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To those qualified to read on, this is final chapter of twelve. If you haven't read the previous chapters, you may want to go back and read (or fast forward through) to understand.

Chapter 12

It all didn’t make sense, not one bit. When something was fun, the greatest most exhilarating thing in the world, why wait to do it? Why pass up the opportunity, because you may not have it again? If it felt good, do it. If it itched, scratch it. If it hurt, well, then find a better way of doing it. And Kevin couldn’t keep his thoughts off of it. His drum beats where shallow and stiff as his mind lingered on the red quad runner that sat untouched in Dale’s barn. It would just be a short ride and then he knew, sort of, that he would go back to playing. And what also didn’t make sense to Kevin was the fact that Dale had even told him about the quad and then have the balls to say they couldn’t ride it until after practice. After all, who made Dale the fucking parent? But it was the look that Dale had given Kevin after he pleaded. As stupid as it may be, he would let Dale have his way at least for now. It was after all Dale’s quad, and he really did not want to totally disrespect his bass player. So Kevin sat nonchalantly slapping his drum heads and on Jeremy’s last vocal, he struck one of his cymbals which sounded like a frying pan being dropped on the floor.

“Seriously, Kevin,” said Jeremy as he turned. “What the hell?”

“What?” said Kevin holding his sticks up to his shoulders. “I’m playing.” He tapped his hi-hat and snare drum back and forth in a monotonous flat rhythm. “See.”

“No, you’re not,” said Jeremy. “You’re drooling over the quad. I know you.”

“Okay then, yeah I am. Thank you for saying it, Captain Obvious.” Kevin could barely keep his butt on his seat as he spoke. “Dale, come on man, you know I can’t concentrate when you’ve got that,” he fumbled for words, “cherry sitting in your barn. I have to ride it, and you knew I would have to ride it before you even showed it to me. I’m really trying but c’mon.”

Dale was looking down at the concrete covered in wires that ran every which way around the shed. His bottom lip was sticking out a little farther than usual and he played a few low notes of his bass. Dale knew exactly what he was doing to Kevin and was enjoying it for the most part. For the last fifteen minutes he felt that he had the upper hand in their little group.

Jeremy looked over at Dale. “You know he’s just going to whine about it.”

“I don’t whine.”

Dale raised his head toward Jeremy to avoid Kevin’s blue eyes. He’d already been watching them as they peered over the tom-toms, like a puppy trapped behind the drum set. “We can’t keep stopping for every little distraction. We’ll never get any better. I mean we already spend too much time…” Dale waved his hand around looking for the word he could say, “wasting time.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Holister, but I think you can go to work now and leave us gentlemen alone to have a good time before we too grow old and gray and so fucking boring.” Kevin buried his forehead in the palms of his hands.

“Come on, Dale,” said Jeremy. “He’s not going to quit.”

Dale tightened his lip. “One more song.”

“Oh my fucking God!” screamed Kevin as he stood up and sat down at least three times. “Dale, where are the fucking keys to that quad?”

Dale tried his best to control any smile that may push its way to the corner of his mouth as he looked at Kevin. “One…more….song.”

After slamming his sticks onto his drums Kevin raised one and pointed it towards Dale’s face. “So help me I am going to shove this so far up your ass you will taste my wood!” A moment passes but it was Kevin’s face which broke into a smile before Dale’s. Kevin sat heavily onto his stool and tried to give the most evil eyes he could towards his best bass player, but his mouth wouldn’t go along with his show. “One more fucking song.”

Dale kept to his word after they had practiced and Kevin was much more energetic with his beats. They argued again over who would drive it first. Dale prevailed in being the first driver with the responsibility of taking the ATV back to the cabin across the fields. Dale had driven it earlier that morning before his friends had arrived, up and down the long driveway, just to get a feel of the power and the shift techniques. As they rode, Dale yelled instructions over his shoulder to Jeremy who sat directly behind him and Kevin who sat facing backwards gripping a black handle between his legs.

“Everyone off,” said Kevin once they stopped in front of the cabin. “I’m going for a ride.”

“Why do you get to go next?” asked Jeremy as he swung his leg over the ATV to dismount.

“Why not?” asked Kevin who immediately slid across the black seat into the driver’s position.

“Can I fight ya for it?” asked Jeremy,

“Are you serious?”

