Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2015 15:18:27 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: Rough Edges Chapter 19 Welcome back. This chapter sees Phil learning more about Larry and his cadre of friends. Also, to complicate his life some, he and Andy make contact. Please remember you need to be 18 to read this. Please be safe. And it would be great if you donated to Nifty to keep the site free and accessible. CHAPTER 19 REAL SEX Memorial Day saw me sleeping in. I am normally an early riser, but knew I needed the sleep and had no trouble waking up late. Phil's place on the bed was empty. I wondered if he was in the house or if he had gone out for a jog. Last night's thoughts came back to me. I smiled recalling my Monday afternoon with Q. My friend had me pegged; there was no doubt I was a gay boy. He knew it even if I didn't. What I did know was that I was excited about Phil spending the night on Friday. And it wasn't just about the promised sex, it was because I genuinely liked him, and I think he liked me, too. We talked sports, school, and other sundry topics when we sat together on the bus or at lunch. I was impressed with Phil working to build good study habits. He would show me which books he was taking home and, at least in math, he had his work finished the next day. Two sexual things happened to me after Q and I messed around on Monday. The two were related, but happened on different days. On Tuesday, Phil and I talked about how we wished Mr. Hunter would go back to the original seating order so Phil would again be sitting behind me. In what was a good news, not so good news, okay news scenario, Mr. Hunter announced he was preparing a new seating order, mainly to split some noisy people up. I knew what noisy people he was talking about, and all three of them were girls. The good news was Mr. Hunter announcing the changing of the seating order. The not so good news was Phil and I weren't sitting next to each other; that would have been bad news, except Q was assigned to the desk behind me. The okay news was that the new seating order gave me a great view of Phil. He sat in the row to my left and two desks down. I couldn't help but stare at him after we made our move. Gawd, he was beautiful. I had a raging boner by the time homeroom was over. Was I smitten or what? The fact that my dick wasn't all that big (yet) and my pants were a little baggy was all that saved me from embarrassment as the class was dismissed. The ever alert Quinn didn't miss much, however. "You might want to take your eyes off of him for at least a minute or so. You know, to give them a rest," he smirked as we entered the hall. "Huh?" "Think about it. I've gotta find Linda Lynch and tell her to tell Cindy Morgan that I'll go out with her." He gave me a knowing look. "The cool thing about having a crush on another guy is you don't have to go through all that BS." "Sometimes I think you're totally cuckoo," I told my friend. "And sometimes I am, but not this time. See you at PE." My first two periods were core class. Sixth graders had four periods of core out of the day's seven periods. Daniel and Ben were in my core class. Third period was PE/health. Right now my class was on the PE track. Q, Perry, and Daniel were in my PE class. Then it was lunch and back to core for two periods. I managed to keep my dick under control during the two periods of core; the morning crisis was over—or so I thought. Everything was fine until I saw Q naked in the shower, which brought back thoughts of me kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock the afternoon before, which got me to thinking of the boner I had in homeroom, which had me thinking of sucking off Phil on Friday, which had all three-and-half-inches of my cock at full mast. My dilemma was difficult to hide, but I found a corner shower stalk and tried my best. "Well," Perry grinned as he came over next to me, "I know what you'll be doing at lunch tomorrow." I felt my face redden and my body heat up. I also felt my cock quiver as I thought about pulling it out of my pants in the lunchroom. Perry started to stroke his cock and it instantly got hard. "Now you don't have to feel alone," Perry said. I thanked him. Perry may put on an air of grumpiness, but he was really a good guy and a great friend. It also helped that he had no shame when it came to his cock. Since I was a popular jock and Perry was respected in his own right, we didn't get much more than good natured kidding for boning up. I know some of the nerds and geeks really got ragged on at times. But overall, everybody knew that he could be the next one to pop wood, so the kidding was usually pretty gentle. "Still thinking of Phil?" Q whispered as we reached our row of lockers. "No," I confessed, "I was mostly thinking of you." I was pleased to see Q blush for once. All of the members of our group knew what the punishment was for sprouting a boner in the showers; the victim of his new hormones and his dick had to expose his boner to at least two of us at lunch. We agreed it should be done the day after our embarrassment, since some of us had PE after lunch. By the time the group was all settled at the lunch table, everybody knew what had happened the period before. "So, Larry and Perry, the rhyming boys, get to strut their stuff tomorrow," Jung crowed. Neither Perry, Q, nor I mentioned that Perry had boned up intentionally. I knew Q was on the brink of getting hard, so he wasn't going to say anything. Apparently Daniel never saw Perry jerking his junk. It didn't help me at all that Phil was sitting next to me. This business of me getting hard every time Phil was around had to stop. I mean Q and I have been bed buddies for months, and all of my group did sex things together. I'd only seen Ben naked and hard once, but I knew he'd messed around a couple of times when I couldn't be there. Plus, he and Daniel made no secret of their being bed buddies. Yet, for all the sex stuff we did together, I usually didn't get a boner just because I was with them, and the rest of them didn't bone up every time we were together either. To make it worse, Jung's hand snaked down to my lap and grabbed my package. "Ho, so the boy is still hard," Jung rasped. "Yeah, since you have your hand wrapped around my junk," I pointed out. "It was hard when I got there," Jung grinned. "If I keep it here you'll probably cum in your pants." "Dry, of course," Perry corrected. "You guys are all totally crazy," I told them. "And you know you love it," Q said. "Maybe he should take it out right now and get it over with," Daniel suggested. Daniel usually wasn't the one to take the lead in our sexual adventures. "Tomorrow," I protested. "That's the deal; we do it the next day." I was hoping they'd all forget by tomorrow or change the rules—something so I wouldn't have to pull my boner out of my pants. I also knew that wasn't going to happen. Oh, well, Perry would be joining me, and Q and Jung have both had to expose themselves already. Jung pulled his hand away, but within seconds, Phil's hand replaced it. He squeezed my boner. Phil then confirmed