Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2016 20:42:41 -0800 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: Rough Edges Chapter 41 CHAPTER 41 GROWING UP Welcome back for another chapter. The boys deal with the trials of puberty. Please remember that to donate to the Nifty Archive to keep the stories rolling. "Do you remember the night I apologized to you and everybody else after my major funk?" I asked Larry as we sat out on the deck eating BLTs and drinking lemonade. "Which funk are we talking about?" he asked with a sly grin. I flipped him a friendly bird. "The one right at the end of seventh grade." "I knew that was the one you meant, but I had to get my dig in." "Only because you like being a sadistic bastard." "Well, you were a bit volatile at times back then. But that funk was a major surprise because everything was going so well for you and you hadn't had any meltdowns worse than the rest of us hormone-driven adolescents." "I think the term to describe me at that time is `asshole'. I thought I was entitled to the worship of the world around me." "That is pretty close to the book definition of asshole," Larry agreed. "And yes, I remember that night—how could I forget it? What you did to me took things to a new level. It was some pretty serious sex, especially for two young bucks like you and me." Larry certainly had that right. As I thought back to that night, I recalled that after making my amends I told Larry I wanted to do something special to him. "You're not going to fuck me are you?" he asked. "Nah, I can wait until you turn thirteen." "What about one hundred and thirteen?" "I think I'll wear your ass out totally by then." "Maybe," was all he said. Even though we had all but agreed to have anal sex when Larry turned thirteen, he often got a case of cold feet—or was that cold ass cheeks? Whatever, I was willing to wait a couple of months for his birthday, but I wasn't going to wait forever. "Let's shower," I suggested. After being in school all day followed by having a long, hard baseball practice, a shower sounded good before we hit the sack—and I do mean hit. Larry's parents were used to us showering together, so we weren't concerned about what they thought of our evening shower—or at least that was what we told each other. Larry and I always washed each other's backs, butts, and hair. This time I paid very close attention to Larry's butt, washing it deep with a wash cloth. "Damn, you're sure Jonesing on my ass tonight," Larry said. "Do you like it?" "Yeah, having somebody touch my ass always feels good, but you've never washed it that hard and deep." Larry and I didn't know it at the time, but he was foreshadowing our future sex life. "You're going to like what I'm gonna do to you in bed even better." I wasn't sure how I would like what I was about to do, but I wanted to give it a try. I know I really liked being on the receiving end when Keegan did it to me. Yep, I was planning on rimming my boyfriend. I didn't know the term rimming then, but I did know what I was going to do. If Keegan could do it, I could do it—I mean I was supposed to be the gay brother, right? After we returned to Larry's room, he pulled back the covers of his bed. We flopped next to each other, our still dampish bodies touching. We were both rock hard; Larry had gotten boned up while I washed his ass. Just showering together didn't get us hard any more—the act had become routine, like showering in PE. "I want to do something to you that Keegan did to me," I informed Larry. "I'm not fucking," he insisted. "We already agreed when we're going to fuck and it won't be tonight. We also agreed it would be the first time for both of us, which means Keegan has never fucked me. But this has to do with your butt." "So, surprise me." I knew Larry knew about rimming, but I don't think he was expecting me to actually do it. "Get on your stomach," I instructed him. He obeyed me and displayed his beautiful smooth, white, shiny ass. I got myself into position by getting on my belly between his spread legs. I opened his ass cheeks and admired his clean, pink grommet. Doing this sounded totally gross, but I wanted to do it. After all, what self-respecting thirteen-year-old boy is truly put off by grossness? I kneaded his cheeks as I worked up the last ounce of courage I needed to do the dirty deed. "I know what you're going to do," Larry said, mumbling somewhat into his sheets. "What?" "You're going to lick my butthole." My answer was to do just that. I put my tongue into his crack and lightly touched his rose with it. I wondered if it would taste gross, but didn't let my thoughts stop me. I detected the aroma of boy as well as the smell and taste of soap. I had made sure his rear end was clean—the last thing I wanted was to