Date: Mon, 17 May 2021 03:59:07 +0000
From: "Jankin Noff (via Google Docs)" <jinoff930@gmail.com>
Subject: Riding Out the Storm Chapter 12

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Quinn wakes up, confused and scared. His first reaction is to figure out
why he isn't in his bed. He is so concerned about not being at his home
that he doesn't realize someone is lying next to him in the bed.

His panicked breathing and frightened flailing of his limbs do wake Davis
up. "Dude, what's wrong? Shit, man, calm down!" He reaches out and wraps
his arms around Quinn. "It's okay, everything is fine, stop freaking out."

Finally, Quinn settles down, and his breathing returns to normal. What the
hell was that?" Davis asks as he finally releases Quinn.

"Sorry, man, I freaked out some. I forgot where I was at, what was going
on. All I remembered was that I wasn't at home. Sorry if I woke you up."
Quinn says, feeling ashamed of his actions when he first woke up.

Davis chuckles, mindful that his parents might still be asleep. "Don't
worry about it, dude. I was going to wake up at some point anyway."

Quinn joins him in laughter. "Yeah, just think of me as an alarm clock. I
just don't have a snooze button but other than that, I'm all set."

"Come on, let's get some clothes on, and I'll make us some breakfast, then
you can tell me why you were freaking out so much." Davis slides out of bed
and clothes himself in the pants he wore the day before.

Quinn follows suit, also getting out of bed and getting ready to leave the
room. "I don't know about that. Do you really want to hear about my
problems?" He's not looking at Davis when he says this, and it is hard for
him to read his friend.

"Are you kidding? After what you did for me last night?" He lowers his
voice, in case his parents are up and wandering the hallways, "I'm not
talking about the sex, I'm talking about listening to me and wanting to
help me. Why can't I return the favor?" He asks as he gets ready to leave
the room.

Quinn knows that he is right, even though he has a hard time admitting
it. "Okay, fine, it's just that I'm not used to it, that's all. It feels
weird to open up about this shit." He says as they enter the kitchen, and
it is then that he realizes how openly he's talking without knowing who
might be around. Fortunately, no one else is up yet. "Only let's talk about
this later, can we? I don't want to take the chance of your parents
overhearing me."

Davis shoots him a questioning glance as he is getting out some bacon to
cook. "Yeah, sure, no problem. Now, why don't you get the toaster and four
slices of bread out? I'm going to make you my specialty for breakfast."

Quinn gives him an odd look as he follows the directions given to
him. "What is your specialty?" He asks.

"Oh, it's super fancy," Davis replies, `it's eggs, bacon, and toast. All
three at the same time." He answers with a grin.

"Well, I'm not going to complain. The best I would have done is the toast
part of the breakfast. Although my mom makes a delicious piece of bacon, no
one has ever taught me such a skill." He says as he opens the refrigerator
and starts looking for the cube of butter. Just as he is about to ask Davis
where it is, he finds it, and as Quinn does so, closes the door to the
refrigerator startling as he sees Davis standing so close. He lets out a
yelp of surprise and almost drops the butter dish on the floor, managing to
catch it, and sets it on the counter. "Sorry, you startled me." He
sheepishly says as he has a hard time looking at his friend.

"No worries, but try to remember that you're among friends. No one here is
going to do anything," He says as he pulls out four slices of bacon and
lays them in a frying pan. "But sooner or later, you will need to talk to
me about your dad, okay?" He asks as he turns to Quinn, his concern evident
on his face.

"I will. You convinced me earlier to talk to you about it, and I will but
not now, not here. No offense to your parents, but I don't want to take the
chance of them hearing us talk about it. Does that make sense to you?" He
says as he stands there waiting for Davis to tell him to start toasting the
bread.

"No, that makes sense. I don't want my parents to know about the shit I'm
going through either. Maybe we can all get to the park later today and
discuss it then. You might as well sit down. The toast won't get done until
the eggs are almost ready. Until then, it's just making sure the bacon
doesn't burn."

Quinn sits down at the table, watching his friend tend to the bacon. There
is little sound in the room. Davis complaining when he feels grease spatter
against his arm, the hissing and popping of bacon, that is it.

After a few minutes, Davis pulls the bacon out of the pan and places it on
a paper towel-lined plate, and places it all in the oven to keep it warm as
he starts the eggs. Telling Quinn to start the toast, he scrambles some
eggs and pours them into the pan, using some bacon grease for cooking them
in. Knowing that it won't take much longer, he pours them both some juice
and takes out two plates for their food, at the same time telling Quinn to
get out the jelly for their toast.

A few minutes go by, and then they are sitting and eating breakfast when
Davis's parents walk into the room. "Hello boys," says Davis's mom, "I see
that you couldn't wait for us this morning." She says as she rubs them on
the top of their heads.

"Hope that's okay mom, I wasn't sure how long you guys were going to sleep
in, and we were hungry." He says as he puts another forkful into his mouth.

She smiles at him as she walks into the kitchen, watching as her husband
gets a pot of coffee going for the two of them. "That's fine. I appreciate
the chance to sleep in."

"Next time, could you boys get the coffee going for us as well?" His father
says as he is waiting for the coffee to finish brewing.

Quinn gets a worried look on his face as he thinks that he is agitated at
them and starts to get up from the table when Quinn sees the smile on his
face and realizes that he is joking. Embarrassed, Quinn looks down at the
table, refusing to look at anyone as he feels his cheeks flame red in
embarrassment.

The only other person who notices this is Davis, as he expects some
reaction from Quinn. However, he does nothing to draw attention to his
friend, and he just marks it down as another thing they need to talk about
later.

Once the two of them finish eating, they take care of their plates and go
to the back of the house to shower and get dressed. They consider going to
the park for a while but discard that idea when they look outside and see
the sky dark with rain clouds.

For a moment, when he sees the clouds, Quinn starts to panic and considers
going home by himself. Then he thinks about how Senan helped him with the
terror he felt and decides to take a chance and continue to stay at Davis's
house.

Once dressed, they head to the living room and start playing video games
while trying to think of a place they can go to talk without the worry of a
parent interrupting their conversation. Their plans get interrupted when
Davis's father enters the room, saying that he wants to watch a football
game. "You two are welcome to watch with me. Who knows, you might even find
it an enjoyable change to those games you play all the time." He says
invitingly.

"No thanks dad, I think we'll find something to do in my room instead."
They start to put away the controllers. Quinn has a brief moment where the
idea of sitting with Davis's father and watching TV sounds inviting, but he
knows why Davis wants the two of them to go off alone, and he goes along
with his friend, not saying anything about his desires.

"So, how bad is it with your dad?" Davis asks after they have closed the
door to his room and turned up the volume on the stereo.

"It's not that bad. I just freaked this morning. I forgot where I was and
spooked myself is all." Quinn is trying to downplay his fright and is
pretty sure he's failing at it.

"Nope, not buying it. You were in panic mode. It was more than just a
moment of not knowing where you are. You seemed really scared because you
weren't at home. So `fess up, what's going on?" Davis presses the issue,
and Quinn knows that he won't let it go.

"Alright, first there is no abuse going on, got that? My dad is not abusing
me. Sure he's a controlling bastard that hardly allows me to do anything,
but that's it. End of story, okay?"

The emphasis he is placing in his explanation sets Davis on edge. "He seems
to be trying too hard to get me to believe him." He says to himself. "Then
why are you scared of him?" He asks, taking the chance of angering his
friend to find out the truth of what is going on. "Come on. You were coming
over here almost every day before your dad switched his hours, now you
barely make it in time for school. We never go to your house anymore. Not
since that time when your dad came home early and kicked us all out. So
what is it? Why are you so intent on keeping us away from him?"

"Because he's a jerk, and there's no reason for being around him because he
pries into everything I do and reads bad into all my choices. Because he
treats me like shit all the time, and I don't want you and Jax to see it
happen, okay?" His pitch keeps rising as he speaks, and he knows that he is
close to completely losing control but can't help himself. His emotions
anger Quinn as much as talking about his dad in the first place, and he
feels like leaving. He's not sure where he would go, but he has an almost
irresistible urge to run from his friend's aggressive questioning.

However, he remembers how helpful it can be to talk about his problems, the
memory of him and Senan talking about things that bother them, and he
realizes that Davis wants to help him. He forces himself to calm down and
tries to talk to him once again.

"I'm sorry, I guess that maybe it's a sore point with me." He says quietly.

"You think?" Replies Davis. "Look, I know he can be a jerk, and it sounds
like he's controlling. What does your mom say about all this?"

"Oh, she falls right in line with all of his ridiculous rules that I need
to follow and all the crap he gives me when he thinks that I'm up to no
good. Like this whole thing about my dad grounding me; do you know why I'm
grounded? Because he thinks that one night there was someone in our house
with me and I won't tell him who. If my mom hadn't called me yesterday
morning, I would have spent the entire day at home, alone. Because I was
too scared not to be there just in case he called. I hate being like this,
absolutely hate it." Finally, starting to talk about his home, he finds it
hard to stop. Once Quinn finishes describing his father's actions, both he
and Davis are surprised to see it's been over an hour.

"Wow, that's a lot. I had no idea that it was that bad at your home." That
is all that Davis says for now. "I'm sorry to hear about all the stuff
you're going through. What can I do to help you?" He adds at the end of his
thought.

Quinn looks at him, trying to gauge the sincerity of the request. "How
about you just be my friend. Let me talk about what a crappy dad he is and
just accept that I know what I'm talking about." He says while he sits on
the bed, feeling the angry energy drain from his body and realizing that he
has nothing left within him.

Davis almost reacts to the words about him knowing what he is talking about
but then remembers an incident at the beginning of the year, just before
starting to pick on Senan. "The time you talked to the counselor, you tried
to explain what was going on, and he didn't believe you, did he?"

"Nope, he was convinced that I was overreacting, that if things were really
that bad, there would have been some sort of an indication before
then. Totally blew me off." The anger of that encounter floods back into
Quinn, and for a moment, he feels he's there again. Instead of letting his
rage loose at his friend, he turns away and punches the pillow
instead. Once he has been able to release his anger, he turns to face
Davis. "I'm done talking about this for now. Could we maybe go watch the
rest of the game with your dad?"

Davis can see that Quinn is emotionally drained and needs a break of some
type. "Sure, why don't we do that. I know for a fact that he'd like it as
well."

"Um, this might sound stupid, but would it be okay if I sit next to your
dad? You won't get jealous or anything, will you?"

Davis fights the urge to laugh because he knows that Quinn asked the
question in earnest. "No, it won't bother me. I don't think it will bother
my dad either." With that, he puts an arm around Quinn's shoulder, and
together they go to the living room to watch TV.

During breakfast, Senan is quiet and contemplative. He has a far-off look
on his face, making it hard as his parents try to get information regarding
any plans with Kenneth.

