Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2021 05:45:36 +0000
From: "Jankin Noff (via Google Docs)" <jinoff930@gmail.com>
Subject: Riding Out the Storm Chapter 11

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 first in the morning, still wrapped around his friend. He
can feel their bare skin pressing against each other and he lifts the sheet
just high enough to confirm that they are both naked. "Good," he says as he
looks at his friend's flaccid dick, "it wasn't just a dream." Having an
urgent need to take care of his bladder he slowly unwraps himself and
sneaks out of the room. Taking care of business he swishes his mouth with a
capful of mouthwash before heading back to his room.

"Mornin' baby." He hears Kenneth mumble as he slips back under the covers.

"Mornin' daddy," Senan replies, trying hard not to laugh as he says it.

The response wakes Kenneth up instantly. "Did I just call you...?" He
starts to say, having a hard time finishing the sentence.

"Yep, you called me baby," Senan answers the unfinished question, and this
time he cannot keep the laughter under control.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, it must've been some dream I was having." He opens
his eyes wider and can see that Senan is trying hard to control his
laughter.

"It's okay, but I'll have to tell dad that he's been replaced." With that,
his laughter gets louder and he puts his hand over his mouth in an attempt
to try and keep the noise level down.

Kenneth, in an attempt to help, pulls him close and starts to kiss him. "No
fair, you gargled or brushed your teeth or something. I'm tasting some
minty breath and you're stuck with tasting my morning breath."

"I don't mind, as long as it's your morning breath." Senan replies, and to
show how serious he is about that he presses his lips against Kenneth's
once again, this time forcing his tongue in at the same time.

Soon erections are rubbing against bare skin as the boy's bodies wake up as
well. Senan gets on top of Kenneth and sits down on top of him, trying to
capture his hard dick with his rear end again, as he had the night before.

"Wait, wait," Kenneth says as he realizes what Senan is trying to
do. "Let's try it slightly differently. Just listen to what I say and do
what I ask you."

He directs Senan to lie down on the mattress on his back, next he tells him
to cross his ankles and to keep the rest of his legs as close together as
he can. Then Kenneth leans down over the upper part of his thighs and
starts to lick, making sure that there is a good amount of moisture between
his legs. Then he lays on top of him, careful to keep as much weight as
possible off Senan's body, but keeping enough on him to be able to place
his dick in the slick opening between his upper thighs and then he starts
to seesaw his dick back and forth.

It takes a couple of times to get the rhythm down but when he does they
both enjoy the sensation.

"Oh, god, Kenneth. Your dick, it keeps bumping into my hole." Senan says,
as he places his hands on his rear and tries to pull him even closer to
him.

"I'm sorry, let me move just a bit."

"Don't you dare! I wasn't complaining, it reminds me of what you were doing
when I shot last night. You'll have to experience it sometime. It feels
sooo good." The joy on his face as he remembers the experience from the
night before is quite evident as he pulls Kenneth's mouth closer to his
lips.

Inspired by the knowledge of how much his friend is enjoying the sensation
of his cock rubbing across his hole, Kenneth increases the speed of his
rubbing and he can quickly feel his orgasm approaching.

Senan can feel his tingles increasing as his breath starts to come in
ragged gasps, he tries to lie there and let Kenneth control the pacing but
as he can feel his orgasm approaching he starts to hump his hips up and
down.

Kenneth feels Senan moving his hips rapidly up and down, the pace and tempo
of the two coming to a quick union as they instinctively start to match
each other in speed and motion.

Fortunately for Kenneth Senan is a small boy, otherwise the head of his
dick wouldn't be able to reach the orifice of Senan's backside, from the
position he is in it just barely reaches as it is, but this is just fine
for them as Kenneth is enjoying the sensation of the rubbing and Senan
enjoys the light, teasing sensation of the head of Kenneth's dick bumping
into his tight sphincter muscle.

The heat from the area, as well as the friction that he feels as he rubs
between his thighs, increases the sensations and enjoyment for Kenneth. The
thought of how Senan enjoys having him rubbing across his anus, the tip of
his penis just poking at the entry, the sound of Senan as he cries out in
ecstasy all adds to the enjoyment of Kenneth as he feels his orgasm
approach.

Senan, his moans of passion growing increasingly loud, stuffs the corner of
a sheet into his mouth in an attempt to try and control his volume, as it
is morning and he is getting loud enough to be concerned about waking up
his parents.

"Here it comes," Kenneth whispers into his ear. "Are you ready for it?"

"Oh, so ready, squirt on me. Squirt on my hole, every nerve down there is
on fire right now."

Kenneth stops trying to fight the feelings and lets his climax wash over
him, holding his dick still as it nestles between Senan's cheeks, he can
hear Senan whimper every time another blast of his cum shoots out and coats
his rosy red sphincter. Then he realizes that the moisture he feels on his
belly and crotch is not sweat as he first thought but is from Senan's
second cum.

"Senan, Senan!" He says as he pushes him into a sitting position, "You did
it again, look there's your cum." He points down to a small puddle that is
pooling around his belly button.

"That's from me?" Senan asks as he looks down at the indicated puddle,
devoid of any color as of yet as right now it is only the fluid and there
is no sperm within it.

"That's all you, go ahead and taste it, after all, I had some last night so
now it's your turn to try it." He watches as Senan bends over and starts
licking it right off his body.

"That's pretty tasty, too bad there isn't more." Senan says with a grin as
he looks to make sure he didn't miss any.

Once he is done cleaning his friend's belly Senan looks at his clock and
notices the time. "It's getting a little late, we better get some clothes
on and join my parents in the kitchen if we want breakfast."

"You mean your parents are already up?" Kenneth asks, concerned as he tries
to think about the amount of noise they had made that morning.

"Oh yeah, didn't you hear them walking down the hall earlier? It was right
before I stuffed the blanket in my mouth." Senan says as he gets out of bed
and starts looking around for his underwear and pants.

"What! Why didn't you say something, that was our noisier part, oh my god,
what if they heard? I don't think I can go out there and face your parents,
what if they know?"

At this, Senan can't maintain his composure and starts laughing, it is so
bad that he needs to stop what he is doing and sit down until he gets his
composure back.

"You jerk, you were spoofing me the whole time." Kenneth says as he
realizes that Senan can have a wicked sense of humor at times.

"Don't worry, they were up a lot sooner than that and we weren't too noisy
that they would've heard us. Sound doesn't travel that well in this house."
By now both boys have their pants back on, although Kenneth doesn't
remember what happened to his underwear so he is going commando. "Come on,
let's go eat breakfast." Senan gives him one last kiss before they head out
of the room and towards the kitchen.

As they near the kitchen they get hit by the smell of bacon and eggs, and
it is then they realize how much of an appetite that they have worked up.

Senan directs Kenneth to the table as he gets some orange for both of
them. Then he sits next to him as his mom smiles at the two of
them. "Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. I have the bacon warming
in the oven but I didn't start the eggs until I knew you were up."

"Thanks, mom, we appreciate that, there's nothing worse than cold eggs."
Senan replies, trying to keep himself acting normal.

When Cindy brings the eggs over to the boys she wrinkles her nose as an
acrid odor hits her. "Phew, that party must've been more intense than you
boys let on. You both have a strong sweaty smell. After breakfast, you both
need to take a shower. Kenneth, I assume that in those bags you brought
over there is a change of clothes?"

"Yes, there is." He answers as he turns red while thinking about what she's
actually smelling on them.

"Good," then she turns to her husband who has already finished his
breakfast and is drinking a cup of coffee, "Jim, would you please put one
of the guest towels in the bathroom for him?" She asks as she sits down at
the table.

"Of course, no problem. Which do you prefer? Green towels or blue?" He
stands and turns toward Kenneth as he says this last part.

"Oh, I don't care. Just whichever is easiest to get I guess." Is his reply,
focusing more on the food in front of him than the color of the towel he's
going to use after his shower.

"Give him the blue one dad," Senan speaks up, "it's fluffier."

"Blue it is." He says and then he leaves the room.

"I'll keep my parents out here talking while you take your shower. That way
you don't have to worry about them being in the hallway when you go from
the bathroom to my room." Senan whispers as they finish their
breakfast. "I'll take care of the dishes, Kenneth, while you go ahead and
take your shower, but don't use all the hot water as I'll take mine after
you're finished." He says louder, so his parents can hear him.

"Oh, okay, thanks." That is all that Kenneth says before he goes to take
his shower.

Senan gets up and takes the dishes and silverware to the sink, there he
starts to wash them as he engages his parents in conversation. "So, do you
two have any plans for the day?" He asks, only partly as a way to keep his
parents talking and also to keep them in the room.

"No, I thought I might do some odd jobs in my workshop, but nothing in
particular." His father responds.

