The Travis Theory 07

The Travis Theory Original Posted Sept 5 2010 By Remmy Meggs

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The Travis Theory By Remmy Meggs

CH7

Whatever I thought things were going to be like wouldn't matter. Things would change sooner than I thought. That afternoon, Tristan called and wanted to know if I would call Travis and the two of us come over for swimming. We set the time for 4pm. I was thinking that they had planned a circle jerk with the rest of the guys. I wasn't interested. I wanted to spend time with Travis to get to know him better. I still thought he was getting the best of me. He was just too smart and made too much sense.

Instead, Travis had to go. His mom wanted to go shopping, and since Mac was at work, Travis had to go with her. I pulled my shorts on, because there was really no reason to get dressed, since I figured I would be undressed before long anyway. Bored since Travis left, I went over to Tristan's house and the front door was locked. I went through the side gate to the backyard and sat at the edge of the pool with my feet in the water. I heard a scream, not one of fear or pain though. I stopped moving my feet in the water and listened carefully to see where the scream came from.

I heard nothing for several minutes, and then I heard David's voice. It was low from the outside, but got louder, "Don't stop Tristan! Don't stop! Keep going!" Then I heard another happy scream.

"Gosh you are horny today!" I heard Tristan say with a little laugh. "We have to get cleaned up before Steve and Travis get here!"

I opened the patio door and yelled, "Hi guys! Where are you?"

Then I heard Tristan, "Crap! They are early. Get dressed!"

I ran up the stairs to the bedroom. I have to admit, I wanted to be in time to see what they were doing. I knew, I just wanted to see. I threw open the door as David was pulling his shorts on, with oil running down his legs. Tristan was still naked, soaking wet with oil. They stood there stunned. Neither moved for what seemed like seconds. I sat on the bed and saw the oil spots where they were laying. I grinned when I saw the oil mark on David's shorts on his backside, "Well you guys have been having fun. Too bad I missed it!"

They were both red in the face. They both still stood in shock. Staying out of the oil on the bed, I laid on the pillow, "It's a good thing I wasn't your dad or mom Tristan!"

"Are you going to tell on us?" Tristan asked.

I put my hands under my head, knowing I had both of them caught, and I knew now, they were. I wasn't thinking about telling on anyone. I wanted to know exactly what they were doing. "I wasn't thinking of that, but I was thinking you guys should tell me everything and not lie about it anymore. Sit on the bed and tell me... and tell me the whole truth and do not leave anything out."

They looked at each other, and then slowly sat on the bed "What do you want to know?" David asked.

"Well, start at the beginning. You know if Travis had been with me, he would have been up here five times faster than I would and saw it all. So let's start with the campout that the four of us went on. Were you guys doing stuff then?" I grinned. Tristan bit his lip and David answered, "Tristan hadn't done anything at all then, but I had. I have been trying to get him to play with me for over a year. It didn't work until after the campout. What else you want to know?"

"A lot more," I said, "If Travis would have caught you, in an hour, everyone in school would know about it. You are lucky it was me that caught it. So, you are both gay?" I asked.

"I think I am." David said, "For a couple of years at least. Tristan isn't the first that has been inside me. Most have been from school though. The seventh and eighth graders, because they are too afraid to let anyone find out. Tristan just likes sex. He won't even say he loves me, just that he loves what I taught him. I know he loves me though, because of how he treats me since the day he was my best friend ."

"Did you do it with Smithy and Justin?" I asked.

"I'll tell you about me and Tristan because you saw it, but it's no one's business who the others were. Even if you tell on me, I am not going to say who they were, just that I did stuff." David stood up to me.

"That is ok then." I noticed they lost their boners because I was guessing they were scared to death, "Okay, after the campout, what happened?"

