SATURDAY, MARCH 3, 2018

He stared out the window of the limousine trying to get a grip on his new reality. Turning from the window, he spied the shopping bags and surfboard he just purchased from Thalia Surf. He touched the bag with his new wetsuit just to make sure it was real. Flipping over his new iPhone 10, he ran his fingers over the quilted leather of the Chanel case. His thumb caught the edge of the blue American Express Preferred Cash card sitting snuggly in the case's pocket. Dragging the card from the slot, he read it once again: Alejandro Mateo Diaz III. The third, three, trés, trey... that's why his parent gave him the nickname Trey. He slipped the card back into its place and looked across to his cousin, Carlos Francisco Diaz. It was weird seeing someone that looked just like you, but older. But when his mind dwelled on the strangeness of this day, his heart wanted to jump and dance with excitement. He'd been saved from a life of wondering about his family and the uncertainty of knowing where he belonged in this world. It was too much, and his emotions spilled down his cheeks.

Elena reached for her grandson and said, "Ven, mi amor." ("Come, my love.") Trey crossed to the facing seat and sat between Carlos and his grandmother falling into her embrace. "Te queremos Alejandro. Estás con la familia ahora." He didn't understand when she said, "We love you, Alejandro. You are with family now." But he understood the love he saw on her face and heard in her voice. He was home.

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Zach and Lars set up a make-your-own-burrito station to feed the boys for lunch. They had seasoned ground turkey, freshly diced green pepper, onions, and tomatoes, refried beans, cheese, salsa, and, of course, jalapeño peppers. Another bowl of jalapeño was on the table by the queso, chips and salsa. While Zach finished setting the table, Lars answered the front door.

"Well hello, Christian," greeted Lars. "Come on in. We're just getting ready to sit down to lunch. Would you like to join us?"

"Oh," said Christian, realizing he'd completely forgotten about lunch. He'd spent the last hour or so reading the book Trey had given him. "I don't want to impose. I'll come back later."

"Don't be silly," laughed Lars. "What's one more boy? We're having burritos, chips and dip. Besides, I think we already set an extra. We're used to setting a place for Trey, but he left with his family this morning."

"Um... okay." Christian entered and looked around but didn't see any of the boys. It was the first time he'd visited and there wasn't a whirlwind of activity. "Where is everybody?"

"They're off doing their homework," he explained as they headed to the dining table. "Matthew's filming this afternoon then has a date with April tonight. Lukas and Simon are filming a live set this evening, so they have to pack and get to the venue. And I'm betting you and Michael are going to work on your project this afternoon then he is spending the night at Lewis'. Take this seat, I'll go track down the others."

Christian placed his backpack beside the chair and took a seat. Being in the Meijer house without the other boys around made him anxious.

Zach tried to distract the nervous boy. "What do you like to drink, Christian? We have an assortment of Gatorade, Coke, Diet Coke, iced tea, water..." Zach listed items as found the in the fridge.

"Whatever everyone else is having is fine." Being a guest, he didn't want to be a bother. Then he remembered he'd better let his mom know he was having lunch so she wouldn't worry. He grabbed his phone and typed out a text.

"Hey! Christian!" greeted Simon as he joined the blonde at the dining table, Lukas close behind.

"Hey! Burritooooos!" said Lukas with an exaggerated rolling of his "rs". He gave Christian a fist bump. "What's up Christian?"

Matthew was next to arrive. Engrossed in his reading, his eyes were glued to his copy of The Awakening and Other Stories by Kate Chopin.

"This is so fucked up," mumbled Matthew.

"What?" asked Simon.

He put the book down. "Dude, that was so fucked up."

"What?" asked all three boys, curious as to what Matthew was so worked up about.

"I just read this story," started Matthew when Michael walked in.

"Hi, Christian! I didn't know you were coming for lunch." Michael beamed with the surprise of his friend being there and took the empty seat next to his project partner. "What story are you talking about, Matthew?

"'Désirée's Baby'," explained Matt, referring to the Kate Chopin short story. Lars and Zach listened and let Matthew finish before starting lunch. "It's set before the Civil War in the south. This rich dude marries a poor girl and they have a baby. But the baby's black so they say she must have black ancestors so they run her and the baby off. But it turns out that the rich husband was the one with the black ancestor, not the girl, and he knew it the whole time."

"Wow," agreed Lukas, "that is fucked up."

"Lukas," said Lars, reminding his son about his language.

"Well, it is fucked up."

"True," agreed Lars, "but there are more eloquent ways to say it."

Zach turned everyone's attention to the main attraction: lunch. "Michael, why don't you walk your guest through and explain how the burrito bar works and we'll go through the line when you're finished.

"Com'on, Christian," said Michael.

During lunch, Lars used the story Matthew shared as a jumping off point to discuss racism and social justice.

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"I'm so stuffed," groaned Christian. He dropped his backpack on the table in Michael's bedroom and plopped down in a chair. "I wasn't even hungry, but the burritos were so good."

Michael laughed and pushed out his stomach. "I'm going to have a giant burrito baby!" They burst into laughter.

When they calmed down and both seated, the boys reached into their backpacks so they could begin their work. Michael flipped open his MacBook and the laptop chimed as it booted up. Setting his books on the table, he glanced over to check on Christian. He froze in surprise.

Christian had placed a pencil on top of the book Trey had given him that morning and slid it toward Michael. Seeing the book shocked Michael. Not that he was avoiding doing the work, but that Christian had the book.

"Why do you have that?" asked Michael.

"Trey gave this to me and said we needed to work on it every day," explained Christian. "I thought we'd work on this first."

"Did you read it?"

Christian nodded. Michael turned white.

"All of it?"

"All that you've worked on. I didn't want to read ahead."

The younger boy's face flushed with embarrassment and shame. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Christian understood. "I'm here to help you like Trey did. I won't say anything to anybody."

Michael nodded in understanding, but he was still upset. He'd never consciously thought about it until now, but as soon as Christian revealed that he knew what was written in the book, it became clear to Michael what upset him so much. He'd hoped that he'd get beyond his past. He'd told his story, received compassion and understanding, then expected that he wouldn't have to revisit it again -- especially not with his new friends. But here he is once again, rehashing his past with yet another friend. It suddenly felt like it would never end. The shame and embarrassment would follow him his entire life as he continually needed to explain himself over and over again.

He picked up the book and pencil and went to his comfy spot. The book had instructed him to find a special place where he would feel safe to feel his emotions and to express himself. It also suggested gathering any objects, like stuffed animals, blankets, et cetera, that comfort you. His walk to his bed was as if he was going to the electric chair. Before climbing on top, he reached underneath and pulled out Max, his large stuffed gorilla. When he started the book, he went online and purchased Max since his sperm donor had taken away all his stuffed animals when the man felt Michael was too old for them. He peeked over his shoulder and saw the look on Christian's face. "Shuddup," uttered Michael, a phrase he picked up from Trey.

Before Christian went to join Michael, he reached in his backpack and pulled out a brushed metal case. Opening it, he reached in, unfolded the temples, before slipping on his new glasses.

Michael glanced over to see if Christian was joining him and saw the blonde put on his eyewear. He smiled and giggled. "Told ya so."

"I know, I know. You told me I needed glasses."

"No, I meant that you look..." Michael caught himself. The green tortoise shell frames took Christian far beyond cute. "You look good in glasses."

"Well, you're the first to see me in them, besides my parents," grumbled Christian. He wasn't looking forward to wearing glasses to school.

He joined Michael, lying side-by-side, socked feet in the air. They read and worked on several pages of the book. At first, working with Christian frustrated Michael. When he worked with Trey, he sometimes had to explain words or what the author was asking. At times, if the exercise was frustrating or stirring up painful memories, Michael was able to half-ass an answer or an exercise and it satisfied Trey's expectations. Christian, however, called him out on his bullshit answers and attempts to avoid the hard work.

Since he'd read the pages up to this point, Christian was starting to grasp what was going on in his friend's head. He asked poignant questions making Michael think and do the work he needed to do.

At one point, Michael put down the pencil and clutched Max, hugging the gorilla with all his might. Though Michael faced away from Christian, the blonde watched his friend's shoulders shudder as Michael wept quietly. Christian moved closer and put his arm around Michael and let him cry. Michael cried himself to sleep and Christian followed close behind.

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Elena went back in the house leaving her grandsons in the pool. Carlos was sunning himself while Alejandro, Trey, was still in the water. The younger boy climbed out of the pool and realized Carlos was sunbathing naked.

Carlos heard his cousin sit on the lounger next to his. He took off his sunglasses and saw the younger boy quickly avert his eyes as not to get caught gawking. He let that slide and started a conversation so he could ask the question he'd been wanting to ask once they were alone.

"So, I'm not sure what to call you. Trey or Alejandro?"

"I don't know." He really didn't. Swimming had allowed him to not think and he really didn't want to think now. The day had been overwhelming. He just wanted to be. No more surprises, no more decisions, no more thinking.

"Well, no pressure. But abuela will continue to introduce you to everyone as Alejandro. If you want them to call you Trey, just tell them."

"Okay."

"You miss your friends, don't you?"

Trey nodded. It was true. For weeks, he'd spent his time with his friends in East Harbor, particularly the boys in the Meijer residence. As much as he gained today, he felt an equal amount of loss.

Carlos noted the turn in Trey's mood when his thoughts turned back. "They seem like a bunch of really good guys."

Trey nodded again. "When mom died, my foster dad tried to make me do things, so I ran away. I was living on the streets when they found me and took me in. I was going to just end up as one more..." He stopped himself before he said it. He didn't want Carlos to think he actually turned a trick. "From the first time we met, they didn't see me for my circumstances, they saw me as a person and were my friends."