"Shopping, other than that nothing. Oh wait, that's not true, I need to
work on my files, get them up to date and make sure they're all
organized. Why, what do you two have planned for the day?" She asks to make
sure that they don't need a ride anywhere.

"After we both get cleaned up we'll probably just go to the park, but don't
worry, dad made sure that Kenneth brought his bike over last night, we
don't need a ride or anything." There is a pause as he finishes the last of
the dishes and Senan notices that he can still hear the shower
running. Turning to his father he asks him a question that he knows will
guarantee that he stays in the room for a few minutes. "So what project are
you working on?"

Jim breaks into a smile as he starts to explain his latest project, he
knows that neither his wife nor his son is interested in joining him in the
work but he appreciates that they do ask about his jobs and listen politely
as he explains them.

"Floating bookshelves, for your mom's office." He answers, deciding to give
more information when he notices Senan's blank look. "They are designed to
hang on the walls without brackets, they look pretty cool. I'll be sure and
show them to you when I'm finished."

At that moment they hear Kenneth call out that he's out of the
shower. "Well, if you two are going to take advantage of the nice weather
today you'd better get in there and take your shower." His mom says as a
way to get her husband to stop talking about his project.

Senan moves down the hallway, not quite running, but moving faster than a
walk.

Both of his parents laugh at the sight of him moving down the hall. "What
do you think about that? It's like he'd rather spend time with his friend
than his parents." His father says.

"On a Saturday no less, how odd." His mother adds her own odd sense of
humor to his remark.

Senan goes into the bathroom, reveling in the steam that is lingering in
the room from Keneth's warm shower. Then he reminds himself of the plans
for later in the day and he steps into the shower, turning the water on. He
takes only a few minutes to make sure he's clean and then steps out of the
shower, wrapping his towel around his body Senan doesn't bother to dry off
before he heads to his room.

Opening the door he sees a scared expression on Kenneth's face before he
notices who is coming into the room. "It's just me," he laughs as he closes
the door behind himself, "but you thought it was my mom didn't you?" He
asks teasingly. By taking such a quick shower Senan is hoping that he will
catch Kenneth before he dresses but he just misses it as Kenneth is pulling
his shirt over his head as he walks in.

"Darn right I did. Can't believe she caught the smell of last night on
us. If she'd had any suspicions of what that smell was I would've just died
of embarrassment." Kenneth replies, his cheeks turning red at the mere
thought of her figuring out what they'd done.

"Well, we got away with it this time, but we'll need to be careful if we
want to do this again." Senan replies as he dries himself off and then
tosses his towel on his bed.

"Do you?" Kenneth asks, "Do you want to do that again?" He is unable to
keep his eyes from roaming over Senan's body as he moves to his dresser to
get a fresh set of clothes out and can feel himself getting hard at the
sight and the memories of how his flesh feels.

"Of course, why? Are you thinking we should stop?" Senan asks with a sound
of confusion mixed with trepidation in his voice.

"No, no I don't want to stop. I want to do everything you want to, all the
things that we've heard others talk about and anything that you or I can
think of on our own." He takes a breath as he watches Senan cover his body
with clothing. "I..I," He knows what he wants to say, what he feels he
needs to say, but his fear of being thought of as odd stops him.

"What if I'm wrong? Worse, what if he kicks me out of his house?" He thinks
to himself, and those fears, founded or not, keep him from speaking
up. "Why don't we see if your mom will make us lunch?" He finishes weakly.

Quinn wakes up in the morning, feeling a little sore but not as bad as he
expected to. Getting out of bed he slips on a pair of shorts then makes his
way downstairs, to see if anyone else is up yet.

Stepping off the stairs he is surprised to see no sign of activity in the
dining room or the kitchen. "Mom? Dad?" He calls out, starting to feel a
small sense of unease. "Anyone here?"

As he steps into the kitchen there is no sign of his parents having been in
the room at all. Thinking that maybe they slept in this morning he goes
back upstairs to see if they are still in their room. Standing at the door
he nervously opens it, knowing that there is a punishment if he wakes them
he opens the door as quietly as he can, and just wide enough to see their
bed.

Wincing as it creaks ever so slightly he stops trying to open the door and
shifts so he can see the bed from where he is. He's surprised when he sees
that there is no one in the room. Opening the door completely he walks into
the room, looking around there is no sign of where they might be, how long
ago they left, or when they might return.

Going back down to the kitchen he makes himself some breakfast and then
goes into the living room to watch some TV. A couple of hours go by and
there has been no change, no phone call from anyone that might explain
where they are and he is uncomfortably aware that if they had gone out for
breakfast they would've been home by now.

Finally, he gets up and takes his shower, when he is drying off he hears
the phone ring and he rushes downstairs to answer it.

"Hello," he says breathlessly as he rushes downstairs hoping that the
caller is one of his parents.

"Hey Quinn, it's Davis, is your dad around? I figured that I'd try to talk
him into letting you go to the movie now."

Quinn smiles at the sound of a friendly voice, realizing just now how happy
he would be to see his parents, even his father. "No, no they're not
home. They left some time before I woke up, haven't a clue to where they've
gone or nothing."

"Weird, do you know when they might be back?" He asks, wondering what
lesson Quinn's father might be trying to teach him this time.

"No idea, they didn't leave a note, haven't called, I have no idea what is
going on. To tell you the truth it's freaking me out a little." He's
keeping his thoughts under control pretty well but the more he speaks aloud
about his concerns the harder it is to do that.

"So what do you want to do about the movie? If there is no one else at home
doesn't that make it your choice whether or not you go?" Davis isn't trying
to talk his friend into doing something that will get him in trouble with
his father, but he is truly hoping that Quinn will choose to join them.

"I don't know man. Shit, you know how bad I want to see this movie but if
he doesn't think I'm off restriction yet, there'll be hell to pay." He
thinks for a moment and then comes up with an idea he thinks is fair. "Tell
you what, why don't you call again right before you and Jax head out, if
he's home, great you can talk to him then. If he's not then I'll decide
what to do. Sounds like a good idea?" Quinn says, hoping that by then he
will have a better understanding of what is happening.

"Yeah, I can do that, no problem. Hey, if something freaky is going on,
call me, will you? Maybe you can spend some time here, it's gotta be better
than sitting at home and freaking out."

"Yeah, I'll do that. Well in the meantime I have chores I need to do, so
I'll talk to you later." They say their goodbyes and then hang up, Quinn
goes into the kitchen to make sure it is clean as his father expects. He
still isn't fully convinced that this isn't some type of a test from his
father and he is going to do his best to make sure that he passes it.

Knowing that he has extra time to do his job he takes the time to make sure
that it is done exceptionally well, wanting to show his father that he can
be trusted even when there is no one around to watch him spurs him on to do
more than his regular chores and he continues to clean the rest of the
downstairs part of the house.

As he finishes vacuuming the carpet in the living room he hears the phone
ringing. Expecting it to be Davis he doesn't rush and is surprised to hear
his mom's voice when he picks up the receiver.

"Son, darling? Sorry we weren't there when you woke up, hope you weren't
scared." She says in her best motherly voice, the one that both expresses
concern as well as blame at the same time.

"No, I'm fine," he says to her, "just wondering where you two are more than
anything."

"Uncle Mark called this morning, it seems that my dad is in the hospital,
so he suggested that I come to see him."

"For real this time mom? I hate to say this to you but he's pulled this
type of garbage before." He tries to be patient but there is a long history
between his mom and the grandfather that he has barely ever seen.

"I know that, but since it was Mark that called and not him I'm thinking it
might be for real this time." She doesn't sound hopeful exactly but she
does sound as if she believes what she is saying. "Anyway, we will probably
be gone all weekend, do you want us to have one of the neighbor's come
over?"

"No mom, I'll be okay. In fact, Davis mentioned that maybe I can stay with
his family, ask dad if that would be alright." He waits as he can hear her
muffled conversation and his father's response. To his surprise, even from
the distance of the phone he still thinks that his father sounds angry.

Finally, he hears his mother remove her hand from the receiver and start
talking to him. "He says that would be okay, but wants to remind you that
you still have responsibilities around the house."

"I know mom, and I've already taken care of my chores for today, in fact, I
even did a little more, some dusting and vacuuming downstairs, just to help
out." He explains, trying to get her to see that he can be responsible on
his own.

"Well that's very nice dear, thank you." She says distractedly as she
starts to hang up the phone.

Realizing that she has a lot on her mind, he hangs up the phone and then
calls Davis. "Hey, dude, so I found out what happened to my parents, turns
out that they are out of town and will be for the weekend. So it seems that
I will be able to go to the movie with you and Jax."

"Sounds good, I'll let my dad know and we'll pick you up in an hour or
so. Oh, and don't forget, this is my treat today, don't worry about paying
for anything." With that, he says goodbye to Quinn and hangs up the phone.