detect the taste of shit, whatever shit tasted like. I started licking, working my tongue along his hole and then, much to my surprise, into his hole. Larry moaned, telling me that what I was doing felt good. His moaning got me to moaning. Both of us had our moans muted, Larry by his bottom sheet and me by Larry's butt. The sounds of each other's pleasure had us both turned on. Somehow my tongue started working its way into Larry's hole. I hadn't intended on doing that—Keegan had only licked me from the outside, he hadn't penetrated me. But my tongue was actually inside his hole. Larry started humping his sheet, making it hard for me to continue eating him out. I found myself humping the sheet as well. We both knew what we wanted, but before I gave in I licked and sucked on his hole making my boyfriend quietly squeal with delight. Finally, I moved off of Larry and turned him on his back. I dropped down on top of him and started humping his belly and cock. I kissed him, worried at first that he wouldn't want to kiss me because my tongue had been inside his ass, but that fact didn't stop him from kissing. We were both so turned on we knew we wouldn't last long. We were now kissing, and humping, and grunting, and moaning—our hands feeling each other up everywhere. Larry's right hand found my ass, and his finger went into my crack and started working my hole. The idea of asking him to lick my ass flew through my head, but I knew this wasn't the time. All I wanted right then was to shoot my load over the twelve-year-old underneath me. I heard a squeal from the warm, smooth, damp, slick body below me. I ground my cock hard into the groin of that body and felt a warm glow flow through me as my orgasm built up. "Fuck, Larry, I'm gonna cum." "Me, too...I can't hold back." Larry pushed up, I pushed down. The heat between us was intense. I heard my voice saying, "Shit!" and I heard an echoing, "Shit," from beneath me as my ass bounced and I pounded on my boyfriend and I shot my load with spasm after spasm after spasm. I felt our warm fluids as they intermingled between our bodies, covering our smooth skins with sweet boy cream. All I could think to say was, "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuck," as I came and then collapsed on my boyfriend. All I heard was our ragged breathing as I lay flat on Larry trying to regain my senses. The seconds passed until Larry said, "That was fucking intense." "No shit. That was an A+ orgasm—even Turdman would give it an A+." "Was it gross?" "Huh? How could our orgasm be gross? I mean we've shot our jizz on each other zillions of times." "No, I mean licking my butt—was that gross?" I rolled off of Larry and we turned on our sides facing each other. The semen on our bodies was dripping onto the sheet, but we didn't care. "I thought it would be, but it wasn't. You were, like, really, really clean and you tasted like soap." "I could feel your tongue push into my butt," he said. "Yeah, I don't know why I did that. But, it wasn't gross." "What did it taste like then?" "I dunno. I guess it tasted like Larry Sanders." Larry kissed me. "Your tongue went from my butt and then into my mouth." "Yeah, I thought you were gonna stop me from Frenching you." I looked into my lover's eyes. "Are you ever going to try it?" "Probably." "Like you're probably going to let me fuck you?" "No probably. I am going to let you fuck me," Larry grinned. "Really?" He nodded. "I've been telling you that. And you know what?" "What?" "If it feels even better than what we just did, it's going to be fucking awesome." We got out of bed to pee and clean ourselves up; we had already brushed and flossed and done all of that good stuff that keeps parents happy. "Do you think mom and dad heard us?" Larry asked as we pulled the covers over us. "We got way louder than usual." "Well, nobody came crashing through the door to find out what all of the noise was about, so if they did, they weren't too upset. I mean, think about it, they know we sleep together and they know we're horny boys. It's been a long time since I've slept in that shitty guest room." "Hey, it's an okay place. I mean it's part of my house." "Great, then you sleep in it sometime." Larry kissed the top of my nose and turned out the light. "I get the point." I slept great that night, with dreams I couldn't remember, but knew were pleasant. The next day at school was awesome, and the Wonkeys were still my friends. Even more importantly, Larry was my best friend—my boyfriend. Life was back to being good. I didn't realize it then, but not only had I survived another meltdown, I had learned from it. I had learned that even with my father out of my life, even with my mother working hard to support three kids on his child support and her own wages, even