Henry Decker and Dylan Stock

 

Henry Decker stepped onto the school bus and gripped the rail as the driver immediately took off. This was one of the best moments of his day, walking down the aisle anticipating seeing Dylan Stock, the object of his crush since at least the beginning of his junior year. He always walked by nonchalantly, afraid to look directly at him in case they accidentally made eye contact, which they never did. Then, as usual, Henry took a seat a couple rows back on the other side where he could see Dylan’s huge head of blond curls. The bus ride took about twenty-five minutes with the other stops they had to make. Sometimes Henry berated himself for being a coward by not trying to talk to him. This time on the bus was really the only time that he could do that because their school was huge, and they ran with different crowds.

But today, something unexpected happened. Dylan got up, turned back and walked straight up to Henry’s row and motioned for him to scoot over. In shock, Henry did. “Hey bro, I’m Dylan.” He held out his hand for Henry to shake.

“I’m Henry.” And then for a millisecond Henry was holding his hand.   

“Good to meet ya.”  

“Same here.”   

“You’re on the cross-country team I think?”

 “I am.” Henry’s mind raced trying to think of something more to say. But he had no clue why Dylan even came back to sit with him. “I’m ranked second in the state after the last meet.”  

“Righteous. I’m on the wrestling team.”   

“I think I knew that.”

 “I’m pretty confident I’ll be ranked in my weight class this year. Our season starts next Friday.”  

“We’re fucking badasses bro,” said Henry with half a smile and faux bravado. Dylan laughed and then Henry did too.

 “I also heard you’re a math prodigy.”  

 “Oh gee. I’m a geek. So there’s that too.”

 “I hope you aren’t ashamed of that. Some people make fun of brainiacs but really they’re just jealous.”    

“I’m not really ashamed. Honestly, I don’t worry too much about what people think of me.” This wasn’t entirely true.

Dylan smiled huge back at Henry and Henry’s heart pounded just a little from that.

 “So…what I wanted to ask you was if you’d ever consider tutoring math. I’ve got trig this year and it’s kicking my ass. Honestly, I really have no idea what’s going on. I couldn’t be more lost and if I get less than a C I’m off the wrestling team. Which is pretty much the thing I’m best at.”

 “Oh, yeah, I’m sure I could help you out with that.”   

 “I’d pay you, of course! Or my parents, I mean. I know you also have training and shit.”

  “No dude, of course you don’t have to pay me. I’m happy to help.”

  “Nah, that’s not right...”   

  “Of course it’s right. You won’t need much help. I’m pretty sure I can set you straight.”

  “That’s super nice of you.”   

  “I’m free Saturday afternoon if you want to come over then. My parents and sister will be out of town.” Fuck, what did I say that for?, Henry asked himself as soon as he said it.

 “Do you know where I live?”  

 “The big gray house at the end of Cedar Street that’s on the ravine?” Wow, Dylan knows where I live, Henry thought. And he’s coming over to my house!

  “Yup, that’s it.”

And for the rest of the ride to school they talked about their respective sports.

 

Tutoring Dylan Tutoring Henry

 

As Henry Decker went to answer the doorbell he felt like he was walking through a dream. But when he opened the door, there he was in real life. Dylan Stock stood on his own front porch, his backwards baseball cap smothering his head full of strawberry blonde curls. He was wearing a blue tank top, workout shorts, cream colored Converse high tops, and a broad smile across his face.

           “Hey, Dylan. Come on in.”

           “What’s up, bro!” Henry pointed to the textbook Dylan was carrying.

           “Trig, I guess.”

           “Ya, Henry, thanks for helping me out even though you aren’t even taking this class.”       

             “No worries, man. I’m glad to help. And I got trig down so it should be no problem.” 

             “Where is everybody?”

           “Dad’s out of town and my mom drove my sister to a soccer meet in Portland.”

           “This is an awesome house. It’s so big!”