David looked at Tristan for support. Tristan sighed, "I woke up one morning, and he was sitting on my boner rocking back and forth on it. It wasn't in him, he was just rubbing it with his butt. I was too weak to resist, so I just let him do it. When he finally stopped, I couldn't even move. I had at least a dozen orgasms, but nothing came out yet. I thought, `what the hell, it's better than rubbing it with a pillow or the palm of my hand'. Anyway, that is how it started. From there, he did about anything he wanted, because I was just as guilty then. I couldn't say stop it now, because I didn't know if he would tell."

"I wouldn't tell, and you are not going to stop." David said looking at Tristan. Then he turned to me, "Why are you so interested?"

"Let me ask the questions, and then I will answer yours. Like, how did you get a dick the size of Tristan's in you? Where did you learn to do that?"

"I was playing with a boy one time. He put his finger in me, and I started squirming, and I could hardly breathe because I felt so good. He said he had to loosen me up. He got between my legs and started rubbing my tummy. He told me to relax, then he started sliding it in. Then it was like something popped inside me, and I didn't want it to stop after that. It didn't hurt, but it felt like he put a leg inside me. That's how big it felt. When he was all done, I wanted more. He said he had to go home, but would do it again if I wanted." David blushed, "I always want it. When Tristan became my friend, I just wanted him. It took forever, but now he loves to put it in me too, I think." He said, looking at Tristan.

"So, you both suck dicks now, too?" I asked.

"Well, it's part of the fun and feels good." David answered.

I looked at Tristan, "Yes, we suck each other sometimes." He answered.

"I guess by what I heard from down at the pool, you both really like it a lot. You were both screaming for more." I smiled.

"That's because I have to squirm just right for Tristan, and then he has a dry orgasm and wants to stop for a few minute or two, and that's when I need him to keep going. So, if I slow down, he starts tickling me and other things, and if he stops, I make sure he can't get out or stop. We both get louder more than we thought."

I looked at Tristan, "What about you?"

He had tears in his eyes, "I can't help it Steve, honestly. I just love him to take care of me. Anyplace I want it, he is there, and if we are far enough away from people, I just pull my shorts off and he is ready."

I sat up on the bed and grinned, because I had them and I knew it. What I was going to do about it, I didn't know. Tristan looked appalled when I stood up, "You are going to tell on us aren't you?"

I leaned over and hugged him, "No, I am not. You two take a shower and get cleaned up."

"Wait a minute!" David said, "It's okay if you tell everyone about me, but please don't say anything about Tristan."

"I will not be saying anything about either of you. I can keep a secret.

You are my friends, not even Travis will know until he sees you doing it."

I smiled.

Tristan looked at me suspiciously, "What do you mean by that?"

I sat back down on the bed and looked at them both, "I love Travis. I do not know how much attention he really wants from me. I am probably gay and... No, he says all of us are gay and we will not admit it. I used to think about putting it in girls all the time. Now, most of the time, I think about putting it in Travis. I just can't do it on my own. Not like David can, or you for that matter, Tristan. So see, now you have a secret about me. That is why your secret is safe, and that is why I am going to make sure Travis sees you guys doing it. Maybe that will get him to want me like that."

They both looked at each other and grinned. I looked back at them and said,

"We are not going to have an orgy, and the difference is, I love Travis. I just want him, and I think he wants me. I just don't know how to arrange it."

I missed that first week of school because I didn't want to go with bruises all over me. It was going to be bad enough with everyone thinking I beat up Travis, because they thought I was the bully. The second week of school sucked. Travis went to the University in the morning and came to our school after lunch. His mom or my mom would pick us up after school and take us home to do homework. I was happy when Friday came. The girls would give me dirty looks when I went down the hall, and some guy in the Eighth grade said, "I am glad someone beat that little prick up" and high-fived me.

It would not do any good to tell them that he attacked me, because they would believe a cute little angel with a broken nose long before I would be believed. It was not fair, but except for the guys in my class, everyone thought I was a bad guy.

Travis showed up a little late, but in time for lunch. Our group sat at those eight-foot-long tables together. He got his lunch and sat with us, "I have to go to the Library after school. Does anyone want to go with me? And next weekend, we are having a field trip to a dig site. Maybe we can find some skeletons or dinosaurs. I can have one friend to go along with me." He said looking at me.