with Keegan keeping things stirred up, I had a lot to be grateful for. Maybe Troy's idea of listing what I was grateful for wasn't a bad idea. Even when all I did was make the list in my head, I felt better—more grounded. I had Troy, Larry, the Wonkeys, Mr. Roth, Larry's parents and, yes, my mother as people I was grateful for. I had also learned that my shit did indeed stink and I needed to remember that I wasn't the center of the universe. Not always easy to do when you're thirteen, but being aware of that defect was a good start. The biggest thing I was grateful for was all of the love in my life, from the love of my mother, the love of my brother, the love of my friends, to the love of my best friend on the planet—my boyfriend, Larry. The next morning, after the boys had left for school, Larry's mother decided it would be a good day to get the laundry out of the way. She went upstairs to Larry's room and found the bed in disarray. The covering was on the floor at the foot of the bed, the top sheet was scrunched up at the foot of the bed, and the bottom sheet was barely clinging to the mattress. Larry was normally very good about either making his bed, or putting the sheets into the hamper, but sometimes his thirteen-year-old self had his irresponsible moments. She rolled the top sheet up and put it in the clothes basket. When she reached for the bottom sheet she noticed lots of stains. "My Goodness, what's on the sheet?", she exclaimed out loud. "Hmmmmmm," she muttered as she took a closer look. "It looks like dried semen, but there's so much of it. It must be from both Phil and Larry, but what were they doing? I better talk to Art about this." It wasn't the presence of the stains that was different, but how much of the sheet was covered. Normally, she pulled the sheets out of the hamper, into the basket, then into the washing machine without a close inspection. She had grown up with two brothers, so she understood what pubescent boys did in their beds. She rolled up the bottom sheet, tossed it into the basket, and headed for the laundry room. Later, that evening, Sandy and her husband were watching TV alone in the living room. At the conclusion of the program they were watching, Sandy spoke quietly to her husband. "Can we turn off TV? I have something I'd like to talk to you about." "OK, what's up?" "This morning, I did the laundry and washed the sheets from Larry's bed. The bottom sheet had a large section literally covered with some dried body fluid. There was so much there it had to have come from both of the boys." "I suspect you're right. They both should have reached puberty by now and could be having what are called 'wet dreams.' While a young pre-teen or teenager is in deep sleep, he can develop an erection and actually emit semen onto the sheet." "I understand that...I had two brothers, remember? But both Phil and Larry on the same night?" Mrs. Sanders asked curiously "Well, it could be possible, but not probable. What are you thinking that perhaps they masturbated themselves?" "That thought crossed my mind, but it's all so new to me that my baby could be growing up and able to make babies!" "My guess is that the boys, once in bed together, developed erections. As they explored this new development, it would only be a matter of seconds and they'd both reach orgasm." "Perhaps we should be more concerned about their overnights, making sure they sleep in separate beds," Sandy replied. "Listen, honey, since the beginning of time young boys have been experimenting with their penises, having erections and emissions. It's a normal and natural part of growing up. Neither is it unusual for boys their age to share in the experience. In a few years, they grow out of it and most boys become more private in their behaviors and have less frequent emissions." "I realize no harm has been done and I didn't know young boys were so sharing in their sexual experiences. This talk has helped me, Frank." She tried to remember if she ever suspected her brothers of experimenting with other boys, but she couldn't recall any instance of it. It never occurred to her that they may have experimented with each other. Art rose out of his chair, came over to his wife, pulled her up to a standing position, gave her a kiss, and said, "All this talk about sex has me excited more than usual. Let's turn out the lights and go up to bed." I was happy to see Phil back to being his positive self. I had been afraid he would be angry at my talking to Mr. Roth about him, but all he said to me was that Mr. Roth and I both helped him and he got what he needed. Looking back at it from his perspective as an adult, Phil admitted to being a bit peeved, but also to heeding Troy's advice before going ballistic—pause before acting. The week after school