           “Yeah, too big for my family, really. We can go upstairs to my room.” Dylan stepped onto the stairs and Henry let him go first. At the top, to Henry’s surprise, Dylan walked straight to Henry’s bedroom and nearly opened the door before he thought twice and let Henry usher him in.

           “How did you know which bedroom was mine?” Henry asked, surprised. Dylan was momentarily flustered, and then raised his hands up and said “Oh, I just feel the energy bro,” jokingly. That made Henry laugh and feel some relief that hanging out with Dylan wasn’t going to be as awkward as he feared.

           “Dang, nice big room too, and cool view.” Dylan moved to the window and looked out. “You can see my wrestling coach’s house over there on the other side of the creek. The blue one with the black roof.”

           “Coach Tanner?”

           “Yeah, for sure that’s his house,”

           “I’m taking computer science from him this semester,” said Henry. It was surreal seeing the object of his crush for the last year standing in his own bedroom. Then he realized he left his dirty running clothes on the floor.

           “Oh, geez, Sorry I left my wet running gear on the floor. It probably stinks.” He opened the closet and threw his clothes in the hamper.

           “No man, no worries, I don’t smell anything. Anyway, I wrestle don’t forget! And I’m not as tidy as you are I think.”

           “Here’s an extra chair you can sit in,” said Henry, and he placed it next to his own desk chair. “Trig isn’t that hard really.”

           “Alright! Right to work! Haha. I can see how you get straight A’s.” Dylan sat down and Henry did the same.

           “Oh…I’m sorry. I guess I’m just not used to having friends over. My Dad runs this house like it’s the military…curfew…all kinds of rules and regulations…it’s usually not comfortable having people over. It feels way more relaxed that he’s gone now actually.”

           “Sorry to hear that dude. My parents are totally hippies! They usually smoke joints on the weekend, and even let me try it sometimes!”

           “Seriously?? That insane. So different from my house!”

           “I could use more discipline at school though. I pledged I wouldn’t wait to the last minute to get my work done this year. I can’t just totally rely on wrestling to get into a good school, and if I don’t figure this out, I won’t even be wrestling.”

           “Well, I can help you with trig anyway. As I said, it’s not too hard once you get the basic idea. If you start with a unit circle you can draw triangles to the x axis and this ends up showing the relationship between triangles and basic waves, like a sine wave…”

           “Huh?”

           “Here, let me draw it out.” Henry grabbed some graph paper and a compass.

And for the next hour and a half Henry explained the basic concepts behind trigonometry and why it was useful.

 

           “Dude, I feel like I totally get this!”

           “Sweet,” said Henry. “I’m super happy if this helped.” He was feeling more relaxed. Dylan had proven to be completely easy going.

           “Can I keep the notes we made?”

           “Of course!”

           “How’s your internet connection here?”

           “It’s…normal, I guess.”

           “What kind of pussy porn are you into?” Henry blushed bright red and said nothing.                 

             “Ha, dude I’m sorry,” said Dylan. “I didn’t mean to change the subject so quickly. I just figured we seem to be done with the math.”

           “No…it’s cool…” Henry stammered. “But my dad has tight control over that. He doesn’t allow porn in this house. He has controls on the internet provider.”

           “Oh man, NO WAY! Ugh, that’s seriously wrong! You are totally deprived of your natural male teenage rights, ha-ha!”

           “I’ve found another way to get on the internet though,” said Henry. He regretted sharing this the moment it came out of his mouth. Henry had never looked at “pussy” porn in his life, he wasn’t interested, and he wasn’t sure how to fake it.

           “Oh, sweet, how is that?”

           “Strangely,” said Henry pulling up the available networks. “Dungeon529 has no password! This signal isn’t the strongest but it totally works. “Dylan stared with a slight smile at the screen. “I know, that’s crazy, right? Who doesn’t have their network password protected?” After a few clicks, Google popped up on Henry’s MacBook screen, connected to Dungeon529’s network.

           “Wow, great. Show me something you like,” said Dylan. But Henry hesitated.

           “How about you show me something you’re into instead.”