They were quiet for a while before Carlos continued. "When we found out where you were, abuela had private eyes gather information on everything -- Dr. Meijer and the boys, your schooling, teachers... every bit of information they could get about you. She wanted to know everything. We found the social media sites of your friends and their band. I thought it was interesting that they are gay."

Trey blushed. "Well, not all of them. Matthew isn't."

"You seemed especially close to Michael."

"Yeah, he's the one that I met first and we were both orphaned when our moms died, and stuff."

Trey didn't need to say more, Carlos could fill in the gaps.

"So," Carlos decided to ask the big question, "is Michael your boyfriend?"

Carlos was surprised when Trey shook his head "no". He was certain he'd seen something more between the boys. Trying to get to the information he wanted indirectly didn't work, so he tried the direct method.

"Are you gay?"

Again, Trey shook his head "no", surprising the young adult again. Carlos closed his eyes and reassessed all he'd seen and known about his cousin.

Trey worried about admitting he wasn't straight and hadn't expected that to come up on day one. He was glad he hadn't had to lie to Carlos. He really liked and admired his cousin. Instead of exposing information he didn't feel safe sharing, he decided to ask a question. "Are you?" It seemed only fair.

"Nah," answered Carlos. "Why limit yourself? I'm bi."

"Really?"

"Hell yeah. Back in New York, I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend -- though they don't know about each other yet."

"And abuela is okay with it?"

"She doesn't care. As long as you're a good person, you bring respect to the family, and you always do your best, she will support you in whatever you do. She's the best."

Trey sighed in relief. "I'm bi, too."

"Yes!" exclaimed Carlos. "I knew it. You and Michael were bed buddies weren't you." Trey blushed crimson red. "Oh wow, you two were pretty hot and heavy, weren't you?"

Trey shrugged. He didn't really have much to compare to.

"Did you have a girlfriend?"

Trey smiled. "Yeah, Melanie Drake."

"And?"

Trey blushed again.

"No shit. Like, all the way?"

"No, just got my hand on her boobs."

"And you're only 13? Way to go cuz..." they bumped fists "...you really are a Diaz." They both laughed when the door opened, and their grandmother came out with a pitcher of lemonade and glasses.

"You two seem to be getting along."

"I was just confirming that he's an authentic Diaz."

"What was your verdict?"

Carlos smiled, "He is." They each took a glass and enjoyed the fresh squeezed juice. "Trey. Let's swim for a bit more then we'll head down to the beach. The swell should be coming in in about an hour or so."

"Cool!" Trey jumped up and grabbed his phone. "¿Abuela? Would you take a photo of me and Carlos so I can send it to my friend?"

"Si, mi querido. But I don't think it is a good idea with Carlos in the nude."

"Here, I'll stand behind this towel."

Trey laughed. "I will too!" He kicked off his swim trunks and joined Carlos behind their hanging towels to pose for the photo before jumping in the pool.

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"Where are we going?" asked April. She'd had fun recording a video with Matthew. Now that it was over, they had hours before they were due home and Matthew had kept his plans a secret. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her. The reality was, she didn't care where they were going as long as they were together.

Matthew glanced over and flashed his smile. "You'll see soon enough."

She was surprised when they pulled into the Estancia La Jolla Hotel and Spa. He parked and gave her another smile. "Wait here."

He ran in and picked up the picnic basket he'd called ahead to have prepared by the chef at Mustangs & Burros. Packed inside where the makings of various types of soft tacos, chips and limeade. He thanked everyone at the restaurant and hurried back out to the car. Dropping it in the truck so April wouldn't get a good look at what he had, he hopped back in the car and started it. "We're almost there."

The turned down Torrey Pines Scenic Drive and found a parking spot close to Black's Beach Lookout. He hopped out and raced around the car to hold the door for April, but she was already stepping out of his Civic. She looked radiant today in her yellow floral sundress. The California sun kissed her skin wrapping her in a warm aura. The only thing brighter was her smile. It took his breath away.

"You are so beautiful." April simply blushed and turned her head coyly. She never knew how to react to Matthew's complements. No one other than her parents had ever spoken to her that way. But when she looked into his eyes, she knew he meant every word of it. There was something there, in his eyes, that she recognized. Sometimes he looked at her the way her parents looked at her. It was a look of complete love and adoration. The only thing different was when Matthew looked at her that way, her heart beat faster.

He took her hand and led her to the trunk. He pressed the button on the fob and popped the lid open. He handed April two blankets. "Please carry these," he asked politely before reaching in and gathering his backpack and the picnic dinner. Matthew shut the trunk. With the backpack over his shoulder, he had one free hand which he used to take April's. He smiled at April and he led her down the path.

Ahead, a gentleman rose from a bench and his dog followed on a leash. Matthew led April to the vacated bench. He spread one blanket across the bench and invited April to take a seat. Then he unpacked their dinner and pulled portable speakers from his backpack. He connected via Bluetooth and started his playlist for the evening. They enjoyed tacos, limeade, each other's company, and the beautiful sunset. As dusk approached and the cool ocean breeze became chilly, Matthew unfolded the other blanket. The couple snuggled together so Matthew could wrap the blanket around them to stay warm. They sat quietly listening to the music and the waves crashing on the beach below. April in Matthew's arms and her head nestled between his neck and shoulder, each wishing this moment would last forever.

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After their nap, Michael and Christian got to work on their project. They knew they only had until dinner time to work. Michael was heading to the Rear Admiral's house for dinner and to spend the night with Lewis, and Christian would be heading home.

Michael's ringtone alerted the boys to a text. Christian was closer. He reached for the phone then slid it across the table to Michael. "It's Trey again."

The phone recognized Michael and opened. He tapped the Messages icon then Trey's message.

"Whoa!" exclaimed Michael in surprise.

"What? Let me see." Christian scooted around to look over Michael's shoulder. "Whoa! Are they...?"

"I think so. I guess he's getting along with his new family... swimmingly." Christian got the pun and groaned while Michael giggled at his clever joke.

"I'm happy for him," said Christian. He was a boy always looking for the silver lining and happy endings.

"Yeah," said Michael, "me too." But his heart wasn't quite into it. He worried Trey would forget him. It was selfish of him, and he knew it, but he couldn't help the way he felt."

"Don't worry about Trey. He'll be fine, Michael. I'm sure he'll talk to you every day to keep you filled in on what's going on."

"I know."

"If anything happens, he'll tell you."

This time a different ringtone alerted the boys. "It's dad. It's time to go."

"Okay. We got a lot done I think." Christian began packing his things back up.

"Yeah. I'm glad. I don't want to be worried about getting this done with a deadline approaching. I've got too much other stuff going on." Michael froze immediately upon saying it. His dad was right no matter how much he didn't want to admit it.

"What?" Christian noticed Michael's revelation but didn't understand what was going on.

"My dad's always figuring things out before me."

"Yeah, that's what parents do. Mine do it all the time and it drives me crazy sometimes."

Michael picked up his overnight bag and sorted the jumbled thoughts in his head. It was nice having an attentive parent. That wasn't something his mom or his sperm donor were capable of the last couple years. At the same time, he wasn't used to being proven wrong and he wasn't sure he liked that at all.

"What are you and Lewis going to do tonight?" asked the blonde as the boys headed down the stairs on their way to the Meijer homestead.

"I don't know," answered Michael. "We never really talked about it much. What do you two do when you spend the night?"

Christian laughed. "We spend a lot of time doing Lewis' favorite pastime -- talking about girls."

Michael joined the laughter. "Well, I hope he isn't going to expect me to say much. I don't think I'll have anything to add about that topic." Christian laughed harder.

"Well, he does have video games and movies. I think you'll have fun. But he'll still want to talk about girls."

Michael just rolled his eyes.

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Trey recalled his day as he showered before bed. After sending the picture to Michael, he and Carlos changed into their wetsuits and walked out onto the beach for Trey's surfing lesson. He had a blast. He simply enjoyed just being in the water and hanging out with his cousin. However, there was something about being on his board that made him feel alive. Not to mention the challenge of picking and riding a wave.

The waves weren't anything special, but they were enough to challenge a first time surfer and Trey conquered. Would he be a professional surfer? He'd never consider it. But this evening was monumental for the young teen. He didn't need someone's help. Carlos could coach him, but he was the only one on the board and his success and failure rested solely on himself. To Carlos, Trey was a natural. He demonstrated some more difficult maneuvers and Trey quickly mastered them. The boy beamed with pride. That was something that Trey had rarely felt in his young life.

A call from the veranda ended their first surfing lesson and the Diaz boys returned to the house to join their grandmother at the outdoor dining table. The house staff served dinner while the trio, Elena, Carlos and Trey, continued their bonding.

Trey finished his shower and shook water out of his hair. "Damn." He realized he'd forgotten a towel. He walked around the corner of the walk-in shower into the expansive bathroom and found a naked Carlos standing over the sink shaving.

"Hey," offered Trey. He grabbed a towel from the built-in shelves and walked over to join Carlos. "I've decided."

"Decided what, little man?" asked Carlos as he rinsed his razor blade before continuing.

"Alejandro. I want to be called Alejandro." Saying it made the decision feel right. It felt better saying it than it had when he came to that conclusion in his head.

Carlos finished the right side of his neck and rinsed his razor again. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want to leave Trey behind. This is a new start. A new me. It's who I really am. Alejandro Matéo Diaz."

Carlos smiled, "The third. Don't ever forget you are also Trey. Trey's a really great guy and I think your friends would agree. But I like Alejandro, too."

The young teen smiled. His new reality was only just beginning to set in, but he was determined to approach his life with a new sense of purpose. His excitement caused his body to tingle from head to toe.

A white towel removed the final remnants of shaving cream from Carlos' face. "Well, Alejandro, I'm going to jump in the shower. If you want, you can spend the night with me tonight."