The other boys giggled, "He might go Travis, if you promise not to beat him up again." Smithy started laughing.

Travis smiled and looked at me, "Well?"

"I guess I can ... no, actually, I would like to meet some of your friends from the University." I answered.

He frowned and started eating, "Really guys, I don't have any friends there. The only friends I have are here. They don't pick on me because they are afraid of Mac, but they are hardly my friends."

Smithy spoke up again, "You mean you don't dazzle them with your wiggly butt?"

Travis laughed with the other guys, then became serious, "If you were not watching my squirmy little wiggle butt all the time, Smithy, you wouldn't be in the bathroom jacking off all day." That got the attention of the Fifth and Seventh graders who stared at Smithy.

Our table roared and Smithy turned red. He looked up at Travis, "Okay, I deserved that, but please, not so loud the next time. Anyway, Stevie's butt wiggles a lot more than yours."

"So, anyone want to go to the library with me? They may have some sex books in the fiction area." Travis grinned.

Then everyone wanted to go. He did give me an idea, so I wanted to go as well. I told him I would go on to the dig site with him, and he loved that. He hugged me as he got up to go to class. That was when someone had to say something. I thought it would come from Justin or even Smithy, but no, it had to be the tallest and skinniest boy in the class. Jerry said, "Must be nice to have your own little girlfriend pretending to be a guy Steve."

I stopped in my tracks and turned around. There was no mistaking what he said. There was no mistaking that smirk, as if he was better than I was. Then Tristan hit him in the jaw, sending Jerry sprawling onto the floor. I turned around to see it, and Travis ran back to me. David looked frightened and stood there with his mouth open. Travis walked up to Jerry with his hand out, "Dang Jerry, if you tied your shoes, you would not be tripping over them." Travis said it loud so Mr. Bacon heard him as he came over to investigate.

Jerry took Travis' hand, and thanked him. Mr. Bacon looked at us, then Jerry, "Are you alright?"

Jerry rubbed his chin, "I feel a little faint. I hit my chin on the table. I will be fine."

Mr. Bacon patted him on the back, "Go on now boys, back to class."

As we walked away, I heard Tristan talking to Jerry, "Are you stupid? You better be happy I hit you instead of one of them!"

"They would have been expelled." Jerry frowned, "Then I would be rid of them!"

Tristan stopped him and I turned around to see it, "Yes they would have been expelled, and you would have been on your deathbed. We would be praying that you lived, even if you were in a wheelchair the rest of your life. They may even have gone to prison for killing you for a couple of years. But why would you pick on them instead of David or I, or Mitch and Pat in the Eighth grade, why on the deadliest boy in the school and Steve that he idolizes?"

"I am jealous, that's why. Why do they get everything and I get nothing?"Jerry said, then turned and saw me standing there. He pulled away from Tristan and walked down the hall to class.

During recess, everyone was on his or her cell phone except Travis and I. We only had the FM radio. I called and spoke to Travis' mom, who picked up. She said she would call my mom, and she would drive one group to the Library and back. In a flash, it was settled. Travis announced we had one ride setup and invited Jerry, of all people, to go with us. Travis never ceased to amaze me. He had a plan, whatever it would be. Jerry was reluctant, but had to accept, or he would look like the creep that he was.

The ride to the library took five minutes. We should have been able to walk, but you know how parents are. Almost everyone was in the fiction section but Travis. He was in the reference section, and I was in the science fiction section. I turned and saw Travis at the copier copying pages out of a book.

Travis went to get another book. The others were busy looking for books on or about sex. When I had finished, I took my two sci-fi books and checked out, waiting in the lobby for the others. One by one, they joined me, Travis being the last. He had an armful of paperwork and used the stapler at the front desk to sort and put them together. I noticed that most of the boys had more than one book. By looking at some of the titles, each had a cover book in case their parents asked. I really did not care what they were going to read. I was more interested in checking out all the girls. I wondered why girls stayed more at the library on their cell phones talking than boys did. Were they checking out the boys?

