you feel about confronting him on your own?"

"I'd be okay with that I guess, I mean he might get mad, probably deny it,
but I don't see him taking a swing at me in public. Yeah, I'll figure a way
to bring it up if you can't make it."

"Thanks, I'll owe you one if that is what ends up happening." He smiles at
his friend and offers him a fist bump to seal the deal.

"Oh no, come here, you. I intend on collecting on that debt tonight." He
pulls Quinn in close to him and for a moment it seems as if he might kiss
him, but as soon as he gets close enough Jax reaches down and grabs Quinn
between the legs, rubbing and tugging through his pants.

"Why don't we go back to the shed again? This time there's no storm and
your dad won't wake up and hear us.

Excited, the boys head to the back of the yard and enter the shed, this
time there are no inhibitions as, based on their past experiences, they
both know what the other is willing to do and neither is afraid to say what
they enjoy.

Undressing completely, at Quinn's suggestion, the two look at each other,
the excitement obvious by the erections both are sporting. In typical teen
fashion, all other thoughts are put in a box and shoved out of the way so
they can focus on the physical pleasure of their bodies.

Jax drops to his knees and starts to lick Quinn's balls and cock, enjoying
the sound of his moans and the feel of his hands tugging on his hair.

"Go down lower, get my asshole like you did last time." Quinn says between
moans.

Jax eagerly obliges as Quinn spreads his legs apart to allow him better
access, slipping his tongue around his balls he starts licking his taint as
he grabs Quinn's hard cock with one hand and he starts to slide it up and
down the shaft.

"Come here," Jax says as he lays down on the plywood floor, "put your ass
right over me." He starts to probe with his tongue, using it to press right
against the tight ring that is protecting his insides. At first, Jax is
content to just lick there, swiping his tongue across the rosebud entrance
as he uses one hand to spread the cheeks apart and his other is rubbing and
tugging on his balls. Then he feels his dick being engulfed into a warm,
moist tunnel and Quinn's tongue working its way across the ridge of his
dick before his entire shaft ends up in Quinn's mouth.

That sensation spurs him on to do even more and he pushes his tongue into
Quinn's sphincter. Feeling his tongue enter the tight ring he starts to
thrust it in and out feeling Quinn shake and jerk each time he does
so. Soon he feels pressure across his neck as he is aware that Quinn is
squeezing his thighs around him at the same tempo that he is thrusting his
tongue into Quinn.

A moment later and Jax no longer feels the thighs squeezing him, no longer
feels the mouth and tongue working on his dick, no longer hears the moans
of Quinn. Instead, he hears two small words as Quinn lifts himself off of
Jax.

"Do it." Is all he says as he lays down next to his friend.

"Huh?" Is Jax's witty retort, his brain not quite having caught up to
Quinn's needs.

"Do. It. Take me. Let me make it perfectly clear; put your dick in my
butt."

He sits up and looks at Quinn sprawled on the floor, knees raised, legs
spread wide. "But there's no lube, I've heard you want to use hand cream or
Vaseline, or something." He's trying to be practical but at the same time,
he hears a voice inside himself that just says to stick his dick in and
fuck him like a bunny.

"Screw all that," Quinn responds, "I got your dick coated in my spit,
you've licked all over my hole. I'll handle whatever pain there is. Put it
in me, I want to feel you inside me and I want you to cum in there as
well."

Jax leans above him, then grabs a half-used bag of sod to raise his butt a
little. He puts a hand on his shaft and the other on Quinn's ass and starts
guiding himself to the hole. Quinn helps by using his hands to spread his
cheeks farther apart and he hisses as he feels his cockhead start to push
in the entrance.

"Fuck, you feel so big!" He cries out as Jax starts to slide past the
muscle. "Slow, slow! Give me a chance to get used to you in my ass."

"Do you want me to stop or pull back?" Jax asks, concerned that he's
hurting his friend.

"No, because then you'd have to start all over. We're doing this tonight."
They hold as still as possible while Quinn gets used to the feeling, when
he does he tells Jax to push in some more. "I can feel you stretching me
out, it hurts but it feels so good at the same time. Now, go the rest of
the way in."

Jax pushes in until he can feel his balls push against Quinn's body,
looking down he can see his small bush of hair against Quinn's ass and just
a small amount of his shaft sticking out. Then he starts moving in and out
in a rhythmic motion, careful not to pull out of him completely. Every time
he pushes in he hears Quinn moan and he starts to pick up the pace. Soon he
is using one hand to rub Quinn's balls as he thrusts in and Quinn starts to
stroke his cock to the same rhythm.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum." Quinn pants and Jax can feel his cum starting to
build as well. Jax is unaware of it in the moment of passion but he too has
been moaning and groaning and soon they are both panting equally loud as
Quinn's first shot of his cum goes over his head and hits the wall behind
him. As Quinn's second shot comes out Jax's first blasts into him and he
can feel the warm cream coat his insides. His muscles tighten involuntarily
and that serves to milk even more cum from Jax's cock, he shoots more, and
he is certain it is more powerful than he's shot before as well, then they
lie there, Kenneth barely having the strength to roll off of him as they
are both spent.

"Well that sure as Hell was fun, and just to make you feel better about
yourself, you felt fucking huge inside me." Quinn says as he puts his pants
on.

"Really? So you're telling me that I'm bigger than you thought I was. Wait
`til that goes up on the bathroom wall." Jax laughs as he says this and
also gets dressed.

"Whatever you weirdo." Quinn says but with no maliciousness in his voice at
all, "So I told Davis to call, have him ask if I can go to the movie
tomorrow if you want you can try too. I don't know if it'll work but I
figure it won't hurt."

"Sure I don't mind trying, but most likely it will be on the phone, not
face to face."

"Yeah, I wish I had that luxury," by now the boys are dressed and made the
shed look like no one had been in it, "well I had better get inside, and
you should probably get home. Thanks, for everything. The talk and
the...well, everything."

"Anytime you're down for `everything' just give me a call and I'll be there
faster than you can hang up the phone." They walk about halfway up the yard
together and then Jax heads to the fence line as Quinn turns toward the
house, a nod of the head and a secretive smile and then they go their
separate ways.

Quinn is nervous as he goes upstairs but he hears no sounds indicating that
someone had woken up while he was outside so he quickly and quietly goes
into his room and gets in his bed, falling asleep as soon as he gets
comfortable.

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