was out, I threw a one-hit shutout against the fifth- place team in our eight-team league. Since the team we were tied with lost, the win broke a tie for first. We would stay in first until the end of the season. The day after we clinched first place, we had a Wonkey barbeque at Daniel's house, followed by a sleepover at Q's house. While Daniel's parents could put on a good food fest, with swimming in the pool included, they weren't big on long-term company, meaning overnight company. The fact that we were loud, rowdy, wild, and somewhat nasty in the pool solidified their stance. The frightening thing was, we were all basically well- behaved kids. Q's parents were used to our overnights, and left us alone. While all of the Wonkeys, along with Ben's little brother Devon, were at the barbeque, Jung and Ben couldn't spend the night. Surprisingly, Devon could. Why he could and Ben couldn't is a long story. Why the ten-year-old stayed with a cadre of young teens is another story—it was because Daniel invited him to. Since none of us could foresee the future, we didn't see the significance of Devon sleeping with Daniel. We gave Daniel a hard time about robbing the cradle, but he took it in good stride. "Devon gives me boners faster than you guys," he said. We all knew how slow Daniel could be when it came to getting hard. "We rest our case," Jung announced. "You are robbing the cradle for sex." "Hey, I'm ten," Devon reminded us. "I don't live in no cradle." We knew that Devon had lost his cherry to Ben when he was nine so what happened in that sleeping bag after lights out didn't surprise us. "Anybody who lets Daniel shove his big thing up his butt twice in one night sure isn't from the cradle," Jung said in the morning. There were no secrets during Wonkey sleepovers. "I can even take your little thing," Devon smirked as we dressed minimally for breakfast. Little Devon was turning into a bigger horn dog than his big brother. It wasn't long after the party that Devon officially became the youngest member of the Wonkeys. Phil and I had a big summer surprise not long after that sleepover. Somehow, July had snuck up on us. The Fourth of July was on Sunday that year and Phil was spending the entire holiday weekend at my house. Monday was also a holiday, and I would spend it at his house. We had our first playoff game scheduled on Tuesday evening. We hadn't decided who was staying where—after all, we might yet have a Wonkey get-together planned by then. Not long after Phil rode his bike to my house my dad informed us there would be an important meeting after dinner. "Larry's mom and I have some things to discuss with the two of you," was all he said. Phil and I went out to the backyard to play some Whiffle Ball, but our minds were more on the upcoming meeting than on playing a game. "They know," I said. "Know what?" Phil asked. "That we're gay and we're boyfriends." "So, we're going to tell them anyway," he reminded me. "Yeah, like when we're in high school or something." "You worry too much," he told me. "Let's go play Whiffle Ball and forget about whatever they're going to say." We played, but my heart wasn't in it and Phil kicked my ass 15-6. After a delicious dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, Phil and I helped clean up. Phil kept giving me looks that said everything was cool, so I kept giving him looks back that said we're in deep doo doo. The meeting ended up being entirely different than we expected. "As you know," my father started out, "we're taking Larry to Disneyland for his thirteenth birthday." I had found that out the day after school let out for the summer, and had made no attempt to keep it a secret. Phil and I nodded in unison, wondering where this was going. "Well, Larry has been telling us how much more fun the trip would be if his best friend came along. So, we want Phil to know he is now officially invited to join us—if he wants to of course." "Duh, of course I want to," Phil said, which sounded kind of lame, but hey, I doubt I could have done any better. Yes, I'd begged and wheedled for Phil to be included in the trip, but there was no way I thought my parents would agree. This was as big a surprise to me as it was to Phil. Phil got off of the couch and gave my mom and dad each a hug. I think he was fighting back tears. Then he came over to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The hug didn't surprise me, but the kiss sure did. And yes, he had a couple of tears dribbling down his cheek. "I am really happy," Phil declared. "I can't believe I'm going to Disneyland with you guys." Then his face clouded over. "What if my mom says no?" "She's already said yes," my mother told him. "We thought we were in big trouble," I said, which was a mistake. Because, of course, my dad