Jeremy looked at his strawberry blonde friend. He wasn’t any more serious about fighting Kevin than taking on Sugar Ray. He also immediately recognized the look in Kevin’s eyes that this was not negotiable. When Kevin wanted something, he would get it regardless. Jeremy was only joking but something told him that Kevin wasn’t. He shoved his friend in the shoulder. “Don’t use up all the gas.” Kevin drove off leaving two trails of crushed grass behind him.

“I should have asked him to blow me for it,” said Jeremy.

“I don’t think he would have,” replied Dale.

“You’re probably right.”

Dale got the key from its hiding spot and unlocked the cabin. The first thing he noticed was a small paper note folded in the middle of the old kitchen table. Dale knew it had to be placed there recently and most likely by his father. He picked it up and read, “Check the gear behind the rations.” Dale’s father was never in the military but for some strange reason he sometimes enjoyed using the jargon.

“What’s that say?” asked Jeremy from the doorway.

“Just a note from my dad,” Dale replied. “Nothing big.” With the feelings of yesterday still in his mind, he was going to be very cautious with any interaction with his father, even if it were simply though a note. Dale’s instinct told him to take care of whatever his dad was talking about immediately and went to the cabinet. He knelt down and opened the two doors and saw three large bags of potato chips and a cooler. That would be the rations. Behind the small red cooler was a paper bag that Dale instantly recognized being out of place among the cans of bug spray, empty vases, and paper towels.

Dale picked up the paper bag and could feel the soft sides of a plastic bottle through the brown paper. If his curiosity worked slower than his rational thought, he may not have ever opened it. He looked in the bag and could see the pink top of a bottle of clear liquid. He’d seen it many times before to recognize it instantly. Opening the bag wide open he could see the bottle of baby oil with another small hand written note. Without taking the note out of the bag, he reached in and read, “Your own”. Dale’s stomach instantly tightened and his vision blurred except for those two small words.

“You brought lotion?” said Jeremy directly behind his kneeling friend.

Dale quickly shut the bag and turned his head, for a brief second wishing Jeremy had become lost somehow in the small one room cabin. “What? No, I mean, um, yeah.”

“Let me see it,” said Jeremy. “It looks different.”

Dale didn’t want to show his friend but to hide it would only cause more grief and questions that he couldn’t come up with any good cover answers for anyway. “It’s baby oil.”

“Is that stuff any good?”

Dale had no fucking idea as he had never used it before. He assumed it was only used for changing baby diapers. He’d seen it in the medicine cabinet but never thought to use it. No one ever used it so he figured if he had, it would be noticed and questions would ensue. Dale wasn’t good with the questions. But suddenly the idea of all the hand lotion that had been gone ‘missing’ wrapped itself around his brain.

“Well, is it?”

“Um, yeah, it’s pretty good, I guess or suppose.”

Jeremy reached down with an open palm. Dale pulled the oil out of the bag and handed it over. With the note still inside, he crumpled the paper bag and tossed it to the back of the cabinet.

“You have something in mind, you little perv?” smiled Jeremy.

“You always do.”

Jeremy walked over to the table while taking off the cap and the silver seal of the new bottle. “Mind if I open it?”

“I think you already did, yeah, that’s fine.”

Jeremy held up the open bottle to his nose. “It’s got a smell to it. It’s nice. It reminds me of my little cousins, at least when they were babies anyway.” He stuck the tip of his finger in the top of the bottle. “It definitely feels slippery. You don’t think the smell is too strong do you?”

Dale shrugged his shoulders.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” replied Dale in a higher than usual voice.

“Something’s up,” said Jeremy. “You seem all stiff and not in a good way.” He smiled at his own joke.

“Not funny.” Dale paused and looked at the ground. “But do you ever wonder…”

Jeremy sighed and sat down hard in one of the chairs at the table.

“Never mind.”

Jeremy quickly replied, “No, come on. I’m not… Do I ever wonder what?”

Dale sat down across from his lead guitarist. He looked at Jeremy’s blue eyes beneath the dark eyebrows. “Do you ever wonder if what we’re doing is gay?”

Jeremy stared back, “It is gay.”

“You know what I mean.”