           “I can but…..I love some pretty kinky shit! So, fair warning.” Dylan’s fingers moved to Henry’s MacBook keys. “I’ll show you my most favorite vid ever. Honestly, it’s the vid I often come to when I’m ready to blow.” 
Henry’s heart pounded hearing Dylan get riled up and talk about “blowing”. Up popped a screen of women in bondage, Dylan selected one, and now they were staring at a Japanese woman tied up and legs spread. One more click and the video started. “This one is especially hot cause this girl can really squirt, right in the face of the dude that’s fingering her.” Henry squirmed uncomfortably watching this extremely explicit “pussy porn.” Dylan went on for a while and then he switched to some other of his favorite videos. Mostly Henry didn’t say much other than “Hot” or “Nice.” He was getting a minor boner however from Dylan but wasn’t sure how to fake interest in something that was actually a little embarrassing to him even. After a while Dylan paused the video.

           “Ok, so Henry, I gotta ask you bluntly…are you gay?” There was nothing accusatory in his voice, just curiosity.

           “No way, no!” Said Henry immediately. Dylan chuckled, but not unkindly.

            “Dude, ha, you are the worst liar ever. I can totally see in your face that you’re lying.” Henry started to protest, but he could tell in advance that what came out would be just more transparent lying, so he stayed quiet. 

            “It’s totally cool bro, no worries at all!”

           “Dylan…I’ve never discussed this with anyone ever….” Henry blurted out.

           “Oh bro, no worries! This doesn’t leave the room! No one at school will ever know! From me, at least! I’m just sorry if I traumatized you making you look at pussies!” He started to laugh a bit and Henry smiled in return.

           “That was a little weird, but I’ll be OK,” said Henry.

           “Show me some gay porn!” said Dylan, trying to prove his openness to Henry. 

            “Naw….”           

             “Really! I showed you my favorite porn, you show me yours. I won’t be traumatized.”      

             “But, no…”

           “Don’t tell me you don’t have any,” countered Dylan.

           “Of course, but…”

           “C’mon man!” 

            Henry paused, then pulled up one of his best vids. It was a dude in a room surrounded by glory holes with hard cocks poking out ready to explode. The guy was squatting down on his American flag version of Chuck Taylor high tops. In turn, each cock exploded into the dude’s mouth, and he savored every cum load. Henry couldn’t bring himself to make commentary.

           “Fuuuuck bro…I never saw anyone take so much cum!” said Dylan. “I’ve never seen anything remotely like this in straight porn. Damn, I could see myself sticking my dick in a hole like that. Show me something else.” Henry pulled up another video. This time two guys were pissing on each other and in each other’s mouths and spitting it back and forth.   

              “Whoa! Insane! OK, that’s seriously kinky. I’m mean, I’ve seen straight piss vids before…but not with so much…enthusiasm.” Henry laughed a bit. 

            “That’s right bro! Chill out! I can see how your dad has kind of made you uptight. But actually, I’m kind of glad to see this. I was getting worried you might be asexual or something.” Henry clicked to another video. This was just a super studly man, fully clothed, staring at the camera. Suddenly, the man blew a long thick fart. 

            “Hahahahaha!!!” Dylan laughed out loud and hard, and Henry joined him. “Oh, dude, Ok, that’s seriously freaky! Yep, I will definitely not worry any more that you have no sexual interests. Actually, it took some courage showing me that. Props, bro.”  Henry blushed again and searched for something else. This time, up came a video of a hairy, masculine looking young man, all tied up in a chair, including his cock and balls, being masturbated by two other guys. This time Henry spoke up.

           “The point of this video is to edge the guy to the point of cumming, over and over again, til he gets crazier and crazier until finally after a long time they let him ejaculate. I think a lot of guys on this site are straight actually.”

           “Wow, this is kinda interesting to me. I love bondage sites with girls, really a lot! I will admit, though, while I’m straight when it comes to, like, searching for porn to bate to....I also have lots of exhibitionist fantasies, and for that, it turns me on for anyone to be turned on by me, doesn’t really matter if it’s a guy or girl. I thought of doing camming, but I think I could maybe get into a lot of trouble being under eighteen.”