wanted to know why we would think we were in trouble. I managed to fumble my way through it by saying I might have forgotten to pick up my socks or something. I know it sounded lame, but I was never real good at ad-libbing. That finished it. I gave my parents each a hug as well, and then Phil and I went to my room to discuss our surprise. Needless to say, the sex we had later in the evening was first rate. I wasn't worried about the big meeting with Larry's parents. I mean even if it was about being gay, I knew them well enough to figure out they weren't going to throw us into a torture chamber. I wasn't even sure why Larry, who knew his parents way better than I did, had a problem with us just coming out to them. I mean if you think about it, they had to figure out there was something going on between us. Still, I couldn't believe the news when I heard it. I was actually going to Disneyland, and I was going with Larry. It was going to be the most fun trip of my life, no doubt about it. We were going to leave the day after Larry's birthday and be gone for two weeks. We would be driving down in the Sanders family's SUV. The only negative in my mind was that Troy wasn't going with us. The whole Fourth of July weekend was great. Larry and I had sex on Friday night. We spent the day playing Whiffle Ball in Larry's backyard with Perry, Q, Jung, and Tyson. We even snuck in some BJ's in the wooded area near the elementary school. I got to suck off Tyson and he did a nice job of returning the favor. Jung and Larry paired up as did Q and Perry. While we didn't get naked, we were all shirtless with our shorts pulled down to our knees, ready to yank them up if needed. We might as well have been naked, because by the time we detected anybody close to us it would have been too late to hide any nakedness. On the Fourth we watched the fireworks show in the valley. There were plenty of vendors and Larry and I had no problem finding food and drink. The lemonade stand was my favorite. It served freshly squeezed lemonade. I asked the owner how she made such great lemonade, and she showed me her secrets. At thirteen I was becoming quite the lemonade aficionado. I still use her secrets in preparing my own lemonade. Larry's overnight at my house went okay. I made sure to thank my mom for letting me go to California with Larry. She's really become a great mom since dad left, no more pills and all of that crap. Her only weakness was being lost when it came to dealing with Keegan, who was now fourteen. Keegan seemed to occupy an entirely different universe than the rest of us—drugs, alcohol, and partying were his way of life. Larry and I knew that Troy might want to play around sexually with us, and we were both cool with it. We were okay with Keegan playing around as well. When we got to my house in the early afternoon, Troy wasn't home and Keegan was in his bedroom with Skyler and some girl I didn't recognize. Keegan was naked, while Skyler was wearing just a t-shirt. Both of them were hard. The girl was naked except for a pair of panties. Her chest was almost flat like a boy's, with just a pair of nubs protruding. Keegan was rubbing them. I sniffed for the smell of pot, but didn't detect anything. "Hey dudes, want to join us?" Keegan asked. "This is Kiera, she's twelve and going into seventh grade this year." I was right about her being young. "She ain't no virgin. Me and Skyler took her cherry a couple of weeks ago." "Well, I took it since I was first," Skyler boasted. "She was so fucking tight. We were all stoned then, but this time we're doing it right." "Then we're going to a party and getting totally wasted," Keegan smirked. "Even Kiera, right Kiera?" The girl nodded. "Take your panties off and show my brother and his boyfriend your naked pussy," Keegan commanded. He looked over at us. "She's got no hair at all and don't bleed so me and Skyler can bareback her." "Did you say he's your brother's boyfriend?" Kiera asked in a shy voice, pointing at Larry. "Yeah, my little bro is a faggot, but I'm cool with it. Someday I'm gonna fuck his ass. Hey, maybe I can fuck your ass, too," he said to Kiera. "You guys have fun," I said. "We're gonna ride our bikes somewhere." Kiera got up from the bed and Keegan pulled down her light blue panties. "Watch her get down on me and suck my big old cock." Which is what she started doing as we left the room. I was rock hard, but I don't know if it was from seeing the boners of the two older boys or seeing Kiera standing naked in front of me. It was probably me thinking of all of them having sex. When Larry and I returned from our bike riding Skyler and Kiera were gone, but Troy and Keegan were there. Keegan was telling Troy about Kiera sucking his dick while Skyler fucked her. "Then I rested up and