Alejandro gave Carlos a quirky half smile and his eyes twinkled. "Okay."

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Playing at Brick by Brick to an adult crowd was a much different vibe. The punk crowd, there to see the headliner, the all-star punkers OFF! were intense and the boys could feel it on stage. Since most of the crowd wasn't familiar with Royal Blood, they couldn't tell the three covers from the boys' three original songs. It all sounded good, even if it wasn't their thing. They appreciated good musicianship and good songs. The audience was there to burn calories moshing and slamdancing and the boys on stage provided an edgy, danceable rock music that worked just fine.

From the blistering bass line at the beginning of "Come on Over" to the dueling bass and drums that end "Figure it Out", the boys revved up the crowd exactly like an opening act should. Simon channeled the crowd's energy into his bass solo at the end of "Figure it Out" and Lukas took up the challenge to elevate his drumming as the bass and drums rocked the venue. At the end of the song, the crowd showed their appreciation with shouts and cheers. Zach and some of his friends from school came on stage as the boys left it. The college students grabbed equipment so the roadies for the headliners could set up.

Simon was on a high when an old dude stepped up to him. It was the lead singer of OFF! "You guys fuckin' rock, man," said the aged punk rocker. He gave each of the boys a handshake. "I've seen a lot of bands and I know talent when I see it. Keep it up, dudes."

The young boys just thanked the man before slipping past him and accepting congratulatory comments from others backstage. It was a bit overwhelming. Their minds were still on what just happened on stage and now they had dozens of people they didn't know in their faces.

Simon, dazed by the situation, felt a hand take his. "Com'on!" pierced the din. The hand led him out the back door and past the Transit where Zach and his buddies were loading the band's equipment. Even out back, the crowd was loud. But the distance gave the boys some peace.

"You were awesome tonight," said Lukas. He gave Simon's hand a squeeze and Simon returned the gesture.

"WE were awesome tonight," corrected Simon.

"Yeah," Lukas agreed. "I wish Michael and Matthew could have been here tonight."

"Well, the crowd liked us just fine," noted Simon. He couldn't help but think back to his mother telling him she understood how he felt -- that his father felt the same way about performing. Tonight, was unlike anything he'd experienced. He lost himself again in his thoughts until he felt Lukas pull on his hand. The mischievous look on the blonde's face told him volumes.

Lukas dragged him around the corner into a shadow next to the dumpster. "Com'on," he said breathlessly, "we don't have much time." Simon felt an arm pull his head down into a kiss and a hand working to open his pants.

"What are you doing?" laughed Simon, half-heartedly fighting off Lukas' anxious fumbling of his zipper. It was a rhetorical question, he knew exactly what Lukas was up to and was already hard.

By the end of their set, the boys had stripped out of their shirts in the hot, stuffy bar. That left little to impede their progress. Lukas loved it when Simon wore skinny jeans. They were so sexy and showed off his assets. On the flip side, however, the blonde hated trying to get him out of them.

Frustrated, Lukas looked around. 'Damn,' he thought, 'this place is so nasty.' Broken glass and trash littered the alley where the staff and garbagemen failed in their mission. Lukas used his Saber-green Chucks to clear some debris. He slid his gym shorts down only to his knees and used them as padding and protection. Lukas dropped to his knees and resumed his work getting Simon freed from his jeans.

Simon sighed when Lukas succeeded in releasing his painfully hard cock. He groaned when his foreskin was pulled back and a hot, wet mouth engulfed his manhood. The blonde made short work of getting his boyfriend ready for penetration.

When he felt he'd done a sufficient job, he stood and pointed his rear at the object of his desire. Gripping the edge of the dumpster, Lukas gave a wiggle and said, "Be quick."

He faced the Waste Management logo and felt a hand grip his hip. Lukas arched his back and presented himself. Simon rubbed his slick glans across his target before leaning forward and slipping home.

Lukas moaned and grabbed his own dripping cock. He jacked himself in rhythm with Simon's invasion. Lost in their own little corner of the world, they grunted and moaned as they sought release.

Was it the naughtiness of doing it in an alley by a dumpster? Was it doing it in such a public place? Was it the high from just coming off stage? Or was it the connection these two boys shared? Whatever it was, the sex was exhilarating.

Lukas rocked his hips in time with Simon, fucking himself as much as he was being fucked. The steely rod slipped from Lukas and dove back in with increasing speed and urgency.

"Shit, I'm almost there. Hurry!" panted Lukas, fighting his pending explosion.

Simon grunted and picked up speed making it even more difficult for Lukas to hold back. He let go of his cock and held the dumpster with both hands. His sweaty brow rested on his forearm. Simon was taking him there, it was just a matter of who got their first.

The bass player adjusted his feet slightly to enable the penetration of the last few centimeters of his long, thick rod. The sensation of Lukas' tight ring strangling the very base of his cock was one of Simon's favorite feelings. The grip tightened on Lukas's hips as Simon made a final thrust before he exploded inside Lukas. It pushed Lukas to the finish line. With a strangled cry, he painted the side of the dumpster.

Lukas' contracting rectum was heaven. Simon made a quick out and in between spasms of his cock, intensifying his experience. The quick assault on Lukas' prostate sent a shiver up the blonde's spine has he quaked through his petit mort.

Their orgasms left them both gasping for breath. "Oh, fuck that was good," reveled Simon, slowly extracting himself from his lover. He staggered a step or two over to the brick wall and placed a hand against it to steady himself. His jeans still resting just below his ass and balls.

Lukas took a few moments longer to regain himself. He went to stand and felt his bowels gurgle. "Shit!" He quickly spun around and squatted just in time. A loud, wet fart was followed by a splashing of Simon's ejaculate onto the asphalt. Simon burst into laughter.

"How much did you cum?" queried Lukas. It felt like he'd already deposited a pint of cum on the ground and more was on the way.

"I don't know," laughed Simon. "A lot, I guess. That was so fucking hot." Lukas simply grumbled about his predicament. Simon continued, "Well, it's a good thing you did this now instead of it happening on the way home." This time Lukas nodded his head in agreement. His boyfriend had a good point there, but his mind snapped right back to his situation.

Option 1: Ask Simon to go get some toilet paper or something while he squatted in the alley by himself waiting. He ruled that out because he didn't want to be left in this compromising position for who knew how long.

Option 2: Try to find something in the dumpster he could use. Not a terrible idea but it was dark and who knows what gross thing they might stick their hand on or cut themselves on.

Option 3: Well, there wasn't an option three yet. But he was working on one.

"What are you gonna do?" asked Simon, realizing the state Lukas was in.

"I don't know, but I can't just pull up my pants. It will stink up the car too much and I don't want to sit in it all the way home."

"Yeah, and I'm hungry so we need to stop and eat along the way."

"So, what are we gonna do?" asked Lukas.

"I know," said Simon. "Stand up a bit and put your back against the dumpster to support yourself."

Lukas did as he was asked, and Simon knelt in from of him. Reaching down, Simon tried to raise Lukas' foot. It was awkward so Lukas reached up and gripped the edge of the dumpster to support himself. The job became much easier and in no time flat, Simon had pulled Lukas shorts and underwear over his tennis shoes leaving the blond completely naked above his ankle socks. Simon extracted the sweaty briefs from the shorts and wiped his own cock clean.

"Hey!" whined Lukas.

"We both need to clean up a bit." He finished on himself and handed the briefs to Lukas. "Use these then throw them in the dumpster."

"But..."

"You can go commando for the ride home," explained Simon.

He couldn't see Lukas roll his eyes. "But I like this pair."

"Then we'll get you a new pair. Besides, you have more underwear than anyone I know."

"Well I have so many because you think I'm sexy in them."

"True. Hurry up. They are probably looking for us."

Lukas folded the briefs again and made one last pass up his crack before tossing them into the dumpster. Simon, with his junk packed neatly into his jeans, kneeled down to help Lukas. Lukas slipped each foot into his shorts and Simon pulled them up slowly, kissing his way up the boy's leg before cleaning the remains of his orgasms from his wilted member. Once Lukas was tucked back into his shorts, Simon licked the blonde's belly button and continued to kiss his way up Lukas' chest, neck and to his lips. The lovers shared a passionate tongue battle.

When they broke, Lukas muttered, "Shit."

"What?"

"I'm hard again, thanks to you."

The boys laughed and walked back around the corner of the building. A man standing there startled them.

"I'm NOT going to make it a habit of standing guard to make sure you two don't get caught having sex in public." Zach was pissed. Asa, Kevin and the crew, his friends that helped him with unloading and loading the band's equipment, had all wanted to congratulate the boys on a great performance. Most had to leave before getting to do so. "My friends were here to help you. The least you could have done was say, 'Thank you.'"

The boys felt badly about missing the opportunity to show their gratitude for Zach's friends and to share the success of the evening. They followed Zach back to the van where Asa, Kevin, Stone, Jess and Itsuki were waiting. They were watching footage from the different cameras they used to record the show.

Itsuki looked up first. "Ooohhh, you boys. The JFL looks good on you."

"The what?" asked Lukas.

"Honey, you both are glowing with that 'Just Fucked Look'. Don't try to deny it. Your cute little teen asses have been busy."

Simon and Lukas blushed fierily.

Asa looked up and saw the boys and waved them over to the laptops. They looked at the monitor playing the footage from the camera at the back of the venue that captured the audience and the stage together. The boys were mesmerized.

As the boys watched, Asa filled them in. "It was a packed house tonight. OFF! has a dedicated hard-core punk following and your music isn't usually their cup of tea. Look at the crowd, they are into it. They are into you and your music. You two showed a lot of stage presence and showmanship tonight."