After getting off the phone Quinn catches a whiff of himself and decides
that he needs another shower before getting together with his friends. Once
clean, and dressed in better clothes than before, he takes the time to get
another outfit together and puts it into a pack to carry with him when he
goes to Davis's house.

A few minutes later and his friends show up, driven by his dad, Quinn
rushes out to his truck, making sure to lock up his house before leaving.
As he gets into the back of the cab he can't shake the feeling that he is
being set up by his father and is about to fail some type of test. He
manages to shake off the feeling as he sits next to Jax, determined to
enjoy his weekend. "Hi Mr. Jackson, thank you for the ride, and for letting
me stay over tonight, promise I won't be a hassle." He says as he buckles
himself in.

"Don't worry about it," He responds, "and you're not a hassle, at least not
at our house." Davis's father says as he pulls away from Quinn's house and
heads toward the movie theatre.

Quinn thinks about what he said and wonders if all parents know somehow
just what an asshole his father is. It seems to him that all the adults he
knows make comments that can be interpreted in one of two ways, depending
on what they know about his home life. However, he is unwilling to pursue
the amount of knowledge that they might have as he would then have to
either acknowledge what goes on in his house or explain to someone what his
home life is like to a person who has no idea and has to deal with the
unease of them knowing from that time on.

When they get to the Multiplex Mr. Jackson suggests that Quinn leave his
pack in the truck and he'll get it inside and into Davis's room. They make
plans to eat dinner at a nearby fast-food Mexican restaurant and then go to
the theatre. Davis purchases the tickets for all of them and then gets a
large popcorn for all of them to share and a large soda each, they head to
the particular theatre that is showing the movie they are there to see and
find what they consider to be the best seats in the house, easy to do since
the theatre is mostly empty.

"I have to pee, be right back." Quinn says and then gets up and starts
walking to the bathroom.

"So do I, now that you've put the idea into my head." Davis says and he
gets up, following closely behind Quinn.

They enter the bathroom, seeing it almost empty as the theatre that they
are sitting in is the one that will start soonest and the other theatres
all have twenty minutes or longer before the movies they are showing end.

Quinn walks up to a urinal and pulls his dick out to pee and Davis steps up
to the one next to him, surprising him in his unusual display of
exposure. Davis doesn't just pull himself out of his fly, instead, he
unbuttons his pants and pulls his underwear down, hooking them below his
balls, and then he starts to pee, not holding himself but letting his small
dick just hang there and allow the piss to arc its way into the urinal.

Quinn can't help himself and he looks down at Davis's crotch, surprised to
see that between the last time he saw his crotch and now Davis has shaved
off all his pubic hairs. He feels like he should comment, but he has no
idea what to say, so he just finishes his business, zips up, and goes to
wash his hands.

Davis comes over and joins him at the sink and Quinn notices that Davis has
a hard time maintaining eye contact with him. Quinn starts to comment but
before he can say anything someone else walks in and he decides that the
timing isn't right to ask questions or make comments. "Please don't say
anything." Davis says, quiet enough that Quinn could act as if he didn't
hear him.

"I won't, don't worry." Quinn says equally quietly as they are walking back
to the theatre. Eventually, the two of them make their way to their seats,
rejoining Jax just in time to see that they haven't missed any trailers to
upcoming movies.

The boys all settle down to watch the trailers, trying to figure out which
ones they would like to see in the theatre and which can wait for them to
see at home. As they discuss the movies they aren't trying too hard to keep
their volume down as there aren't very many people in the theatre. However,
they aren't making so much noise that anyone sitting near them will likely
complain either.

Once the movie starts they sit back in the overstuffed theatre seats and
quiet down, enjoying the movie even though it wasn't good enough to be
released alongside the summer blockbusters.

Around ninety minutes later and they are leaving the theatre, it takes a
few minutes for their eyes to adjust to the sun and when they do they see
Davis's father in his truck waiting nearby. Quinn is dismayed as he is
hoping to have a chance to talk to his friend before they are picked
up. Instead, he turns to Jax. "Hey Jax, do you have to go home right away
or can you come along and maybe play some video games?"

Jax has a feeling he knows why Quinn is asking the question because he
remembers what Quinn wanted to talk about with Davis and, of course, knows
that the subject hasn't been brought up yet. "I could probably stay for a
while, although I'll have to call home, let my parents know what's going
on. But I doubt they'd have a problem with it."

"Cool, why don't you call them when we get to Davis's house," he says as
they are all climbing into the truck, "of course that's if it's okay with
you." He says to Davis, tapping him on the shoulder so he knows that those
last words were directed to him.

"Um, yeah, that's fine with me. Dad, is it okay with you if Jax comes over
too?"

"Sure, son, sounds like you guys'll have a little party, I'll order some
pizza for dinner, with enough for you guys to munch on late in the
night. Do you want him to spend the night as well?" He asks as he starts to
drive away.

"Well, I don`t know. I mean, yeah it's cool if you want to, of course,
Jax. I just don't want you and mom to feel as if I'm trying to take
advantage of your generousness." He responds, knowing the types of
activities that the two of them like to get up to and trying to figure if
he's prepared to deal with their behavior.

Realizing that Quinn had manipulated the situation so that he would look
like a jerk if he refused, Davis gives in to his friends' plans. "Yeah, you
know what, it could be like it was over the summer, we'll stay up late
playing some video games, try unsuccessfully to be quiet, and have dad come
down and yell at us to keep the noise down, sounds like fun." He looks over
at his father, half hoping that the reminder of how loud all of them can
get will cause him to put a stop to it.

Instead, his father just laughs and shakes his head. "I forgot how loud you
three can get. Oh, well, everyone can sleep in tomorrow. After all, you
only get to be a kid once." He says with a grin on his face and a wistful
gleam in his eye.

"Dad, you used to hate it when we got noisy, why the change?" Davis asks,
surprised by the difference in his attitude.

"Well, I guess as you and your friends get closer to being adults and not
being kids anymore I don't want to take away the few opportunities left to
be for you guys to just be young and indulge your inner kid parts. You will
miss these experiences once you grow up." With that he reaches out with one
hand and rubs his fingers over his sons' head, messing up his hair and
chuckling as he does so.

It is a short trip to get back to the house and as soon as they all arrive
Jax instantly heads for the phone while Quinn hunts for the pack that
contains his clothes and a few other items he brought with him. Finding
them in Davis's room he lets out a sigh of relief as knows that his parents
are okay with, and even expecting him to, sleep in the same room.

When he determines the expectations he starts to formulate a plan as to how
he is going to talk to Davis and when. To reduce the likelihood of being
kicked out by an angry Davis he decides that he will bring up his concerns
once everyone else has gone to bed, not only does he hope that this will
reduce the chances of him being told to leave but he is also hoping it will
help reduce the amount of yelling that he is expecting to hear. Walking
back to the main room of the house he sees Davis listening in to the end of
the conversation Jax is having with his parents.

"Yeah, no, they already said it's okay before I asked. In fact, I didn't
ask, I was invited." There is a slight pause as something is being asked on
the other end of the phone. "Quinn is staying over, his parents are out of
town or something so I guess they decided to ask me to stay too. His dad
said something about only one chance for us to enjoy our youth."

Another small pause and then he laughs at whatever is being said on the
other end. "Yeah, I thought so too. So is it okay? Can I sleepover?"
Another pause, this one ending with him looking upset about whatever is
being said on the other end. "Okay, I understand, sure another time, no
problem. Can I at least stay for dinner before I have to come home?" The
last pause before he hangs up the phone. "Okay, thanks, no I can walk home
with no problem."

He looks at his friends who have been listening to the entire
conversation. "They said no. Apparently, my grandparents from my mom's side
are coming to visit us for some reason tomorrow so they want me home. But
they did say I could stay for pizza before I need to head home." With that,
he musters a small smile and looks at his friends. "Hey, I should have
enough time to play a couple of games before I need to go home."

The boys go to play video games while waiting for the pizza to arrive. As
soon as they hear the doorbell ring they pause the game they're playing and
go wash up for dinner. After devouring the majority of one of the three
pizzas he'd ordered, one is a small one for him and his wife, the other was
for them to eat later, the boys go back to the living room to finish the
game they'd been playing.

Thirty minutes later and they are standing at the door saying goodbye to
Jax. "So I guess we'll see you at school on Monday?" Davis says as he gives
his friend a goodbye fist bump.

"Yeah, I have a feeling that I won't be able to do anything tomorrow. Gram
and Gramps have like a two-hour drive so there's no way they won't stick
around for a while." Jax says as he returns the fist bump.

Then he turns to Quinn and gives him a big smile. "You, remember you aren't
at home, be chill tonight, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, chill no problem. Don't worry, I won't be stupid, as usual,
I've got it all under control." He laughs as he says goodnight to his
friend and he watches him as he walks down the dark street to his home.