gave her the best fuck ever and I sucked Skyler off," he finished. "I'm gonna get me lots of pussy at the party tonight. I can't wait." "You'll get pussy if you don't pass out," Troy remarked. "The trick is to get the pussy before you pass out, doofus. Damn, you go to that AA shit and you miss out on all the fun." He looked over at Larry and me and said, "And there just ain't no gay boy parties anywhere. Sorry dudes." That night Larry, Troy, and I sat naked on his bed after wrestling around in our undies for a while. The three of us were sweaty and hard. We talked about when Larry and I were going to fuck. "Call it making love," Troy laughed. "Don't make it sound crass. I mean, you guys are boyfriends after all. Now, when are you going to do it? You know you both want to, but you keep putting it off." Larry surprised me by saying, "Right after we get back from California." "For real?" I asked. "Totally for real." "You're not fucking with me?" "No, I'll just be fucking you," he grinned. "I guess it's about time to do it, but..." "...but, you want to be thirteen." "Yep, thirteen and a man." "You guys are total goofballs," Troy laughed. "You're still boys when you're thirteen." "So, you're a man because you're sixteen?" I asked. "Pretty much." "Well, I'm man enough to suck your dick," Larry told him, and he quickly was between Troy's legs sticking my brother's six-and-a-half inch cock into his mouth. Larry couldn't take it all, but it was good enough for Troy, who lay back and moaned. I was jerking off watching what was unfolding on Troy's bed. I knew there'd be some sex between the three of us, but I had no idea how it would start. Well, it seemed to have started instantly. Larry gagged a few times as he worked on Troy's man-sized cock. He'd sucked Troy before, but was kind of tentative. This time he was attacking Troy's cock, trying to handle as much of it as he could—he was showing that he was a man. Troy finally convinced Larry that he didn't have to swallow him whole, and Larry relaxed, giving my brother the kind of blow job that he's good at—lots of licking, and in Troy's case, lots of sucking of the glans. Larry might not have had his nose buried in Troy's pubes like he did with me, but Larry's work satisfied Troy and he grunted, growled, cursed, and filled Larry's mouth with gobs of thick, teen cum. "Damn, Larry you suck good cock. I'd love to have you and Phil do me back-to-back sometime." "Why, so you can see who's best?" I asked with a hint of sass in my voice. "Get over yourself, bro. I might just want to get double the fun from two hot eighth graders." I was properly chagrined—I really did have a lot of growing up left to do, and Troy had no problem reminding me of that fact. "Why not do it now?" Larry asked. "Because I want to do you two back-to-back and get a nice taste of your sweet cum." "You're beginning to sound like a porn story," I told him. "And you know that how?" Troy asked. I blushed, Troy laughed, and everything was cool. That night with Larry and Troy had been awesome. I remember being very happy that Keegan was off somewhere getting wasted and laid—well, wasted for sure. Watching Larry suck off my brother had been a total turn- on. Troy ended up not sucking us back-to-back. Instead, he sucked us at the same time. Larry and I pushed our cocks together and Troy took them in his mouth. It took him about the same amount of effort as Larry had expended sucking Troy's cock. He was able to get just past the glans and used his lips and tongue to perfection. It felt so good having my wet four inches pushed against Larry's inside of Troy's warm, wet mouth. Our heads rubbed together as Troy sucked us, creating multiple feelings that threatened to send us over the top too soon. I wanted to start fucking my brother's mouth, but Troy's hand held us together at the base, creating yet another sensation. I was disappointed when Troy released our cocks, but the disappointment was short-lived as he licked one cock and then the other and found a way to lick both at the same time as his right hand masturbated us simultaneously. Larry's face was inches away from mine. Troy knew how Larry and I felt about each other and I was certain he would have no problem with what I wanted to do as he worked us to our inevitable climax. I kissed Larry on the lips with a soft, light kiss that didn't stay that way long. Within seconds our tongues were battling while our dicks were battling at the same time Troy was licking the seeping precum off of the tips. "Mmmmph," was all I could say because Larry's tongue was buried in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and held tightly onto his neck as I felt my cock swell and felt the sweet hot spasms of orgasm rack my body. I felt Larry shake and shiver and heard him