Keith chimed in. "I think all that work you guys have been doing watching concerts and working on performing, not just playing, is paying off. You two rocked the shit out of this place tonight." Simon and Lukas beamed with pride.

"Thanks," said Simon. "The old dude from the other band said so too."

"WOW!" said Asa. "Keith Morris complemented you? What did he say?"

Simon was surprised that Asa was making such a big deal about it. "Well, he said he knows talent when he sees it and we should keep playing."

Asa realized the boys didn't know the headlining act. "Have you ever heard of OFF!?"

The boys shook their heads.

"OFF! is the musical supergroup for punk music. Keith was a founding member of Black Flag and Circle Jerks. He's been in bands for like over 40 years. He's probably seen thousands of other bands. Wow! He likes you guys!"

Simon and Lukas looked at each other. They had had no idea who OFF! was or the old dude they ran into back stage. Their look of wonder turned into huge smiles. Lukas was so proud of Simon. He slipped his arms around the raven-haired boy. He knew how important this was to Simon. It was another step in making his boyfriend's dreams come true.

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Derek grunted after missing another pool shot. Bending down, he kicked off his left sock. Down to his right sock and a pair of bikini briefs, Derek was close to losing again.

"Are you even trying?" joked Trajan. "I think you like being naked so much you lose on purpose." Trajan, only shirtless, knew he had an advantage over the little blonde. After all, it was his pool table in his family room. He'd grown up fooling around on the pool table and he'd just recently taught Derek. He started Derek's lessons once he'd convinced his mother it would be quieter if they spent the night in the family room instead of his bedroom. The truth was, he was the one that preferred Derek naked. The little imp was adorable dressed but sexy as hell in the buff. Plus, it was easier to play "hide the pickle" when you didn't have any garments infringing on the fun.

"I think you like picking games I'm not good at," groused Derek. It seemed to be the way that things went when he and Trajan were together. They would do something Trajan wanted to do or play a game that Derek didn't know or wasn't good at, then have knock-down, drag-out sex. At least, in Derek's mind, the sex was fun.

A couple more rounds and Derek used the elastic waistband like a rubber band and fired the pale blue garment at Trajan. "Now what?" asked Derek.

"Now for the dares!" The teen's eyes burned brightly.

Derek rolled his eyes. "I know that. What's the dare?"

Trajan sat down and removed his socks and cargo shorts leaving him commando in a pair of basketball shorts. He'd clearly planned on winning tonight. "We're going outside."

"WHAT?" squeaked Derek. A sense of panic filled his being. They'd been daring having sex in a school bathroom at the dance. Their night time follies had them sneaking around the house and performing various sex acts in unconventional places in the house while his parents slept. But they'd never gone outside.

"Yep, com'on."

Trajan grabbed a beach towel and Derek followed close behind. He expected Trajan to go to the basement's walk-out sliding doors to their backyard. Instead, Trajan headed for the stairs. Derek was always nervous when they first ventured out into the rest of the house because he was never certain the De Luca's were in bed. Finding the upstairs lights were off, Derek breathed a sigh of relief.

When Trajan turned right instead of toward the doors onto the deck at the rear of the house, Derek broke into a sweat. Despite his fear, his little pecker was pointed at a 45-degree angle and keeping time with his racing heartbeat.

At the front door, Trajan carefully unlocked and opened the storm door before gently opening the squeaky aluminum screen door. His parents' bedroom faced the front of the house and on this mild evening, they were certain to have their window open.

The De Luca's home had a relatively large front porch with the steps and front door at one end, and outdoor seating at the other. The porch was lined with shrubbery hiding everything below the top of the porch's railing. The boys tip-toed to the seating area and Trajan covered one seat with a beach towel so it wouldn't be too cold for Derek.

Seated, Derek surveyed the area. The porch was long enough no one could see up the stairs to the seating area unless they walked up the De Luca sidewalk and came up on the porch. The street lamps cast shadows in all different directions, but there wasn't any direct lighting to expose what they were about to do. The neighbor's houses were close, but most had no lights on. Checking the large windows just behind the end of the porch, Derek's eyes widened. A bedside lamp was lit, and the windows were open. Trajan's parents were awake and were watching something on television.

Derek looked at Trajan and whispered, "They're awake!"

Trajan just smiled, "Then I guess you're going to have to be quiet." Being quiet during sex wasn't the easiest thing for Derek. Trajan liked making the young boy groan and moan.

Trajan approached Derek and kneeled between the 11-year-old's legs. He lifted the coltish legs and hung them over the arms of the chair. It was quite a beautiful sight. Derek was sporting a rigid four inches and a pair of testicles that hung loosely in their pink purse, nearly touching the beach towel, hiding his little, beige, wrinkly hole. The older, curly-haired teen knew that once he got poor, little Derek worked up, the boy's resistance would vanish.

He started at Derek's left knee, kissing and nibbling his way down to the boy's treasures. The little swimmer's body twitched and jerked with the gentle teasing of his older boyfriend. Trajan repeated his work on the boy's right leg. Halfway down the inner thigh, he felt Derek's hands grab his hair to redirect the hot mouth to his pink cock and balls. Trajan resisted. Derek worked his abs poking the side of Trajan's head in search of a warm, wet place to pleasure it.

Trajan remained in control and reached Derek's neglected treasures in his own time. Upon arrival, he used his tongue to lift each of Derek's grape-sized balls into his mouth and sucked them gently. He lathered Derek's sac with his tongue and sniffed the boy's scent. Derek's smell always drove Trajan crazy with lust. Releasing the boy's balls, he nibbled his way up the underside of Derek's pulsing tween cock until he reached the sensitive head. The teen swirled his tongue around the tip before plunging down on the young cock.

"Uuuuuhhhnnnngggg," groaned Derek.

Trajan paused long enough to remind Derek where they were and the risk they ran of being caught. "Shhhh...my parents." Derek closed his mouth to muffle his verbalizations and Trajan went back to work.

Slowly, Trajan worked his way up and down Derek's dick. Light brushes of his tongue filled his mouth with bursts of flavor as he drove Derek into a sexual frenzy. The teen used his weight to keep Derek from bucking his hips too much and to maintain control of the situation. Derek's moans turning into whimpers, was Trajan's cue that Derek was ready to do anything he wanted. He stood and pulled Derek to his feet. The older boy directed fifth grader to the banister next to his parents' bedroom window.

Derek felt a gentle push on his shoulders telling him to assume the position. He bent over resting his forearms on the railing. From this position, Derek realized he could see through the shear curtains of the window. He observed Trish and Giovanni in bed. Trish browsed through a magazine and Giovanni checked his email from his phone. Neither paid much attention to the TV, but the noise gave the boys some cover. The little imp's mind had strayed from what Trajan was doing until he felt his cheeks parted and a tongue squirming its way into his most private place. To keep from voicing his pleasure and getting caught, Derek leaned down and bit his arm.

Instead of the slow, teasing Derek experienced on his groin, Trajan switched to a fast, aggressive tonguing of the boy's booty. It made Derek's knees quake. He tried to stay silent so they wouldn't be caught. It was even harder when he experienced the exquisite stretching of his hole as Trajan worked his way in.

Trajan began to saw in and out of the hot vice gripping his maturing cock. He remembered to not drive in too far. He was aware the slapping of his hips against Derek's backside would give them away. Once he measured out his movements, Trajan closed his eyes and worked feverishly to achieve his orgasm. The excitement and risk heightened his every sense and made his body tingle from head to foot.

The teen hit his stride and Derek threw his head back in pleasure. With a slight adjustment to his stance and angle of his hips, Derek was able to position his prostate in the line of assault. The strumming of his little nugget caused Derek's toes to curl.

Something caught Derek's attention. He wasn't sure what it was, but his brain had remained on alert when Trajan's had not. Derek opened his eyes to see Trish approaching the window. He dared not say a word to Trajan in fear of being overheard by his boyfriend's mother.

Chilled, Trish had decided to shut the window. She continued her conversation with Giovanni on her walk to the window. Lucky for the boys, when she opened the shear curtains, the reflection of the bedroom light off the glass masked the sight of her son frantically fucking his little boyfriend. But Derek feared Trajan's father. If he were to look over towards his wife, the glow of the bedroom light shining on the bare skin of their son and Derek would be clearly visible through the window's screen. Derek held his breath and hoped for the best.

The shear curtain came off its track. Trish reached up and fussed with the curtain. For a moment, Derek was relieved when she blocked Giovanni's view. When she stepped away to grab a chair to stand on, the boys were only a glance away from being caught. Seconds seemed like hours to Derek. Trajan's fingers dug into his hips as the teen climbed closer to his orgasm.

Trish returned to the window with the chair. From the chair, she made quick work of getting the curtain back on its track. "I'm really getting sick of this. We need to fix this."

Giovanni agreed and looked up at his wife just as she moved to the center of the window again. Derek didn't hear his response. The noise of the closing window was too loud. When Trish reached to close the shear curtains, Giovanni had a clear view of Derek and Trajan, but the reflection of the TV on the glass glared in his face.

Trish closed the curtains just as Trajan coated Derek's innards with a batch of teen baby makers. The grunts and groans with each jettison of sperm into Derek's ass would certainly have been heard if Trish hadn't closed the window. Relieved that they were safe from being caught, Derek relaxed. Trajan, still with his eyes closed. Twitched and quivered with every movement of his sensitive cock still buried in Derek's furnace.

"Whew!" whispered Trajan. He slipped out of Derek and the boy stood and turned.

"Do you know how close we came to getting caught?" whispered Derek. This was one stunt that was just too risky to ever repeat. "Your mom closed the window just before you started grunting through your orgasm."

Trajan suppressed his laughter. "Really?"