Jung's diagnosis. "Yep, it's hard all right." "Good job, Phil. I can tell that Phil is one of us," Q said. "Which means he's a sex fiend," I pointed out. "That is exactly what I meant." I asked Phil on the bus ride home if he was going to grab my boner the next day after I pulled it out of my pants. "Only if I'm sitting next to you." My first instinct was to tell him to sit next to a couple of other boys. But I went with my second thought. "I'll save you a seat." There was getting to be no doubt I was as big of a sex fiend as the rest of my friends, especially Q, Perry, and Jung. The next day I worried all morning about boning up again in PE thinking about Phil grabbing my exposed wiener at lunch. That would mean I'd have to go through the whole process again on Thursday. I could see how this could turn into one of those endless loops where the same thing kept happening day after day even when you didn't want it to. I jerked off twice after I got home. The first time was in my bedroom with Q and Jung. Since my mom was home we had to keep our clothes on. We exposed ourselves by yanking our pants and undies down to our knees. When Jung had his orgasm, I watched it from start to finish. I loved seeing clear jizz shoot out of his cock. Both of my friends suggested after I had my orgasm that I should jerk off again later to insure I wasn't too horny in PE. "Why should I get horny in PE?" I asked, as if I didn't know. "Because Phil is gonna see your boner at lunch and knowing that fact is gonna get you horny way early," Q replied. That night, I as I stripped for bed, I decided to follow my friends' suggestion and jerk off. I decided to jerk off thinking of girls instead of thinking of Q, Phil, or my other friends. I tried to conjure up images of Linda Lynch and Cindy Morgan and a few other girls. But I kept seeing images of Q and Jung and Perry and, most of all, images of Phil. After I had my second dry orgasm of the day, my mind wondered, not for the first time, if maybe I was really gay. Larry was sleeping soundly when I awoke, so I quietly left our bed, donned my jogging clothes, and went out for a run. Our house was on the lake outside of town. Since the road along the lake had no sidewalks, I always wore a reflective vest when I jogged. I usually jogged in the evening since I had to wake up for work too early for my tastes. But, on days off I did it in the morning when I could. Larry rarely jogged preferring to get his workouts at the school gym. The highway followed the lake in both directions. There was a state park to the west with good jogging trails along the lake shore. That was my favorite run. As I jogged to the lake my thoughts went back to the week after Halloween and how Phil and I bonded on the bus, at lunch, in homeroom, in math class, in the student foyer, wherever we could be together. We couldn't get enough of talking to each other and touching each other. But there were things that happened that went beyond our almost over-the-top flirting, which led me to realize whatever it was I was feeling for Larry went beyond the feelings I had for Andy, and those feelings both thrilled me and frightened me. Mom was in a good mood when she came home from work on Friday. She said she wasn't in the mood to cook and asked what Troy, Keegan, and I thought about going out for pizza. I'm sure our answers didn't surprise her. We had a good time at the pizza place. For the most part, mom had stayed off pills since dad left and Keegan was sober that day. Troy was always fun for me to be around. Over the last few months he'd gotten easier and easier to get along with. Even when he blew up over my smoking pot with Keegan, my petty shoplifting, and my horrible grades, I realized he loved me even if he was upset about what I had been doing. That feeling was a lot different than it had been when we fought and argued and I became a viscous little brat bent on keeping my big brothers at bay. I think if I had taken a close look at myself, I would have seen that I had changed in a lot of ways as well. When we got home, we played cards and had the best time we'd had as a family in quite a while. Those family days were rare, which made them even more precious when they happened. As Troy and I got ready for bed I asked if I could sleep with him. "What if Keegan asked to sleep with me first?" my big brother asked me. "No way Keegan would want to sleep with you or me unless he was stoned or drunk or something." "I know, I just wanted to see what you thought." "Did Keegan ever sleep with dad? You know, to have sex and that shit?" I asked. "Not much room for two on the couch and mom takes up half of their bed, so I doubt it. I think one of us would have noticed. I don't see dad being that way anyway, even if he is all fucked up about him and Keegan being drinking buddies." "They could have slept on the floor or something. Lots of times we went to sleep before they did." "Dad's gone for now, so I try not to think much about what they were doing together." "You still haven't told me if I can sleep with you," I pointed out. Troy patted his bed. "Come on in, but make sure you ain't wearing a stitch of clothing." Since he knew I was already naked I started giggling at his remark. When I got next to him in his bed, my giggling turned to laughter as he started tickling my belly and then my underarms. I wriggled and twisted and tried to get away from him, but he was simply too strong. While I didn't think about it at the time, his strength was a reminder that my beating him in fights might have had a little to do with Troy's letting me beat him—at least some of the time. I was laughing so hard I could barely talk. "If you don't stop I'm gonna pee your bed," I managed to get out. "Don't do it or you'll have to clean it up." "STOP! I CAN'T HELP IT! STOP! Oh help, I dribbled a little bit of pee. STOP!" "What are you homos doing?" came Keegan's voice through the door. "Shut up and go to bed, Keegan," Troy ordered. At least Keegan's interruption earned me a reprieve from Troy's tickling. "Yeah, shut up and go to bed," I echoed, still fighting laughter. Keegan opened the door. "You got any money I can borrow? I want to see if anybody gots any weed. I'll share it with you guys." "Keegan, you are one sick dude," Troy said. "So is he." Keegan pointed right at me. "He's smoked a few joints with me." "I'm not smoking that shit anymore," I said decisively. "Fuck, you two are naked." Keegan snorted. "Just like I said, you guys are homos." "You never seemed to care if me or Phil sucked your dick." "That's because I was drunk. Now about that money?" "You gonna give me and Phil blow jobs for it?" "Fuck you both." "Go to bed, Keegan." "You two are fucked, or maybe you're fucking," he giggled. "Whatever, I thought brothers were supposed to stick together, and I don't mean under the sheets." He started out the door mumbling, "What a fucked up family this is." He shut the door hard behind him. "Hard to believe he's only twelve," Troy said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "I gotta pee bad and I don't want to pee in your bed." "How much did you