moan as his lips locked even harder on mine. I was shooting cum, Larry was shooting cum, and I had no idea where it was all ending up. All I knew was I was having an orgasm I hoped would never end; every nerve in my body was tingling as I shot my seed into the unknown. Just as my orgasm subsided I felt Troy rubbing his cock along my rib cage and then felt his warm cum shoot over me as he moaned with pleasure. The smell of sex was everywhere, and our semen seemed to be everywhere as well. Troy had shot his entire load over me, while Larry and I had shot on each other, into Troy's mouth, and on Troy's face. The three of us collapsed on Troy's bed, fighting to get our control back—to get our breath back—to work our way back to normality. It had been some of the most exciting, intense sex of my young life. Originally Larry and I were going to sleep in my bed. Instead, the three of us managed to squeeze ourselves into Troy's bed, our smooth, sticky, sweaty bodies molding together as we eventually crashed into deep sleeps. The sex I had with Larry and Phil had been amazing. The two young teens (I know, Larry still had a few weeks left as a preteen) were incredibly hot and sexy. Larry had given me a great blow job (I really envied Phil). I don't know where my idea of sucking the two horny boys together came from, but it was a great one. Larry and Phil certainly got off on it, and I did as well. What really surprised me was how sexy it was to watch them kiss. I didn't think that watching two boys French could be such a turn on. Those two almost made me wish I was gay, because it was obvious that, even at their young age, they had something special going. The three of us sleeping in my bed was a bit awkward, mainly because of the size of the bed. It would have been much better in a larger bed. Even though I didn't sleep well, I would have gone for the same sleeping arrangements again. That morning, I showered with Larry. I told Phil I was sure he and Larry showered together a lot, and he and I showered together almost daily, so I appreciated the chance to shower with his sexy boyfriend. Both boys blushed, but were okay with that arrangement. As I washed Larry I decided to ask him for his blessing for something I wanted to do. "I know you and Phil want to lose your cherries to each other," I told him as I washed his back, "which I totally understand." "But...," Larry grinned, anticipating what was coming next. I stuck my wet middle finger into his tight, pubescent ass. "But, I want your okay to fuck Phil after you guys have done it." Larry grunted as my finger played with his magic button. "On the same day?" he asked with some concern. "No, silly, that day will belong totally to you and my favorite brother. I just want your okay to do it sometime." "Why? He's your brother, you can do it to him whenever you want." Larry was rock hard now as I finger fucked him. "I would just feel better if you give your okay." "You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that." "Beating your meat like you're doing seems to be helping things along." "I'm okay with it, now make me cum." I took over his cock, jerking my brother's boyfriend off as I finger fucked his tight ass. Damn, I thought, I'd love to fuck him, too. I didn't ask him, however. That was always something I could ask at a later time. I pulled my finger out of his hole, but kept masturbating him. I humped his gorgeous, smooth ass cheeks as my fist pounded his pubescent cock. Suddenly, Larry shook, moaned, and shot his clear young boy cum against the shower tiles. "Oh fuck, that was good," he managed to squeak out. He turned his head and looked at me over his shoulder. "Want me to get you off?" "No need," I said as I shot my cum over his ass cheeks, the running water of the shower quickly rinsing it off. I was happy—I'd cum over Phil last night and now had shot over Larry's smooth, athletic body. I was a very satisfied sixteen-year-old boy. As my birthday approached I often thought about my night and morning at Phil's house. I found Troy to be very sexy. I knew he was straight and that he had a girlfriend, but he really got into getting off with Phil and me. The oral sex on Troy's bed, the three of us squeezed together on the bed, and Troy getting me off in the shower made it a very sexy overnight. The shower had been the first time that Troy and I had done something sexual alone. It was something that would happen again before Troy graduated from high school. We won our baseball playoff game on Tuesday, 7-4. The game was a loser-out playoff game. By winning, we'd be playing the champion of the North Division in a best-of-three series starting on Thursday. I was the starting pitcher for the opening game of the series. Phil and I were totally in sync. I had my rhythm