"Yes," hissed Derek. Trajan was surprised by Derek's anger. The little imp usually liked their risky romps. Neither boy understood Derek's anger wasn't rooted in the risk of Trajan's latest antic, but in his feelings about how Trajan treated him when they weren't having sex.

Trajan decided that the front porch wasn't the venue for their continued sexual activity. He took Derek by the hand and led him back into the house, grabbing the beach towel on the way. He could tell Derek was irritated and thought it best to move to a more private place.

The boys quietly made their way to the basement and slipped out the door to the patio under the deck. Derek gave a shiver as the Southern California night continued to cool.

"Let me grab a blanket." Trajan was only a second grabbing a blanket off the sectional and rejoining Derek outside. He took Derek's hand to lead him out into the yard, but Derek pulled away. The young boy went back into the house leaving Trajan standing alone and confused.

He went inside and found Derek lying on the blow-up mattress curled up in a blanket with his back to the door. Trajan didn't know what to say so he lay down next to Derek and covered himself up in the blanket he was carrying. They lay there thinking the other had fallen to sleep, but each boy was deep in thought.

Derek enjoyed sex with Trajan. He even had fun with the surprises and adventures Trajan planned for the two. But he also liked what he and Michael did together. It was different and made him feel special. Shouldn't his boyfriend make him feel special? Shouldn't there be more than just hanging out and having sex? He didn't want to stop what he and Trajan did, he just wanted more. Derek simply couldn't figure out how to explain himself.

Trajan couldn't figure out why Derek was mad at him. Derek had always seemed to enjoy these adventures. Why was tonight different? Sometimes he didn't understand his younger boyfriend. It didn't help that this was his first boyfriend. Was he doing something wrong? Did he say something wrong?

Each boy eventually dropped off into a fitful sleep.

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Careful to meet the parents' expectations, Matthew planned ample time to make it from Black's Beach to East Harbor, even if they ran into traffic or a natural disaster. Since they made it back in plenty of time, Matthew was able to take April out for ice cream. Lucky for Matthew, Hammond's recently opened an East Harbor location and all of his friends were excited they could get the hand-made treat locally. He wanted to try it himself and ending their date with a trip to Hammond's seemed perfect.

They pulled into Hammond's and parked the car. Even though the patio was packed, the lines were short. Matthew checked the time again to confirm they had plenty of time. The two walked hand-in-hand and chose the shortest line.

"I can't believe we have a Hammond's in East Harbor!" April was so excited. It made Matthew smile to see April so expressive. The typically reserved and thoughtful girl was showing her fun and playful side. "Growing up, it's always been a treat to go to Hammond's because it was either a special trip, or we were out doing something else in San Diego."

"So, what flavors of ice cream do you like?" asked Matthew. It had been an evening of discovery and getting to know one another. If nothing else, after this evening he would remember the smell of her hair. They spent hours at the bench on the overlook though it only seemed like minutes.

"I usually go for the fruit flavors. Hammond's peach and banana ice creams are my favorite. What are yours?"

Matthew thought for a moment. "Probably anything with caramel in it."

"Yum! I love caramel, too."

"Hey, a table just opened up. I'll get something for us to share if you'll go grab that table."

"You've got it." She kissed him on the cheek. "But the pressure's on. I don't even let my parents order my ice cream."

Matthew watched her gracefully cross the patio to the empty table in the corner of the patio, farthest from the walk-up windows. She turned and caught him staring. He smiled and played it cool while inside he was kicking himself for offering to order for both of them. He'd never even been to a Hammond's and had no idea what to get.

The person in front of him was already ordering so he had to think fast. Checking over the list of ice cream flavors and toppings, it was overwhelming. The line behind him had grown and he felt pressure to order quickly.

He told the lady his order then remembered to add two bottled waters to the order. He paid and stepped to the pick-up window and waited. He kept telling himself it was just ice cream, but the voice of his father kept telling him what a screw up he was, and this would prove to be just one more example. He glanced back at April and caught her staring this time.

Matthew noticed the counter with utensils and napkins. He gathered plenty of each when he heard his name called to pick up his order. He grabbed the dessert and bottled waters and navigated the tables, chairs and kids hyped up on sugar without spilling or dropping a thing.

"Oh my gosh! What is that? It's huge!"

"It's a non-traditional banana split. It's got banana ice cream with hot fudge, peach ice cream with blackberry topping, and this end is marshmallow fudge swirl ice cream with caramel topping." He didn't mention the bananas, whipped cream and Maraschino cherries since they were evident.

Matthew divvied up the napkins and handed April a spoon and bottle of water. "You ready?" he asked, spoon raised and ready to dig into the dish sitting between the two lovebirds.

April raised her spoon. "Ready!" They both dug in. April went first to the banana ice cream with hot fudge topping. She carved off a piece of banana and a bit of whipped cream. The combination was divine.

Matthew took a chance on the opposite end of the split. He smothered a bit of banana with the fudge and marshmallow ice cream and some caramel topping. A second dip covered the contents of his spoon with whipped cream. The texture of the caramel played off the creaminess of the real, hand-packed ice cream. He rolled the combination around in his mouth and luxuriated in the flavor. It was like eating a brownie with bits of caramel and marshmallows inside. It was delicious!

They both dipped into the peach ice cream with blackberry topping. April rolled her eyes. "I would never have picked that combination, but it is delicious! You can order for me again anytime."

The young couple laughed and enjoyed their evening treat. Did they enjoy the ice cream or each other's company more? It's anybody's guess, but a couple watching from the pick-up window definitely had their opinion.

"You have whipped cream in your hair," said Matthew. He scooted closer and reached across to brush it out of her hair. The motion brought their faces close together. April took the lead and guided Matthew's head so their lips could meet. Her hand brushed the curly bangs from his eyes and the two teens stared intently into the depths of the other's soul.

"May we join you?" April and Matthew were yanked back into the real world. They separated quickly and scooted apart.

"Mom! Dad! Sure, have a seat."

Matthew started to scoot farther away but Jack put an end to that. "Matthew, stop. If you want to sit closer to April, don't let our presence stop you. Hold hands, hug, and kiss if April wants to. We're fine with that. But you'll have to put up with us doing the same thing."

Matthew looked to April and she nodded. "Yeah, they're all over each other all the time." That broke the ice. The four laughed and enjoyed lively conversation under the stars. April, to show Matthew that her father meant what he said, scooted closer.

April's parents finished their ice cream cones and stayed to enjoy the company. With all the talking, April and Matthew were slowly finishing their split.

Just as the patio guests quieted down, April took her spoon and moved the red, candied fruit to Matthew's side of the bowl. "You can have my cherry."

Jack and Heather burst out laughing as the teens' faces turned multiple shades of red.

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When he crawled into bed with Carlos the night before, he was eager to have sex with is older cousin. But the evening turned out much differently.

Both boys were naked, but Carlos simply propped his pillow up and waited for his younger cousin to do the same. The Diaz boys spent the evening getting to know each other better. Mainly, it was Alejandro inquiring about what it was like to be a Diaz. Boarding school, the family's homes around the world, the family businesses, and, well, just about everything. Now that Alejandro had embraced his true identity, he jumped in with both feet.

As the night wore on, Carlos prodded Alejandro to open up and tell him more about Trey and his adventures. The investigators had reported the facts that they could find, but the real flavor could only come from the boy and his personal experiences. Alejandro's enthusiasm waned, but he answered his cousin's questions honestly. Before he fell to sleep, Alejandro had remembered and shared stories he never told another soul. Carlos wasn't just an adult to be trusted, though he was an adult. He wasn't just a caring friend like the Meijer boys and his other friends in East Harbor. Carlos was family. Alejandro had been drawn to Carlos from the start and now he felt safe in the unconditional love from family and his heart burst to return it.

Alejandro curled up next to Carlos and rested his head on his cousin's shoulder. Carlos pulled his little lost (and found) cousin in tight against his body and vowed to protect this boy, his family, from everything.

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Stuffed with pizza, chips and soda, the boys took a break from the evening to let their stomachs settle. Lewis spun in circles on his desk chair and Michael sprawled out on the bed.

"Your dad makes the best pizzas ever," groaned Michael. He knew he should have stopped before the last three pieces he ate.

"Dude," replied Lewis, equally full and regretting how much he had eaten. "He made three pizzas tonight and he only ate half of one."

"But it was soooooooo gooooooood," moaned Michael, before giggling at his dramatic flair.

"Yeah, dad's been awesome ever since..."

"Yeah," agreed Michael. Lewis didn't need to finish his comment. If anyone in the world would understand, it would be Michael. "I really like your dad."

"Trust me, if you met him now the way he was before the incident, you wouldn't recognize him."

"I understand. You don't have to explain. I'm just saying that the dad you have now is really great. You're lucky. We're both lucky. Not all dads care like our dads do."

Lewis nodded and spoke before he thought. "What was your real dad like?"

"An asshole," Michael stated flatly.

"How was he an asshole?"

"Growing up, I always thought that he didn't want a gay son. He wanted me to be like Matthew. Matthew played football and baseball. I did gymnastics and played soccer. Matthew was super popular at school. I was picked on all the time. Even my dad picked on me. The only time he was nice to me was when he was teaching us music. With music, he liked that I was smart and would practice and work hard. But my grades, my athletic accomplishments, the other things I could do never impressed him. I thought he hated gays, so he hated me. But that wasn't it. He didn't want to want me."

That confused Lewis. He didn't get what Michael was saying.

Then it dawned on Michael. "You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"That you are sort of the hero in this whole thing."

"No, I definitely remember the sunburn I got from carrying you from the van. But you were the hero, not me. You..."

"No Lewis. The video you were sent. The pictures you copied and dropped around school. Those were the key evidence the FBI needed to bring down the entire sex trafficking syndicate."

"What? How?"