Davis then closes the door and turns to Quinn with a grin on his
face. "Well, are you ready to get your butt kicked for real? I was only
holding back while Jax was here because I didn't want to embarrass you in
front of him."

Quinn smiles at him. "Challenge accepted." He replies as he moves closer to
the game console, knowing that whoever gets there first gets to determine
which game they play.

Rushing to the game Quinn barely wins the race as he uses his long arm to
reach the game first. "Yes! Got it!" He crows as he swoops it up into the
air and out of the reach of his friend.

Grabbing his favorite game he slips it into the cartridge for a marathon
session of killing zombies in a game that allows them to play on a team or
against each other. "Come on, we'll finally see which one of us is best on
this game," He says as he slips it into the console, "we'll play against
each other, the first one to the ranch house at the end of the game wins."

"No," Davis counters, "it needs to be high score, otherwise you'll ignore
anything to get there first."

Quinn looks at him, grinning, happy that it seems as if nothing has changed
between them despite whatever it is that Davis is involved in. "Fine, high
score it is then." He says, not caring.

Both agreeing to the terms and conditions of how the victor is decided the
game begins, fast and deadly and guns blazing they each make their way to
the end of the game, making sure to kill all the zombies along the path.

Over an hour is spent on the game and everything else gets ignored during
that time. Finally, they reach the end and watch anxiously as the final
score is totaled. At the end of it all, it truly doesn't matter who wins,
the important part to take away from the experience is that they are having
fun. At least that is what Davis tells himself as he sees that he lost by
five hundred points. "Oh man, I knew I should have taken the time to go
into the school." He sounds upset as he says this but he isn't true.

At that time his parents come into the room and get the boys'
attention. "Excuse us, we'd like to say goodnight before you start blasting
again." Both parents come in and give a goodnight hug to both Davis and
Quinn, his mom even giving Quinn a small kiss on the cheek. Quinn tries to
act annoyed but the smile on his face gives away his true feelings.

After getting the boys to promise to keep the noise down they go to
bed. Moments later they bring out the extra pizza as well as some more soda
and then Davis starts to look over the games to decide what to play next.

"Hold up," Quinn says as he comes out of the bathroom, "we need to talk
about something." He says as he moves close to his friend.

"No, we don't. We don't need to talk about anything." Davis says as he
tries to put a stern tone in his voice, but he also knows that if Quinn
pushes it, he will end up talking and that worries him, he isn't certain
what Quinn's reaction will be if he is completely open and honest with him.

"So you're telling me that what I saw in the theatre bathroom can be
ignored? I don't think so, especially since it seems that you went out of
your way to make sure that I saw it." Quinn counters with his observation.

"What are you talking about? I just went in to take a piss." Davis replies,
unable to look his friend in the eye.

"You had the entire bathroom, there was no one else in there, any of the
other pissers, not to mention all the stalls as well. Instead, you stood
right next to me and made sure that I was looking at you. With you,
completely on display, making sure that I saw all your pubic hair was
gone. What the hell is going on?"

Davis grabs a piece of pizza and sits down on the couch, when he starts
talking he talks quickly as if he wants to get everything he needs to say
out in the open before he chickens out.

"Alright, you're right, I did do that. But I have a reason for what I did,
I need to tell you something." He pauses for a moment, taking a bite of the
pizza as he stalls both for time and to try and figure out what he is going
to say.

"Does this have anything to do with the money you've suddenly been flashing
around?" Quinn asks as a way to get him to start talking.

Davis can't look at his friend and tosses his half-eaten slice of pizza on
the plate. "How much do you know? How much have you already figured out?"
He asks as he sits slumped on the couch.

"Not a lot," Quinn admits, "I have a lot of questions. But first I'd like
to hear what you have to say, then if I still have questions I'd like to be
able to ask them. If it's okay with you to do it that way."

"Yeah, I guess that'll work." Davis answers, dejectedly.

Before he can start his explanation Quinn sits next to him on the
couch. "Hey, I want you to know that no matter what you've got going on I'm
not going to be mad at you, you're a friend, and no matter what that won't
change. If you're in some serious shit then we'll deal with it. I don't
know how exactly since I don't know what you're going to tell me but we
will figure out something." With that, he wraps his arm around his friend's
shoulder and gives him a half hug to show his concern.

"Alright, well this started a few weeks after school started, I um, I was
having some problems with my history class. My mom was talking about it at
the store one day to a friend of hers and I guess someone overheard her. I
wasn't there when all this was happening, she just told me about it later,
well not just me, she also told my dad, she talked about it at dinner that
night."

Quinn realizes that he's stalling and urges him to continue with the
story. "Tell the story, you need to get it out." He says as he squeezes his
friend on the shoulder.

"I know it, but you need to understand how difficult it is for me to tell
you about this." He pauses and takes a drink of his soda before continuing
his story. "So this guy talks to me mom and finds out from her what class
I'm having trouble in and wouldn't you know it he just happens to be super
smart in that. He told her he's a college student who wants to be a history
teacher. So he's willing to help me, you know like Senan is helping you in
math, he's going to tutor me.

"The first time we met was here at this house. He was talking to my parents
at the dining table. He was sitting on one side while my parents were
sitting opposite him. At first, I was ignoring them all, playing video
games, and just letting them talk about whatever it was they were talking
about. I didn't want no tutor but I knew I was getting one, the only thing
I could do was ignore what was going on as best as I could."

He picks up his pizza again and takes a big bite, chewing slowly as he
tries to stall the telling of the tale. "Then he calls me over, says he
wants to meet me, and I know I can't ignore it anymore. He tells my folks
that he wants to talk to me in private and they start to walk into the
other room, but he stops them. Tells them that he'd rather talk to me in my
room, that way he can get a better sense of who I am. So now we're sitting
on my bed and he's looking at all the posters on my walls, and talking
about everything except history and being my tutor. He asked me if I have a
girlfriend and when I say no he asks me if I like guys more, telling me
it's alright if I do, that he won't think any worse about me if I do." He
stops talking again and takes some deep, shuddering breaths before he
continues his story.

"So I tell him I don't know, that I haven't given it any thought and he
says that's okay, that there's plenty of time to figure things out and in
the meantime, I can just have fun with whoever I want. I didn't understand
what he meant by that comment, not right then at least but I did agree with
him.

"Then we went back out into the dining room and he told my folks that he
would be more than happy to tutor me, but that it would be at his place as
he had all this equipment set up and it would be easier to have me go there
than to keep bringing it over here. They set up some type of a payment plan
and it was determined that I would start going over right away. Twice a
week at first and then it would be decided how often once he had an idea of
how well I would do. I swear to God, those were his exact words.

"It turns out that he didn't live too far away, in fact, I could walk to
his house in just a few minutes as he lives close to you. The first couple
of times I was there we did some studying and felt like everything might
actually be okay. Then one day he mentioned how handsome he thinks I am,
actually he said `cute'. I was really bothered by it at first but then he
mentioned some modeling I might be able to do and how it could earn me some
money."  He gives out a chuckle at how much the lure of money worked on him
and then continues the story.

So one day I come over and he's got these bright lights all set up and a
camera on a tripod and everything. I asked him what was going on and he
said that he wanted to take some test shots and show them to someone to see
what the reaction to me would be. He assured me that there would be no
problems when it came to the history he's supposed to be teaching me. So at
first it's just regular pictures and I'm feeling okay with everything and
then he wants me to take off my shirt. Well, I freak out at that and tell
him no. Then he explains that I might be modeling swim shorts and so they
need to have an idea of who well I would look, it did make sense at the
time so I went for it.

"The next time I saw him he had the money for me!" At the memory of that
encounter, his voice reflects the excitement he felt at the time. "A
hundred bucks! You know how much that is to me, you, anyone our age? So he
was holding out the money and asked if I would like to make some more, that
was just for the trial poses, and if I wanted I could easily make more. I
asked how and he told me that if I were to do some certain poses that I
could earn a lot more. So I agreed to it.

"He has some outfits he wanted me to wear and there were some that were
done in my underwear too, I felt weird about those but he explained that
his client was looking for a specific type and he was trying to show him
that I was the one he wanted." Once again he stops talking and takes a deep
swallow of his drink before continuing his story.

"So the next thing I know he's talked me into posing in the buff, nothing
outrageous it wasn't like I had a hard-on or anything, I was just doing
ordinary things around the house, just wasn't wearing any clothes while
doing them. A few weeks later and now there's a new person there with me, a
younger kid, one that doesn't go to our school, I think he's in fifth
grade, anyways the two of us are both naked and doing weird things
together, like housework and weird things like that.

"Then the touching starts, at first it wasn't anything real weird, just
like on shoulders or the bellies or each other's legs, then it became more
and soon we were holding each other's dicks and stroking them and that type
of stuff. Then it became even more sexual, blow jobs and rubbing on each
other.