           “Yeah, I’m sure you could get in trouble,” agreed Henry.

           “Have you’ve heard of Bateworld?“, asked Dylan.

           “Bateworld? No, what’s that?”

           “Seriously, you don’t know Bateworld?”

           “No, what’s is it?”

           “Well, it’s….all about dudes into masturbation, which includes almost every dude of course, doesn’t matter if you’re gay, straight or bi.”

            This incredible turn of events with Dylan’s visit was beginning to overwhelm Henry. He was getting riled up, but at the same time he was terrorized things would go much further. It was almost too much. 

            “Mostly, it’s about teaching better masturbation techniques and encouraging your brothers to get deeper in the batehole.”

           “How does that site work? Like, you make a profile?”

           “Yeah, that’s it.”

           “Do you have a profile?”

           “Of course, yeah….but….I’d don’t know if I wanna share that with you right yet.” Henry looked like he was trying to hide being a bit crushed. “Make a profile though. Maybe you’ll find me naturally!” said Dylan. “That would be legit.”

           “Yeah, no worries, it’s cool, I’ll check out the site…bateworld.com?”

           “That’s it.” Henry started to pull up the site.          

           “Not to press things here at all, but I just had a realization…more than just about you being gay,” Dylan said. Henry looked like he was bracing himself. “You have a crush on me,” stated Dylan.

           “Nooo dude! C’mon! I’m gay, OK, but I’m not even attracted to you,” Henry defended, trying to muster up a sense of authenticity in his voice this time. Dylan laughed out loud.

           “Why not?! What’s wrong with me?!”

         Dylan turned to the mirror on the back of Henry’s door and flexed his bicep.

         “I’m a stud bro! Check it out!” Then he turned back to Henry and smiled. “Check out my biceps. Ya, you can touch’em.”

         Instead of protesting further, Henry reached up and squeezed Dylan’s arm.

         “I’m sorry, Henry. But, yeah, you just suck at lying. The more I think about it, it’s all starting to add up. You went to a couple of my meets last winter….I noticed you because really not a lot of people go other than parents and maybe some guys that also wrestled when they were in high school.”

           “I was just wondering about wrestling myself, that’s all.”

           “Ah, yeah, right. Then it seems like you are always right behind me every day between fourth and fifth periods. And you always check to see where I am on the bus every day, then you sit just behind me a couple rows.”

           “Fuck….okay.”

         Henry stared at the computer so he wouldn’t have to look Dylan in the eye.

           “It’s all good bro. It’s totally flattering. Now you don’t have to follow me in school. You can just talk to me like I’m a normal friend. And now I know I can get math tutoring whenever I want!”

         They both laughed, Henry more shyly.

           “You can,” said Henry.

           “You really didn’t have any interest in wrestling, did you?”

           “Yes, I did! For sure, except it’s at the same time as cross-country season.”

           “I bet you’d like to handle buff guys in a onesie too.”

           “Yeaaaah, I admit there is that element,” said Henry.

           “That’s kind of a danger though. If you get a boner, the onesie doesn’t hide it at all”

           “Oh, I’ve seen that. The wrestlers don’t really act like they care. But I’m not really built for wrestling anyway.”

           “No, that’s not true. Thinner guys just get put in a lighter weight class. And anyway, mastery of the right moves matters more. Wanna try some? Your room is big enough.”

           “Ummm....OK,” said Henry.  Dylan stood up and moved to the center of the room, took his cap off his head and mussed up his massive curls. Henry followed.

            “So the first thing is how to stand. There are a couple of different stances, but let’s start by the square stance. Put your feet parallel and just a bit wider than your shoulder width. Lean forward and jut your butt backward and keep your eyes focused on your opponent. Now the first goal is how to penetrate your opponent’s space with your hands and arms. OK, first I’m gonna show you a half nelson, probably the most famous move. Then I need to get you to the floor. So, I’ll bend down on one knee as I grab behind your leg…”

         And in what seemed like half a second, Henry was face down on his bedroom floor with Dylan lying on top of him.  Henry could feel Dylan’s breath on his ear.