For some reason everyone was quiet on the way home. Ann, Travis' mom, looked at all of us, "Are some of you having a fight or something?" She asked.

Jerry spoke up, "No, I think it's the air today, it just seems heavy." He may have been right about that. Usually, we have brisk, light air, but today, you definitely felt the air and the heat, and it was always at least as hot as it was at that point.

Ann dropped the other boys off first, and then she dropped Travis and me off at my house. Mom had milk and pears cut up on a plate sitting on the kitchen table. "There is a snack there for the two of you," She called out from dad's study.

Travis smiled, "See, this is good stuff Steve, a lot better than that junk food."

I sat at the table looking at him while he drank his milk, "What were you copying?" I asked.

"A history of the dig we will be going to. I copied a materials list too. I don't know if I have enough equipment for both of us, maybe we can share, well, if you don't mind." He looked serious wondering what I would say.

"Of course we can share. It is not like I am an expert like you are." I laughed.

He sat with a fork, sticking it in a slice of pear, "Steve, I have a chance to go on a dig in Egypt for the whole summer."

He stopped with that and stared at me waiting for me to reply to it. I grinned, "You can't stay away that long from me. It would drive you nuts."

He bit into the pear and waited until he swallowed, "If you were there, that wouldn't happen. What if we found like, a star gate or something?"

He was serious, "Travis, you haven't talked or had your parents or Mac talk to my parents about this have you?"

"No, because you said I can't do that. That is not fair by the way, but no I haven't." He frowned while he spoke.

"I do not want to go to Egypt, Africa, South America, Australia, or any other place." I said.

He looked at me for a minute, "Is that the end of the discussion? Or can we at least talk about it some?"

"Travis I want to play. I am not smart like you, but even you said you were not sure you wanted to be an archeologist. Heck, I do not have any idea what I want to be. Why waste our summers on some dig when you can go..." Then it hit me, I did not want him to go at all, I wanted him here with me. I sighed, "We can go when I am in college, and you can be my professor."

He giggled, "I guess I am just dreaming." He shrugged his shoulders.

I tilted my head and looked at him, "Dreaming is good, and dreaming is great... Scheming hurts people. I am glad you came to me first and asked. I really am happy about that."

"Well, you said no anyway." He stuck out his tongue.

"I didn't say we couldn't talk about your dream, but not everything you want in life is going to be handed to you. Right now, I am your best friend. In a year or two, it could be someone else, and then some girl you think is cute. You will have twenty or thirty of those, maybe even more. Then you will get married and have little Travis' running all over the place peeing their pants, falling into horse manure, and wanting hugs and kisses all the time." I began. He had a blank stare on his face as I continued, "I'll have a girlfriend before long. You will get bored with me and find someone else closer to your age maybe."

He continued staring.

"Travis, you know this is true, why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.

He got up from the table and put his glass, plate, and fork in the sink. Then he walked to the patio door. He stood there several minutes until I put my dishes away and rinsed them off, "Travis, if I have said something to make you angry with me, or hurtful, I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." I said to him.

He turned around and looked at me, "That really hurt, because you are what I dream about. Growing up and doing things with you, the two of us traveling all over the world... The dreams all have you in them from that first day we met. I thought we had something special, I guess." He opened the door and ran out around the back yard, heading to the front of the house.

Instantly, I knew I'd hurt him badly. I ran out the front door and tackled him before he could get out of the yard. I held him down on the ground and saw his tearing eyes, "You can't just run away every time I do something, or beat me up. If you are supposed to be my best friend, then you are supposed to talk to me."

He fought me for a few seconds, and then looked at me, "Please get off me."

"Are you going to run away or are you going to talk?"

Mom looked out the front door, "Steven Bradley, get off him right now! What has gotten into the two of you?"