"After that, his younger brother joined us and I was getting sucked
regularly there were shots of me cuming on them too. I know it was
terrible, what we were doing but the money was a huge draw for all of us,
and the other guys seemed to enjoy what we were doing so I just pushed
aside my concerns and went with it.

"Eventually he mentioned the idea of me shaving off my pubes, `after all'
he said, `your dick is already small and childlike, I bet people would like
it if you looked like a child for real, imagine their surprise when all
that juicy cum shoots out of your small, hairless dick.' That is exactly
what he said to me. Now here we are and I don't know what to do next."
Finally finished he picks up the pizza slice in front of him and starts
eating it once again.

Quinn sits there for a moment, taking in all the information that he'd just
heard. He had been fairly certain that whatever was going on with his
friend but had no idea of just how big it was and he wasn't certain how to
handle it.

Once Davis has finished talking and distracting himself with a cold piece
of pizza, he looks at his friend, unsure of what he will see there. He
interprets the expression as one of rejection, that the news Quinn has just
heard was too much for him and that he's looking for a tactful way to end
their friendship. Deciding that he won't kick his friend out of his house
when there is nowhere else for him to go, he starts to stand up, ready to
put distance between the two of them.

"Hey, where are you going?" Quinn says as he reaches out and grabs him by
the wrist.

"I figured I'd go sleep in my room, give you some space." He says as he is
forced to turn back to Quinn.

"Why would you do that? Do you think that what you told me was so horrible
that I wouldn't want to be your friend any longer?"

"Well, yeah, I was thinking pretty much that exact thing." He says quietly
as he struggles to keep tears from spilling over his eyelids.

"I told you, whatever you had to say was not going to stop me from being
your friend, I meant that, too. Now stop being stupid and come sit by me."

"Is it okay if I heat up some pizza first?" He asks, and they both break
out in laughter as the tension in the room eases.

Food sounds good to both of them so Quinn also grabs a piece of pizza and
follows Davis to the kitchen, after they warm their pizza up in the
microwave they both go back to the living room and sit down on the couch,
Quinn making sure to sit close to his friend.

"So, what do you want to do about all that you told me?" He asks as he
takes a bite of his pizza.

"What do you mean? What can I do?" Davis asks, curious about what Quinn
means by his comment.

"Well, let me ask you this, and no judgment no matter what your answer is,
do you want to continue doing what you're doing?"

Davis sighs, as he tries to figure out how to answer the question. "That's
not an easy question to answer, I kinda do but at the same time, I feel a
little creepy about it. I mean the two boys I play with are cute but the
fact that I'm being forced to do this is weird. Does that make sense?" He
looks at Quinn, not sure if what he's saying is understandable to anyone
else but himself.

"It does, the sex part is fun but the idea of doing this because some older
dude is making you do it is fucked up. Do you want to stop doing this or
not?"

"I want to stop but I don't at the same time, I like having the money to do
the things I want to do and buy the things I want to buy. But, again, I
feel like a creep doing all that because I'm told to. I have no idea what
to do."

"What if you quit working for this guy, could you do that? Maybe find a way
to keep in touch with those other guys, that is if they want to continue
doing stuff with you too." Quinn says, trying to be as helpful as possible
as he takes a bite of his pizza.

"Maybe that could work, I could talk to them the next time I see them and
find out if they'd want to get together outside of the videos." He, too,
takes a bite of his pizza and then looks over Quinn once again. "Do you
mind if we don't talk about this anymore right now? It's been a long time
since you've been able to stay the night and I want it to be a fun time for
both of us."

"One last question," he says as he puts down his pizza and picks up his
controller, "do you mind if I tell Jax about this? I won't tell him the
whole thing, just enough to stop him from worrying about what's
happening. We talked about your odd behavior and he's as worried about you
as I am."

"If you don't mind I'd rather be the one to tell him, I promise that I will
the next time we all get together, not Monday at school but as soon as
possible after that. I'd like you to be there when I do, it would be
helpful to me if you were, that way no matter his reaction I know I have at
least one friend there with me."

"I don't think that you're going to lose him as a friend over this, but
yeah, I'll be there. Monday after school I have the wrestling tryouts but
maybe we can get together after that. I can always tell my parents that
tryouts went longer than expected."

That matter is settled for the time being and both boys turn back to the
games and are soon blasting away at zombies and other undead creatures,
this time playing the game in a cooperative mode. Soon they reach the end
of the game together and this time it is Davis who wins the game and he
does so by a large margin, well over a thousand points. Davis smiles at
Quinn as he takes note of the difference in the scores. "Man, you let me
win, there's no way that I improved by that much in this short of time."

Quinn lets go of his controller and reaches his arms around Davis's
chest. "That is the power of friendship." He says as he does so.

Davis laughs at him, "That is the stupidest thing that you've said in a
long time. Where in the hell did you hear that?"

"I don't remember, I think it was on a poster in my Counselor's office,
either there on I saw it in the Vice Principal's office the last time I was
there."

Both boys end up laughing at the ridiculous turn of the conversation, then
Davis turns to Quinn with a serious look on his face. "You know it wasn't
that long ago that I told you I'd be willing to do things with you. You
remember that? Me telling you that I felt I owed you something because you
let me pick on Seman?"

"Yeah, I remember that conversation. Why, are you saying that you want to
mess around some?"

He looks sheepishly at Quinn, suddenly shy. "Well, um, maybe? I think it
would be better if we go to the bedroom now." He says as he stands up in
front of his friend.

Quinn puts down the controller and starts to rise, suddenly aware of the
erection in his pants. "Well, let's go then." He says as he reaches out to
grab his hand.

Turning off the game they hurry to his bedroom, all thoughts of the rest of
the items in the living room forgotten about as their hormones take over
their thought process. Quietly they go past the bedroom that his parents
sleep in, pausing for a moment to make sure that there is no indication of
movement or anybody being awake and then they go the rest of the way down
the hall to Davis's room.

Quietly closing the door Davis then makes his way across the darkened room,
using the memory of the layout of his room to get across to the lamp he
keeps by his bed. He turns it on and the room is instantly bathed in a pale
yellow light, not enough to blind their eyes but it does allow them to see
comfortably in the room.

"So, what do you want to do?" Davis asks as he notices the erection in
Quinn's pants.

"I'm down for whatever, you said you feel like you owe me so what do you
think would be proper payment?" He rubs himself as he says this, this is
something that he's wanted to do for a while and he is certain that
whatever Davis is willing to do is going to be more than fine with him.

Davis walls to Quinn and starts taking off his shirt, running his hand over
his chest as he exposes it. Then one hand drops down to his groin and he
places a hand on the bulge that is so easy to see. He gives him a gentle
squeeze and then rubs a finger up and down his crotch, smiling at him as he
does so. "I had no idea you were this big, I mean I saw it that day we were
all naked of course but wow! When you're hard you get so much bigger."

Quinn moans as the experienced hands of Davis work him over. "Don't tease
me too much," he warns him, "unless this is all you want to do."

"I'd better stop then. I do want to show off the things I've learned over
the past few weeks." With that he removes his hand and starts to undo
Quinn's pants, loosening the zipper and undoing the snap he allows them to
drop to the ground, puddling around his ankles. "Are you going to take them
off? Or do you want me to do all the work" Davis asks as he looks at Quinn.

Quinn toes his shoes off and then steps out of his pants. "I can't let you
do all the work," he says as he reaches out to Davis grabbing his shirt as
he does so. "Otherwise I'll feel bad."

"Don't worry about it, I don't mind treating you, remember this is my way
of thanking you for allowing me to have some fun at school. Just relax and
let me take care of you." Saying that he turns Quinn around so that his
back is to the bed and then pushes him so he's laying on top of it.

Davis takes a moment to strip down to his underwear and then resumes his
playful toying with Quinn's body, taking the time to remove his socks from
his feet before he returns to the main object of his fun. "How do you feel
about kissing? Would it freak you out if we kissed on the lips?" He asks,
wanting to make sure of Quinn's comfort level before trying something that
they've never done before.

Quinn smiles back at him. "Whatever you want to do is fine with me,
honestly. There is nothing you can suggest that I'm going to complain
about." He wraps his arms around Davis as he answers then brings him close
so that they can both engage in the proffered kiss.

By the time they break it off Davis has moved so that he is lying on top of
him and they are grinding their boners against each other. "What do you say
we remove these?" Davis says as he grabs a hold of Quinn's underwear and
starts tugging them down.

Quinn raises his hips to facilitate the removal of the extra
clothing. "Better?" He asks, with a smile.

"Much better, I do not know how I could have ever hoped to take those off
your body without your assistance." He replies sarcastically.

"I aim to please." Quinn replies as he does what he can to keep the mood
light.