         “OK, so in the Half Nelson, I take my left arm over and under your right arm, take my right arm between your legs like this, lock my fingers together and boom, you’re pinned.”    Dylan let go and they both stood up.

         “Are you OK?” asked Dylan. “You’re kinda quiet.”

           “No, I’m fine…I just…never imagined a scene where you are in my bedroom lying on top of me.”

           “Ha-ha! I see. Well, stick around, I’m full of surprises. Let me show you one more. This one is called the Chicken Wing. Start with the same stance.”

         Henry and Dylan faced off again, and before Henry knew it, he was once again flat on his stomach. Dylan’s arm reached around Henry’s neck and his legs gripped through Henry’s legs until he was arched back.”

           “Ow!”

           “Try and get out.” Dylan tightened up.

           “Ow! No way!”

         Dylan let Henry go and as he did, he slapped him hard on his butt.

         “The butt slap isn’t part of the official move of course. Haha.”

           “I imagine. I haven’t had my butt slapped in a few years. But it was a regular part of my childhood.”

           “Oh geez, sorry, I didn’t mean to bring back traumatic childhood memories.”

           “No, honestly it was one of the few ways I got my Dad’s undivided attention.”

           “Whoa! Hey!,” said Dylan, pointing at the window. Henry turned in time to see a drone whiz by and disappear.

         “Dude, that drone has been flying by for a couple of months now! It always goes up and disappears over the roof!” said Henry.

           “Oh, somebody around here is definitely a perv!” said Dylan.

           “That’s the only thing I can think. Do you think I should call the police?”

           “Oh geez no. Especially with your dad the way he is. I have a drone. I bet we can figure this out.”

           “You have a drone? What for?”

           “It’s fun! And, well, it was easier to spy on Maggie Ross last summer lying by their swimming pool.”

           “Oh geez, so you’re also a perv.”

           “You know it! So don’t call the police! Actually, if it was me, I’d probably put on a show for the drone. See if I could entice it to just sit outside my window and stare while I had a bate.”

           “I could see you doing that.”

           “Nice to give someone else a thrill, no? Especially when they go to so much effort.”
           “OK, I’ll try giving the drone a little show next time, I promise.” said Henry.

         Then Dylan pinched at the crotch of Henry’s shorts.

           “And what’s that? Looks like you got a little penis boner going on there.”

         Dylan laughed and Henry turned red, though not from embarrassment. “I’m sorry bro. I’ve been teasing you a little,” he grinned. “You could be a good wrestler though, really. I could teach you moves, and you can help me with math.”

         Henry rolled his eyes and couldn’t figure out what to say.
           “Hey, tell me something. What do you think of Coach Tanner?”

           “Coach Tanner?...I don’t know...he seems pretty cool.”

           “I mean, do you think he’s sexy? Girls at school act like they think he’s hot.”

           “Yeeaaahh...he’s definitely pretty hot. He’s obviously super fit. Why do you want to know that?”
           “Ah, no reason...just wondering...if girls and gay guys would think the same dudes are hot.”

           “I honestly have no idea about that.”

           “Well, anyway, I should be going I guess. My Mom usually has dinner ready by six thirty,” said Dylan.

         He reached over to get his cap from Henry’s bed and stuffed it back on his head.

         “It just occurred to me though. Maybe I could get my drone to record one of your races this Fall, you know, taken from a bird’s eye view. I think I have the skills, though I might need a better battery.”

            Henry handed Dylan his trig book, opened the door to his bedroom and Dylan moved to go out.

            “Wow, you’d do that for me? That’d be awesome!” said Henry as they went down the stairs.

            “I’d be happy to. Just stop being such a dork following me around school.” Dylan smiled good naturedly.

            “OK,” said Henry. “Sorry about that.”