I got up and helped Travis up. I brushed the dirt off his shorts. "Mom, it's not what it looks like. We were not fighting!"

"We weren't, honest, Mrs. Bradley, or he would be all broken up right now!" Travis grinned.

"I can't keep my eyes on the two of you all the time. I will not have this happen again, or it will be me saying you can't see each other anymore. Do I make myself clear?" She asked. She was definitely upset.

"Yes mom, I understand."

Travis looked down to me, and then to her, "I'm sorry."

My mom closed the front door and I looked at Travis, "Besides, you left your backpack in the house. You would have been back in an hour to get it." He was still upset so I tried to calm him, "Let's go in the backyard and sit in the gazebo and talk... without getting mad at me, calling names, beating me up, or running away, or anything else little babies do when they don't get what they want."

He headed to the back yard and sat on the swing in the gazebo. I sat on the other end and looked at him, "I bet it's colder on that end than it is on this end." I said without looking at him.

"Why do you think that?" He asked.

I grinned, "Because you have your arms folded, sitting over there like you are freezing, while I am over here, nice and warm."

He titled his head and looked at me, then jumped next to me on the swing. He wrapped his arms around me. I grinned, knowing I got to him, "Aren't you warmer now?"

"Lot's warmer." He sighed.

"Now, you want to talk about whatever I said to upset you?" I asked.

"You are my best friend, my first friend I ever had. Even after I beat you up, you still wanted to be friends. Now that I am bigger and taller than you, I think of all the stuff we can do together and how, when you are at the University, I can help you and show you stuff. Not to have you cheat, but so you have an advantage while you are getting to know the place. I guess what bugs me is, you may think a girl is cute, but all you really want is sex. You just want to call it a girlfriend. She will keep you until she finds someone with more money, or a fancier car, or bike for that matter, and leave you." He sat up and looked at me, "Steven, I wouldn't be like that. I would always be with you and be there for you. They are not going to love you, but I do. I knew you would say no to a lot of things, but later on, when we are older, you won't go with me to different places?" You wouldn't want to share expenses so we can have a place of our own? Lot's of the guys at the University do that so they can have a nice place and not live in the dorms. By then I should be working on..."

He stopped and began thinking about something. "That would be six years from now. I would be going on sixteen or seventeen and have my doctorate, working towards tenure and a professorship, and you would just be starting your freshman year." Then there was a long silence.

I just held him there, knowing that it helped him. He sat back up, "Steve, I have something for you to read, but not just yet. I have to think about this a lot." He held me tighter, "I really do love you."

***

I woke up the next morning with mom yelling something about Mac coming to see me. I showered and put on shorts and walked down the stairs. He was sitting their eating wheat pancakes with my mom. She stood up and brought a plate of them, and sat it down for me. I joined them. "Mac says he has an errand to run and wanted to know if you would go with him."

"Sure, I'll do anything to ride in that fancy red car." I looked around for Travis.

"Travis went out riding his bike this morning. He said you sleep too much and are grumpy in the morning, so he let you sleep in." Mac smiled.

"Your father just left for work and wanted you to cut the grass today. It seems the lawn company lost some employees and can't get here until next week, so when you get home, get on that, will you?" Mom smiled.

"Sure mom, I'll take out the trash at the same time so I won't have to do it this morning." I replied.

When we finished, I put the dishes in the dishwasher and started it.

Mac informed me I had to have on a shirt and shoes. I went back upstairs and did what he told me. It was the first time I was in his car. Other than Travis, I would be the first one from school to ride in it. I stood there waiting for the door to fly up in the air; when it did, I slowly got in, holding back my excitement so Mac didn't think I was a nerd.

He looked at me and closed the doors, "Buckle up!" He pulled slowly on the highway and sped up as we headed the two miles to the city, which seemed to take about thirty seconds, "The rush give you a hard-on?" He asked.

"Oh My Gosh no, I think it got sucked into me!" I squealed as he slowed down to a calm 100 miles per hour before he started braking down to the speed limit.