In response Davis reaches out and grabs his dick, giving it a slight shake
as he does. "You can aim this anywhere and I'm fairly certain it'll be
pleasing." With that he moves down to the edge of the bed and squats down
to be able to start licking Quinn's shaft and balls, every once in a while
moving his tongue down to the space between his balls and his ass.

Quinn moans as his body reacts to the sensations he's
experiencing. Although they are doing nothing different from what he and
Jax have done before, the knowledge and skill that Davis brings to the
experience makes it feel completely different. Quinn sits up halfway
scooting to the edge of the mattress as he does so.

Davis uses his arms to spread his legs further apart, using his tongue to
reach deep into the crevice of his ass as he does so. After a minute of
licking between his cheeks, he moves back to his hairless balls, spending
time there with his tongue and rubbing a finger up and down Quinn's
shaft. When he starts to feel Quinn's precum leak heavily out of his slit
he moves his mouth up and engulfs the top two inches, just enough to be
able to use his tongue to lick the leaking juice.

"Oh, fuck." Quinn moans as he uses his hands on Davis's head to force
himself a little deeper into his mouth. "Just keep doing that and I'll cum
real soon, that is if you want to swallow my cum." He adds that last part
as he realizes that his experience so far has only been with younger boys
that aren't capable of shooting any juice yet.

"Looking forward to it," Davis says as he takes his mouth off his cock long
enough to reply. "I've been wondering what someone else's cum tastes like."

He renews his tongue work on Quinn's cock, licking and teasing him to the
best of his abilities, and is quickly rewarded with the spasming throb that
tells him Quinn's orgasm is very close.

A moment later and Quinn starts to thrash and moan louder, pumping his hips
up and down in an attempt to drive his cock further down Davis's throat as
he feels the pumping of his shaft start to send his fluid up and out.

Davis is having none of that though and he keeps the tip of his dick in his
mouth far enough to make sure that it won't slip out but not so far that he
won't be able to taste it on his tongue before swallowing his load.

Once he knows that Quinn is finished shooting he swallows it all and then
lets go of his shaft. "You taste sweet, you must drink a lot of juice." He
says as he looks up, licking his lips as he does so.

"Oh, Christ, you're good at that." This is all that Quinn can say as he
allows his body time to recover from his orgasm. "Could I return the
favor?" He asks as soon as he can form a coherent thought.

"If you want to, I won't say no, but don't feel as if you need to." He
says, wanting to make sure that Quinn knows it isn't expected of him.

Alright then, tell me what you would want someone to do. Anything at all,
if I can do it for you I will. Come on, use your imagination." He pulls
Davis up on the bed so that they are sitting next to each other, their legs
crossing over each other.

"Well what I really want is to be fucked, the brothers are too small to do
a good job at it, they've tried but they're smaller than I am so it doesn't
work well. As big as you are I don't think that is going to be a problem."
He pauses for a moment, then looks away shyly, "that is if you don't mind."

Hey, I told you, whatever you wanted as long as it is something I'm capable
of doing. I'm pretty sure that this will fit up your butt, no problem."
While saying that he grabs his soft dick and gives it a shake. "All I gotta
do is get it hard again. That and get you prepared for the fun."

Davis smiles, "Hey, you're a teen, I don't expect there to be any troubles
getting it hard again. As for prepping me, well we have some stuff in the
bathroom that will help get me ready to take that monster dick inside me."

Saying that Davis leaves the room for a moment and then returns with a jar
of Vaseline. "Here, this will work just fine. I've used it in the past to
stuff a couple of fingers up there in the past."

Even though Quinn knows that he likes to be entered he is willing to do
this for Davis and the novelty of the situation has made him hard. "Do you
want to put this on me?" He asks as he opens the tub.

"Sure, but you will need to return the favor and make sure that my hole is
well covered, is that okay with you?" He asks.

Quinn nods his head and then watches as Davis takes a large glob of the
substance to spread over his dick, applying enough pressure on the grip to
make him hard once again.

After he is done coating Quinn's shaft Davis then takes the container,
holding it while Quinn puts some on a finger and uses it to penetrate his
asshole. Having made sure that the first finger went in easily he gives it
a moment, allowing him time to get used to the feeling before inserting a
second finger inside him.

"Oh, yes, fuck that feels so good." Davis says with a hiss as he feels
Quinn's fingers spread him wide.

"Lay down on your back." Quinn commands as he realizes that there is a
better way to do this than having them both stand up. He removes his hand
and waits for him to get ready for his fingers to return inside him once
again.

"Ready?" He asks as he looks at Davis, smiling in expectation.

Davis reaches down, making sure that his legs are as spread apart as far as
he can he reaches down with his hands to spread his cheeks as far apart as
he can. "Ready." He replies as he lays there in anticipation.

Quinn kneels in front of him and gets the two fingers back inside of him
with no problem. Watching as his fingers stretch the opening wide he gets
experimental before inserting a third finger and leans forward to start
licking the area with his tongue. He is happy to discover that Davis keeps
himself clean back there so that the only smell is one of musk that comes
from a healthy person who is enjoying the way he is being treated.

As he continues pushing the fingers of one hand in him Quinn reaches up
with his other hand and feels around blindly finally finding what he's
seeking. As his fingers brush over Davis's balls and shaft he feels that
Davis has wrapped his fingers around himself and is jerking himself
furiously. "Knock that off,' he says as he brushes his hand away from his
shaft. "I want us to cum at the same time." He finishes his explanation and
returns his tongue to the assault on his ass.

"Then you'd better stick it in me fast because I'm really close to cuming
already," is his response.

Quinn removes his fingers and stops the probing with his tongue. "Fine,
then. Get ready `cause here it comes." his friend.

He stands there, looking down as he uses a hand to guide his cockhead to
the hole, realizing that with the amount of heat being generated he could
find it with his eyes closed.

"Damn it!" Davis cries out loudly, "It's so fucking big. Hold on a moment I
wasn't expecting this." He says as he gets control of his breath again.

"When I push in you push out like you're taking a shit, makes it go in a
lot easier." Quinn offers the advice from his own experience without
explaining how he came by the information.

Deciding to trust his friend he follows the advice and feels Quinn easily
slide a few inches inside him, the pain almost completely gone by now. "Are
you all the way in now? I hope so, I don't know if I can take much more of
you."

Quinn looks down to see the amount of progress he has made so far. "Almost,
just a little bit more, and then you'll be feeling my pubes against your
ass." At that, he gives one last push and they both give a sigh of pleasure
when they feel Quinn's balls slap against Davis's ass.

Then Quinn starts the rhythmic pushing in and out as they describe how it
feels for them. "You are so tight. Feels like my dick is in a glove."Quinn
tells him.

"I can feel you all the way up inside me. I feel you brushing right over
that spot that makes it feel so damn good. You keep it up, and I'll be
coming real soon." He makes the comments in short breaths as every time
that Quinn pushes in, the pressure is so exciting that he can barely
breathe.

A few moments and they are both having a difficult time keeping control of
their breathing. Davis starts stroking his dick, timing them so that they
match the same rhythm that Quinn has set for his pumping.

Quinn, feeling his orgasm approaching and knowing that there is no way he
can stall his climax much longer, starts to pump faster and deeper. "Almost
there," is all he can say.

Davis starts to stroke himself faster, his grip tight on his own dick as he
is doing all he can to time his climax to match Quinn's. "I'm cuming too,"
he says in response.

Davis can feel Quinn's juice shoot deep into his passage, the warmth
splashing into him and filling his cavity. That forces his climax and soon
his juices are splattering up his chest, some shooting onto his face, the
majority landing on or near his nipples and the rest oozing out and down
his shaft to end up in a puddle around the base of his dick.

Quinn knows when Davis is having his orgasm as he can feel the muscles in
his ass squeezing his cock. That feeling heightens his pleasure and causes
him to shoot more and further than before, filling his insides with his
cum.

When they are done Quinn lays there, enjoying the feel of his dick inside
what remains a tight and warm hole. For his part, Davis is enjoying his
friend lying across him and doesn't want him to move.

"Hmm, do you think we could sleep like this?" He looks at Quinn, as he asks
the question and sees the same blissful look on his face.

"I'd like to," Quinn responds, "but at some point I'm going to have to go
to the bathroom."

"Yeah, me too. In fact now that you've mentioned it I better get up and get
in the bathroom." Davis agrees and starts to move around, feeling the
urgency of his bladder growing.

Quinn backs out of him, his cock leaving his body with an audible pop as
the hole is no longer filled. Looking down at Davis's ass he can see some
of his juice leaking out of his asshole. "You better squeeze your cheeks
tight when you go to the bathroom, otherwise you're going to leave a trail
on your way there." He watches as Davis does an odd walk, doing all he can
to make sure that nothing leaks out on his way.