            “No worries! Thanks for the trig lesson!”

 

            When Dylan got to the street he pulled his iPhone out of his pocket to make a call. “Hello, Mr. Tanner?, it’s Dylan….ha, yeah...He’s totally onto the drone, but I’m sure he doesn’t realize he was ever caught jerking off. Maybe I convinced him to put on a show for the drone next time though!”

 

The Bateworld Chat

 

           Henry opened Safari and typed “Bateworld” into the address bar. On the front page was a place to sign up, which he did. It was obvious he needed to make a profile to do anything on the site, so he built one that was simple enough just to get connected. He included a photo of himself running that didn’t show too much of his face. He was excited…was Dylan on right now?

           Dylan was indeed on and had been checking to see if Henry would register and make a profile. Suddenly, there was a profile under “Newest Members” that looked suspicious. He was a bit nervous wondering if he could pull off a chat without Henry realizing who he was talking to.
              “Hey dude. You’re a runner?”

         Henry was surprised that someone wanted to chat with him already. He clicked on their profile and saw it was a college student with a handsome profile pic, but not too much detail. “Yeah,” was all he could think to say.  

           “There’s not much in your profile.”

           “True. I just signed up. There isn’t much in your’s either.”  

            “I guess I prefer to just chat with someone and find things out along the way.”

           “That’s cool. You’re going to State? What are you studying?”  

           “At State I’m studying landscape architecture. My Dad owns a nursery. But right at the moment I’m studying my fat penis boner. It’s so swole.”

           “Lol, your ‘penis boner’?’”

           “Technical terms make me horny. Penis, Testicles. Semen. Anus. How’s your penis right now?”

           “Um. My penis was asleep, but maybe he’s waking up a bit.”  

           “Third person. That’s nice. Like your penis has a mind of his own. How did you discover Bateworld?”

         Henry was scanning the profiles for photos that could be Dylan, but to no avail.

           “A friend of mine told me about it. I think I’m usually the last to know what’s going on. I was looking for his profile right now honestly.”   

           “Oh, I probably know everybody on here within a three-state range, ha-ha. What’s he like, I can probably help you out.”

           “He’s strawberry blondish with lots of curls. He wrestles at school and so he’s super fit in a muscular way. He’s very confident, even cocky but I don’t know if that would show up on here.”           

         “Hmmm. Nothing comes to mind right off the bat. Why doesn’t he just tell you his profile name?”

           “He’s probably too much of a perv,” typed Henry.

           “I’m strawberry blondish though! You like that?”
           “I do, but especially with super white skin without much body fat. And a big white uncut dick. I mean ‘penis.’”

           “Wanna see my penis?”

           “I’m not really comfortable Skyping.”  

           “Nah, I can drop a file here.”

         A file appeared in the chat and Henry clicked on it. Up popped a photo of a huge white uncut cock.

           “Wow. Dude, that’s not really you.” 

            “Fuck you! Haha. Yes, it is me. I swear.”

           “That must be over nine inches. I like the way the red head is peaking up from under the white hood.”

           “Thank’s man. It’s not even eight. Just under. It’s pretty fat though. Send one back!”

         “Nah, I’m not really comfortable doing that yet. I don’t have a pic of my dick anyway.”

           “You have a phone, right?”

           “True. I’ll think about it. Maybe some other time.”   

           “No worries. What are you into?”

           “Into? In sex? What turns me on?”   

           “Duh!”

           “I don’t know…the usual stuff? Masculine acting guys?”   

           “Oh, brother. Dude, you’re really new to chat, I guess. This is a place where you can talk about what REALLY makes your penis hard. It’s like no judgement zone here.”

           “Maybe you go first?”

           “Yeah, I can go first. But I have to warn you, besides being real honest, I’m also a total perv. Can you handle it?”

           “Wow, sure. I think my penis just jumped a little.”   

           “Sweet. I’m into almost anything weird or nasty. I love lots of spit, mansmell, even farts, or especially farts honestly. Domination and Submission scenes, humiliation too. Oh, also, I have a Converse Chuck fetish.”