dribble?" "Just a couple of drops." I hopped out of bed and went out into the hall. Keegan was still there. I knew he had been eavesdropping. "I'll kick your ass if you listen to us again, and you know I can do it," I told him. "Fucking faggots," Keegan mumbled as went into his room. Troy came out into the hall and asked what the ruckus was about. "Fucking Keegan was spying on us," I told him. "You should have peed on him." "Here? In the hall?" "Why not? It's a wood floor. I know it's easy to clean up because Keegan's peed on it a couple of times when he was too wasted to make it to the toilet." "Ewww, that is so totally gross." "Let's go pee," Troy said. "Together in the hall?" I was horrified by that suggestion. I could almost handle peeing on Keegan in the hall, just because he was Keegan. But peeing in the hall just to do it was way too gross. "No, doofus, in the shower." "Serious?" "Totally." "When did you get so gross?" "I dunno, just sounds like fun." I gave him an indignant no. "Okay, the toilet then." I breathed a sigh of relief and we both emptied our bladders while standing side-by-side. We'd done that together a lot. I had a lot to let out, but Troy had peed before we went to bed and hadn't been tickled to death. As he dribbled a little I decided he just liked watching me naked. We went back to bed. "Maybe in the shower next time," Troy said with a sly smile as he shut off the light. "That's way too gross." But while water sports sounded gross, sucking the six-inch cock of my fifteen-year-old brother and swallowing his cum didn't sound gross at all. It sounded as sexy as every other time I'd done it. I sucked him, licked him, felt him, sucked him, taking as much as my small mouth would allow until I eagerly swallowed his load. Then he sucked me. I knew that he often lost his mood some after he came, but he almost always got me off, anyway. Sometimes he did me first, sometimes we sixty-nined, sometimes we jerked each other off, and sometimes we dry humped. The variety kept things pretty even when it came to orgasms. I was so hoping that this cum would be wet. It didn't take long for it to build up and I could tell by the feeling that I'd shot something. Troy pulled off of me and grinned. "Whoa, little bro. Did you know you shot a little load?" My smile answered his question. "How long has this been going on?" "Since I was at Larry's house on Tuesday." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I wanted to surprise you." "And a tasty little surprise it was, too." He paused for a moment and then said, "Wait, you two messed around?" "Not really." I explained the two "accidental" cums that weren't really sex. "Kiddo, you can call it what you want, but in my book it was sex." He then kissed me hard on the lips. I cuddled up close to his warm, athletic teen body. I didn't care what he said, what I had with Larry was not real sex. Real sex would come next Friday. I wrapped my arms around my big brother, who made me feel safe and loved. Troy and Keegan were both gone most of the next day. I took my bike out and rode across Stevens to the west side. I was expressly forbidden from crossing Stevens, but I was bored and my new friends lived on that side of the street, so I saw nothing wrong with disobeying that stupid rule. I knew where Larry lived, but not the rest of the group. I was just hoping to find somebody playing around outside. I had no such luck and got just as bored as I'd been at home. It was mid-afternoon when I got home. The car was gone so I knew mom was off somewhere. I went into the house and heard voices in the living room. I also smelled marijuana. I saw Keegan and his friend Jackson. Jackson, a seventh grader at our middle school, was sitting on the couch, wearing just a shirt, his legs splayed as Keegan was sucking his cock. Keegan was wearing just his boxers, his four-inch cock poking out of the front as he jerked it off. A shirt, a pair of boxers, and two pairs of jeans were strewn around the floor. I don't know if the word hypocrite was in my vocabulary then, but the concept was certainly in my brain. I knew exactly why Keegan was sucking his friend's dick—it was payment for Jackson supplying him with weed. Keegan saw me and let up on his friend's cock. He started giggling. "Hey bro, want to take a hit?" He licked the head of Jackson's uncut cock. He had a small patch of pubic hair at the base and I could see that his balls were decent size and hung low. I wondered if Keegan still had his boxers on because he was embarrassed about being hairless. He quit licking and giggled some more. "Want to suck Jackson off? You're a little tiny faggot and you should really like it, right Jackson?" He giggled some more. "Then you can get stoned with us." I flipped them both off and told Keegan to go fuck himself. I stomped up to my room hoping mom would come home and catch him getting high and having sex. But even if she did, I knew she wouldn't do anything about it except yell. Maybe Troy would come home and kick his ass. Hell, maybe I should go downstairs and kick his ass now. I sat on my bed and wondered how I could love one brother as much as I hated the other one. By the time mom came home Jackson had left and Keegan was in his room, wasted. I know mom smelled the marijuana, but as far as I knew nothing came of it. Keegan came down to dinner wearing just his boxers and his socks. He had a major case of the munchies and wolfed down his hamburger. Mom never said a word about his state of undress, or the fact that he was obviously stoned. The only positive in my family was Troy, and even he could disappear for an entire day like he did today. I truly didn't blame him. On Sunday, I did something I'd been putting off, mostly out of fear. But as I sat at the kitchen table doing my math homework, I finally decided to do what I knew I needed to do—I called Andy. My fears instantly melted when I heard his voice on the phone. "I thought you weren't going to call," Andy said. I had all kinds of excuses to give him about not calling, but they all sounded so lame I told him the truth. "I was scared to call." "Why?" "I dunno, I just was." In the week Larry and I had been friends, I was finding out he didn't mind pushing me. That was a big difference between him and Andy. Andy never pushed me. He was simply too nice to do that, except for one time. That one time was when he pushed me into playing baseball, but he might have known it was something I wanted to do. After some meaningless small talk, Andy came to the point of his message asking me to call him. He wanted to know if I could spend Friday and Saturday nights of Thanksgiving break at his house. How could I turn that down? It was looking like life wasn't quite as horrible as I thought it was. We left the negotiations up to our mothers, but in the end it was agreed that Andy's mother would pick me up on Friday and bring me home on Sunday. That was all that I needed to know. I was actually happy to see the weekend end and to get back to school. Except for occasionally seeing Keegan, I could leave my family behind and be with my new friends, in particular