Once done eating, he takes care of the dishes as usual and then takes a
shower. In the bathroom, while waiting for the water to heat up, he checks
out his body to see if there are any noticeable changes yet. Saddened to
see that there aren't any yet, he decides to be happy because he is now
producing some fluid and knows that the rest of the changes will be
happening sooner or later.

Then he starts to think about how he will ask his parents about him talking
to the parents of his birth mom. He feels pretty confident that they will
say yes to his request, but he also knows that they will ask him questions
about why he wants to talk to them, creating a need for a good story. For
him, it goes back to the why of him contacting them. He isn't ready to
explain what is going on yet and is trying to come up with a different
explanation for the request.

As he gets dressed, he finally feels as if he has come up with what sounds
like a valid explanation. "Hey, mom, dad, could I talk to you guys for a
minute?" He asks as he walks into the living room. He notices that they are
watching TV, but that doesn't concern him; they have always been good about
listening to him when he expresses a need for their attention.

"Sure, son. What's going on?" His father asks as he pauses the movie that
they were watching.

"Well, I was wondering about something regarding my birth mom," He pauses
for a moment, trying to judge his mom's reaction at the mention of
her. He's never before given thought to how talking about her might make
his mom feel, and the last thing he is trying to do is upset her. "I was
hoping that I might be able to meet her parents. I guess that they'd be my
grandparents." Senan is nervous and afraid that his nerves will be
noticeable, but Senan also knows that he can do nothing about it.

His mom has a difficult time trying to find her voice, so it is his father
that speaks up first. "Why do you want to talk to them, son?" He asks as he
also looks at his surprisingly silent wife.

"It's a little hard to explain, and I'm not sure if I can answer that
question without upsetting you and mom." He says as he continues to wait
for his mom to say something.

"I'm not upset, more surprised than anything else, but not upset. Why don't
you go ahead and explain why you want to meet them." Senan's mom says in
the same quiet voice that seems to be afflicting them all after his
announcement.

As Senan starts his attempt at explanation, she turns the TV off, knowing
that none of them will be watching it any longer. "Well, I've been giving
it some thought lately, and I've been trying to figure it out. Just what
parts of my personality come from her and which parts are due to my
upbringing. It's not a big deal, I mean, you guys have done a great job,
and I know I won't turn out to be a serial killer or anything like
that. I'm just curious, is all."

His mom looks at him, and he is happy to note that he sees no signs of
tears or sadness on her face.

"No big deal," she says, "except that it's important enough to bring up
despite you being afraid to upset me. Before I answer your question, let me
ask one of you. Why are you afraid of hurting my feelings but not your
dad's? Don't you think that he might get upset about this conversation?"

Senan thinks about it before he answers. "Well, I guess so maybe. I just
thought that you might be upset because you're a..." He stops for a moment
which gives his mom a chance to say something.

"Be careful. Your next words had better not be because I'm a woman." She
smiles to show that she is mostly kidding, but he can hear a severe tone in
her voice. "But why just me? After all, your dad has just as much at stake
in this as I do. Both of us suffered a loss, and neither of us can make a
genetic claim on you."

Senan sighs as he listens to the words of advice from his mother. "You're
right," he says and then turns to his father. "Dad, if my request to visit
my birth grandparents bothered you, I apologize. I wasn't trying to upset
either of you. I'm just trying to figure out who I am, what type of people
influence me, and what I need to be aware of in my future, that's all."

"I'm not offended, son, and I don't think that your mom is either. We're
just curious, is all. We talked about the possibility that you might want
to contact them at some time, but I, for one, am surprised that it's
happening so soon." He turns to his wife as if expecting her to weigh in on
the subject as well.

His mom looks at him, nothing but love and pride on her face. "I'm not
upset, son. I just wanted you to see how your views were sexist and
outdated. As far as you wanting to meet your birth mom's parents, I don't
think it's a bad thing. I have been expecting it for a while. I want you to
meet them, but I wanted it to be because you wanted to meet them, not
because you thought we wanted you to or that we expected you to want to see
your birth mom's parents. You have a whole history that we aren't part of,
and I'll be honest with you; there is a small amount of hurt in
acknowledging that, but that is our reality. So, I am completely in favor
of you meeting them." Before she continues speaking, she takes a moment to
take a sip of her tea, and Jim uses that as an opportunity to say
something.

"It isn't just up to us. Two other people have a say in this matter. Her
parents may not want to talk to you." He reaches out and grabs his son's
hand. "I'm not trying to be mean. There could be many reasons why they
wouldn't want to talk to you, or us for that matter. It might be too
painful for them to see the reminder of what they lost. Or it might be that
for them, the past is in the past. They may want it to stay there. I guess
what I'm trying to say, son, is that we can't guarantee how they will
respond to the request."

Cindy takes up where Jim leaves off. "I will talk to them tomorrow. As I
said, I've been waiting for you to want to talk to them, so I still have
their contact information. Current, not just from twelve and a half years
ago. I've got some free time while you are in school so I can call and even
meet with them if they would prefer to talk in person. "I'll feel them out
and see if they are interested, even try to talk them into it if I need
to."

Jim looks at Cindy with a surprised expression on his face. "You've kept up
with their current whereabouts? I had no idea you were that certain that
sometimes he would want to talk to them."

"Oh, darling, remember that knowing how people think and behave is what I
do for a living. Did you think that being able to figure out how my son
thinks would be that difficult?" She leans over and kisses his cheek.

Then he looks up at his son again. "So I guess you can see that we aren't
worried about your wanting to talk to them, and we will do what we can to
help you out in that. Okay? Remember that we are after your well-being, we
want what is best for you, and as long as we think that is what you are
after, then you will always have our full support."

Senan gets misty-eyed as he falls into his father to hug him. "Always?" He
asks as one ark snakes out to find his mom.

"Yes, always," she says as she returns the affection. "Now, we've
completely lost the thread to the movie we were watching, so maybe we
should all play a game instead?" She suggests to them.

"I've got an idea," Senan says, "what if we do something we haven't done in
a while?"

"What would that be?" His father asks, concerned that Senan might talk him
into playing one of the games that Senan and Kenneth enjoy so much.

"What if we go play some miniature golf? The weather is getting colder, and
soon we won't be able to do things like that. We could go out to the place
on the north end of town, play some mini-golf and have some pizza there for
a late lunch or an early dinner." His excitement is growing at the
possibility of doing something that he hasn't done since he was a young
child. Something that he's noticed is that the more he is looking forward
to growing up, the more he looks for an opportunity to act like a child
again.

"Well, I don't know about eating that stuff they call pizza, but mini-golf
does sound fun. Cindy says, looking at her husband to see if he's on board
with that same idea.

"Sure, mini-golf. Then we will see about having something for dinner
afterward. I'm not opposed to pizza, but I agree with your mom, real pizza,
not that cardboard stuff that passes for pizza at that place. Now, if
you'll let go of me, I'll go put on my best `I'm about to get my butt
kicked in mini-golf shoes.' With that, he extricates himself from the group
hug and goes to get himself ready for a relaxing afternoon with his family.

Meanwhile, Senan and his mom are already ready to go. She tends to dress
less formally for the weekends than for the week. Senan has never been one
to dress fancy and is prepared to go as soon as he grabs a sweater to wear
while outside.

Soon the three of them are on their way, and they spend the next few hours
laughing and enjoying the time they spend together. For a brief time, at
the beginning of the golfing, he thinks about having Kenneth there with
him, and although it would be enjoyable, he realizes that it would change
the dynamics of the group, and he is enjoying things quite well the way
things are now.

After tallying their scores, Jim discovers, despite his fears, that he wins
by three strokes, with Senan coming in second and Cindy third. So it
decided that, as a consolation prize, she will get to choose where they go
for dinner.

In deference to the afternoon's enjoyment, she chooses a Chinese
restaurant, a place where they each can order their favorite dish, and then
they all share what each order. After eating the meal and their dessert, it
is dark by the time that they get home.

Once they get home, Senan discovers a message on the answering machine and
a missed call from Kenneth. So he grabs the phone and heads into his room
as his parents go to try and watch another TV show.

"Hey, buddy, what's up?" He says as he settles on his bed and his friend
answers the phone.

"Not much hadn't heard from you all day and just wanted to make sure that
everything is okay with you and us." The last part added in nervously as he
isn't sure what he would say if Senan told him that he didn't want to be
friends any longer.

"Everything is fine, both with me and us. Don't worry about it. I spent the
day playing mini-golf with my parents, then we all went out for some
Chinese food. I thought about seeing if you could come with me but decided
that today was just for my parents, besides it was very impromptu. We were
talking about something else completely different at first, and then we
started to talk about what we might do for the afternoon." He stops talking
as he realizes that he's babbling. He's confused as he has no idea why
talking to Kenneth today makes him nervous when yesterday it didn't. Well,
that was my day. What was yours like?" He asks, hoping that he can get over
his nerves while his friend is talking.

"Oh, not much. I played a few games, helped my dad with some chores that
mom gave him to do. You know, trying to help him get ready for when the
relatives descend on us for Thanksgiving. Then I found some old movie to
watch, called you, and waited for you to call me back."

"I knew I should've called you! I'm so sorry that I made you nervous like
that." He responds earnestly, worried about making Kenneth stressed.

For his part, Kenneth just chuckles into the phone for a minute before he
responds. "No, it's not you. It's me. I stressed out, thinking that you
were avoiding me after my confession yesterday. If you had done the same
thing a week ago, I wouldn't have freaked. Sorry, I'm honestly not trying
to pressure you, but waiting is driving me crazy." When he says this, he
instantly wants to take it back, knowing that puts unfair pressure on Senan
and knowing that Senan will let him know when he has it figured out.

"Listen, about that. I swear I'm trying to figure it out, don't worry. As
soon as I know how I feel, I will let you know. In the meantime, please
don't worry. I don't like the idea of you stressing out so much." He's
sitting up on his bed right now, twisting his bedspread into a large mass
of wrinkles.

Kenneth lowers his voice as he hears the genuine anxiety coming from
Senan. "I'll try, but no promises, once you've let me know your answer we
can talk about this in more detail but for now I'm afraid that if I say too
much it'll have some type of influence on you and I'm trying to avoid
that."

"I see the logic in that. I think you're right. I hate to cut this short
since this is the only chance we've ha other, but I don't know what else to
talk about right now." Senan says, sad that for the first time, he might
not have anything to talk about with his friend for the first time.

"We don't have to hang up. What if I tell you about the movie I watched
earlier?" Kenneth says in an attempt to keep his friend on the line. He
knows that, if nothing else, he can at least hear his voice and hopefully
his laugh too.

With that, he spends the next thirty minutes going over the plot of an old
comedy movie, gratified that his retelling of the film does bring out
Senan's laughter. After that, they make sure that they will see each other
on the bus, and then it is time for them to get ready for bed.