"The lady that sent you the video mistakenly sent you a copy of the original. The version where they hadn't blurred out all the identifiable information in the video. That's how we found out who the man in the mask was and he told the FBI everything."

"Oh, wow. He was one evil bastard. I wanted to kill him for hurting you. Who was it?"

"My father."

Lewis's freckles even turned white. "Dude, I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"I know, duh, I just told you you didn't know," laughed Michael.

Lewis laughed too. "Oh yeah." After more laughter, Lewis apologized for bringing that up. "I'm sorry I brought that up."

"It's okay, but I've been curious." Michael lowered his voice. "What did you do that was so bad that she was able to blackmail you?"

Lewis felt Michael deserved to know. After all, he'd seen far too much of what Michael went through. It was only fair, but the red-head couldn't speak the words. He got up and went to his bedroom door and stuck his head out.

"Good night, dad. We're turning in."

George called up from the living room downstairs. "Good night, Lewis. Good night, Michael."

Michael hurried to the door and stuck his head into the hallway. "Good night, Mr. Feurst. Thank you for all the yummy pizza!"

The Rear Admiral smiled. He didn't know how Lewis did it, but his son made friends with some really good kids. He admired both Christian and Michael and he noticed how those boys were rubbing off on Lewis. "You're welcome, Michael! I'm happy you were able to spend the night tonight!'

"Thank you!" the young boy said. "See you in the morning!"

George went back to reading his newspaper and Lewis closed and locked his bedroom door. As is well known to all boys, turning off lights to make it dark makes everything more private. So that is just what Lewis did. He turned off his bedroom lights leaving only his desk lamp and the forgotten TV to light his way.

He dug through is desk drawer for his flash drive and grabbed his laptop. He joined Michael on the bed, he woke up his machine and inserted the drive. Some clicks, a password, a couple more clicks and Lewis turned the machine to face Michael. He didn't need to look.

Michael watched the entire video before he reacted. "Are your pubes really that red?"

Not what he expected to hear. Lewis laughed and admitted they were. He'd never shown the video to anyone and he expected some reaction to what he had done on camera. He deserved to get that reaction, but Michael didn't say anything.

"Well..." prompted Lewis.

"Well, what?"

"What did you think about what I did?"

"It was hot!"

"What?"

"Lewis, I'm gay. What did you expect me to think? You had that vibrator up your ass, and it was buzzing on your prostate. Looked like you were enjoying it and that was hot. Besides, I had no idea your dick was that big." The young boy laughed again.

This was not how Lewis expected this conversation to play out. He didn't know what to do or say.

"So, what's it like?" asked Michael.

"What's what like?"

Michael had a mischievous look on his face and Lewis wondered where this was going. The boy raised an eyebrow and answered, "The vibrator."

Lewis stuttered trying to find some response, but he didn't know what to say. He didn't want to let on how much he liked it -- he wasn't gay -- but it was Michael. If anyone would understand, Michael would.

"Do you still have it?" inquired Michael.

"Have wha... Oh. Yeah." Lewis blushed giving his secret away. He kept it so he could play with it again. He hadn't played with it, but he couldn't bring himself to get rid of it either.

"Can I see it?"

Lewis began to hem-and-haw again when Michael rose up. The 11-year-old whipped off his t-shirt and stood on the bed showing off his tenting lacrosse shorts.

"Michael, I'm not..."

"I know, and I'm not asking you to do anything if you don't want to. That's why I'm asking about your purple toy. Your video made me horny and curious."

Lewis smirked and walked over to his bookshelves. He reached for a box on top and pulled out the vibrator and a bottle of lube. The turned the knob on the bottom of the toy and nothing happened. He reached in and grabbed a fresh pair of batteries and returned to the bed. Michael was handed the toy housing a fresh set of batteries and a bottle of Astroglide.

"Oh, wait." Lewis quickly retrieved a towel from the bathroom, so they didn't get any lube on the comforter.

Michael slipped out of his shorts and undies. He flicked them onto the floor with his left foot. Naked in front of Lewis, Michael took his little man between his fingers and gave it a few tugs. He bent down and grabbed the phallus shaped vibrator and handed it to Lewis.

Lewis looked at the sex toy in his hand then back to Michael. The naked boy gestured to Lewis. "You're the expert. Help me out." If Lewis hadn't turned his attention back to the vibrator, he might have noticed the smirk on the other boy's face. Michael was wondering just how far things might go this night. After seeing Lewis in the video, he'd certainly go there.

Flopping down on his back, Michael grabbed his knees and offered himself to Lewis' instruction.

The red-head's cheeks matched his hair. 'What the hell have I gotten myself into?' thought Lewis. He surveyed the situation just to confirm.

My bedroom. Check.
My bed. Check.
Naked boy, not girl, in my bed. Check.
Sex toy and lube in hand. Check.
Boy wants me to use sex toy on him. Lewis watched as Michael relaxed his hole, willing it to open up. Yep, that one is a check too.

Lewis hesitated while he determined what to do.

"Com'on," whined Michael.

'I can't believe I'm doing this,' thought Lewis. His mind was in denial, but his hand was lubing up the purple penis. He touched the tip of it to Michael's bottom and the boy shivered from the cold lube.

Michael watched Lewis's hand manipulate the toy. His friend was tentative at first, but as he progressed, he took his job more seriously.

Teasing the hole, Lewis alternated between rubbing the tip around the edge of Michael's hole and gently prodding the center. He found it interesting to have a different view of this process. Michael's moaning added to Lewis' interest.

Using the techniques he enjoyed himself, Lewis worked to loosen the boy's hole, much to the little bottom's extreme pleasure. He poked the hole again and this time it stretched and swallowed the head of the fake cock. The sight of the little pucker expanding to take the large vibrator reminded Lewis of the sensation of his own hole stretching during the initial entry. He used his right hand to twist the toy in the boy and his left to adjust his stiffening manhood.

Michael's toes curled and he dripped a bit of precum when the head of the artificial cock bumped his newly maturing prostate. This was a new experience for the young boy. This wasn't having sex with a friend. There was no give and take. No hugging and kissing. He was just lying there letting a friend use a toy on his hole. All sensations were coming from his butt and he was just there taking it all in... literally.

The twisting was coupled with the pulling and pushing of the fake purple phallus. Michael's legs twitched and the boy groaned while the vibrator reached deeper and deeper into his bowels. Before long, Lewis bottomed out the toy and had a nice, steady in and out motion.

"Oh, fuck," groaned Michael.

Lewis was shocked to hear his young friend use that language -- he'd never heard Michael use the "f" word. Then again, it wasn't like they were at school or anything.

"This is so weird," admitted Michael. "It's like getting fucked, but different."

Lewis chuckled. "You are getting fucked."

"I mean, it feels good in a different way. Different than the real thing."

"Hmmm..." Lewis filed that information away, but he really wasn't interested in finding out. The toy was enough for him. He sped up the motion of the toy and Michael's moaning increased. "Well, I might not know the difference between how it feels to have this toy in my ass, or a real dick, but I do know the real thing can't do this." Lewis twisted the dial on the bottom of the vibrator turning it on to its highest setting.

Michael's eyes flew open. "Oooooohhhh!" He couldn't keep his legs from twitching. The buzzing on his prostate reverberated throughout his entire body. Lewis resumed pulling and pushing the vibrator keeping tabs on Michael's temperature. The boy was heating up fast. When Michael was close to popping, Lewis pulled the toy part way out then pushed down on the base driving the vibrating head firmly against Michael's pleasure button. Michael's legs shot straight out knocking Lewis' hand away. His back arched a fraction of a second before he painted stripes of clear cum on his chest and stomach. It was by far the largest load he'd ever delivered and the farthest he'd ever shot. Michael had a silly look on his face as his body spasmed through the last tremors of his orgasm. Once his body finally relaxed, he looked over to Lewis. He reached between his legs and extracted the large, life-like toy giving another shiver as it banged into his prostate again. He held it up in the air to take another look at his new second favorite pastime. Michael turned it off and announced, "I have GOT to get one of these!"

Lewis laughed and reached to take the vibrator, but Michael pulled it out of reach. The red-head gave a confused look to which Michael grinned. "It's your turn."

Michael sat up to give Lewis room to stretch out on the bed, but the older boy was frozen in his spot.

"It's okay, Lewis," consoled Michael. "I know you're not gay or anything. Most people probably think liking a toy like this is gay, but from what I've read, lots of straight guys love having their butts played with and their prostates rubbed. There's even lots of stuff out there for girls to learn what to do for their boyfriends. Besides, it's not like I don't already know. I've seen the video. Anyway, it's probably like jacking off. It's great to do it yourself, but it's even better when someone else does it for you."

Lewis squinted to look at Michael more closely. "Are you trying to talk me into it?"

"Maybe."

The teen smiled and boasted, "You just wanna see my humungo man-dick, don't ya?"

Michael coyly replied, "Maybe."

When this whole thing started, Lewis was leery of messing around with a boy. But Michael wasn't just a boy. He was a friend who he shared secrets with. They could talk to each other about things because they knew the other would understand in ways others couldn't because of shared experiences. This could be just another shared experience.

Lewis stood and faced Michael. In a slow and somewhat corny way, Lewis stretched the waistband of his boxers out to get over his erection before he dropped them to the floor. "Ta da! Behold the red monster!"

Both boys laughed as Lewis flung himself on the bed ready for whatever was to come. Michael lubed up the vibrator and moved so he was between Lewis' legs. To make room, Lewis planted his feet flat on the mattress close to his butt.

With excess lube on his hand, Michael reached out lubed Lewis' hole. The boy marveled at the ring of red hair that was forming around the hole. It wasn't a lot, just enough to tell they went all the way around, but it was something he'd never seen before. Lewis also had hair on his balls. He gently cupped Lewis scrotum and weighed the large testicles. 'These looked bigger than Matthew's, and he's 16,' wondered Michael.