He laughed and quickly pulled into a parking lot where one of the busy pharmacy-shopping stores stood. "Come in with me. We have to get you set up!"

"Get me set up?" I asked as I exited the door.

"Of course! It's a surprise." He grinned.

He put his hand on the back of my neck with his fingers surrounding most of it. I didn't think anything of it. He walked me straight to the pharmacy cashier and we had to wait forever because of the queue of people waiting. By the time we were waited on, there were at least 200 people in the store and thirty in the line behind us.

"Mac stood up proud and smiling, "Sir, I can use you help." Mac started, speaking very loud, "This is my little friend. He thinks he is ready to have sex. So I brought him down to fit him for rubbers so he is safe."

I tried to pull away but his grip on my neck was too tight. The pharmacist looked at me as if I was going to hell. "What size?"

Mac smiled and sort of turned sideways talking even louder than before, "Well, I don't really know what size rubber he needs, since I have never seen his little pecker. So let's get one of each, the baby ones, all the way up to the big adult. He can try those on then we can buy an entire case, you know how little boys are!"

The pharmacist turned around and came back with about ten of them. Mac had the cash ready and paid for them, and then he asked the man, "He wants to know if there is a dressing room where he can try each one on!"

The pharmacist was ready to have a heart attack as well as all the men and women behind us, and I was shaking and had to be turning purple. Mac turned to me, "Don't you move a muscle!" Then he unwrapped all ten of those rubbers and unrolled them, placing them outside my shorts as if he was measuring me. He decided on one and ordered a case of them, and then another case of finger covers. Again, he announced, "Those are for when he sticks his finger in something he shouldn't!"

A couple of men behind us started laughing and tried to hold it back, but for the most part, the customers and the pharmacist were not amused. The man put everything in a bag, and then Mac ordered three cokes and three chocolate bars.

He walked me out of the store and into the car, "I don't believe you just did that to me! My Lord, what has gotten into you Mac? You know you made a spectacle of yourself and me?" I was embarrassed so bad I must have been beet red. I could not get out of there fast enough, and I could not believe Mac would do something like that to me. Mac was laughing the whole time, just enjoying me squirm.

He smiled, "Just having some fun. Come on, everyone in there thinks you're a big stud now, a new one maybe, but special. Don't be mad Steve, you are just embarrassed right now. But look, you have a whole case of rubbers that might actually fit you. The bigger ones will fit Travis. You will be the envy of your friends!"

"I didn't think it was funny," I protested," and why did you buy pop and candy bars?"

"Oh, that's for a celebration, but just you. Travis and I will be there." He smiled.

I didn't say anything at all the rest of the way home. We went to their house and he brought in all the things he bought and put them on the kitchen table. "Travis, come on down here. Steve is here waiting for you."

Travis ran down the stairs and hugged me tight, "Your mom said you and Mac took off. Everything is okay isn't it?" He pulled away and looked at the smiling Mac.

Mac grabbed Travis shoulders and shook him excitedly, "You bet little buddy! You have a seat next to Steven. We are having a celebration!" Mac put a 2 liter bottle of cola in front of each of us, and a giant chocolate bar. Travis looked at them as if they were demons, "What's going on you two?"

Mac had us open them up and he opened his as well and took a bite out of his candy bar, "Try it! It's great. We are going to eat the whole bar in 5 minutes, and the pop as well!"

Mac seemed pretty serious as he pushed us to eat. Travis was especially having trouble eating the candy bar. He was not used to having any at all, and now he was being forced to eat it. We could tell by Mac's smiling attitude we had better eat them. Travis took the whole five minutes to finish. Mac looked at the wall clock. Ten minutes later, he asked Travis, "How do you feel?"

"My head is foggy and spinning." Travis answered.

Mac Turned to me. I answered, "Well, I feel weird, but I am not spinning, yet anyway."

Mac grabbed some papers off the counter and sat back at the table. He tossed the nice neat, stapled papers, in front of us. Travis turned a pasty white, "Don't Mac! Please don't! He doesn't know about it!"