"Good night," Kenneth says to him, sounding as if he is cutting himself
off, stopping himself from saying more.

"Good night," Senan returns, "now say it, you want to, and I know you want
to. I promise it won't bother me to hear you say it."

Kenneth smiles, and although Senan can't see it, he does hear it in his
voice. "Goodnight Senan, I love you."

"I'll see you tomorrow," Senan replies, and they both hang up their
respective phones. Senan goes out to his parents after putting the receiver
away.

"I'm going to bed now," he says to them, "All that activity wore me
out. I'll see you two in the morning." With that, he gives them both a hug
and a kiss goodnight, then heads to the bathroom to go through his nightly
ritual before stripping down and getting under the covers.

Kenneth does much the same thing, but he waits a moment to say goodnight to
his parents as he doesn't want to go out to them with an erection. As soon
as he softens enough to not be obvious, he does go and lets them know he is
going to bed. Once under his covers, he slips his boxers down as he starts
to fantasize about him and Senan. He grips his erection tightly as he does
so. As soon as he climaxes, Kenneth scoops his cum up with his fingers
stuffing them in his mouth, remembering the taste of Senan's cum over the
weekend. Then he lays back on his pillow, sighs contentedly, and falls
asleep, forgetting to pull his boxers back up as he does so.

Quinn doesn't leave Davis's house until late in the afternoon, and to his
delight Davis is right. His father doesn't mind one bit when Quinn sits
next to him while watching the end of the football game. However, all good
things must pass, and eventually, he feels that it would be best if he
heads for home, even though he hasn't yet heard from his parents and has no
idea when they will be home.

"Well, I suppose I should be going now." He says as the second football
game of the day comes to an end. "I think I should probably be there when
my parents come home. Plus, I need to get a good night's rest. I have
wrestling tryouts after school tomorrow."

"Oh, really? I had no idea that you were going to try out for the school
team. I thought that was only something you were doing in grade school."
Davis's father says to him when he mentions wrestling.

"I wasn't able to try out last year, my grades weren't good enough, but
this year I have someone helping me with my math, so I'm able to try for
the team. Hopefully, I'll qualify."

"I do not doubt that you'll make the team. As I recall, you were quite good
at it." He is trying to be encouraging to Quinn. He isn't sure how much
encouragement he gets from his father and wants the boy to know that
someone has his good interest in mind.

"Sure, I was good at it, but as you pointed out, that was a while ago. What
if I've lost my talent?" He says, happy to have another adult that will
listen to him as Senan's father does.

"I'm sure you'll do fine. Just give it your best and take pride in the fact
that you did that much. Most people don't even do that much." He says,
patting him on the shoulder as a form of showing his support.

"Can I call you tomorrow? Let you know how the tryouts go?" As soon as the
words leave his mouth, he realizes what he just asked and gets a scared
look on his face. "Or I could just tell Davis, and he could let you know."
He adds, at last, hoping that he doesn't sound as desperate to others as he
does to himself.

If anyone pickles up on his desperation, there is no mention of it. "No,
you can call me and talk to me. I would love to hear how it goes for you
tomorrow. Now, do you need a ride home, or do you think you can make it by
yourself?"

"I've got it, but thanks for the offer. If there's no one there, then I'll
be fine, and if someone is home, well, it's probably for the best that
there's no one else around when I show up." With that, he says goodbye to
Davis and his family, thanking them for allowing him to stay overnight
there on such short notice. Then he takes his leave and heads for home.

As he arrives at his house, he notices that his parents still aren't home
yet. He briefly considers the idea of heading back over to Davis's house,
but he realizes that this is his chance to prove to both himself and his
father that he can be alone and take care of things. His staying at home
alone could start with Quinn taking some control and end with his father
being proud of him once more. So he spends the afternoon alone, going
inside, cleaning the rest of the house instead.

That night at dinner, he laments that he has no money to have something
delivered and instead makes himself a sandwich. Finally, he goes to bed at
his usual time as he knows that he wants to be in top form for the
wrestling tryouts after school. He feels that he has worked too hard not to
give himself every edge he can think of for making the team. As he is
getting ready for bed, he hears the rain as it starts coming down hard, and
at first, Quinn starts to feel the same anxiety endured in the past but is
happy to realize that he can control it. He drifts off, thinking about how
Senan has helped him more than Quinn ever thought possible. Then Quinn
starts thinking about how he and Davis have been treating Senan lately, the
plans that Quinn and Davis have for him, starting to think instead about
putting an end to having Davis mistreating him anymore.

Sometime during the night, Quinn becomes aware that his parents come home
but has no idea what time that happens. When he wakes up in the morning, he
goes out to the kitchen to see his father drinking a cup of coffee. He is
surprised to notice that he didn't get dressed for work this morning.

"Is everything alright?" He asks hesitantly, not sure if he wants to hear
the answer or not.

"No. Your grandfather died yesterday. We're heading back over there
today. I need to take care of a few things before the funeral. So, you need
to put some clothes in a suitcase, and we'll call the school later to let
them know what's going on and to get some schoolwork gathered for you." He
says, not looking at him, just sitting there taking sips of his coffee.

Quinn is stunned, thinking of missing tryouts hoping that maybe, the chaos
of the weekend made his father forget. "I, I can't, dad. I've got wrestling
tryouts today, remember? Can't I just stay with Davis or Jax while you and
mom are taking care of things? I'll be there for the funeral, but I don't
want to miss tryouts." He is hoping that somehow his father will listen to
the voice of reason but knows that there is little hope of that happening.

"Well," his father says after a moment of silence, "you did take good care
of the house. You did all that work with that little loser on your math. I
suppose that you shouldn't lose out on your chance to wrestle. Tell you
what. I'll talk to your mom, and if she thinks it's okay, then I'll allow
it. Why don't you call one of your friends and make sure that it's okay if
you stay there for a couple of days."

Quinn is so surprised by his father agreeing to the idea that he can't move
for a second or two until he realizes that if he doesn't move soon, he
might miss his chance. He turns and moves quickly to the phone and calls
Davis's house. "Hey, Davis," he says as soon as his friend picks up the
phone," yeah, they came home late last night. Hold on, and I'll tell you
the whole thing later. Right now, I just need to know if it would be okay
for me to spend a couple of nights at your house." He pauses as he waits
for the answer.

Davis doesn't ask why or what is going on. If his friend needs his help,
then he will do whatever he can to help him. He comes back shortly with the
answer. "My dad says no problem. He didn't even ask why or anything. So why
don't you plan on coming over after the wrestling tryouts? Will that be
okay?"

Quinn smiles as he gets the answer he wants to hear. "Yeah, that'll be
fine. I'll let my dad know. See you in a little bit." Quinn hangs up and
then tells his father that he will be able to stay with Davis. With that,
he goes upstairs to take his shower and get ready for school. As Quinn
passes his parent's bedroom, he hears his mother crying. He wants to enter
the room and offer consolation to her but isn't sure what to say, and he
also knows that he needs to hurry and get ready for school.

By the time he heads back down, dressed and ready for school, his mom is
there, and both his parents are whispering. His mom looks at him as he
enters the room, and he can see the tracks of tears that have been flowing
down her cheeks. He doesn't understand her feelings as he has grown up
hearing her speak badly about both him and his uncle all his life. As far
as he can remember, he's only seen either of them but once or twice, and
that was a long time ago.

"I think you staying with a friend is a good idea." She says while trying
futilely to stop the tears from making tracks down her face. I don't think
you need to be there until the funeral, so as long as you have a friend to
stay with so, I know that you're okay. It's, I know probably for the best
this way."

He reaches out and hugs his mom, kissing her on her cheek at the same
time. "Thanks, mom, dad. I don't know how to express how happy I feel right
now." He realizes the truth of his words as he can feel the unusual
sensation of a smile breaking out on his face while he is in the presence
of his parents, an expression he hasn't had around them in a long time.

He grabs a bagel and puts it in the toaster as he goes to get his backpack
and get ready to leave for school; after he puts some peanut butter on it,
he heads out the door and starts walking toward Davis's house. However,
since he is running late, he ends up meeting them on the way to school. Not
surprisingly, both of his friends notice the change in his attitude and
question him about it.

"What is going on with you?" Says Jax, who has yet to be informed about
what happened over the weekend. "You seem different?"

"Nothing much. My folks came home late last night and are leaving again
later today." Quinn replies. "My grandfather died over the weekend, and
they need to go take care of stuff before the funeral."

"Man, I'm sorry to hear that. Were you close to him?" Jax asks another
question.

"No, I'd only seen him a couple of times over the years. That's one of the
weird things. Mom doesn't really like him, and she always badmouthed him
when I was little. Yet now she won't stop crying. I don't understand it at
all."

"I guess it's different when you know you aren't ever going to see the
person again," Davis says, having no better understanding of the situation
than his friends.

Quinn agrees with him and then realizes that if there is one person he
knows that might help him understand, it would be Senan. He decides that he
will talk to Senan about his mom to get his opinion about her strange
behavior when he can.

When Senan wakes up in the morning, he tries to fight back the sense of
anticipation that he is feeling. He knows that there is no way his mom has
had a chance to make the phone call yet, but that doesn't stop him from
hoping that somehow she has. Getting out of bed, he slips across the
hallway and gets into the shower.

"Senan, are you getting in the shower?" His dad asks as he closes the door.

"Just got in here, dad. Give me about twenty minutes, and I'll be there for
breakfast." He calls over the sound of the toilet flushing as he starts to
warm up the water in the shower.

True to his words, Senan is in the kitchen twenty minutes later and is
pouring himself a glass of orange juice as his mom puts cereal, bowls, and
milk on the table for all three of them.

"Yuck!" Says his dad as he watches him drink almost half the glass of
juice. "I'll never understand how you can drink OJ right after you've
brushed your teeth. Wait a minute. You did brush your teeth, didn't you?
I'm not going to have to start watching you brush again, am I?"

Senan laughs at his father's antics. "No, dad, I did brush my teeth. You
can trust me on that. I don't know why the combination of mint and OJ
doesn't gross me out, but it doesn't, so maybe that's something else I
should ask my other grandparents about." He says as he starts to pour
himself some cereal into his bowl. "You won't forget, will you, mom? To
call them, to see if they'll talk to me?"

"I promise you I won't forget," she says as she sits down at the table next
to him, "I know how important this is to you, and I promise I will be a
good advocate for you." She brushes her fingers through his hair, careful
not to mess up the job of combing that he'd done earlier.

Silence then descends upon them as they all eat their breakfast and plan
out their respective days. The only sound is that of crunching cereal not
yet soggy in the milk. Although in truth, it sounds louder in their ears
than to each other.