with Larry. I couldn't get enough of Larry. When we sat together at lunch or on the bus, we had to make sure our bodies touched in some way. When our seats were changed in homeroom, I knew that he could look right at my back. Without even seeing him, I knew that was what he was doing; I could almost feel his eyes boring a hole right through the back of my head. I loved it. While I knew real sex between us would be coming soon, Larry's boner in the PE showers somehow made me bolder when it came to touching him. When I saw Jung get away with feeling Larry's boner at the lunch table, I had to fondle it as well. Even through his pants, it felt perfect. When he asked me if I was going to feel him up when he exposed it, I told him I would if he sat by me. I wanted to grab him on the bus going home. I would have grabbed him on the bus the next morning, but Q asked me to sit with him. "You make Larry too horny, so I wanted you to sit with me," Q said. "What's wrong with being horny?" I asked. "Nothing, but he's scared shitless that he's gonna bone up in PE again. Me and Jung got him off after school yesterday. Hell, I got him off on Monday after school, too." I was hit by feelings of jealousy. I wanted to be the one who brought Larry off, not some other friend, even if he was Larry's oldest friend. "We told him to jerk off again before bed, but I don't know if he did." This whole openness about sex was new to me. I mean I did a lot of the same things with my brother, and had done so with Andy. Hell, I'd even jerked off with assholes like Carlos and Skyler. But just openly talking about it like they'd been shooting hoops in the driveway was totally foreign to me. "But if he gets hard in PE today, then I get to see his boner again at lunch tomorrow," I grinned. "I think I'm really gonna like you, Phil." Q looked at my crotch. "Do you mind?" I knew what he wanted and I shrugged. He took my shrug for a yes and fondled my flaccid penis, which didn't stay flaccid for long. "Nice. You need to get a boner in the showers so I can feel it even better." This was being done by a boy who was just discovering girls. I teased him by pulling down the zipper on my jeans. His eyes opened wide. "I can do it for real?" I zipped back up. "Well, if we had time," I said with fake sadness as the bus turned into the school bus way. Larry managed to avoid springing a boner in PE. He told me later he spent all of PE thinking of Carlos, Skyler, and Tim. Even though Skyler is a good looking kid and the other two aren't bad, that thought would have kept me soft too. Well, maybe, after all I did jerk off with Carlos and Skyler. All of us but Q and Jung bought lunch that day. It was macaroni and cheese which was always a favorite. Larry's tray was partially blocking his crotch so I couldn't tell if he was hard. It turns out he wasn't, but that state of affairs didn't last long. "I'm eating first, and then I'll pay," Larry announced as he sat down. "You should have to show it the whole time we're at the table," Ben said. Q came to Larry's defense. "We never set a time limit. You just had to show your boner to at least two of us." The rest of the crew agreed with Q and Ben didn't pursue his argument any further. I was sitting to Larry's right and was ready to see his erection and grab it. Q was sitting on the other side of him and I knew Q wanted the same thing. I remember how scared I was that morning. I was afraid I'd get hard in PE and thought about boys I didn't like to try to keep me from boning up. But I was so afraid of what was still to come, I doubt I could have gotten a boner even if I wanted to. Q, Perry, and Daniel could have done a lot to try getting me hard, but being the good friends they were they kept quiet. The three of them knew that paybacks could be harsh and they knew I'd have no problem paying them back, which I'm sure was a factor. As soon as I got to the lunchroom after PE, I got into the lunch line with Q. I looked around for Phil and saw he was already clearing with the cashier. I hoped he was going to save me the seat next to him so he could do what he promised. That thought actually started to create a bit of a stirring in my groin. But when I got to our lunch table I was only slightly tumescent. I smiled to myself when I saw the empty seat next to Phil. The way everything went it almost made me want to get hard in PE again. I had Phil on my right side and Q on my left side. I told them I'd eat first and then make my payment. Ben objected, but Q came to my defense. I was a hungry pubescent boy and I cleared out the mac and cheese, carrots, and chocolate chip cookies in record time. My seat was situated so that the others in the lunchroom would have a limited view of me. This was the seat we'd used before and nobody had been caught yet. After I took my last bite, I opened my belt and the button on my pants. Q and Phil turned their heads to watch what I was doing. Q looked at the other four boys at the table and clandestinely pointed down to my crotch. I was wearing boxers knowing it would be much easier to pull my dick out of the front. No way was I going to try pulling the front of my underpants down. I was now rock hard. Since the payment was to expose an erection to two others in our group I was very pleased—being hard right away meant I wouldn't have to stay exposed for long. By the time I got my hard little member out I was rock hard. I looked at Q and Phil. "Happy?" "Not quite," Phil said. "I told you I would do something." He reached under the table and wrapped his fingers around my now straining erection. He moved his fingers up and down making me think he was going to jerk me off right here in the lunchroom. The feelings quickly building up in me made me want him to take things all the way, but the fears that still resided in me made me want him to stop. I pushed his hand away and he didn't resist. Before I could zip up, Q got his fondling in, but he did make it quick. While Q had his hand on my dick, Jung leaned over and took a quick peek at my junk. "Nice, as always," the little Korean boy said. I zipped and closed up my pants. When we got off of the bus after school, we discussed whether I should have let Phil jerk me off, if, indeed, he was planning on going that far. We agreed that before the school year was over, somebody was going to jerk somebody off in the lunchroom. The only question was, who was going to do it to whom? On Thursday night I slept with Troy, but we didn't have sex. "I want to be totally horny tomorrow might," I told my big brother. "You're really falling for this Larry dude, aren't you?" Troy grinned. "No, we're just good friends. Him and his friends like to mess around and I want to play around, too." "Oh, so there will be others there tomorrow?" I shook my head. "It's just me and Larry tomorrow." "Is he taking the place of Andy?" "Maybe. He could end up my best friend. I like him a lot." Then, thinking about what I'd just said I explained myself. "I like him a lot as a best friend." "Whatever. You're not gay are you, little bro?" "Fuck no. You and me mess around. Does that mean you're gay?" "Good