Jeremy looked at the old tattered plastic table cloth and picked at one of the many holes. “I know. And I don’t like to think about it, much less talk about it.” There was a moment of silence that passed. The engine of the quad could not be heard through the open door. Jeremy spoke. “It doesn’t make any sense to me, not one bit. I can’t decide how much I like it, but I do like it.”

“Me too,” said Dale. “But I really want girls.”

“Yeah.”

Dale spoke a little louder. “I mean, if you told me I would never be with a girl, like ever? I would probably literally cry.”

“Yeah, I suppose I would too.”

“You suppose?”

“You know what I mean,” said Jeremy rapidly.

Dale looked at his friends thin fingers picking at the white cotton from the holes in the table cloth. He did not know what Jeremy meant.

“We’re all just doing this for now, that’s all,” said Jeremy. “We all agreed on that.” He paused and looked up at Dale. “I’m not gay.”

“Would it be so bad if you were?”

Jeremy stuck out his bottom lip. “In this back water town, it would be fucking death. I’d have to move to California if it ever got out where no one would know me. No one can ever know what we do.” Jeremy’s other hand joined in the picking before he stopped and smoothed over the cotton sticking up in the air. “I guess this is what it’s like to grow up, keep secrets.”

Dale wrinkled his brow.

“I mean, it’s not like cheating on a test or having a crush on a girl. That stuff doesn’t matter in a couple of years. This is a secret where someone could get hurt. And not just physically but… you know. I don’t think any of us ever had that to keep a secret like this before.”

Dale thought for a moment, “Jesus, I think you’re right.”

“I suppose that’s what makes our band so tight,” said Jeremy.

Dale smiled, “Do you think Kevin would agree?” He knew the answer to his own question but Jeremy answered anyway.

“Fuckin’ A,” said Jeremy with a grin.

Dale laughed a little. “So we should call our band something like the Butthole Surfers.”

“Naw, I have an idea,” said Jeremy.

“Care to share?” said Dale as he could hear the quad engine running high and quickly approaching. Dale’s eyes widened and he quickly stood and ran out of the cabin.

Kevin was riding the ATV down the path from the corn fields. As he approached he was gunning the engine as if to speed up. Once he entered the mowed grass area around the cabin he stood up on the foot rests revealing his naked body to the midday sun and his gazing friends. He squeezed the brakes and came to a stop near the empty fire pit. With the engine running he sat back down and gave Jeremy and Dale a wicked smile from ear to ear. “This is fucking awesome!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.

Jeremy and Dale approached with similar smiles reflecting the joy in Kevin’s face. They could see his pale thighs slightly vibrate with the idling of the engine.

“Where are your clothes?” said Dale.

Kevin turned and looked back to the field. “I think they just fell off when I stood up just now. I was sitting on them.”

“You can’t ride around up by the house naked, someone might see you,” said Dale.

Kevin leaned forward. “oooh, this feels good on the nuts.” He gave Dale a comical look as if he were about to cream all over the seat. “I might get another hard on.”

“You rode around naked with a hard on?”

“No, Dale,” said Kevin. “I just took my clothes off just up by the corn field. I didn’t ride all around naked. Geez, relax, will ya.”

“Get off, so I can ride it,” said Jeremy.

Kevin leaned forward again. “I’m trying to get off, just give me a second.”

Jeremy giggled, “No, seriously, I want to ride it.”

This time Kevin leaned back and pointed his semi hard dick in the air. “Go ahead.”

“You’re wasting gas,” said Dale.

As Kevin turned the off key and cut the engine, Jeremy suddenly told Kevin that Dale brought a new bottle of lube.

“Really, go get it,” said Kevin.

“You go look,” said Jeremy to Kevin, “so I can ride it now.” He grabbed the handle bar of the ATV.

“You have to blow me first,” said Kevin grinning at Jeremy. Dale and Jeremy exchanged ironic glances as it was something they were thinking earlier, but Kevin once again had the initiative to say.

Dale wanted to get away. “I’ll go get it,” and he quickly walked back to the cabin. “Not the mouth stuff,” he thought as he entered the doorway. The baby oil was still sitting on the corner of the table, a gift from his father. Jeremy was right about one thing, it was a secret to be kept. But Dale had another secret now, the fact that their secret was no longer a secret. His father knew what they did. Dale struggled to fall asleep the night before with his mind racing about what his father knew. But he was never able to decide what exactly his dad thought they did together. Maybe he thought they only jerked off together. But would that be enough for his father to ask him if he were gay? He was a church going man so maybe he would think something like that. But why would a church going man be okay with it? Not only was he okay with it, now he was buying supplies for his son and his friends. And to ultimately top it off, his father was making suggestions on what lube to use. It didn’t make any sense to Dale, not one bit.