Soon his father gets up and cleans up his dishes, then kisses his wife
goodbye, wiping some milk off her lips before he does so. Then he leans
over and kisses Senan as well, this time on his forehead, right at the
hairline. "Well, I hope you two have a good day. I'll see you later
tonight." Then he grabs his briefcase and walks out the door.

Next, it is Senan's turn to get ready to go as he finishes his breakfast
and also takes care of his dishes. "Bye, mom," he says as he kisses her on
her cheek, "Don't forget that Quinn won't be coming over today. He has his
wrestling tryouts."

"Okay, thanks for the reminder." She says as she kisses him back.

Waiting at the bus stop seems more difficult for Senan this morning as he
is anxious about seeing Kenneth today. Not because he is concerned about
how he and Kenneth will act toward each other as Senan feels confident that
nothing that happened over the weekend will change their friendship, quite
sincere in how he thinks about that.

No, it is more just anticipation that he feels. As he starts to analyze his
feelings, he realizes that he misses his friend when they are separate from
each other, and this realization startles him. Not knowing the origin of
his feelings, nor what it means, Senan starts trying to figure it
out. Finally boarding the bus, so fixated on his thoughts that he does so
automatically, sitting down in his usual spot through muscle memory rather
than making a conscious decision to sit there.

Staring out the window, Senan finally snaps out of his mental fugue when he
sees Kenneth walking up to the bus, waving at him as he does so. By the
time Kenneth boards the bus and is ready to sit next to him, he has turned
his attention back to the here and now.

"Sorry, again, about not calling you earlier yesterday." He says as Kenneth
slides in next to him.

"Don't worry about it. I've already forgotten about it." Kenneth says to
him.

"But I made you worried for no reason." Senan counters.

"No, you didn't. I made myself worry about things I didn't need to. That's
on me, not you. I need to figure out a way not to freak out over every
little thing. That's true no matter what, so stop it. I promise that I will
figure out a way to stop it from happening." With that, Kenneth has decided
that the matter is closed, and to make sure that it remains shut, he
changes the subject of the conversation to something completely
different. Soon both bays are talking about what might be on the lunch menu
that day and which lunches are their favorites.

When they get to school, Senan has a sudden pang of anxiety as he realizes
that there is a high probability of people talking about what happened at
the Halloween dance on Friday. "I'm worried, Kenneth. What if everyone is
talking about Friday night? What if they all know that it was me that got
pantsed in the bathroom?"

Kenneth turns and looks at his friend, pulling him away from the crush of
students, all trying to exit the bus simultaneously. "You need to calm
down. Come with me where we can talk about this with no one else hearing
us." Saying that he grabs his hand and tows him to an out-of-the-way area.

"Now, listen to me for a moment, will you please?" He says in earnest as he
tries to get his friends to calm down. "First of all, according to what was
said at the park yesterday, no one knows what, exactly, happened at the
dance, only that a girl got caught in the boy's bathroom. We don't even
know for sure that it's the same girl that dancing with you. Now, I'll
admit that most likely it is, but we don't know for sure. Secondly, so far,
there's been no reason given as to why she was in the bathroom. The only
reason I've heard, and only as a rumor, is that she was there with a couple
of boys from her grade. No mention of a boy from a lower grade. Therefore
no one is thinking of anyone else being part of it except those who are
already in trouble." Kenneth stops for a moment and lets Senan ponder the
points he's making.

The talk does its job. Senan calms down and starts being able to reason
again until a new fear enters his thoughts. "Just a second, though. I
remember making a big fuss when I left that bathroom--running, yelling,
pushing people around. I even ran past some door security person without
saying a word. Surely people are going to remember that." A new worry, and
once again, the anxiety is creeping across his face once again.

"No, they won't; there's been a new scandal, remember? As for that guy that
you ran past? He was just some student's dad, probably had no idea who the
heck you were. I know for sure that I had never seen him before when I ran
past him, so I wouldn't worry any about him, okay?" He continues to try and
keep Senan calm but is starting to wonder if that will be possible to do
today.

Finally, Senan sighs profoundly and then looks at his friend, a genuine
smile large across his face. "Yeah, I'm good; thanks for taking the time to
talk to me. Help me see the situation for the way it really is, I don't
know what I did to deserve a friend like you, but I am sure glad that
you're in my life." He says, and he can't help himself. He briefly wraps
his arms around Kenneth, giving him a quick hug, not caring who might be
looking at them as he does.

Kenneth returns the hug and the sentiment. "Me too, buddy. Me too." He
says, and when they hear the bell ring, signaling the start of their school
day.

True to Kenneth's prediction, no one makes the connection between the
commotion at the party and Senan, or at least no one mentions it if they
do. Soon even he forgets about the concern as he gets thrown back into the
general commotion and hubbub of the day.

At lunchtime, as they try to figure out the edible part of lunch and solve
the mystery of the rest, Senan thinks again about anyone knowing what
happened at the dance.

"You know what, Kenneth? You were right. No one has mentioned to me
anything about the party, even the people that saw us there."

"Hey, what did I tell you? Once some new drama starts, all the old stuff
gets forgotten. It's as if we can only think of one thing at a time, and to
put in something new, we need to remove the last thing we experienced
first. I have no idea if that's a real thing or not, but if it isn't, then
it should be." Kenneth smiles as he says this as if trying to convey that
he is just trying to make a joke, but the truth is that Kenneth has given
this quite a bit of thought and truly does thinks that there is some truth
to his theory.

"Well, maybe you're right," says Senan, "I don't know. All I do know is
that I'm happy to be the beneficiary of it if that's the case." With that,
they both focus on their food. As usual, they finish in time to go to the
library and spend the rest of their lunchtime there. They may not need to
use the refuge from the bullies anymore, but over the weeks that they've
been following this routine, it has just become a comfortable routine, and
neither of them has felt the need to change it since it had begun.





As the bell rings, they pick up their lunch items, place them in their
lockers and then head off to their next class. As Senan is on his way to
his math class, he thinks again that someone might know what happened. As
he walks to class, he sees Quinn and Davis talking to each other. At first,
he doesn't think much of it as he believes that Davis won't do anything as
long as Quinn is standing right there next to him. However, as he walks
past him, he catches Davis making some type of a move out of the corner of
his eye, and as he turns to get a better view, it looks to him as if Davis
is making a motion of his pants getting yanked down, staring at him the
entire time.

With a sharp intake of his breath, Senan moves quickly into the room,
trying to convince himself that he didn't see what he thought he saw. He is
hoping for a chance to talk to Quinn about it before class starts, but he
doesn't come into the class until just before class starts, barely having
enough time to sit down before the tardy bell rings. "Shoot," says Senan to
himself, "well, maybe I'll have a chance after class before he goes to his
tryouts." With that, he resigns himself to not knowing; he tries to settle
himself down, focusing on the lesson for the day.

Quinn walks into the classroom filled with guilt. Barely being able to stop
Davis from making some rude gesture, he finds it impossible to look at his
friend. He knows that he has put into motion something that he wants to
stop. Quinn is now starting to understand that his original idea of trying
to make Senan turn away from Kenneth, to turn to him instead, isn't right,
that it needs to stop. His problem was that he doesn't know how to stop the
plan now that he has put it in motion. Telling Davis to stop doesn't seem
like it will work. He enjoys it too much. Tell Senan? If he wanted to lose
him forever as a friend, he could do that, he supposed. However, he
honestly does not want to take that chance. He isn't sure how he feels
about Senan, doesn't know the depth of his feelings for the other boy, but
Quinn does know that he isn't ready to take the chance of losing Senan as a
friend. So, for now, he does the thing that he does best. Put his head
down, ignore the things that bother him, and plow on as best as possible.

This plan works well for him at first, so well that it comes as a surprise
to him when the object of his consternation is standing there looking at
him when he turns to leave the room.

"Hey, Senan," he says to him, aware that by now most people know that he is
going over to Senan's house and no longer caring if anyone from class sees
them together. As long as neither Jax nor Davis doesn't, it doesn't matter
to him. "Don't forget that I'm not coming over today. I've got wrestling
tryouts today." He says as he picks up his backpack.

"I remember," he says. I just wanted to say good luck on the tryouts. Maybe
I could call you tonight, find out how it went?" He continues, sounding a
little nervous.

"Um, I don't think that will work out. My parents aren't home, and I'm
staying over at Davis's place for now. It wouldn't be good for you to call
there." He says, sounding a little sorry at missing the chance to talk to
him later. "I'll tell you what I'll do though; if I get a chance, I'll call
you. But no promises, I don't know what's going to be happening when I get
there after tryouts or if they'll let me use the phone or not. If I don't
get a chance to talk to you tonight, then I'll tell you tomorrow before
class, okay?"

With the reminder of seeing him before class, the incident from today jumps
fresh to the forefront of his brain. "Oh, sure, that'll be fine." He tries
to bring up his feelings from before to Quinn but isn't able to think of a
way to bring it up without putting a damper on Quinn's mood, so he decides
to say nothing about it.

"Well, good luck," By now, they have left the class, and for a moment or
two, they are both traveling in the same direction. Then they reach a point
where Senan has to turn one way to the bus stop and Quinn the other to go
to the gym. "I mean, I'm sure you'll do fine, as big and um, muscly as you
are." As soon as he says the words, he realizes how they sound to anyone
not inside his head. "What I meant is that you have a good build." He stops
again, and this time, he turns red with embarrassment.

Quinn smiles at him and tries hard not to laugh at Senan's
predicament. "Just stop talking." He says as he puts a finger up to his
lips. "I get what you're trying to say, and thanks for the sentiment. Like
I said earlier, if I get a chance to call you, then I will. For now, you
better get going, or you'll miss your bus.

At that, Senan's eyes go wide, and he hurries off to the bus stop. When he
arrives, he sees that Kenneth is getting on the bus, looking through the
crowd of students to see if Senan is on his way. "Just made it!" He
exclaims as he sits next to Kenneth.

"What happened? I wasn't sure if you were going to show up in time or not."
Kenneth says as he watches Senan settle down in his seat.

"Nothing. I was distracted by something and lost track of time, is all."
Senan answers a little huffily, and Kenneth decides not to pursue this line
of thought with further questions. "So, no Quinn today. Do you have any
plans, or would it be okay if I came over?" Kenneth asks.

"I don't have any plans, and I think it would be great if you could come
over. We haven't..." Then Senan stops talking as he realizes how what he is
about to say will sound to others. To be able to continue his thought, he
leans close to Kenneth, whispering into his ear the rest of what he wants
to say. "We haven't gotten together after school in a while. I'd like it if
you came home with me."

Kenneth smiles upon hearing the words that he is hoping to. "Okay then,
when we get there, I'll have to call my mom, let her know what's going
on. But don't worry, I know there won't be a problem."