           “A Converse Chuck fetish? What is that?”   

           “It means that sexy dudes in Converse Chuck Taylors bone my penis.”

           “You mean like a hot naked guy wearing only his Chucks? That’s so specific.”

           “Yes. And masturbating his fucking erection.”

           “I have a couple pair of Chucks but I haven’t worn them in at least a year.”   

           “I know.”

           “Huh? You know?”

         There was a pause that lasted at least thirty seconds.

         “Dude, I’m busted. I’m chatting with another dude. That “I know” was for him.”

           “I see. It’s probably dangerous chatting with two people at once.”

           “So true. Sorry about that.”

           “You’re into farts though?”


            “Fuck ya! Nasty bros bein’ bros. Rank pits too.”

           “You specifically like the smell?”   

           “Everything about it. I love piss too!”

           “Seriously? Like getting pissed on? Or drinking it?”

           “Both. And pissing in someone else’s face too. Or up their anus. I should probably be careful here though or you are gonna stop chatting with me.”

           “Haha, Yeah, except my penis is hard as a rock actually.”  

            “Oh, really? Good to know. You know the penis never lies!”

           “Gee, I must be more of a perv than I know.”

           “You don’t have any freaky fantasies when you masturbate?”

           “Maybe, being dominated? In my fantasies what I’m doing is always…unequal.”

           “Interesting. Maybe some bondage?”

           “Yeah, maybe. I really don’t know. Honestly, I have no experience at all.”   

           “You seem like you’re kind of innocent. I love corrupting the innocent hehe.”

           “People think that about me. I’m not so innocent though. I live in a crazy house. My father spanked my bare butt until I was fourteen.”  

           “What?! Seriously?!”

           “Seriously. Then I shoved him into the bathtub once and he hit his head so hard he almost lost consciousness. He stopped hitting me then. But he ridicules me now instead. I don’t care.”

           “Wow. It’s all peace and love at my house.”

           “You sound like my friend Dylan, the guy I’m looking for here. His parents are hippies practically. The whole family smokes pot together.”  

           “I guess you must like this guy. I’ll keep an eye out for him.”

           “You don’t have to.”  

           “What about humiliation?”

           “What about it?”

           “Do you ever think about being humiliated by a dude? Like them spitting in your face or pissing on you?”

           “I guess so. Yeah. I guess I can also blame this on my father?”  

            “How’s your penis right now?”

           “it’s sticking straight up and I’m masturbating. You’re getting me super horny.”   

           “Good to know bro! That’s what we come on here for. I’m bating my big fat white uncircumcised penis too. I’m thinking of spitting a fat wad right in your face. Watching you try to lick it off.”

           “I’ll open my mouth and you can just drool right on my tongue.”  

            “Fuck ya! Blow some snots too.”

           “LOL, you are a dirty dude!”  

           “I’m a fucking pig bro. I actually have allergies right now so I probably could blow snots on your tongue.”

         Henry wasn’t sure what to think about this.

           “I wish I had your spit to lube up my penis erection.”

         Henry was stroking hard. He had stopped looking for Dylan.

           “You want a nasty fart in your face?”  

           “Fuck yes!” said Henry. His heart was pounding in lust over this nasty taboo talk.

           “Put your lips on my anus and I’ll fart right in your faggot mouth.”  

           “Fuuuuck bro! You’re sick”

         Henry dropped spit onto his cock and rubbed it in. He was close to cumming already.


     “I’ll just squat down in my dirty cream chucks right over your face. How does my anus hole look?”     

           “Dude, so pink and delicious.”

           “Suck it bro, get your tongue up there.”

         Henry was bating maniacally. Suddenly he felt a surge and he knew he was about to cum.   

           “I need another fart bro.” Henry stood up and braced, giving himself one last stroke to take him over the top. The veins on his cock blew up and semen shot out the end landed on top of his math book. He shook, hunched over his desk. He sat back down waiting for his orgasm to slowly subside over his body.   