The one clear thought, a piece of restful ground in this whole jumble of emotions, was the fact that his dad did not say ‘no’. He didn’t freak out, throw him against the wall, drag him to nearest church, or toss him into the loony bin. His words were only for him to have fun and be careful.

Dale picked up the bottle of oil and watched the liquid swish around like thick water. He turned and walked back out the cabin with it in his hand. As soon as he stepped out the door he saw Kevin still sitting naked on the ATV with both legs on one side. Jeremy was on his knees with his head in Kevin’s crotch, bobbing up and down on Kevin’s cock. Jeremy had also taken off his shirt. Dale sighed and walked over to his friends.

Jeremy didn’t stop sucking on Kevin as Dale approached. This had to be the longest time any of them had one of the others dicks in their mouths. Dale stopped by the back tire, a few feet away.

Kevin looked up at Dale and smiled. Jeremy took Kevin’s dick out of his mouth, gave Dale a grin, and put the saliva covered member back into his mouth again.

“I’m counting to sixty,” said Kevin. “He’s almost there.”

“Oh,” said Dale.

“You want some?” asked Kevin.

“No, that’s okay.”

“You just going to stand there with your clothes on and watch?” asked Kevin. He put his hands on the sides of Jeremy’s head.

“You can always put your clothes back on,” said Dale.

“But that would be weird,” said Kevin. “And slightly counter productive.”

Jeremy sat back on the heels of his sneakers and wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingers. “I think that’s sixty.”

Kevin didn’t get up off the red ATV. In fact, he crossed his arms and legs and stared at up at Dale. “I’m not getting up.”

“What the fuck, man!” shouted Jeremy.

“I’m not getting up,” said Kevin quickly, “until Dale lets me blow him.”

“Huh?” said Jeremy.

Dale shook his head and raised his empty hand. “That’s okay, Kevin.”

“Who the hell turns down a blow job?” asked Kevin.

“I just don’t like…”

“You just don’t what? Who the hell doesn’t like a blow job?” Kevin looked at Jeremy for support.

“It’s his call,” said Jeremy.

“I just don’t like putting a dick in my mouth, okay,” said Dale. “I just don’t like it.”

Kevin raised his voice, “No one is asking you to. If you don’t want to do something, don’t. I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“You wouldn’t get off the quad until Jeremy blew you.”

Kevin became even louder. “I was being an asshole! If Jeremy didn’t want to do it, he wouldn’t have. Right, Jeremy?”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly.

“See!” yelled Kevin. “I believe if you want to do something, do it. If you don’t, fuck it. And you seemed, well, a little uptight or something.” Kevin’s voice gradually came back down. “So I thought I would do something nice for you.”

Kevin stood up and asked Dale to take his spot on the quad. As Dale took the seat, Kevin tugged on his shorts. Dale helped Kevin by pushing his shorts and underwear over his ass and easily dropping to around his ankles. As soon as he was seated, Kevin took Dale’s soft cock and rubbed it between the tips of his fingers. When it quickly became a semi, Kevin leaned forward and took it completely in his mouth, pushing his nose into Dale’s pubes.

Jeremy watched from behind as Kevin took Dale into his mouth and moved both of his hands to Dale’s thighs. Kevin’s head was blocking the view of the actual sucking, but Jeremy could see the slight turning of Kevin’s neck and head. He also noticed the muscular definition of Kevin’s shoulders and how they pulsed and moved together under beads of sweat. Kevin didn’t have the chicken wing effect that one noticed in other boys. His back was smooth and now naked, all the way down to where it formed two strips of muscles just above his ass. As Kevin leaned in, his butt came off the ground and Jeremy could barely see the puckered hole between the small firm buns. Jeremy reached one hand forward and ran the tips of his fingers across Kevin’s ass. He started with just the tips but soon cupped a cheek with his palm, squeezing and feeling the firmness. With his free hand he reached for the bottle of oil that Dale had dropped in the grass. He poured some into the palm of his hand and then proceeded to rub it over Kevin’s ass. It made his skin feel smoother, the tiny white hairs on his bottom became visible as they reflected the mid day sun. Jeremy could feel his own erection straining against his shorts. He reached between Kevin’s legs with his oiled hand and the tip of his finger ran across the folds of skin of his anus. Jeremy rubbed the tip of his finger against it, but not so hard enough to penetrate it.