Now it is Senan's turn to smile. "Okay, sounds good. Hey, why don't you see
if you can stay for dinner? That way, you can stay longer than just a
couple of hours," He suggests trying to think of a way to keep his friend
around for as long as possible.

"I'll ask, but most likely, I won't be able to. Mom likes me home early
when there's school the next day. That way, she knows I'm being calm and
will go to sleep easier." He sounds upset at the idea of not staying as
late as he would like but realizes that any time spent with Senan is better
than no time at all.

Soon they get off at his stop and make the short walk to Senan's
house. "Hey, mom, I'm home!" Senan calls as he enters the door. "You'll
never guess who's here." He says and then waits for her response.

Both boys take off their shoes and have yet to hear Senan's mom greet
them. "Mom?" Senan calls again and then stands still and quiet as he waits
for a reply that doesn't come. They look at each other, not worried or
nervous but confused. Finally, Senan starts to investigate the house. With
a `follow me' wave, he gestures for Kenneth to follow him as he does so.

When they reach the kitchen, Senan is surprised to see cookies on the
counter with a note next to them. "Senan," he starts reading, "I got a call
from my new client today and needed to go to his office, so I won't be here
when you get home from school. Enjoy the cookies, do your homework, and I
have some interesting news for you when I get home. I'll be there a couple
of hours after you get home. Love, Mom."

Then he looks at Kenneth and smiles widely. "Well, I guess we have the
house to ourselves for a while. Should we get started on some homework?" He
laughs as he makes the suggestion.

Kenneth has a moment of shocked expression on his face, then he gets the
joke and joins in on Senan's laughter. "I can't believe you got me like
that." He exclaims as he reaches over and starts tickling Senan. "Are you
ready to be tortured?" He asks as his fingers hit all of Senan's most
sensitive places.

Senan starts to laugh, trying to double over in a vain attempt to protect
his sensitive sides. "Stop, stop, I can't take the torture anymore," Senan
cries out. Then, when Kenneth does take pity and stops his assault for a
moment, Senan takes advantage of the respite and grabs the plate of
cookies, turning and running toward his bedroom for his escape.

Kenneth quickly chases after him, close behind and reasonably confident
that he could catch him if he tries hard enough, but why ruin the fun?
"You're running to a dead end," he says to Senan as he is on his heels.

"Who says I'm trying to escape you?" He asks as he goes into his
room. Senan stands behind the door, waiting for Kenneth to enter, then he
closes the door behind him.

When Kenneth enters the room, the first thing he sees is the cookies, on a
plate, on the desk. He sees no sign of Senan, and his brain is not working
fast enough to process the most likely hiding place of where his friend
could be. Then he hears the click of the door locking, and as he turns
toward the door, he gets a handful of Senan jumping on him and pressing
their lips together.

Kenneth is surprised but can think fast enough not to drop his friend as
Senan wraps himself around him. "Why did you lock the door?" He asks once
he comes up for a breath of air.

"Continuity," is Senan's reply. "If I always lock the door, even when I
don't need to, then I'll never forget when I do need to lock it." He
explains to Kenneth as he grabs a cookie from the plate. "Now, here, I want
you to eat this." He says as he feeds it to him.

Kenneth tilts his forward and takes a bite of the cookie that Senan is
holding. "Hmm," he makes a contented sound of bliss as the cookie hits his
taste buds. "I forgot how good the cookies your mom makes are. You need to
start bringing these to school." He says as he leans forward for another
bite. As he leans in for the third and final bite, Senan holds it in his
lips, forcing Kenneth to kiss him as he completes the snack.

They laugh as part of the cookie breaks and falls to the floor. "Well,"
Senan says, "I guess that's the way the cookie crumbles." They laugh at the
sheer stupidity of what he said, and then Kenneth grabs the remaining
cookie.

"My turn to feed you," he says as he breaks off a small piece and slips it
between his lips. As soon as Senan finishes one piece, he slips another
into his mouth. A tiny sliver of cookie that can be broken and swallowed by
the merest pressure of his teeth. When he gets to the last piece, he places
the small end between his teeth and moves his mouth to Senan's. As their
lips touch, he uses his tongue to push it into his mouth, then places his
lips over Senan's to make sure that no part of the cookie falls out. Soon
the cookie is swallowed, but the kiss continues.

  Kenneth moves his hands down low, cupping Senan's butt in the palm of his
hands. He can feel himself hardening and pushes himself against Senans
stomach. "How far do you want to take this?" He asks, mindful of Senan's
muddled feelings.

"As far as you do. I don't want to stop doing this as long as you can
handle it." He answers, also trying to be careful and not create a
stressful situation.

"Good. Because I want to do things today, we haven't had a chance to be
together once after school, and I am so excited right now." He breathlessly
says as he continues to kiss his face.

"I know, I can feel it," Senan responds as he rubs his hand up and down the
swelling making its presence known to both of them. Giving him a gentle
squeeze, Senan attempts to undo the button fly with one hand but finds it
difficult and starts laughing at his futile attempt.

"Here, let me help," Kenneth says as he moves Senan's hands and starts
undoing his pants. He only does the first two buttons when he feels Senan's
hands return once again.

"I got this now. Why don't you start working on me." He says as he takes
Kenneth's hands and places them on his own crotch, pressing himself against
his hands as he does so.

Kenneth allows him to take over with no argument and, after a light rubbing
of the rigid shaft he finds rubbing against him, he starts to undo Senan's
pants. "This needs to move faster," Kenneth says. "I am so horny right now
I'm going to shoot in my pants, and I don't want to waste it like that." He
explains as he notices a confused look on Senan.

"What if we stop everything and just focus on getting naked then. After
that, we can go back to the kissing or whatever else you might want to do."
Senan suggests.

"I promise you, when we get naked, we'll be doing a lot more than just
kissing." As much as he enjoys kissing, he is interested in moving things
along, so he reluctantly separates their lips and focuses instead on
getting clothes off. They achieve their goal as they are soon lying side by
side on Senan's bed, neither wearing anything more than a smile.

"Isn't this much better?" Kenneth asks as he runs his hand over Senan's
chest, making circular motions across his nipples and enjoying how they
poke up when he excites them like that. He leans over and runs his tongue
across his chest, making the hardened nipples glisten with his saliva. He
gets his reward when Senan lets out a moan of satisfaction and holds
Kenneth's head in his hands, making sure that he can't move for a little
while.

As Keneth stays busy focusing on his chest, Senan is hardly lying on the
bed, just accepting the pleasure that he's feeling. While one hand is
rubbing up and down Kenneth's back, the other is busy playing with the thin
blonde pubic hair that has fascinated him since he's first seen
them. Twining his fingers through them as he smiles from the sensations
he's feeling from the skillful use of Kenneth's tongue. "Mmm, I like that,"
he says as his friend turns attention from one to the other, `let me see if
I can make you feel as good." He says as he takes the hand that has been
playing by his crotch and wraps it around his stiff shaft. With a firm
grip, he starts to move his hand up and down as Kenneth showed him just a
few weeks ago, making sure to take his thumb and rub it across the slit on
the upstroke. In just a few strokes, he gets his prize when he feels the
sticky moisture leaking onto his thumb as he does that.

Keep it up. I dare you too." Kenneth says as he lifts his lips off the
nipple, he's been sucking. "I'm starting to squirt more now, and it's
getting thicker too." He's not bragging; he just wants his friend to know
about the changes that are happening in his body.

"Has the taste changed any?" Senan wants to know, "That's the important
part. I like the way it tastes now and would be upset if it changed."

"Well, maybe you'll have to try it and find out. How does that sound?"
Kenneth looks down at Senan's body, and he gets even more excited at the
mental image of Senan's lips wrapped around his dick. He feels Senan using
his thumb to smear his precum across the top of his dick. The next time
Kenneth feels Senan's thumb swipe across him, he grabs his hand before he
can do anything with it. "Hold on, I've got an idea," he says as he takes
Senan's precum smeared thumb and puts it up by his nipple. "Here, rub it
here, then I can lick it off."

Senan does as instructed, excited, knowing that he is doing to Kenneth what
Kenneth has done to him. Also happy to know that Kenneth is enjoying
licking his nipples because of the sticky warmth of the fluid he put there
and reveling in the feel of Kenneth laving it with his tongue almost as
soon as Senan puts it there.

"Damn, I like this. It feels so, so, I don't think I have the words,"
Kenneth says as he is overcome by what they do when they get the chance to
be alone. Finally, he stops Senan from stroking him. "I don't want to cum
yet. At least not this way. I want us to cum together. Turn around. We'll
suck each other off at the same time. How's that sound to you?" He lies
back on the bed and starts to move Senan around, pushing and prodding on
his butt to get him in the position he wants him in.

Senan, of course, does his part as well, and soon he is looking down at
Kenneth's dick, lying hard and pointing straight to his navel, the pale
blonde hair framing his shaft, his balls lying tucked up and hairless
between his legs and just over his perineum.

Senan looks down upon the sight and bends down, giving him a lick down the
shaft, starting at the ridge of his head and not stopping until he reaches
Kenneth's balls. Then he reverses direction, his tongue now going back up
his shaft. This time, when he comes to the top, he slips his lips over the
head, taking no more in except just the very end. Up until then, he's just
been going on instinct. Now he switches tactics and starts to do the things
that he knows Kenneth likes.

Kenneth shifts his eyes up and sees Senan's small shaft hanging over his
face. Placing his hands on Senan's hips, he pushes down until his butt is
just over his face. Kenneth puts his mouth on the shaft and slowly slips
his mouth down. He delights in the thrill of knowing that he can take all
of Senan's dick as well as his balls. While in his mouth, Senan's moan
gives him all the satisfaction he needs in more ways than one. After
wrapping his tongue around his balls, he slowly backs up, finally stopping
with most of Senan still in his mouth. As he applies pressure by sucking in
his cheeks, he feels Senan thrust deeper into his mouth.

While using his tongue and lips on Senan's dick, he takes one finger and
starts to rub it around his perineum, slowly working his way up to his
ass. Kenneth stops sucking just long enough to wet one of his fingers and
uses it to rub even further up Senan's rear, using it to worm his way to
his crack and the warmth of his hole.

As he puts pressure against the muscle, Kenneth feels Senan push against
him, moaning as he does so. Kenneth stops sucking for a moment but leaves
Senan in his mouth as he focuses on his tiny, pink rosebud of a hole. Using
his other hand, Kenneth spreads his cheeks apart to get a better view. As
soon as he can see what he's doing, he places a wet finger on his hole and
pushes, just enough to have the tip of his finger slip in.

His reward is Senan loudly groaning as he pushes back with his ass, driving
Kenneth's finger in deeper. "Oh, god!" He cries out as he starts to rock
his hips, unknowingly fucking Kenneth's face as he tries to get the finger
inside him as deep as possible.