Lewis, on the receiving end of all this attention, was glad he'd decided to go along with the proceedings. As soon as Michael touched him down there, his cock jumped, and he moaned with pleasure. As often as he played with his toy, he'd never considered what it would be like for someone else to play with his hole. If he were honest, he only ever thought about fucking Sarah or whatever her name was. Letting someone else play with his hole was... he tried to think of the right word. Sexy? Then it crossed his mind. The thought of Courtney, equally naked, between his legs playing with his ass and balls. He nearly shot right then.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize Michael had switched to the toy. Lewis' understanding of sex and sexuality was transforming. Where his adolescent mind had been focused on making out, grabbing boob and fucking, this evening was opening him up to broader, more mature concepts of sex play, foreplay, and other ideas Michael would wake him up to before the night was over.

Easing the dormant vibrator in and out, Michael rubbed the inside of Lewis' thighs, gently stroked the underside of his cock, played with his balls, tickled his taint, and explored other erogenous zones. It wasn't his intent, but these were all new experiences for Lewis and his brain worked to file each new discovery away for later use.

Teasing wasn't new to Michael. Being his first time with Lewis, and guessing that it might be Lewis' first time, he decided a little fun might be in order. He'd worked Lewis up to taking the entire vibrator like a pro and was ready to turn it on. With one finger, he stood Lewis rock-solid cock straight up and watched a thin stream of precum trickle down he side. He slid the vibrator all the way home then cranked it up to its highest setting like Lewis had done to him.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...fu...fu...fu...fu...fu...ck," sputtered Lewis. His entire body trembled as if Michael was sending an electrical charge through his muscular, teen body. The buzz from the toy woke him from his thoughts to the very real sensations coursing through his being.

The thin trickle of precum turned into a river. Since his fingers were getting sticky, Michael decided to wipe them off by running them up and down Lewis' thick shaft. Again, it confirmed to Lewis that giving someone else control, like Michael had over him at this moment, wasn't a bad thing at all. Others can give you pleasure in so many ways. He remained lying there with his eyes closed as Michael worked the vibrator across his prostate and jacked him off.

Lewis thought, 'What could get better than this... HOLY SHIT!' His eyes popped open and he peered down over his defined pec and developing six pack. 'Okay. I was mistaken. It could get better. Blow jobs are definitely better than hand jobs.'

Michael worked away on his friend as much for his own enjoyment as for Lewis'. It was a really nice cock and he wanted to enjoy it. He figured if he had a vibrator up Lewis' ass, Lewis certainly wouldn't protest getting a blow job. It was worth the risk. Lewis gushed precum and Michael was more than happy to drink it down.

Snow White liked to whistle while she worked, but Michael liked to hum. The vibrations Michael's humming created collided right in Lewis' balls with those coming from the vibrator. It was driving the older boy bonkers. Lewis uttered a stream of what Michael thought were meant to be words but made absolutely no sense at all. Despite all of the nonsensical messages coming from Lewis, Michael knew all the signs of a boy that is getting ready to explode.

Like in the video, a hot and bothered Lewis in the throes of enjoying his little friend made Michael horny. And like before, this type of horny meant he was itching to get something up his butt and he knew exactly what he wanted to scratch that itch. He spit out Lewis cock and released the vibrator to see if it would stay in. Satisfied the purple penis would stay put, the younger boy stood on the bed.

"Put your knees down," requested Michael.

Lewis, aware he was no longer receiving the incredible oral work from Michael, opened his eyes but in his sexual haze, he couldn't comprehend what Michael was saying. Michael tapped his knee then pushed, indicating what he wanted Lewis to do. Lewis finally got the idea and put his legs down though he didn't know why it was necessary.

In the position Michael wanted, the boy placed his left foot on the other side of Lewis' body and knelt down. Lewis realized what Michael planned to do and opened his mouth to protest. But why protest? What was he complaining about? Before he could answer those questions, Michael worked his way down Lewis' entire length. The teen's back arched and he gurgled out his appreciation of the hot, slick sheath that gripped his manhood.

It took Michael a moment to get his legs adjusted so he could comfortably ride Lewis' entire length. After a few trial runs, Michael started bouncing on Lewis' middle as fast as he could while his slicked-up hand worked his near four-inches of thick boy meat.

After that, nature took over. Lewis began to buck his hips, fucking his manhood into the naked boy hovering over his body. Michael's eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open as he focused solely on achieving another orgasm.

Lewis was dangerously close when Michael climbed aboard and in no time, he was ready to explode. It came on him fast and he didn't know what to do. His mind raced through different scenarios where he pulled out, he didn't pull out, he told Michael he was ready to cum, etc. All the while his body continued to saw his cock in and out of the exquisite hole. Before he could decide what to do, it was too late. A grunt informed Michael of what was about to happen. Whether Michael understood, or even heard, Lewis' warning is up for interpretation. No matter -- Lewis's long, pent up load exploded into Michael's ass.

Michael felt the wonderful cock in his ass expand and the warmth of and the added lubrication of the load being injected into his bottom. The boy worked his tween pecker even faster.

The spent cock in his ass grew sensitive. However, Michael ignored Lewis' feeble attempts to get the boy to stop. The boy took advantage of the fact that Lewis never softened. He rode that cock trying to draw another load from his balls. He took Lewis past being overly sensitivity to a rejuvenation of the boiling in teen's large nuts.

Michael was shocked to suddenly find himself on his back with his feet in the air. Lewis had decided to take command. He was, after all, the straight boy and he needed to learn how to administer a proper fucking. Before he started, he turned the vibrator off and placed it on the towel for easy clean up later. He adjusted his knees for leverage before taking stock of the boy below him. His brain was in "hole, dick, fuck" mode, he still had enough sense to make sure his partner was okay. Michael looked dreamy-eyed. The younger boy continued to masturbate and flex his core muscles to work the rod jammed up his ass. In Lewis' assessment, Michael was doing just fine.

Immediately, Lewis realized how different it was from humping his pillow - alignment was more critical. He experimented with different positioning of his knees and then, of Michael. Pulling the boy up by his muscular thighs, pushing his knees back to get a more downward thrust into the hole, the boy flat on his back with knees spread wide so Lewis drove his cock towards the headboard of the bed. The new sensations swirled in Lewis mind. Lewis finally settled into one position. The red-head was on his hands and knees thrashing away at Michael's hole. Michael's right leg was stretched out between Lewis' knees. The smaller boy's hips were turned so his left leg crossed Lewis chest, his left ankle resting next to Lewis' left shoulder. A most uncomfortable position for many bottom boys, but the little gymnast being plowed had no problems at all. As a matter of fact, that position seemed to increase Lewis' pounding of his prostate. Lewis' hips and Michael' right hand went into overdrive. The only thing on the boys' minds was getting off again.

Lewis snorted and snarled, and Michael grunted and groaned as each worked towards his own orgasm. The boys were oblivious to anything but their bodies and their urgent needs. Being quiet wasn't a consideration. Lucky for them, George was enthralled in his movie. His 64" flat screen and surround sound made him feel like he was actually in Dunkirk. Good thing because his brain would have done flips from the sounds he'd have heard if it weren't for the movie.

With a tone that would've made one think he was trying to rip a telephone book in two, Lewis roared, "Yes. Yes. Yes!" With the last cheer, he embedded himself deep and unloaded. Michael, too, reached his climax. Michael's rectum spasmed, helping to milk the load out of Lewis' nuts.

Drained, Lewis dropped onto the bed beside Michael. Both boys felt satisfaction from their sexual romp, though breathless and depleted of bodily fluids.

"I've got to get something to drink. You want something?" asked Lewis. He didn't want to move. He enjoyed his post-orgasm relaxation, but his thirst was persistent. This evening had been quite the workout.

"Yeah, thanks. I'll air out the room."

Lewis took a sniff. Lube, ass, cum, sweat... nothing he hadn't smelled before, but his room never stunk this badly. "Good idea."

Lewis got up and slipped his boxers back on. He passed through the TV room on the way to the kitchen.

"I thought you boys were going to bed?"

"Yeah, we were. But instead, Michael showed me a new workout. I'm just getting some drinks and a snack."

"I'm glad you boys are having a good time. You'll have to invite Michael over again."

"Yeah," agreed Lewis, "I'd like that a lot." Somehow, he was able to keep from snickering until he made it to the kitchen. If his dad only knew what he just suggested.

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Sam was thrilled and surprised his parents allowed him to spend the night at Gregory's since they spent the night at the Meijer's house Friday night. It was just his luck that his parents were wanting a night out and his older sister had plans. Sam being out for the night would be a blessing for the older Greenfields.

The Fielders also found it convenient for Sam to spend the night. Gregory's little brother Grant was having a sleepover of his own. Sam being there would keep Gregory from entertaining himself by pestering the little eight-year-olds.

Whatever the reasons, the stars aligned, and the seventh-grade lacrosse captains would be spending another night together -- this time, alone.

The 13-year-olds used the excuse of "not bothering the little ones" to take snacks and drinks up to Gregory's room and hunker down for the night. Movies played on one TV while games were played on another. Pizza and snacks paired with liters of soda kept their stomachs sated and their eyes open late into the night. By 2:00 am, they were down to their underwear and tiring of their games.

"I'm done," groaned Gregory. "Let's brush our teeth and get to bed."

"Okay!" Sam was glad Gregory was already heading to the bathroom. He felt he was a bit too eager to get into bed. Gregory's bedroom wasn't all that big. To save room on their overnights, the boys used the floor for seating and snacks while they gamed and watched movies and shared Gregory's double bed to sleep. And sleep was the only thing they'd ever done in that bed until tonight, hoped Sam. After the sleep over for Trey's going away party, Sam was definitely hoping for more.