By the time that Davis comes back in the room, he sees Quinn under the
covers, a sleepy expression on his face. Slipping in next to him the two of
them curl around each other as they drift off, a quick kiss between the two
of them reminds them both of the friendship that they have for each other.

Approximately twenty minutes after their shower and both Senan and Kenneth
are on their bikes and heading to the park, both wearing sweaters as a way
to combat the cold fall day. "So what were you thinking of doing?" Senan
asks his friend, "Or were there no real plans and you just wanted to ride
around until something pops up?"

"Please, I always have a plan. But that thing about something interesting
popping up sounds like it could be fun too." Kenneth says with a smile on
his face at the thought of the two of them repeating last night's
activities.

"If we were going to do that again I'll want to go back home, it's way too
cold today to to be outside for that." Senan says as he rides his bike
close to Kenneth.

"True and I don't know anywhere in the park that we could go to get away
from the cold weather. Why don't we see if any of our friends are playing
in the park then we can decide what to do after we have an idea of who's
around. After all, we don't want to waste the picnic your mom made for us."

With that they head to the fields that are used for soccer, football or
just running around crazily and find that there are a small number of kids
that they know from school playing there.

"Hey guys, got room for two more?" Kenneth asks as they get off their bikes
and walk over to the group.

"Yeah, sure, of course we do." Says one of the boys and Senan notices that
he is one of the boys that were at the dance last night.

"What happened to you guys last night?" He asks, looking right at Senan as
he does so. "There was that one dance and then you guys just
disappeared. Did one of you get sick or something?"

"Not sick exactly, but there were some jerks there that were starting to
cause some trouble so we got out of there and did something else until my
dad came to pick us up."

"Yeah, there were a couple of ninth graders that got themselves in trouble,
I guess they were trying to get a girl to join them in the bathroom or
something, I don't know for sure, just that they got kicked out of the
dance and their parents were called to pick them up."

"Well, it certainly sounds like we got out of there in time." Kenneth says,
trying to make sure that no one connects Senan's outburst with the activity
around the bathroom.

Soon teams are picked and all the activity from the dance is forgotten as
they all start playing soccer. Kenneth makes sure that he and Senan are on
the same team as then he knows that he'll be included in the game and not
ignored by the others.

Senan knows that he isn't athletic but he also knows that this type of game
isn't taken seriously by anyone playing so he doesn't mind joining
in. Also, with Kenneth there he knows that no one will make fun of him for
not being a good player as his friend will put a stop to that real
fast. The result being that he has quite a bit of fun running around on the
field, helps his team score a goal, and has worked up quite an appetite by
the time they stop playing.

He and Kenneth grab the cooler that Senan's mom has packed for them and
find a place in the sun to sit and eat. As they are doing so another of the
boys sits down near them watching them eat.

"Hey Perry," says Kenneth when he sees him sitting nearby, "I thought you
were going to go home for lunch." He says once he has his attention.

"I was planning on it, but decided it was a nice day and I wanted to stay
in the park. If I go home then there's a chance that my mom won't let me
back out later. Most likely I'd have to watch my younger brother or
something." He says as he moves closer to them.

"Oh, okay, well you're welcome to stay with us for now if you want to, do
you have anything to eat?" Kenneth says as he notices how hard he is
staring at the sandwich in his hand.

"No, just breakfast this morning, but that's okay, I'm not hungry." He says
as he continues to stare at the sandwich.

"No really, Senan's mom made too much and there's no way I could eat it
all, go ahead and take it, after all that running around you did you must
be starved."

The boy, Perry, a short, thin, dark-haired boy moves closer to them and
reaches out for the sandwich, taking it quickly as if afraid it will be
taken from him at the last moment. Once it is in his possession he wolfs it
down quickly, and in moments it is gone.

"Wow, I guess you were hungry after all." Kenneth says as he watches Perry
devour the sandwich.

"Just a little I guess." He says as his face reddens in embarrassment.

"Hey, relax, don't worry about it, there's no shame in being hungry, we're
all growing kids, even Senan here is getting bigger." He points to his
friend and makes sure that Senan sees the smile so that he knows there is
no malice behind the words.

"Yeah, I guess so, it's just that my mom doesn't like it when I accept
things from others, she doesn't want to owe anyone anything."

"Yeah, well in this case you don't owe us anything. It was a gift freely
given and with no strings attached, alright?"

Perry can't help but be taken in by Kenneth's behavior when it's attached
to the smile that is on his face at the same time. The end result is that
he ends up spending the afternoon with them for as long as they are in the
park. When they need to return to Senan's home he says good-bye to them
with a small smile and a look of longing as they go in opposite directions.

"Well, that was interesting." Kenneth says observationally.

"What was? What are you talking about?" Senan asks, not understanding what
he's talking about.

"Did you notice Perry? Hungry, even though he tried to deny it. Not wanting
to go home, even though it's getting real late and he has a younger brother
to help take care of, and did you notice his clothes? Not trying to talk
crap about him but they aren't in the greatest condition. I wonder what's
really going on with him."

"Well I didn't notice most of that, how did you pick up on it?" Senan asks
his friend.

"Well I don't know, I guess my folks working so much with the
disenfranchised have helped to train me to see things like that." He says
as he puts his arm over his shoulder. "But don't feel bad that you didn't
notice these things. Like I said, my folks do a lot of work with those who
are having problems in their lives."

The boys return to Senan's home and instantly hit the refrigerator for
drinks and snacks. "Hi mom, how is dad doing on his project?" He asks as
she comes out of her office to say hello to them.

"Well I will say that it is keeping him quite busy. I'm not certain that he
is going to get the job done today but he's happy and that is what's
important." She hugs both boys as she makes sure that they are choosing
something healthy for a snack.

As they are getting some food to nibble on they give her a brief rundown of
their time at the park and explain that now they are going to play some
video games.

"That sounds fine, I don't mean to be rude but I need to finish some work
in my office, I'll see you two later." With that she turns around and goes
back to her work, leaving the boys to whatever it is they were planning to
do, her mind had been elsewhere when they told her about their plans and
she hadn't caught what they said.

Just as they started playing their game Senan's father walks in and at
first is surprised to see them but then he smiles at them as he realizes
that now he won't have to bother his wife when he needs help. "Hello you
two, are you planning on being here for a while?" He asks them once he gets
their attention.

"It depends, dad, on whether or not you're asking for our help. It is most
likely going to be the complete inverse, want versus availability." He
starts to laugh as he says this, indicating to everyone around that he's
just fooling around.

"Well I might need some help getting all the shelves into your mom's office
in a few minutes, but that would be all, when it comes to helping me put
them up I'll most likely have your mom do that." Then he returns to his
workshop and the boys get lost in the video game.

They spend the next hour playing a game with one break when Senan's dad
asks them to help bring in the shelving units, when they are done with that
they decide to take a break from the video games and head into Senan's
bedroom instead.

"Well, what would you like to do now?" Senan asks as they just stand there
looking at each other.

"Well, I'm certain that I can come up with something we could do, but first
do you have anything you might want to do?" Kenneth has a grin on his face,
certain that he knows what Senan wants to do and indicating by that grin
that he's okay with that idea.

Senan is filled with desire for his friend, wanting nothing more than to
get as close to him as possible, share the same space and breathe the same
air as Kenneth. He's unsure about how to express all this so instead, he
tries to do so by actions instead of words.

Climbing up on his bed he pats the empty space beside him, indicating for
Kenneth to come join him. He smiles as Kenneth gets the idea and joins him,
lying side-by-side, their legs touching as they are stretched out on the
bed. Senan takes his hand that is closest to Kenneth and wraps his fingers
around the hand of Kenneth's that is nearest his. Giving it a tight squeeze
he looks at his friend and leans over to kiss him on the lips.

"What's that for?" Kenneth asks, wondering where this is leading to.

"Nothing, I'm just enjoying being here with you. Like I said before, I like
being with you even if we don't do anything I enjoy your company. Is that
okay with you?"

"Of course it is, you know that. I enjoy being with you too, you know that,
right?" Kenneth looks at him and gives a tight squeeze on his hand as he's
waiting for an answer.

"Nope, never knew that," he says with a smile on his face and the quiet
sound of mirth in his voice, "do you think there's anything wrong with what
we're doing?" He asks, leaning into Kenneth and hugging him as if searching
for some security or protection, but from what he isn't sure.

Kenneth looks at him and is wondering where this is coming from. "If I
thought that there was something wrong with the things we were doing I
wouldn't do them with you. I won't do anything that you don't want to do
and I'll never do anything that hurts you. Do you understand what I'm
saying?" He looks into Senan's eyes as he says this, trying to impart just
how serious he is about what he just said.

"I get it, I truly do. Honestly, that's not what I'm trying to talk
about. I know that you wouldn't hurt me and that isn't what concerns me."
He takes a breath, giving himself a second to try and figure out how to say
what he wants to say. "I was thinking about Perry and I think I just
figured it out. Perry's homeless, isn't he?"