At the same time, he is also thinking about the dick in his mouth. As he
feels the finger go deeper inside him, he slides his lips down Kenneth's
pole. Just able to take him all in, Senan feels the wispy pubic hairs brush
against his nose. It only takes a minute, and then both boys are groaning
as they feel their orgasms approaching. As Senan comes, he reflexively
clenches his ass, clamping down on the finger probing inside him. This sets
off Kenneth's orgasm, and Senan does his best to swallow the warm, salty
liquid that he enjoys so much.

Soon both boys are done shooting, and Senan moves around so that they are
lying side-by-side and face-to-face. "Hmm, that felt so good. I loved
feeling your butt squeeze against my finger like that." Kenneth says as he
turns to his friend and wraps his arms around him.

"Would you put yourself inside me?" Senan asks, barely above a whisper.

Kenneth had a hard time hearing what he says. "What was that? I didn't
quite catch it." He says, trying to pay more attention to his friend's
words and a little less to his body.

"I asked if you would put yourself inside of me next time." He repeats
himself a little louder this time.

"Sure, I'll put my finger inside of you anytime you want." He replies.

"No, not this," he says as he grabs his finger, "this." Then he reaches
down between Kenneth's legs and wraps his hand around his softening dick.

Kenneth is startled by his request. "I don't know, man, you're kinda tight
back there. I'm not sure I could get my dick inside of you." He replies
hesitantly.

"Sure you could. After all, you got a finger in there, and your dick isn't
that much larger than your finger. I'm not trying to be insulting but
compare the size of those two together." He turns on his side and grabs a
finger, looking back and forth between the two different parts of his body.

"That's because you're looking at my dick when it's soft; compare them when
it's hard, and it'll be a different story." He says as he feels himself
getting hard again thanks to Senan's manipulations. "Let's see what you
think then," Kenneth concludes.

"So if I still want your dick in my butt, you'll do it?" Senan asks
excitedly.

"Not so fast, little man, one thing at a time." He is hoping that the
matter is over, at least temporarily, but by the way, Senan is stroking
him; he's pretty sure it isn't.

Quinn watches as Senan runs to the bus, enjoying the view from the backside
as he remembers what it looks like when there are no clothes on it. Once he
is out of sight, the older boy heads to the gym. Feeling his dick start to
chub up, Quinn is grateful to know that today there will be no dressing
down, that they aren't truly wrestling, and therefore, there is no need to
change into a singlet. Filled with that confidence, he does nothing to try
and get his dick to quit chubbing up. Finding an empty spot to sit near
acquaintances, he sits down and listens to the coach.

"Okay, listen up!" The coach loudly calls as he blows his whistle, getting
everybody's attention. "This here is for wrestling tryouts. If anyone here
is not interested in wrestling, I mean the real wrestling, not that crap
you all see on TV, then leave now. Because here there will be no chairs
thrown, no bodies will be jumping off of turnbuckles, and no stupid
nicknames or costumes." He pauses to look around and see that his words
have the effect that he intended for them to have.

"So, you may have noticed that there are older boys here, and you may be
asking yourself why that is, after all, we did have a wrestling team last
year, didn't we? Well, of course, we did, and some of them did so well that
they don't need to try out this year. If they want a spot, they've got
it. The others moved up into high school to try out just like you all
will. So the only ones here today are primarily seventh graders and a few
eighth graders or who either didn't try out for the team or didn't make it.

"So, since this is wrestling and not sit on your butts and listen to the
coach, let's get busy with wrestling!" At this, the boys erupt into a loud
cheer looking around to measure each other up.

The coach blows his whistle again, getting all of them to settle down. "Why
are you guys still waiting? Let's all move into the locker room and get you
guys outfitted in some wrestling gear."

At that, some of the boys, including Quinn, quiet down again, slightly
concerned as they didn't think they would need to wear anything other than
the pants they already have on. However, it is too late to do anything, and
Quinn joins the rest as they head toward the locker.

Coach Barrett stops at the locker room door with some keys in his
hands. "Okay, listen up, fellas, here's what's going to happen when you
enter. You are going to go to your lockers and undress, just like you would
for P.E. Then you are going to come to my office where I have the singlets,
if you know your size, great, tell me. If you don't, as I suspect of most
of you, that's alright too. We'll go on an educated guess by your size." He
starts to unlock the door but stops before he opens it to say something
more, "One last thing, when you come up to me, I want you to wear whatever
it is that you plan on wearing under your singlet. There are three things
you might wear; regular style briefs, a jockstrap, or nothing. I don't care
which it is; just walk up to the office wearing one of those three." With
that, he opens the door, heading for the office as the boys go toward their
lockers. He hears the usual whoop and holler of boys being noisy as they
undress, thinks about telling them to settle down but decides against it as
he understands that most of the cause of the noise is nerves.

Quinn walks to his locker, wondering what he's going to do. He did not
expect to be changing out of his regular clothes for tryouts, so he has
nothing to wear under the singlet. For his regular P.E. class, Quinn wears
a jockstrap, but as he had been with Davis for the majority of the weekend,
he hadn't a chance to wash it. He knew he couldn't wear his boxers as they
wouldn't fit snugly. That left one option, and he indeed wasn't ready for
that. Standing there in his boxers, he looks around, hoping to spot someone
who was wearing regular briefs so that he could try and borrow their
jock. He knows that is gross, but he feels it is better than the
alternative. Besides that, the idea of his balls resting in a pouch where
another person's balls were is exciting to him. This time, though, when he
starts to feel his dick chub up, he gets nervous.

"Todd, Todd!" He says urgently and yet as quiet as he can be. "Can I borrow
your jock? I left mine at home this morning." He asks once he gets the
attention of the other boy.

"My jock? I don't know, man, that sounds pretty gross." The other boy says
as he strips down to his underwear and closes his locker, heading toward
the office and his singlet.

Concerned about having to follow through with the unthinkable alternative,
he takes a moment to think things through and try and talk himself into
doing what he doesn't want to do. "Well, Quinn, just how bad do you want to
try out for the team?" He asks himself, `bad enough to go up there naked?"
Quinn thinks about everything that he has gone through to get here, the
tutoring and all the rest of it, mainly the rest of it. "All the crap I've
been taking from my dad, just to get him to sign that paper. The extra
chores he threw upon me, trying to make him happy with me. Senan too, I
never thought we would be friends because of this, not to mention some of
the other things that we've done as well." He stops that line of thought
quickly as he is afraid of getting hard and the last thing he needs to do
is walk up to get his singlet with a hard-on. That thought brings him back
to his present predicament, and he realizes that he knows his answer. He's
worked too hard and has too much riding on this to quit now. Dropping his
boxers, he puts them in his locker and then starts walking to the office
where the coach and his singlet are waiting.

As he walks up to the line that has already formed, he hears a few snickers
as well as a few gasps as people start noticing what he's wearing, or not
wearing as the case may be.

Standing there, trying to show an air of nonchalance about his situation,
he is surprised to hear a voice just behind his shoulder. "You've got some
big balls if you'll forgive the pun."

Quinn turns to see a boy he doesn't know standing there, wearing a
jockstrap and nothing else.

"What do you mean by that?" He asks, knowing that the statement has
different interpretations.

"Well, what I mean is that you're fearless to come here like that," he
waves his hand in the general direction of Quinn's body as he answers the
question, `although, now that I see it, the other meaning isn't so far off
either." He concludes as he pointedly looks down at Quinn's crotch. Then he
looks Quinn right in the face, making eye contact with him. "Hold my
spot. I'll be right back."

He turns and walks away, and as he does so, Quinn can't help but watch
him. He notices the muscular buttocks and burnished brown skin framed by
the white straps of his jock as he heads away from the line. Quinn realizes
that he needs to find a way to calm himself down if he doesn't want to have
his dick make its presence known more than it already is. Turning back to
face the front of the line, he reminds himself of the importance of looking
up, not down.

"Well, do you mind if I have my spot back in line?" Says the now familiar
voice of the other boy after a couple of minutes have passed.

Quinn turns to look and sees that he has removed the clothing he was
wearing and is now standing there just as naked as he is. Quinn can't help
himself and allows his eyes to sweep across his body. Looking at him, Quinn
starts at his chest, noticing the large nipples as they stand boldly from
his chest, allowing his eyes to move downward; he takes a moment to admire
his definition, the mere hint of a six-pack forming on his abs. Quinn's
eyes go further low, feeling no shame in his ogling as the other boy had
been doing the same to him just a little while ago. Noticing the length of
the appendage between the other boy's legs, he unconsciously licks his
lips. Making a quick mental comparison of his dick, he feels confident that
his own is longer, although it is hard to tell the length of his dick under
his foreskin. What truly captures his attention is the pubic bush, thick
and blond, an exciting contrast to the dark skin and black hair on the top
of his head. He realizes now that he was wrong in his first thought of the
boy being well-tanned, noticing instead that he is naturally
dark-toned. Quinn cannot tell what his ethnicity is and is dying with
curiosity to find out. "Sure, go ahead and slide in behind me." He says,
wondering if he will pick up on the double meaning of his words.

"Really? But we've just met, why I don't even know your name." The other
boy responds with a smile as he steps close to him. "By the way, I'm
Decebal, but you can call me Dec." He says as he holds out his hand to
Quinn.

Quinn takes his hand and gives it a brief shake as he stands there, unsure
how to act. Finally, his brain kicks into gear again as he introduces
himself. "I'm Quinn; nice to meet you." He says, knowing how lame he sounds
but also knowing he can't stop it. There is something about this boy that
just throws him off his game, and he has no idea of what to do about it.

"You better turn around," Decebal says, and for a minute, Quinn thinks that
his staring is making the other boy nervous, "the line is moving
forward. You're almost up." He gestures forward, causing Quinn to turn
around and see that the gap between him and the next one in line.

 As he moves to fill in the gap, Quinn takes a breath and tells himself to
calm down. When he steps up to the coach and his box of singlets, he
notices a few of the other boys snickering again.

"Interesting choice of underclothing there." That is all that the coach
says to him as he stands there. "Do you know what size you are?" He
continues after a moment.

"Um, no sir, a large maybe? I think?" He responds ultimately unhelpfully,
his brain still not ready to think about anything other than the boy
standing behind him in line.

Coach Barrett digs through the box in front of him and finally pulls an
outfit out of the box. Handing Quinn a singlet, he gives him a smile as
well as a bit of news. "Don't worry; I won't hold anyone to the choices
that they make today. Today is only tryouts. If you make the team, we will
be talking about proper gear for the team in our next session."

He shoos Quinn off with the outfit and hears the coach as he comments on
Decebal. "Another one, interesting. I hope you two don't convince the rest
of the team to follow your example. It could cause a lot of trouble. Here,
this looks like it will fit you."

As Quinn is going back to his locker, he is surprised when Decebal walks up
to him. "Do you mind if I move my clothes over here by you?" He asks as he
falls into step beside him.