point, but we're doing it as brothers who love each other, not as bed buddies who might be boyfriends even if they don't know it." "Best friend. Bed buddy. Me and Larry might get to be that. But boyfriends? I don't think so." "Well, if he does end up being your boyfriend I'd be cool with it." "Really? You've never even met him." "Anybody who can get you working on your homework every day ranks right up there with me." He kissed my forehead. "When do I get to meet the love of your life?" "Would you stop saying that shit? It isn't like that at all." Troy kissed my forehead again. "Let's get to sleep, little bro." I snuggled up to his strong body like I always did when we slept together. The fact that he didn't comment on what I'd just said didn't escape me. The next day was overnight day. Larry and I both tried to act cool about it during school. It was hard to be cool about it during lunch. Q and Jung, the usual suspects, gave us a hard time about our spending the night together. Of course much of their kidding was of a sexual nature. Perry joined in as well, but as usual Daniel and Ben were their quiet selves. Since I was riding the bus all the way to Larry's house, we got more kidding on the bus. Ben didn't get off at his usual east side stop. He and Daniel got off at Daniel's usual stop. Jung stayed on the bus to the next stop, which was Larry's. "You guys have fun getting to know each other," Jung instructed us during the short ride between stops. "Try keeping the sheets clean." "You have a dirty mind, Jung," Larry said. "And this surprises you?" he smirked. Nobody had said anything during the day about getting together with us at Larry's house, or anybody else's house, after school. It was as if there was an unwritten agreement that the day belonged to just Larry and me. The bus arrived at the stop and we all disembarked. As the bus pulled away, Q grabbed my crotch. "Whoa, nice and hard," he announced after he let me go. "The dude is ready for action." I was about to protest to Q when I realized that I really had to get used to the openness of Larry and his friends. Nobody thought twice when it came to grabbing each other's junk. Perry, Jung, and Q headed in the direction of Q's house. I knew there would be something sexual happening between them, but wasn't sure what. Just thinking about it, my cock got even harder than it had been. I hoped I'd be invited to join in on their fun soon. Larry's mother was home. He told me she almost always had Friday off. We noisily entered the house. Larry surprised me by giving his mom a big hug. I would have been totally embarrassed to hug my mother in front of a friend. I mean, no boys in middle school hugged their mothers, right? I was pleased that the snack of the day was chocolate chip cookies with milk. Larry was right when he told me snacks weren't healthy foods every day. "I thought your friends would be joining you for a while," Larry's mother Sandy said. "They all had other plans today," Larry told her. Yeah, like jerking off together, I thought. I would learn very soon that the group's sexual adventures would go beyond jerking off. What I did know was that I badly wanted to do "real" sex with Larry and hoped he wanted to do the same thing with me. I think I surprised Phil by hugging my mom when we got into the kitchen. I know I surprised myself. Not that I never hugged my mother, because I liked a nice hug from both of my parents. I just didn't like getting the hugs in front of my friends, which is why my bouncing in and hugging my mother in front of my new best friend was a bit out of character. As I munched my cookies, I couldn't take my eyes off of Phil. He was so cool looking; he was cute while at the same time he had a tough look about him. Just looking at him sitting at the kitchen table made me hard. Then he started checking me out, so I shifted my eyes to the next cookie, hoping he hadn't caught me looking at him. I knew he was staring at me, so I took a quick glance over to him. He aborted his stare as quickly as I had done with him. "You two boys are certainly quiet," mom said. "This is a lot different than when you have the whole gang over." "We're still getting to know each other," I told her, hoping she would accept that excuse, although how we could get to know each other by not talking was a concept I hoped I didn't have to sell. "Yeah, we talked all during lunch and on the bus ride home. Now we're just getting to know each other," Phil agreed. Or getting to look at each other, I thought. When we finished our milk and cookies we sprinted up to my room. I started to pull off my shirt and tossed it on the bed. "What are you doing?" Phil asked. "Getting out of my school clothes." I opened my pants and unzipped. "Um, except for fresh undies and socks, these are all the clothes I brought." "So? Take them off until dinner. Nobody's gonna care what we wear in my room." "That's good enough for me." Phil was soon stripped down to his t-shirt, white briefs, and socks, just like I was. I was secretly pleased as to how open he was about stripping down. He'd removed his underpants the two times he'd been in my room, and I knew he'd be doing that again later. "Did it bother you when Q grabbed your wiener after we got off the bus?" I asked. "A little. But I remembered how you guys seem to like doing that kind of stuff, so then I was good with it. I should've got him back." "He would have liked it." "If I'm gonna be part of your group of friends, we need to have a name. I'm tired of us just being a bunch of friends. We need to have something like...I dunno...like...I can't think of the word I want." "How about we need an identity?" "That's the word. You're a lot smarter with words and shit than I am." "Well, you're a lot smarter with numbers than me. I can sure see that in math class." I knew Phil would be getting an A in math if he would just do the work. "You're way smarter than me in everything." It was time to change the subject. "I bet you would get an A in kissing if it was part of a class." "It should be taught in sex education." "And then we get to practice what we learned?" I liked where this was going. "Yep." "Would you practice on boys or on girls?" I don't know why I asked that. Of course he would practice on girls. As I saw it there was no way that this macho little bantam rooster was gay. Phil gave me a shy smile and said very quietly, "I'd want to practice on you." Those words and the way he said them gave me goose bumps along with a warm feeling. My erection got even harder, if that was possible. So far, neither of us had commented on the status of our cocks. "Do you want to practice now?" I asked with the same quiet shyness. "I dunno, maybe." "Your boner says that you do." There it was, the first mention of what was bulging out our underpants. "So does yours. When we kissed on your bed on Halloween we both kinda had cums." "You had more than kind of a cum. You left your stuff on my underpants." Phil gave me a sexy grin. "What did you do with it?" "Left it on my undies." "Haven't you washed it off yet?" My red face answered that question. "Where did you