"How you both are feeling right now is kind of like sex. You have this feeling inside you and your head goes numb. Travis stood up and went to the sink and started puking, "Then after you are done you begin thinking you made a big mistake even though you loved it, and you get sick. Yes, like that Travis, that is how sex makes you feel."

Mac was laughing at our discomfort and you knew he was trying to teach us something in his own sweet way. I picked up the papers and read the title on the front page, "Homosexual behavior in pre-teens and teens."

Travis wiped his face and turned around seeing I had read something on the stack of papers. I had turned ghostly white I am sure, "Steven, I did not mean you to see that until after I was ready... for you to see it, maybe never. I just wanted to be prepared."

Mac stood up and stretched, "That is just great!" He pulled the big package from the counter and set it on the table. "Because I now know what you have on your mind, Travis, I took Steven to the drug store." He took the contents out of the bag, "See Travis? This is for the times that you finger Steve's little bum to get it ready for your boner, and these here are for your big boner so he don't get shit on it, or give you any diseases!"

If he had not given me a complex at the store, he sure did now. I was shaking and not knowing whether I should be laughing or crying. I didn't even do anything. Mac smiled, "That's what we are celebrating! You guys are all ready for sex with anyone you want now! You can go up to your room Travis, and take Steve with you so you can start having sex right away!"

Travis puked again, this time he did not make it to the sink. He ran out the front door and rode off on his bike before Mac or I could react to it. I ran out after him, cussing at laughing Mac at the doorway, "Oh come on you two, I wasn't being mean, I was just trying to teach you something and having fun with it!"

Travis was already out of site. I ran home and got my bike and started searching for him. It was dusk when I finally found him at the lake, sitting just above the mud on the bank. He had been there since he left his house. I sat next to him, and said nothing. Finally he spoke, "I am sorry. I am sorry for what Mac did, whatever it was, I know he tried to hurt you somehow. Those papers I copied from a reference book at the library. I wanted to read it over and over and decide if I was gay or not. If I was, I was going to give it to you so you would know not to be around me anymore." He had his knees up and his arms crossed over them, his chin rested on his arms, "It seems no matter how hard I try to make my parents happy, or Mac and especially you, I mess it up."

I touched his hair and rubbed his head, "No matter how you or I turn out, we will always be friends." I said softly, "Travis, I think Mac wanted it to be some kind of teasing, it just wasn't funny."

"Maybe in a few years I'll forgive him, but not right now." Travis answered.

"You don't plan on hurting yourself do you?" I asked.

"I thought about it awhile. You don't love me like I want you to. Mac wants me to be his perfect angel. Mom and Dad want me to be the smartest kid on the planet, and some of the guys want me to do their homework, and I think some of them are my friends only because I am friends with you." He shrugged, "I have a good life. I just feel like I am missing something, besides you."

"Maybe, because your brain is so smart, you feel like you are an older person, like the people you go to school with, and your size is holding you back from what you think you want to do?" I asked.

"For a little kid, you are pretty smart yourself!" He giggled, "Maybe that really is it."

"Oh, you are so funny!" I reached over and tickled him.

He reacted fast, twisting on top of me. The sheer force knocked me on my back with him setting on top, holding my hands down, "You know I could easily turn this around with you on the bottom." I stated.

Travis had a strange look on his face, "Yes, you could, but if someone saw it they would think you are beating me up again." His head lifted and he looked around, then back at me. He leaned into me and started kissing my lips, nibbling them.

"Travis, we can't be doing this, someone may see you." I whined.

He pulled his body off me, smiled wide, and stood up, "Let's get in the water."

I sat up and looked at him. I looked between my legs and saw my little Stevie throbbing. I looked back at Travis, now naked, running to the water. What was he so happy about? What did he just do? I felt like my head was stuffed and cloudy. I stood up and watched him waving his hand for me to come into the water.