Um, no, I don't mind at all." Is his reply as he wonders what it is about
the boy that makes his brain shut down.

"Cool," he says as he flashes him a smile, "hold on, I'll be right back."
He thrusts his sniglet into Quinn's hands as he turns down a different row
of lockers.

Once again, he is flustered as the other boy's behavior flummoxes Quinn. As
he makes his way to his locker, he stands there for a moment as he waits
for Decebal to make his way over to him.

"There you are. I was afraid you would steal my stuff. Maybe sell it on
black market." He says as he puts the clothes in his hands into the locker
next to Quinn's. "Is a good joke?" He asks as he takes the singlet from
Quinn's hands. At first, holding them both up, then handing one of them
back to Quinn. "Here, I think this is one given to you." As he hands one
singlet back to Quinn, keeping the other for himself.

Quinn laughs as he takes the sniglet handed to him. "Yeah, it was a funny
joke. Where are you from? You don't sound like you grew up around here. Not
to mention that I've never seen you around the school before." He asks as
he starts to put the singlet on.

"No, I moved here just recently. I am from Romania, land of creepy forests
and vampires. I move here because my father have new job. That and we are
to spread Vampire Curse." He says that with a straight face, it is hard for
Quinn to tell how serious he is.

The boys get dressed as they continue to talk, and as a result, they are
some of the last few boys to get back to the gym. Fortunately, the coach is
waiting for everyone to return to the gym before starting the next part of
the tryouts.

After everyone is in the gym, he gets their attention and goes over his
expectations for the tryouts. Explaining that he isn't worried about seeing
people win matches today. Today it is more about how well they can hold
their own against each other, who can slip out of holds, and who can stop
their partner from escaping holds as well. He states that he wants them all
to choose a partner for the tryouts, and for both Quinn and Decebal, there
is no thought given as to who either of them will choose. They turn to each
other and grab each other's hand, holding them up as instructed by the
coach. As soon as everyone has a partner, he sets them up around the
wrestling mat, one down on hands and knees and the other over and behind
him, an arm wrapped around the waist, body up tight against the lower one.

Quinn is in the lower position for the first bout, and he feels a thrill as
Decebal pushes himself against him. Although he can't feel his cock, he
knows it is close by, making him hard. He tries hard to focus on wrestling
when the whistle blows, but all he can think of is the boy and how close
they are to each other, and the mantra he keeps repeating in his
mind. "Don't get hard, don't get hard." Sadly it doesn't work, and as he
gets pinned for the second time, he is certain that Decebal can feel his
hard cock, and just as certain that he can see it if he bothers to look.

He feels a mixture of relief and sadness as the coach tells them all to
reverse position, and now it is Decebal's turn to be the boy on the
bottom. He smiles at Quinn as he moves to place all four limbs on the
ground and turns his head to look at Quinn. "You want I should take it easy
on you?" He asks, a charming smile on his face.

"What? No, I'll win in a fair competition, or I won't win." He says as he
wraps an arm around his torso and holds tight, waiting for the whistle to
sound.

As soon as he hears the whistle, he can feel the lower boy make his move
and is ready for it. Quickly countering his attempt to escape the hold,
Quinn can flip him and throw him on his back, pinning him down before every
other team has barely started their moves. As Quinn is lying across him,
his hand brushes across the boy's crotch, and he can feel that Decebal is
as excited by this as he is.

They are all back in position as the coach continues to drill them. Back
and forth, each team of boys is being put in one of two positions, and both
avoid being pinned and try to pin the other. This is done by utilizing
different holds and positions with each person taking their turn in both
the subordinate and the superior places. This continues for over an hour as
the coach pushes them, wanting to know where each boy's breaking line
is. Finally, he blows the whistle one last time to get them all to
stop. "Settle down. I have some announcements before dismiss you boys." He
waits patiently as they all quickly sit and quiet down. "So, first of all,
I have no idea right now who will be on the team and who won't. Sure I have
some ideas, but I don't have a complete list. There won't be a complete
list until Thursday, and the first day of practice is Friday. So, for now,
I want all of you guys to hit the shower, then don't bother me until after
you see the list on Thursday. Meantime, get some rest, maybe practice on
your own at home if you want to. Any questions?" He looks around at the few
hands raised and chuckles at the misguided attempts to try and find out who
might be on the list. Finally, he dismisses them after reminding them to
get their sweaty, smelly bodies washed off before they go home.

"So, Decebal, think you made the team?" Quinn asks him as he helps him to a
standing position.

"Maybe, I don't know. But you, you will be on team, is why I want to be on
team as well." He replies as he follows Quinn into the locker room. "Also,
call me Dec. Is the better name I like."

Quinn turns at the odd answer, catching him looking down as he does so. "Is
he looking at my ass?" Quinn wonders to himself, but ifere is no trace of
guilt or shame on his face if he is. Reaching his locker, Quinn starts to
undress, noticing that Dec is undressing at the same pace he is. Together
they walk to the shower and, standing next to each other, turn the water
on.

Filling his hand with soap Quinn starts to rub down his chest, watching as
Dec does the same. Soon he starts to look around the other boys and their
different stages of development. Soon he realizes the danger of this as he
feels his dick once again begin to grow. "Shit!" He says to himself and
then is surprised to hear Dec chuckling as he is standing beside him. "What
is so funny?" He asks angrily as he turns to face him.

Dec points down at his own crotch. "Seems you are not only one with
problem." He says as his eyes flick back and forth between them both.

Quinn looks down; he already knows that his dick is bigger than usual; even
though not wholly erect. Then he looks at Dec's dick and realizes that he,
too, is larger than what he remembers from seeing him in line earlier. The
head of his dick slightly peaking through his foreskin.

Dec grabs his dick and tugs on it, allowing the head to come out even
further. "Is there a place where we can not be seen?" He asks as it starts
to get more prominent as well as stand erect.

"We might be able to go by the laundry room. It's usually fairly isolated."
He says as he looks around. Many of the other boys are standing in a large
group, and they aren't too far from that group, his concern being the two
of them going off together without being spotted by anyone else.

"Good," says Dec, "follow me." With that, he casually walks off in the
direction that Quinn had pointed. He doesn't bother to look around,
although he would see that Quinn is following close behind if he did.

As they walk to the small structure, Dec stands at the door, watching as
Quinn tugs on the doorknob, wiggles it in a complicated way for the other
boy to follow, and then stands there, amazed as Quinn opens the door. "Nice
trick," Dec says as he walks into the dark room.

"Thanks, maybe some time I'll show you the secret," Quinn says as he closes
the door behind them. The two boys stand there in the dark room, allowing
their eyes to adjust to the darkness. "So, what did you have in mind when
you asked for some privacy?" He asks as he closes the space between the two
of them.

"Well, don't get mad at me, but I know how it felt when we wrestle. Felt
like you enjoyed it much. You need relief, maybe. I know I do." He then
reaches out and grabs Quinn's dick as he finishes his sentence.

Quinn nods his head in agreement, then realizes that he can't see
it. "Relief? Yeah, that sounds good to me." He responds as he reaches out
and starts to stroke Dec.

He takes a moment to explain to Quinn how to handle a dick with a foreskin,
and, after a rough beginning, Quinn is starting to enjoy it truly.

Soon both boys are panting, and Quinn is surprised when Dec speaks
again. "You mind if I finish you off?" Dec asks as he slows down the
stroking of Quinn's dick.

At first, Quinn doesn't understand what it is that he is asking. All he can
think of is, for some reason, his new friend is threatening to stop
stroking him, and he can't figure out why. "No. please do. I um, I want you
to finish me," he responds with a sense of eagerness in his voice.

Quinn is surprised when Dec drops to his knees and takes his dick in his
mouth. He moans as he feels a tongue lick up and down his shaft. He is
getting louder as he feels the head of his dick bump against Dec's
throat. Then one of Dec's fingers starts to travel down his balls and
lower. Feeling the finger rubbing against his perineum forces a moan past
his lips which turns into a high-pitched squeal as the finger finds its way
to his asshole and pushes slightly inside it. "God damn, that feels good!"
He says, almost shouting, certainly much louder than he had intended as he
was aware of the danger of them getting caught in the room.

Forcing himself to be quieter, he warns Bec that he is about to cum. He is
happy when he notices that Bec doesn't back off; instead, Bec holds Quinn
in place, making sure that he doesn't back away from him. Listening as each
of his shots of cum gets swallowed, he gets more excited, knowing that this
boy he just met about two hours ago is now swallowing his seed.

Dec stands up after he swallows the last shot, looks at Quinn and then
looks down at his own hard-on. "You finish me off now?" He asks as he pulls
on his dick and points it in Quinn's direction.

"Oh, yeah, sure." He says and drops to his knees in front of him. Taking
his dick in hand, Quinn gets an idea of just how big he is as he gets his
first close-up look at Dec's dick. Slowly he puts his tongue out and licks
around the top. However, all he ends up licking is the foreskin, and he
finds that an odd sensation.

"Move the skin down. Use your lips to do it," Dec says, offering him some
advice to make the experience better for both of them.

Quinn does as instructed and is quite surprised at how excited he gets when
he feels the skin slide down the shaft and pushes against his lips. There
is an odd smell around the skin, an odd combination of a slight musty odor
and another fainter odor reminiscent of pee. However, Quinn doesn't get
repulsed by the smell; in fact, he finds that he likes it. Inhaling deeply,
he is a little disappointed that the scent isn't as strong when he has
Dec's shaft deep in his mouth. However, he quickly decides that he'd rather
have the rod deep in his mouth if it comes down to it, especially as he
hears the warning that the other boy is about to cum.

"Get ready," he warns, barely just in time, " I'm shooting." He grabs Quinn
by his ears as he starts to feel his cum blast out of his dick and into
Quinn's mouth.

Quinn is of mixed emotions as he swallows the cum that is shooting down his
throat. He is both excited to be consuming his seed as it shoots into
him. He even tries to back up a little, so it lands on his tongue, which
allows him to taste it, and pissed, because the other boy is forcing him to
swallow his cum, knowing that if he didn't want to eat it, he would have
had no choice in the matter is what upsets him so much.

After Dec finishes, Quinn stands up and, for a moment, considers hitting or
yelling at him. However, he decides to do neither, as he first wants to
have a couple of questions to be answered. "We better leave; otherwise,
we're increasing the chance of us being found in here. We don't want that
to happen, especially with no clothes on." He says as he quietly opens the
door and peers around to see if anyone is paying attention. Fortunately,
they've been in there long enough that most of the other students have
left, including the other ones in the same aisle as Quinn's locker, which
gives them a chance to get dressed with no one knowing that they had
disappeared together for a while.

"Hold up; I need to talk to you," Quinn says as Dec looks as if he is about
to walk away. Quinn hurries up and finishes getting dressed as Dec waits
and watches. Finally, the two of them walk out together.