“Put some oil on me,” said Kevin over his shoulder.

Jeremy again squirted more oil into his hand and spread it between Kevin’s legs, pushing it towards his anus. Kevin turned and took the bottle of oil from Jeremy. He stood up and told Dale not to move. He aimed and squeezed the oil at Dale’s cock, covering most of his genitalia with a generous amount. With one hand he flipped the bottle closed and tossed it to the ground. He never let go of Dale’s dick as he turned away from Dale and aimed it at his bottom. Taking a step backwards and in a sitting motion, Kevin pushed Dale’s dick towards his ass. While reaching between his own legs, Kevin guided the tip to its destination. Kevin bit his lower lip and closed his eyes as he lowered himself onto his friend. It didn’t slide in quickly as Kevin’s face contorted in almost comical expressions as more and more of Dale’s cock entered him. Once he felt his own butt cheeks press against Dale’s upper thighs, he said, “You’re in.”

Jeremy stood up and looked at the scene of his two naked friends on the red four wheeler, the bright sun shining against their bodies. Dale was sitting on the side of the black seat while Kevin had his ass pressed up against Dale’s crotch. Kevin started to stroke his ass up and down on Dale’s dick which brought a small moan from Dale’s mouth. Jeremy instantly stripped his clothes, throwing them in every direction. Once naked, he knelt down in front of Kevin. Kevin’s cock was as stiff as ever which Jeremy had to pull down before putting it into his mouth. It was warm against his lips and he liked how the mushroom head felt against the sides of his tongue. He stroked it with his mouth a few times before Kevin grabbed the sides of his face and pushed him away.

“I’ll blow right in your mouth if you do that,” said Kevin.

Jeremy didn’t put it back in his mouth. He lowered his hand and cupped Kevin’s balls which were pulled up tight against his body. With his other hand he reached further between Kevin’s legs and found Dale’s nuts resting against his inner thighs. Jeremy felt the texture of the skin, the sparse hairs, and the size of each testicle as he gently rolled them around. Kevin’s hairless thighs brushed against his arm with each push. Jeremy heard Dale whimper and saw him grab Kevin’s naked waist and tight stomach. Jeremy tried to imagine Dale’s cock buried inside Kevin, beneath the taunt skin and crease of his belly button, as it emptied its cream. For an instant, Jeremy wondered if he could feel Dale’s semen leaving his testicles but he found he could not.

Jeremy was suddenly pushed to the ground on his back. His world blurred until he focused on Kevin leaning over him with his hands on both of his upper arms. Kevin began pulling on him, trying to get him to roll over.

“What the hell, Kevin?” asked Jeremy.

“I’m sorry, man, I need your ass now,” he replied, panting hard now that he was off of Dale’s rod.

Jeremy resisted slightly with a few more words of complaint, but he rolled over onto his stomach, the tough blades of grass itching his bare legs and thighs. He saw Kevin grab for the bottle of oil that rest in the grass near by. With one hand Kevin grabbed the bottle of clear liquid; with the other he kneaded one of Jeremy’s ass cheeks. Jeremy was expecting the warm oil to be generously squirted all over his ass in Kevin’s rush for sex, but never expected to suddenly feel Kevin’s lips and mouth press against one of his butt cheeks. Jeremy tried to look over his shoulder at the sounds of lips smacking as Kevin bit on the fleshy mounds.

“My god, Kevin,” said Jeremy. “What are you…”

“I can’t help it,” panted Kevin. “Your ass is so fucking hot.”

Jeremy felt the oil which had been warmed in the sun squirt across his ass. Kevin even put the end of the bottle up next to his asshole to squeeze another generous amount there.

“What are you going to do when I start growing hair on my ass?” asked Jeremy. “Will you still think it’s hot then?”

“No,” replied Kevin. “Then it will be gross just like your face.”

“You could always shave it,” said Dale as he walked past the two boys on the ground. They both gave him looks of perplexity. “I’m just saying,” Dale replied.