"Most likely yeah. What does that have to do with us though?" Kenneth often
has a hard time keeping up with Senan's abrupt changes in thinking and
realizes this is one of those times. However, he also knows that Senan
wants to be understood so doesn't mind it if you ask him questions.

"So what if something like that happened to one of us? What would happen to
us?" He asks, struggling to get his thoughts in a way that Kenneth will
understand.

Unfortunately, that was not it. "You mean if one of us were to become
homeless? Nothing would happen. What makes you think something like that
would happen to one of us anyway?"

Senan grimaces in frustration. "Okay, just listen for a moment, I don't
have a good grasp on what I'm thinking about yet so it's hard for me to get
the idea out so you can understand. When I figured out what you were saying
about Perry it got me thinking about how he's treated at school, it dawned
on me that the reason that he doesn't have many friends is because he's
homeless, it's not his fault and yet he suffers because of it. He gets
picked on and people say stupid stuff to him or about him because of
it. What if that happens to me or you? Enough people already say stupid
stuff about me, what if they can add something that's beyond my control on
top of all that?"

"Okay, hold on. First of all Perry does have friends, I'm his friend and so
are you, not to mention most of those guys that were playing soccer with
him this morning. All the rest are just jerks that think they're better
than him, not realizing how easy it can be to become homeless
themselves. Okay, that's Perry's life, now about you and me." He stops and
once again he is thinking about how much of his feelings he wants to
confess too.

"For whatever reason you and I have become best friends, at first it was
because I saw everyone picking on you and I hated it, later I discovered
how cool you are." He holds up a hand to forestall the objection that he
knows is coming. "I know you don't believe it but it's true and you will
never convince me otherwise so stop trying." They both laugh at the rehash
of an old familiar argument between them.

"You remember some of the other guys I hung around when I invited you into
my circle?" He waits as Senan nods his head and then continues. "Well, in
case you haven't noticed I don't hang out with most of them anymore, that's
because they don't see you the way I see you. They see you more like Quinn
does, or did. Someone to pick on because he's different. I quickly got them
to understand that they are being jerks and I will not put up with that
type of behavior, especially not with a friend of mine."

Senan interrupts the story for a moment. "I didn't know that you lost some
of your friends because of me."

"I didn't lose any of my friends, I lost some people I thought were friends
but weren't really. Therefore losing those people was no big deal. Now if
something were to happen that was catastrophic, like losing a home or a
parent being arrested or any of the many things that could happen beyond
our control and yet people will judge you for. It wouldn't matter to
me. That doesn't matter to me, it doesn't change who you are so it wouldn't
change how I think or feel about you. Let me ask you this; if something
like that were to happen to me would it change how you feel about me?"

Senan looks shocked at the very idea of that happening. "Of course not, why
do you think it would?"

`I don't and that's my point. If something is out of your control then why
should you be treated any different? You haven't changed. As far as Perry
goes, he's a real cool guy and for me, nothing else matters." He hugs Senan
as he notices that he has taken in all that he said and is thinking hard
about it.

"So if something were to happen that wasn't my fault, even if it affected
me negatively, that wouldn't bother you?" He asks, still trying for
understanding.

"Of course it would bother me," he answers, "anything that would have a
negative affect on you would bother me, but it wouldn't change the way I
feel about you." He replies, trying to help Senan understand.

"If something were to happen to you like that? It wouldn't change how I
feel about you either. You're special to me and that won't ever change, no
matter what." He says as he feels confident about what Kenneth has been
trying to get him to understand.

"I know that Senan, that is one of the things that make you so special and
is why I love you." He stops at that waiting to see how Senan reacts to the
revelation.

Senan looks at his friend, aware that he is waiting for him to say
something soon, and is hoping that what Kenneth is hoping to hear is
something similar to what he said himself. "I don't know how to respond to
that," is all he can say as he feels Kenneth involuntarily flinching behind
him. "Wait, let me try and explain." That is what he follows with.

"I don't understand what it means to love someone, I mean I love my parents
of course, but I know that isn't the type of love you're talking
about. We're best friends and I know that has something to do with what
you're talking about and I know that I have strong feelings for you, but I
need to figure out this love thing before I can confidently say it to
you.," He leans back against him, nestling his body up to Kenneth's as if
trying to make up for the emotional separation by filling it in
physically. "I'm sorry, are you disappointed in me?" Is all he can say.

Kenneth hugs him tighter. "No, well, maybe a little. But I'm happy that you
feel safe enough, to be honest with me. I can't force you to feel anything,
so I'll give you time and you let me know once you have it figured out,
okay?"

"Yeah, sure." Senan replies, uncertainty in his voice.

"Hey now, none of that. If it turns out that you don't love me back then I
will find a way to live with that. The important thing to me is that we are
friends, and that will not change even if my love is one sided. Even if we
never again did the things we did last night and this morning I will still
be your friend." As he says these words he keeps giving light little pecks
on Senan's neck, his lips wandering around Senan's earlobe.

"Um, Kenneth, would you still be willing to do those things with me? If I
didn't love you?" He says the words with hesitation as if he's afraid to
say them.

"Yeah, I think so." Kenneth answers after a moment of thinking about it. To
be honest, it would be a little difficult but, yeah I think I could make it
work." He finally answers.

"Good, because I would miss it." Senan says as he reaches behind himself to
give Kenneth a clumsy hug. So clumsy that it sends them both into a
laughing fit and before they know it they are gasping for their breath.

Just as they start to break into their second round of out-of-control
howling in merriment there is a knock on the bedroom door.

"Come in!" Senan says as they separate from each other and try
unsuccessfully to settle down a little.

Senan's dad peaks around the opening of the door. "Hey, guys, um, glad to
see you're shaving so much fun but, Kenneth, your dad is on the phone." He
says as he is trying to figure out what is going on in the room.

"Thanks, Mr. Reed." Kenneth says as he gets up and goes down the hall to
talk to his father.

"Is everything alright?" Jim asks his son as he is still trying to
understand what is happening.

"Yeah, dad, we're just having fun. You know, two goofy guys just being
goofy." He answers.

Jim takes a minute to look around one last time and then starts to close
the door.

At that moment Kenneth comes back. "Apparently the phrase `You don't have
to be home at any particular time.' really means `I want you home by
three.' Dad says it's time to quit hogging your time and to remind my
family of what I look like." He starts to put the clothes he wore yesterday
in the backpack and then turns to say goodbye to Senan, first making sure
that his father had left the area.

"Look, about what I said earlier? I meant it, okay. You're special to me
and I've been wanting to tell you for a while. Thanks for giving me the
courage to finally say it. He reaches out and pulls Senan close to him,
making sure that their lips are in alignment.

"Door's open," Senan says after a couple of moments pass, "we don't want to
get spotted by my parents." He finishes as he reluctantly breaks the kiss.

Together they walk to the front door as if nothing unusual had passed
between them. Senan stays at the front door and watches Kenneth ride away
until he can't see him anymore.

For the rest of the day Senan stays in a mellow mood, not wanting to do
much he relaxes around the house, helping his mom make dinner when the time
comes for it. After dinner the three of them watch some TV and just enjoy
the company of one another until the movie they are watching ends and
everyone goes to bed.

Once he says goodnight to his parents Senan spends a few minutes in the
bathroom, going through his usual nighttime routine and finally going into
his room and stripping down as he climbs into his bed. As he lays down he
expects to fall asleep quickly as he has been very active and is surprised
that he is tossing and turning almost an hour later. When he realizes that
he isn't going to fall asleep soon he starts trying to figure out what is
going on in his mind that is keeping his sleep at bay.

After a few minutes of thought, he starts to get an idea of what is going
on. His mind keeps going back to the conversation that he and Kenneth had
earlier. It doesn't bother him to know that Kenneth loves him, what does
bother him, though, is not knowing what the phrase means. The only
experience he has with the phrase is the love he has for his parents and
them for him, and he knows that isn't the type of love that Kenneth is
talking about.

Unfortunately, he has no idea of who he can talk to about it. He knows that
if he tries to talk to his parents about it they would want to know the why
of the questions and he isn't ready to be that open about his experiences
yet and he also knows that he isn't a good enough liar to be able to make
up a story. Obviously talking to Kenneth is out of the question.

He considers for a moment talking to Quinn when he sees him on Monday but
doesn't want to wait that long and then remembers that Quinn has wrestling
tryouts that day so he wouldn't be seeing him until Tuesday at the
earliest.

Unable to come to a solution as he feels himself falling asleep frustrates
Senan and he is certain that he will wake up in a bad mood. So it is a big
surprise when he wakes up feeling well-rested and knowing how to get the
answers to his questions. With great delight he puts on his bathrobe and
goes out to greet his parents.

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