"Let me guess. You are not gay. You never do anything like that before and
only like girls, right?" As he says that, Quinn can see sadness cross his
face and knows that he needs to give an honest answer.

"No, nothing like that at all. I've done that plenty of times before and
will be willing to do that with you any time. No, my question is, how are
you so open about it? Fuck, you started hitting on me almost as soon as we
met."

Dec smiles at him and puts an arm around his shoulder, forcing them to walk
together as he talks. "In my country, it is different for boys. Young boys,
they can do whatever it is they want. Walk around, no pants, whatever; no
one say anything ever. Then that boy grow up and start to become man. You
understand what I mean?" He stops and looks at Quinn, grabbing his crotch
as he does so as if trying to drive his point home.

"Sure, of course, you hit puberty. Started to get some hair down there; you
couldn't run around naked like you did when you were a little kid anymore."
He says, thinking he knows where this story is going to go.

"No, not so much anymore. But there is a problem. This little boy finds he
very much likes running around naked and even more very much likes being
around other little boys who still run around with no clothing. Another
thing these boys can do is play together like you and I did. No one cares
until they start to become a man. So in my place, I had many friends that
were still boys, not even close to being a man at all. I find that there
was much to enjoy with them."

 "So, you like to play with little boys?" Quinn asks, hoping he doesn't
sound judgemental to him. "I don't care if you do; you're not the only one
who does. Don't worry about it. I won't judge you." He is trying to
reassure him that this doesn't bother him without giving away Davis's
secret.

"You are too kind to me, but I do not think you completely understand. I do
not like little boys like that. In my country, I only play with little boys
like that because they can, and no one cares what they do. I want to play
like a little boy, but I do want to play with a big boy. Someone like you."
He says, trying to be as transparent as possible, given the lack of
knowledge he has about his new language.

"So, what you are telling me, is that you like guys your age? Those are the
people you want to play with?" Quinn goes for the most obvious translation
of what he thinks Dec is trying to say, feeling pretty sure that he's right
in his understanding.

Dec breaks into a smile. "Exactly!" He says, and he wraps his arms around
Quinn's torso. "I see the way you stand in line, and I think to myself that
if you want no comments on your body, then why do you stand there like
that? That decides for me to try and talk to you. Happy me, you turn to
have the same types of thoughts that I do too. You and me, we be very good
friends, I hope."

"I would enjoy being your friend. As I said, any time you want to do that
type of thing again, I'll be happy to join you. But for the most part, what
you did was dangerous. You can't walk up to just anybody and think you're
going to have sex with them." He tries to warn him.

"But that is beauty now. I no need to anymore. I have you as friend now."
Dec says as he hugs Quinn again.

The boys walk together, and Quinn wonders if Dec knows where he lives or if
this is just more of his odd behavior, for he continues to follow him as he
gets closer to Davis's house. It isn't until he about a block away that Dec
finally says that he needs to go in a different direction. With a promise
to look for each other during school hours the next day, they eventually
split from each other.

"So, how did the tryouts go?" Asks Davis when Quinn walks in the door.

"It was interesting," Quinn says as he tries to think of a way to talk
about the new boy he had met that day. "Listen, I'm kind of tired, and I
know that your dad is going to want me to talk about this. Do you mind if I
only tell the story once?" He says as he sits down, realizing just how
exhausted he is.

"No, no problem. If you're that tired, why don't you go into my room and
lay down?" Davis offers his friend a more comfortable place to lay down
than the couch.

"Thanks, buddy. I think I will. Are you going to join me?" He says, holding
out his hand.

"Do you want me to?" He asks, amazed that he would want him to do such a
thing.

"Sure, why not? No one else is at home right now, are they?" He asks to
confirm what he thinks.

"No, it's just the two of us. It will be for a few hours. No one else would
ever know if we decided to lay down together." Davis replies as he starts
to move closer to Quinn. "So, just how tired are you?" He asks as his voice
becomes low and husky as he attempts to put a sexy tone into it.

"Fairly tired, but maybe not tired enough to fall asleep; there's a good
chance that I would be capable of one last burst of energy before I fall
asleep. Maybe more than just one, depending on how interesting you can make
things be." He reaches out to his friend and pushes his lips against
Davis's, loving the feel of their moistness.

As Davis runs his hand down Quinn's chest, he notices him wincing. "Oh, are
you hurt? Did something happen during tryouts?"

"No, just sore, from using muscles I haven't used in a long while." He says
as he allows Davis to give him a little extra support.

They make their way to Davis's room, hurriedly take their clothes off and
climb into the bed, lying side-by-side. Quinn is lying on his back, and
Davis is next to him on his side. Davis knows that his friend is tired but
can also see the hard-on and knows that he wants to play. Deciding that for
now, he will suck him off and see where that might lead. He figures that he
will get a mouthful of cum, at the very least, and that just might have to
do for now.

As Davis takes Quinn into his mouth, he hears him moan in appreciation, so
he knows that his friend is awake at least a little bit. Soon he is
rewarded by a mouthful of dick as he feels Quinn's shaft harden in his
mouth, so what was able to fit entirely in his mouth at first has now grown
large enough to become a mouthful, and he finds himself backing off
some. That doesn't stop him from using his tongue on the shaft, licking up
and down his cock, then taking it out of his mouth long enough to lick his
balls, even taking them in his mouth, gently squishing them between his
lips.

Thanks to Davis's skillful use of his tongue Quinn starts to wake up, and
his hand reaches for Davis's hard-on. Once he gets it, he starts stroking
him and moves his other hand to play with his dime-sized nipples. "Turn
around," he orders his friend, "let's do this at the same time," Quinn
states his desire, and a moment later, Davis is doing what he can to make
it happen, turning quickly so that his hips are directly over Quinn's face.

So smoothly was the motion done that Davis never even had Quinn's dick out
of his mouth. He continues sucking as he turns around. Just a moment later,
he feels Quinn's tongue, not on his dick or balls as he expected but moving
up his ass and stopping at his hole. Moaning loudly, he goes down further
on his cock, eventually feeling his pubic hair brush against his nose. Then
Davis decides to up the ante, and he takes a finger and starts to swirl it
against Quinn's hole.

Soon both boys are more focused on their digits pushing in and out of each
other's holes than the dicks they were supposed to be sucking on, then
Quinn decides to ask him for a favor. "I want you to fuck me." He says with
no hesitation.

"What? Last time it was you in me, don't you want that again?" Davis asks
him, surprised by the request.

"Next time, later tonight maybe. But for now, I want you in me, don't
worry, you won't hurt me." He says, trying to talk him into the action.

"Is that some dig about my size?" Davis responds as he rolls off of his
friend.

Then he moves down to his waist and looks at his body, starting at his face
and working down. Noticing the full lips that he enjoys pushing against
his, the developing chest caught between a boy's and a man's with his more
prominent nipples. Although he doesn't have six-pack abs, he does have a
flat belly and, Davis notices for the first time a developing trail of hair
leading from his crotch to his navel. Then there is the dick itself,
sticking proudly out of a good-sized bush of pubic hair, pointing straight
up, giving away his excitement by the pearly drop of precum parked right at
the edge of his slit, waiting for him to lick it off, which Davis does,
taking a moment to stop his appraisal of Quinn's body.

Then he moves further down, looking at the full but hairless balls tucked
tight to his groin in excitement. Quinn has spread his legs wide apart, and
Davis can see into the canyon where his asshole resides. Using his hands to
spread Quinn's cheeks further apart, he finally gets a good look at the
prize that Quinn is offering to him, his tiny pink pucker winking at him as
he takes a good long look. Moving his head down, Davis closes the approach
and uses his tongue to wet the hole and the surrounding area. Feeling his
dick harden even more, Davis realizes that he desperately wants to fuck his
friend but also wants to be sure that this is what he wants.

So he stops for a moment and looks up at him. "Are you sure you want this?"
He's confident he knows the answer but feels compelled to ask anyway.

Quinn is lying on his bed, his face a mask of passion and
anticipation. "Yes," he growls, "give it to me. Drive your cock up my
hole!" In his excitement, he gets loud and reminds himself to try and
remember to keep his voice down, just in case someone else comes home while
they are in the middle of their activities.

Davis grabs a pillow and puts it under his ass. "Better angle this way." He
explains although he doesn't think that Quinn cares. Then he continues to
keep Quinn's cheeks spread with one hand while he grabs his dick with the
other and puts the head against his hole. He doesn't even give Quinn a
moment to prepare; as soon as he gets himself lined up, Davis shoves his
dick in deep.

"Fuck!" Quinn yells, more in surprise than from pain. "Fucking warn a guy
next time, buddy." He says, but he still has both his smile and a boner, so
most of what he says is in jest.

Davis smiles as he drives his dick in the rest of the way. "As eager as you
are for my cock inside you, I figured you would like it hard and fast." He
says as he pulls out some and then drives his dick home again, not stopping
until he feels his balls slap against Quinn's ass.

"You're exactly right," Quinn purrs, "I do like it like that; you just
caught me by surprise, that's all." He says as he reaches down to start
tugging on his hard cock.

Davis is allowed to set the pace, and he makes sure that it is a fast
one. He drives himself in and out with a rapid motion, and soon both of
them are groaning loudly, all thoughts of other people in the house
completely forgotten as they are both caught up in their passion. "I'm
going to cum. You want it inside or outside?" He asks as he can feel the
force of his fluids working their way up his shaft.

"Inside, I want you to blast my insides with your cum. I want to feel your
juice covering my guts." He answers as his fist works even faster on his
pole.

Davis drives himself as deep as he can, then holds himself there as his cum
is shooting out the end of his dick. As he does that, he takes a free hand
and uses it to push Quinn's hand off his shaft and starts stroking him
instead.

As a result of feeling him cumming inside him as well as masturbating his
shaft, Quinn cums faster and harder than he has in a long time, his body
lifting off the bed with the energy of his orgasm. When he finishes, he
falls back on the bed, exhausted. "Fuck, that was fantastic. But now I'm
wiped out. I really need to sleep now." He says as he sinks into the
mattress.

"Do you want me to stay here? Or should I get out of your butt?" He asks as
he moves his hardening dick around in his warm cavity.

"I like the feel of you in me. Why don't you just keep that right where it
is?" Quinn says to him. "Hey Davis, if you want, you can lay across me as
well. I'd like that if you don't mind." He says as he tries to push his
body down on top of his.

Once they get settled, Quinn relaxes as his arms go across his friend's
back, one hand cupping his ass and the other holding onto his hip. He is
smiling and already half asleep before either of them gets entirely settled
down. Even though Davis doesn't plan on actually sleeping, he does, and his
dreams are full of him and Quinn and their new friendship, more substantial
because they were vulnerable and talked about things usually avoided.

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