going from the start and pitched a two-hit shutout, striking out eight and walking just one. Phil's bases loaded double in the fourth was a big part of our offense as we won 5-0. Game two was a Saturday afternoon game. The weather was sunny and hot. Daniel was our starting pitcher. He pitched well, but we couldn't touch their big left hander. He didn't throw overly hard, but he loved to pitch inside and kept our feet moving. We ended up losing 3-1 which meant we'd be playing again on Wednesday for the Valley League Championship. Since I had five day's rest, I was eligible to start. I wasn't quite as sharp as I had been the first game, but I still pitched pretty well. Coach moved me to shortstop in the sixth and brought in Carter Billings to finish the game. The score was tied 3-3 after five innings. Carter went to a private school, but was a cool kid. He usually played left field or second base when he wasn't pitching. We won 4-3 in the bottom of the seventh when Jung singled in Perry from second base for a walk-off hit. Needless to say, our celebration was wild and crazy. Carter got the win, but I didn't care—we were the league champions. It was pizza after the game. Our overnight fun came at my house the next night. All of the Wonkeys were there whether they were on the team or not. A couple of other players from the team were there, too, including Carter. Other than some grab ass, there wasn't any sex, but it was a fun championship overnight. My birthday fell on a Tuesday. My party would be at my favorite pizza place, followed by an overnight. Not everyone coming to the party would be at the overnight. The overnight would consist of the Wonkeys, which now included Devon, as well as Carter. Phil and I warned Carter some of us might end up messing around with each other, but he was cool with it. I wished I'd gotten to know Carter better earlier in the summer. My family birthday party was at my aunt and uncle's house the weekend before my birthday. It included my cousins Ryan and Justin, who were ten and seven. We had a birthday barbeque for me and for Ryan who had turned eleven a couple of weeks before. The best part of the party was my being able to spend the night with my cousins. I was supposed to sleep with Ryan, which I was looking forward to. Ryan had asked me some questions during the afternoon about masturbation. I told him I'd answer them after we went to bed. Neither one of us doubted that my answer would consist of physical contact. We were afraid Justin might want to sleep with us, but Justin ended up being so tired that after his shower he fell asleep on the living room couch while watching TV and was carried to bed by my uncle. I told Ryan that we'd need to sleep naked in order for me to answer his questions about jerking off. He was cool with that and we shucked the shorts we'd been wearing since the shower. Ryan knew a few things about masturbation, and after I both demonstrated my technique and helped him out with his, we jerked off side-by-side. I offered to finish him off, just to make sure he had the process down. He agreed to let me—he and his friends had touched each other's dicks before, but had not masturbated. After giving Ryan his first ever orgasm, I quickly finished myself off, impressing my cousin by squirting over my belly and chest. "So, that's what sperm is about?" he asked. "We learned about it in sex ed." "It comes out thicker when you get older," I informed him. "I can't wait until I make it." He took a scoop in his fingers and smelled it. "Go ahead and taste it." "No way, that's gross." I scooped up the cum on my belly and licked it off my finger. "See? It's not so bad." He tried it and grinned. "Hey, it tastes weird, but not bad. I can't wait to show my friends about jerking off. I can't believe nobody ever thought about it." "Now you're the experienced one." "Thanks, Larry. You're the world's best cousin. Someday, I gotta show Justin, too, but right now he's too young." "Maybe." That wasn't the last time I jerked off with Ryan. We did it together until high school and eventually included Justin in our fun. Ryan had taught Justin the art of masturbation when his younger brother was nine or ten. "One night, I was just too horny not to do him," he later confessed. Justin joined us not long after he turned eleven. I couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like to teach my brother Austin to jack off. A couple of days after my first jerk off session with Ryan my official birthday arrived. I was now thirteen and, like many thirteen-year-olds, I thought I was grown up. I was looking forward to my party and then to my trip to California with Phil. The summer was over half gone, but it felt like it had barely started. Next: To Love and To Cherish. To be continued...