Jeremy propped himself with his elbows in front of his chest. “I don’t think I’ll be shaving my ass anytime soooOOON!”

Kevin had tried to shove his cock into Jeremy’s asshole and succeeded. Jeremy was expecting it however he was not expecting so much so fast and a wave of pain struck his bowels. It felt as if Kevin had inserted himself completely in one thrust however in actuality it was only half of his cock.

“Ouch, Kevin,” cried Jeremy. “That fucking hurts.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “It just slid right in.”

“The hell it did,” retorted Jeremy. “You pushed it.”

“No, seriously dude,” said Kevin. “I’m sliding right in between those cheeks.”

Jeremy felt Kevin penetrate him deeper. His arms involuntarily shot out in front of him to grip the grass. He wanted to cry out but the air felt already pulled from his lungs. He squeezed his ass together and pushed on his colon. He could feel his friends cock inside him as his body held it like a glove.

Kevin put his hands on Jeremy’s lower back as he looked down at his own cock nestled between the white supple ass cheeks. As he used his waist to rock himself on Dale, he now used small thrusts to slide his cock inside of his tanned friend’s body. He ran the fingertips of one of his hands over the soft mounds, watching the flesh and oil mix in the sun. The oil made Jeremy’s ass look all the more smoother, hotter, and more erotic. Kevin wouldn’t last for long inside his friend and with a few more thrusts, his cock pulsed and emptied its white gift five inches into Jeremy.

Jeremy could feel the warm semen as it emptied into him. The change in Kevin’s breathing had also tipped him off that his friend was coming to the end. Kevin had been rough but knowing that Jeremy had a lot to do with him getting off lessened some of his anger. For a fourteen year old boy, what better feeling was there than those few seconds before you shot your wad into designated target, that brief moment of euphoria where no other thought existed. No drugs required.

Kevin collapsed over Jeremy’s back. “Oh fuck, my friend, my buddy,” he said. “I so needed that.”

“You’re welcome,” said Jeremy. “But it did fucking hurt when you just ram it all in there.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do that next time.”

“I’m sorry.”

Jeremy rolled over onto his back once Kevin had removed himself from between his legs. With the summer sun beating down over him, he put his arm over his face to shield his eyes from the sun. As he did this, he felt an oiled hand suddenly grip his cock. Between his forearm and his nose, he could see the shadow of Dale, still naked, kneeling over him stroking his cock. Jeremy smiled.

Dale lowered his face closer to Jeremy. “Your turn.”

“We’re going to use up all the oil at this rate,” said Jeremy. He saw Dale step one of his legs over Jeremy to straddle him. Jeremy watched the silhouette of his own cock being pointed straight in the air as Dale was about to lower himself onto it.

“I think we can have a little more.”

***

The summer marched on for the boys, a sweet balance of music and teenage hormones. They lost track of the times they spent back at the cabin which had become their very own nudist camp with all the perks. By the end of the summer, Jeremy’s tan lines had practically faded. They also came to discover that baby oil works as a sun magnifier if left on the skin. The first burnt ass was definitely the last.

Their music teacher had returned towards the end of the summer and was quite pleased with their progress. He even commented on how they seem to have grown together in a brotherly sort of way. With a few summer lessons, he convinced them with confidence to perform in the Labor Day Festival in front of the whole town.

Well, it wasn’t the whole town, but it was a sizable crowd that came out that Saturday afternoon to hear three adorable teenage boys rock out. After the first song of “I Want You to Want Me”, the girls in the crowd went a little more crazy than expected. Jeremy didn’t notice at first but that was when Kevin had stood up and literally ripped his shirt from his body. He also had on a small black bowtie which was snug around his neck. Jeremy and Dale noticed the girls that had not only gathered at the front of the stage, but the looks in the eyes of the ones lingering in the back. By the end of the third song, “I Want to Be Sedated”, more people had gathered in front of the stage swaying and dancing to the music. The applause was loud and for the boys very addicting. For the fourth and final song, their music teacher took Jeremy’s guitar from him and rolled in a keyboard. As soon as Jeremy played the first few notes to “Teenage Wasteland”, the crowd’s hands were in the air. Jeremy would later summarize it as ‘erotic’.

“Ladies and gentlemen”, cried the announcer, “let’s have one more round of applause for… The Aristocrats!”

***The End***

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