put the undies?" "They're in the hamper." "Oh, so you decided to wash them." "Well, yeah. I...um...wore them to school on Tuesday." "That was the day you boned up in the shower." "The undies had nothing to do with it. I was naked when that happened." Phil giggled and said, "Your undies had my magic cum on them, that's why you boned up." I gave him my first big smile since we'd walked into my room. "I want to make your magic cum...um...come out again," I told him. "I want it on me this time." "I can put it in you," he said. "I mean if you want." "How?" I asked, hoping he was talking about me sucking him off and not about him putting his dick in my ass. No way was he doing that. "Take off your undies and I'll show you." "I don't want to do sex yet; that's for tonight." "Please. I'm just gonna show you, that's all." Things with Larry got sexier and sexier after we finished our cookies. Now I was in his room with both of us in t-shirts and underpants. We both had boners and had talked about sex almost from the moment we'd entered his bedroom. I wanted to show Larry what he'd have to do if he wanted my cum inside of him. I wanted his dick in my mouth, not to suck him off, but just to show him what I was talking about. It wasn't my fault that he was making me so horny I could hardly think. I asked him to take off his underpants so I could show him what I meant. How many kids our age know anything about blow jobs? I knew he messed around with his friends, and that they jerked each other off and dry humped each other. But none of them ever talked about blow jobs in the week or so I've gotten to know them. I wanted to show him that sucking a dick was okay. I thought if I put his dick in my mouth, then he'd be okay with putting my dick in his mouth. He grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, but not off. He was so hard his cock was throbbing. His pubic area was free of any kind of hair, his balls were small and tight. His cock was a little bit bigger than mine, maybe three-and-a-half inches to my three, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to put it into my mouth. Larry leaned back, pulling his boxers below his knees, his three plus inches of boy cock pulsing. I was literally drooling while at the same time I was afraid he would hate me for putting his cock in my mouth. Horniness trumped fear and I knelt between his legs. He spread them wider as if he knew exactly what I planned to do. When his boxers constrained his legs, he used his right foot to push them down until he was able to kick them off. Except for his socks he was completely naked. For the first time I truly noticed his smoothness. His legs, balls, pubic area, belly, face, all of him didn't have even a hint of fuzz, let alone hair. "If you suck me I'm gonna cum right away," Larry whispered. So, he does know what I was going to do, I thought. He wasn't stopping me, or chiding me about being gay, or discouraging me. All he said was if I put his dick in his mouth he would cum. "Good," I told him. "Then you'll last longer tonight." That's how it worked with Troy and me. I put my lips around the head of his cock and worked my tongue on it. His smells rose from his body. He smelled a little of soap and smelled a lot of boy. Putting his cock in my mouth was more like doing Andy than doing Troy. What I remember from Troy is the strong, musky smells of teenage boy. I took in more of Larry's cock. His erection was easier to take deep into my mouth than Troy's, and was more fun to have in my mouth than Keegan or Carlos or Skyler. Larry moaned, and shivered, and then shook. He grabbed my head and pushed his cock to the back of my mouth and let out a long, "Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," and his cock shimmied in my mouth. He hadn't lasted ten seconds. I really never had a chance to suck on his boner. "Oh, shit," he gasped, "I don't believe it...I don't believe it." I backed away and sat next to him on his bed, watching his cock deflate. "Are you mad at me?" I asked him sincerely. "For what?" "For sucking you. You must think I'm gay or something, but I needed to show you how I can put my jizz in you. I didn't mean for you to cum." "It's cool." He put his arm around my bare shoulder. "Serious. I've done it, so it's cool." "You've given somebody a blow job?" "More than one somebody." Even after all the stuff we'd already done, I'd never thought of Larry as having sucked cock. I still couldn't imagine it. "I guess it wasn't your first time either," he said, squeezing me close to him. "Nope. Me and Andy, and um...well...yeah, me and Andy's done it." "I've never had anybody shoot in my mouth." "I have." Larry nodded. "You share a bedroom with your big brother." He understood perfectly. "Yeah, we do it," I admitted. "I hope you don't think I'm weird." "I just wish I had a big brother." He leaned in and kissed me hard on the lips. "I've never cum that quick in my life," he said after he broke the kiss. "That had to have been a record." "I won't be that quick tonight," he grinned. He looked down at the bulge in my briefs. "You might be if we don't take care of it." He reached down and slid his hand inside of the waistband, his fingers wrapping around my three inch erection. I moaned involuntarily. He started masturbating me inside my somewhat tight briefs. I could feel his fingers and I could feel some of my cock rubbing on the cotton of the briefs and I could feel my balls packed into the crotch of the briefs and I could feel me cumming. I tilted my head back and moaned, feeling my cock twitch and pulse and spasm and shoot. "Ewww, I got your cum all over my fingers," Larry squealed. He sounded almost like a girl, but I let that go by. "Oh, fuck that felt so good." Larry pulled his hand out of my briefs, rubbing my clear emission in his fingers. I shook my head as I came back down to earth. "You came pretty fast, too," Larry pointed out. "Yeah, now I can't make fun of you being fast. And all you did was jerk me off. He looked at his fingers. "I better wash my hand." "Taste it." "Serious?" "If I'm gonna cum in your mouth you should taste it first and now's your chance." Larry put his middle and index fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, which I thought looked very sexy. "Well, how does it taste?" "It's not something I'd want for dessert, but I guess it's okay." His mother's voice calling us to dinner came from downstairs. Larry grabbed his underpants and I dared him not to wear them to dinner. "Only if you don't wear yours." I yanked my briefs off. They were a little wet in the front and I was happy to shed them. I pulled my shirt and jeans back on, while Larry donned a t-shirt and sweats. Knowing that he had nothing on under those sweats started getting me turned on again. "That wasn't real sex, right?" Larry asked. "That wasn't real sex," I assured him, not that either one of us was really sure what real sex was. The way we defined it that day was that it was sex we did to intentionally have an orgasm as opposed to the now three orgasms we'd had together. To us, we hadn't planned to do something to get us off; it