I pulled off my shirt and shoes, and then pulled my shorts down. I knew I wasn't big like other boys, and I knew Travis had seen hot and large, but still a bit of embarrassment overtook me. Then, resigned to my fate, I ran into the water. He already knew what he did to me, and I think he did it to see what would happen.

As soon as I got out chest deep, he swam over to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, then he had me wrap my legs around his waist. My feet were riding on his behind. My butt was riding little Travis. Travis grinned, and put my head on his shoulder, "It didn't hurt did it?" "No." I answered sheepishly.

"Can you feel them kissing and hugging?" He asked.

"What?"

"Our wieners are touching silly! Feel them kissing and hugging?" He grinned and looked up at me.

"Travis, you are teasing me. Yes, I am not dumb, I know what you are doing. You are trying to see if you can get me excited." I replied, as if I were smarter than he was.

"Oh, I already knew I could that." He pronounced, "What I am doing is seeing what happens to me too."

I could feel my three-inch boner rubbing against his slightly bigger one, and then sometimes he would use his hands and pull me to him to press us together. Then he would slide his little tanned body just enough that I could feel him wiggle on me. I didn't realize it just then, but I was whimpering. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I had my head buried into his shoulder. He was not talking or making a sound, but he was holding me tight.

It was then I realized that he had my bottom in both his hands, that is when it dawned on me that it was not him pulling himself to me, it was me pulling him to me. I was grinding on his oiled little body making myself feel good. Then he looked up at me, "Don't stop Stevie, please, I am having fun too."

I laid my head back onto his shoulder, and my feet pressed his rump tight as I started pressing in harder. As I did so, he held me tighter and tighter. I could feel his dick rubbing all over mine and sometimes, I could swear his little balls were grinding into mine. My body took over and nothing could stop me then. My behind started bucking into Travis, my hands wrapped around his bubble butt and I pressed in hard until the dry-orgasm shocks took over, and pressed into my demon-angel.

If it wasn't for the buoyancy of the water, and Travis holding me up, I probably would have fallen over. Then I felt him kissing my face. They were not guy-girl kisses, but they were just little kisses like before. Then my mouth clamped on his mouth and I kissed him for what seemed like a long time. When my heart had startled to settle down, he leaned back against my arms and grinned at me, "See, I knew you liked me."

I was speechless, and his hands wrapped around my back, and he turned us around in the water with his body pressed against my back, holding me up. Then I felt his stiffy press into my butt, "Someone is coming. I can hear horses," He said.

I was not about to move, so I said, "Okay, I always hold you in the water anyway, so no one will think anything."

Ten of the guys showed up, all on horses. They looked at the bikes, and Smiley smiled, "It too big of a hurry to saddle your horses?"

Travis grinned and whispered in my ear, "But I am the one holding you.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked.

"More importantly, what are you guys doing here so early?" Tristan grinned wide. I looked at David whose smile was just as wide.

"I must have forgotten the time." I said, telling the truth.

Their appearance gave Travis and I time to settle down, but I had a million questions to ask him. I wanted to know if he felt the same thing I did, and if I hurt him bad... No, I didn't hurt him, but did I make him feel as good as he did me? Did he even feel the same as me? What if he didn't feel those things and just did it because he knew I liked it? Those would have to wait.

Travis piped up, "Prepare, Knights of Granite Rock!"

I couldn't believe he just announced that. I could barely stand up. I just wanted him to hold and cuddle me like he always wanted me to, and now he wants to play knights. I did not want him to let loose of me.

The guys dismounted and were in several stages of undressing while Joey and David got food and drinks out of the saddlebags and off the saddle horn. Tristan kept looking at the two of us in the water while he undressed, with a smile that would embarrass anyone for anything they did in the last eleven years of their lives. Travis shifted his weight on me, "Don't pay attention to Tristan and David. They didn't see anything, and they don't know anything."

"How do you know?" I asked.

He looked up at me, "Because I heard them coming ten minutes before I said anything. I would like you to spend the night at my house. I think it's time you read those papers."

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