When Sam reached the bed, Gregory was turned towards his night stand trying to find the plug to charge his phone. In anticipation, Sam dropped his shorts and briefs to the floor and slipped under the covers. Once the dark-haired boy began to charge his phone, he rolled over and faced his blond friend.

In this moment, actions came easier than words for Sam. He scooted closer to Gregory and placed his hand on the front of his friend's white Xtremen Sport boxer briefs with the black on white graffiti style waistband. The briefs were Sam's favorite of Gregory's underwear. The front had a snug pouch that presented Gregory's goods in a very enticing manner. Every time he saw his friend in these briefs, he had the urge to envelope the pouch with his hand, cupping Gregory's goods. Tonight, he'd finally done it.

Gregory opened his eyes upon contact. The light on his nightstand cast a glow across Sam's face. It revealed the boy's nervous anticipation. A look of fear and hope. A boy's face moving towards his own.

The shadow hid Gregory's face from Sam's gaze. He tenderly massaged the boy's cock and balls through the soft fabric of the trendy garment. The adolescent cock within began to grow. Sam took this as a green light to proceed. He moved closer and leaned in to kiss the object of his desire. Sam had been wishing for years for this moment. He wanted Gregory to be his boyfriend so badly his chest hurt.

To avoid the kiss, Gregory rolled onto his back. He turned his head to face the wall and draped his right arm over his ear and eyes. For some reason, messing around when it was just the two of them seemed too gay to Gregory. When they were in a group with gay and straight boys, it was having fun. One-on-one seemed to suggest something more and it confused him. His brain said no but his hardening cock was sending a different message.

Sam rubbed his palm along the fully-erect cock encased in the cotton briefs. He was confused at first when Gregory rolled onto his back. He determined his friend was simply giving him better access to his athletic body. Moving closer yet again, Sam's erection brushed across Gregory's hip. The blonde leaned in, but his mind quickly had him switching directions. His face was drawn to Gregory's hairless arm pit. It was the smell of Gregory, but more intense. Sam leaned in to the point of dragging his nose down the length of the of the bare armpit. Next, Sam licked the length of Gregory's pit.

It was a totally unexpected sensation -- someone licking his armpit. He'd been trying to discourage Sam by blocking his face with his arm, but the moan he emitted when his friend attacked his armpit, as well as the pulse that ran through his hard, teen cock, gave Sam a completely different message.

The moaning, the scent, the taste -- they all inspired Sam to attack Gregory's pit with more vigor. When one area was clean, Sam's mouth sought out another place to bathe. From Gregory's armpit he moved to Gregory's chest. The flavor changed, but so did the texture of the muscles beneath the skin. His eyes closed, Sam explored his gorgeous friend's body with his lips and tongue. Brushing his cheek across the soft skin, he discovered an erect nipple. Curiously he brought his mouth to the stiff point, nursing and nipping at the sensitive flesh. The way Gregory's body responded could only be interpreted as "with pleasure".

Sam slid his body down the bed dragging his face down the tanned torso. Gregory involuntarily arched his back, allowing Sam to slip his left arm under the teen, holding the boy in place. Gregory panted, lifting his abdomen to seek more of what Sam was doing, then drawing back in fear of how it made his body feel. The blonde surrendered to his desires. He buried his tongue in Gregory's belly button and the boy responded with a whimper. While he flicked and twirled his tongue in Gregory's navel, Sam's right hand stretched the front of the white briefs over Gregory's pulsing boner and forced the garment as far down the boy's legs as he could.

The cool air caressed his sweaty cock and balls sending a chill up Gregory's spine. Kicking his feet and bending his knees to gain leverage, he tried to move his cock to Sam's attention. In these attempts the white briefs drifted further down Gregory's legs until they caught on his ankles.

Sam continued his work, moving farther and farther south until he was lapping at his friend's small patch of pubic hair. The erect penis lay across his right cheek. The clear precum wetted the side of his face. With a deep breath, Sam took in the young pheromones and heady scents Gregory's body generated from his most private of places.

It would be easy to believe that Sam wasn't responsible for what happened next, but in truth, he was fully aware. Confident Gregory was on the same page, Sam revealed his eagerness to suck cock. He pulled his arm from under Gregory's back and rose to his knees. Gregory, expecting to get his first blow job, opened his eyes in disappointment when Sam stopped. His worry was swept away when Sam ripped Gregory's white briefs from his ankles and before crawling between Gregory's knees.

Pushing the dark-haired boy's legs apart, Sam adjusted his position then leaned down to bury his face in the territory between Gregory's right thigh and the side of his scrotum. Sam's aggressive licking and sucking on what Gregory would learn is one of his most sensitive erogenous areas caused the boy to fuck his hips towards the sky.

Sam moved to his left to bathe Gregory's ball sac. The size of a ripe plum, the darker sac held the maturing balls tight to Gregory's body due to the boy's heightened state of arousal. The firm sac was easy to enjoy. Everything stayed right where it was so Sam could easily work his tongue around, reaching all parts of Gregory's sac and surrounding areas. It allowed Sam to experience the wrinkled texture dragging across his tongue or pressing against his nose or cheek. His treatment of Gregory's body was bringing the brown-eyed boy close to exploding.

Worried he was moving too fast and not properly building to the main event, Sam used his fingers to point Gregory's cock in a more convenient angle then slid the hard dick through his lips.

He started by swirling his tongue around the head of Gregory's dick, lapping up all the delicious, sweet pre-cum he'd desired from the moment Gregory had confided in him that he could shoot. Gregory's cum -- the thought of getting a load of Gregory's cum made Sam's body shiver in craving. He plunged down on the cock that fit so perfectly in his mouth and began the up and down motion he studied in all the gay porn he'd watched in preparation of this moment.

Teeth covered, tongue action, suction -- Sam practiced all the requirements of a quality blow job he could recall in hopes of doing a good job for Gregory. Often, giving your first real blow job, a boy's jaws grow tired before getting his reward for a job well-done. Sam, however, was not to be denied. His working up to taking Gregory's cock into his mouth had the Fielder's oldest son ready to explode. Once in Sam's mouth, it was only a matter of time.

A strangled squeak was all the warning Sam got before Gregory's hands clutched his head. Fingers entangled in his hair held his head in place while Gregory fucked his mouth. With all the speed he could muster, Gregory charged to the edge of the precipice and leapt. His body convulsed through the most intense orgasm of his young life.

After a couple awkward attempts, Sam was able to swallow, avoiding drowning on Gregory's flood of cum. He continued to bathe the cock with his tongue and swallow the gifts endowed to him by Gregory - his sweet, handsome Gregory.

Post-orgasm, Gregory released Sam's head and relaxed back into his bed. Unlike nights when he used his hand, there wasn't a mess to wipe up. On this night, he simply enjoyed Sam's clean-up work as he drifted off to sleep.

Sam took his time. This was the first time he was able to study Gregory's cock up close when it was soft and testicles hanging low in their bag. Soon, he too needed sleep. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over their bodies. Resting his head on Gregory's shoulder, he nestled the blanket under his chin and held his lover's body tightly with his right arm. Sam was in love and everything was right with the world.

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"Are you okay with what we did tonight?" asked Lewis. While he was in the kitchen grabbing drinks and snacks, he grew concerned he'd taken advantage of his younger friend or had been too rough.

Michael, still naked, was rocking on the gaming chair. He guzzled some more Gatorade before responding. "Hell ya, that was fun!"

Alone in Lewis' bed, Michael had time to think about what had transpired. It took him a while to find the right words, but of course, the words to explain how he felt weren't his own. His thoughts took him back to the discussions he'd had with this father about love and sex. Because of Michael's history and intelligence, the discussion was different than most fathers have with their 11-year-old son. This night, Michael began to understand what Lars meant by sex for fun -- sex without an emotional component. Until tonight, even sex with Derek meant something to Michael on an emotional level. With each of his partners (his voluntary partners), he felt some level of love for them. With Lewis, they were simply friends. They were friends that had a special connection because of their history as enemies and because of some shared experiences, but they weren't lovers and neither had any interest in being more than fuck buddies.

There was something freeing in those facts. This night was simply about the physical pleasure of having sex - nothing more. He did his best to explain it to Lewis who seemed to understand.

"I guess it is the same for me," said Lewis thoughtfully. "I mean, I'm not into guys. Like, I don't want to date a guy or get turned on when I see guys in the shower at school or anything. But what we're doing feels good and no one is getting hurt. So, why not? Right? We can fuck all we want, and no one has to know anything that we do."

Rehydrated and calories replenished, all this talk had made Michael hard again. He got up and walked over to Lewis' desk chair and climbed up on his knees. "Is this right?" asked Michael.

Lewis finished off his Coke and belched. "What are you doing?"

"Is this the position you were in in the video with the vibrator up your ass?" Michael reached the edge of the desk with his fingers and turned the chair pointing his ass directly at Lewis. Michael looked over his left shoulder like Lewis did in the video and flexed and relaxed his hole. A dribble of Lewis' cum escaped and trickled down his taint to his young, hairless sac.

The sight of Michel's open hole and his cum dripping from it reminded Lewis of how it felt to be buried in that tight, hot sheath meant for pleasing cocks. His own cock sprang to attention.

Michael watched as Lewis set his chips aside and stood. The veiny 7 inches swayed left and right as the red-head approached.

Taking his cock into his hand, he swabbed the dripping cum and brushed it around the winking hole. Painting the rim of the hole while he spread the cum around the head of his pulsing cock. Inching forward, the cock slipped back into the young boy.

"Yessssss..." hissed Michael.