just happened. Dinner was good. Larry's mother was a good cook—in fact, she still is. Dinner was spaghetti and meat balls, Caesar salad, and cherry cobbler with vanilla ice cream for dessert. I could deal with eating like this, although Larry said they had their days of leftovers and quickie meals, too. We played rummy with Larry's parents and then watched some TV. I wanted to go upstairs and mess around, but Larry said that it could wait. "Once we get naked, I want to stay naked," he said. I couldn't disagree. We finally told Larry's parents that we were going up to his room to play video games and watch some TV. To me, just the fact that Larry had a television in his room was impressive. Larry's mom and dad each gave him a quick good-night hug, which he accepted. He gave his mother a peck on the cheeks as I walked up to Art, Larry's father. I shook hands with Art and told him good-night. I was about to shake hands with his mother, Sandy, but she didn't give me the chance. Instead, she got out of her easy chair, put her arms around me, and gave me a tight hug. It was the first hug I'd had from an adult in a long time. "We're very happy Larry found you," she said. "Or you found Larry, whichever the case may be," Art chimed in. "You're sweet boy and a fine young gentleman. You are welcome to our house anytime." I battled my embarrassment and this unexpected acceptance by Larry's parents. After all, I became a friend of her son because I was part of a gang that was planning to kick the shit out of him. "Thank you for the very good spaghetti," I finally managed to say. "It was very delicious." Sandy released me and I backed a couple of steps away. Then I got a surprise hug from Larry's father. "I second that, young man. You fit into Larry's group of friends just fine." I didn't know why I wouldn't fit in with them, but I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the manly hug. I got hugs from Troy, but it wasn't the same as getting one from a father, any father. I thanked Art and Sandy and was rescued by Larry heading up the stairs to his room. Art let me go and I dashed after my friend, hoping the tears I felt wouldn't come flooding out. Even at Andy's house I didn't feel this loved. When we got to the top of the stairs, I could see that Phil's eyes were moist. "Are you okay?" I asked him. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just got some dust or something in my eye is all." "I don't know what's more embarrassing, having my parents hug me in front of you or having them hug you in front of me." "I wasn't embarrassed," I said honestly. "For real?" I nodded. "Cool, because I know they really like you." I'd told my parents about Phil's father being away with the army and about how his family life wasn't always the greatest. I figured that was the reason for the hugs, tonight. I had the best parents in the world, even if they got a little too hug happy sometimes. Don't get me wrong, hugs are great, but only in private. I liked Q's idea of telling them he was allergic to hugs. I thought that maybe I should start sneezing whenever a mom hug started coming in front of my friends. We both knew we weren't going to be playing any video games and we weren't going to be watching any TV, at least not right now. We were both ready to have our first "real" sex. But, after "accidently" getting each other off three times in just over a week, we suddenly weren't sure how to go where we wanted to go. We each had an unexpected case of nervousness and embarrassment. "Um...yeah, now what?" I asked. "I dunno, it seemed easier when we just did it." "I'm kind of scared." "Me too, and I don't know why. I mean we've both done this with guys before." What Phil said was true, which made it hard to figure out why we should be nervous about it. "You're gonna shoot in my mouth." "Only if you give me a blow job. And you just tasted my cum before dinner and you're still alive." "Maybe it would be easier to start if we got naked," I suggested. "Sounds like a good idea to me." Phil pulled off his shirt and yanked down his jeans so fast it was almost a blur. He wasn't hard as his skinny cocklet hung down two inches at most. "You got naked fast." "Well, aren't you going to join me?" "Yeah, but I think I know what the problem is." Phil looked at me, obviously expecting me to finish. "It's calling this `real sex'." "So?" "Me and my friends always say we're messing around. We never say we're doing sex." Phil pondered this for a moment and then said, "And Troy and I never say we're having sex, because we're brothers. Andy and I kinda knew we were having sex." He was starting to play with his flaccid penis. "So, I guess that means we're going to have our first real sex instead of just messing around. I guess that is kinda scary." My reply was to strip off my clothes almost as fast as he had. I was flaccid as well, my hairless cock sticking to the smooth balls underneath it. "We need to get hard." Phil's reply was to push me down on my bed and to get on top of me. His lips met mine and we kissed lightly. The kiss quickly escalated to a hard kiss, and then became more when Phil pushed his tongue into my mouth. I welcomed its entry and our little tongues started wrestling. My cock was becoming tumescent and I could feel his hard-on pushing against my groin. It didn't take long for us to shuck our nerves and develop erections. We had morphed from two boys unsure of themselves to two horny pubescent boys. Just like Halloween night, we couldn't stop kissing, except to come up for air. Phil started humping me with his hard cock. We traded spit, our tongues fought, I grabbed his tight buns, and he bounced on top of me, as our boy cocks dueled each other. We rolled over on our sides, our arms around each other, our hands exploring everywhere. We moaned into each other's mouths. Suddenly I was on top and humping Phil, at least until we rolled again and he was on top of me. "I'm gonna cum," Phil gasped. "Shit, so am I." I could barely get the words out of my mouth. Phil pushed hard against me and shoved his tongue into my mouth. "Oh, fuck...fuck...fuck...shit...here it cums," he groaned. I could feel his cock spasm and felt my belly get wet from his clear young boy cum. I rolled us on our sides and rubbed my cock over his belly until a few seconds later my body shook with a violent dry cum. We lay on the bed facing each other, panting as we recovered from our sexual adventure. We kissed lightly. I kissed his lips, his cheeks, his neck, and found myself kissing his nipples, which became hard when my tongue started licking them. "I thought we were going to suck each other," Phil finally said. "You mean you're only good for two cums today?" "If you got three in you, I got three in me." Our cocks had barely gone down, even after our wild orgasms. Oh, how nice it was to be eleven, just a bit short of hitting puberty. Recovery time was often short and sweet. We resumed our kissing. I couldn't get enough of touching Phil and the same seemed to be true of him regarding me. Of course, our cocks went back to rubbing together and we soon were fully rutting. We were hot and sweaty, our bodies sliding in the wetness in some places and sticking together in others. Phil's unruly black hair was damp, his bangs plastered to his forehead. To my young mind he looked incredibly sexy. Hell, he still looks incredibly sexy. I knew instinctively where this would end up if we kept going the way we were, so I broke off the kiss and rolled away from Phil's damp body. "What are you doing?" Phil asked. "We were going good." I gave him yet another silent answer as I scooted down and placed his cock into my mouth for the first of hundreds of times. "Oh yeah, fuck, you're doing good," Phil moaned. His cock wasn't nearly as long as Q's. We later measured him at three inches, compared to Q's almost four. But Phil's cock was thicker than the Q's slender stick. I loved it right away. I loved the smell of Phil's sweaty crotch. I loved the taste of his boy tool. I loved having a part of Phil inside of me. My mouth was soon touching his bare pubic mound. I noticed a few tiny hairs, so small they were all but invisible unless you had your face in his crotch like I did. I put my lips tightly around Phil's boy erection and lifted my head, sucking his tube until only the head was in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head and took his length back in, playing with his beautiful, smooth ball sac as I did so. Phil moaned with pleasure, his hand playing with my sweaty hair. I picked up the pace, but after a dozen or so times up and down the shaft, Phil stopped me. "What are you doing?" I asked. "We were going good." Phil grinned as I repeated his earlier words. Another silent reply was the answer. He shifted around on the bed so that he faced in the opposite direction and for the second time that day my cock entered his mouth. Sixty-nine, I thought. I'm glad I got that figured out with my friends. Now we were sucking in earnest. As young as we were and as turned on as we were, we were working on our third cums. But, we were working on them with a great deal of energy and enthusiasm. I was now lost in the feeling of having part of Phil in me and having part of me in Phil. We soon were engaged in enthusiastic mouth fucking. My bed was shaking as our bodies bounced and our mouths and tongues worked. The feeling I experienced for the first time less than a year ago was building in me. It was the greatest feeling in the world. I knew I was about to explode with body shaking sensations and bright colors. I let out a muffled moan as I drove my hard boy penis as far as I could into my friend's mouth and shook violently to a raw dry cum. As my cock died down I kept working on Phil's cock. I was losing my enthusiasm for sex as the hormones that had built up in me ebbed, but I knew what I needed to do. I wanted Phil to have the great feeling that I had plus I wanted to taste his light load in my mouth. I was grateful when Phil let my sensitive little cock drop out of his mouth. I hoped he would shoot soon because my mouth was getting tired. Then I heard a sharp yelp, his pace picked up, and his three inch steel stick twitched hard in my mouth. Phil groaned with each twitch. He pulled his cock out when he was satisfied. I didn't taste anything different than I had when I sucked Q or another of my friends. Nothing had come out of Phil's boner. "You didn't shoot," I told Phil as we adjusted ourselves on the bed so our heads were on the pillows resting next to the headboard. "Sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn't. Once I just got a drop that kinda like leaked out. Troy said that's how it is sometimes when you first start making cum." "How often do you cum? I mean you just had your first time a week ago." "I been doing it a couple of times a day or more, except yesterday when I was saving as much as I could for you." "Serious?" "Totally." I pondered that for a moment. "But I wanted you to shoot it in my mouth to see what it was like." Phil sensed my disappointment and rolled on his side, draping his left arm over me. "We'll have plenty more chances for that." "Yep, we sure will." We both grinned and kissed. "I guess that was real sex," Phil decided. "We starting doing stuff to really make ourselves cum." "I liked it." Phil nodded and said quietly, "So did I. I liked it big time." We finally took care of brushing and peeing and washing and snuggled up in bed, both of us still butt naked. "I can't wait for the next time," I said. "That was the best." "Yeah, it was real." I couldn't believe that just over a week ago Phil pretty much hated me and was ready to beat me and my friends up in my own neighborhood. And now, a week later, I was sleeping naked with him after we had three orgasms together, and five in the last week. For a moment my brain swirled with confusion. Then I said to myself, "Fuck it, he's one of my best friends," and I fell asleep, enjoying the touch and the heat of Phil's naked body. I had my arm around my new friend. It felt just right. The entire night felt just right. I knew most adults would be angry at us for what we did, but I didn't care. Troy would say, "Good for you guys." I'd only known Larry for a week, and here I was in bed with him, naked and cuddled up. The last week had been a whirlwind for me as I went from wanting to kick the shit out of Larry to wanting him to be my best friend. But I was scared. The only best friend I ever had left me, leaving me confused and angry. I wanted to have a best friend because Andy had shown me how special that was, but I didn't want to go through the hurt of losing that friend another time. I snuggled tighter to the beautiful boy sleeping next to me. To me he was beautiful inside and out. I had been as mean to him as one boy could be to another, yet he had accepted me into his house the day of the big fight that pretty much didn't happen. Even though I was confused, I knew one thing for sure. I had never felt this warm and comfortable and safe and loved in bed since the last time Andy and I slept together before I found out he was moving. Sure I had those feelings when I slept with Troy, but as much as I loved him and respected him, in the end he was my brother. The boy my cock and my entire body was touching was something else altogether—he was special. My thoughts returned to the present as I jogged into the driveway of our lakeside house. I tried to jog three to four times a week. I jogged in the evenings on work days and in the mornings if it was a day off. Of course, baseball season changed my routine, especially when I started coaching my summer team. This summer I would be coaching our summer program's fourteen and under team; boys of twelve to fourteen who were just finishing seventh and eighth grades, with a few freshmen as well. Larry was awake when I entered the house. He'd obviously just finished showering and was wearing just a bathrobe and slippers. We exchanged kisses and I headed to the bedroom to strip and shower. I couldn't help but contemplate how fulfilling my life was. When I looked back at my often confusing youth I couldn't help but be grateful for who and what I had. I was truly blessed. Next: The Wonkeys