           “Dude, are you still there?” Another pause.

           “Yeah, I’m still here. I just blew my load right across the cover of my calculus book.”           

            “Aw, dude!!! Nooo! You’re supposed to warn me.”

           “Sorry. What for?”  

           “Don’t you ever edge?”

           “What’s that?”

           “When you almost blow, but then you stop and work your way back up again.”

           “What’s the point of that?” 

           “You go deeper in the bate hole. Your orgasms are way stronger that way. Plus, I was gonna cum at the same time as you.”

           “Oh. Sorry.”

           “You can make it up to me though.”

           “How’s that?”

            “Take a photo of your calculus book and text it to me.”

           “LOL. Seriously?   

           “Yes!”

           “OK I guess.” Henry laid his soft but still swollen cock next to his load on the calc book and snapped a photo.

            “What’s your number? Henry asked. Dylan panicked for a moment as he realized that Henry had is number. Then he remembered he’d made a snapchat account just for this purpose.  

           “Send it to my Snapchat. WrestlerConverseStud.”

           “OK, done.” Dylan’s phone dinged for the arrival of a new snapchat message. He opened it up. There it was, Henry’s swollen dick and pools of sperm on his calc book. He texted back the first thing to come into his brain.

         “Wow, I didn’t know you were uncut.”

           “Why would you? As you noticed, I didn’t put a dick pic in my profile.”  

           “Dang though, that’s righteous.”

         That’s when Henry was hit by an epiphany. Righteous. Could this be Dylan he was conversing with? He could hear him say “righteous.” He panicked for a few seconds. The first time he had ever sent a pic of his dick on the internet, and it was to a classmate. Fuck. But Dylan would never share that, would he? With who? No, Dylan wouldn’t do that. He’s a good guy. But he had just pretended to be someone else. Wait…is Dylan gay too?! That could be awesome…Dylan, his huge crush, so sexy…Fuck…

           “Hey, I have to get going here.”   

           “Yeah, yeah. Bust a nut and run.”

           “Sorry.”  

           “Talk to ya later, bro?”

           “For sure.” Then Henry scrolled up through the conversation. It was all so explicit and perverse. If this was Dylan, they had suddenly each learned a lot more about each other.

 

 

School Bus Ride Two

 

           Henry scanned the windows of the bus as it pulled up, not quite sure if Dylan would show up after the Bateworld conversation he may have had with him the previous night.

But there he was, his reddish yellow curls leaning against the window. Henry climbed onto the bus, walked down the aisle, caught Dylan’s eye and Dylan scooted over. Henry sat down and said nothing, keeping his gaze ahead.

           “Nice blue Chucks,” said Dylan, and Henry noted that Dylan had noticed.

           “Thanks. You seem to like those...classic...Converse. You wear em all the time. They’re gonna fall apart soon.”

           “Yeah, they’re my favorite, but I have a lot more Converse.”

There was an uncomfortable pause in the conversation until finally Dylan said, “What happened to your calculus book?”

           “My Calculus book?”
           “Yeah, there’s a stain across the top of it.”
         With this, Henry broke out with a clear smile, though he had tried to repress it.

         “I don’t know, guess I squirted something on it.”

           “You need to take your schoolwork more seriously,” suggested Dylan.

           “Yeah, well sometimes I feel the need to rebel against my autocratic father.”

           “Wow, have you been studying vocabulary for the SAT? You’re such a good young man.”

         There was another pause. Then Henry let go a long squeaking fart. Dylan laughed softly at this, a big smile across his face, until the smell wafted up.

           “Oh, duuuuuuuude…,” said Dylan.

           “Man, I’m sorry, I ate way too much cauliflower yesterday. That’s another way I’m a role model. I eat my vegetables.”

         Dylan squeezed on the woody growing in his pants. Henry looked down. “You have a problem?”

           “Dude, all the time.”

         The bus bounced up and down through a construction zone as they were nearing the high school. Dylan was glad the rows around them were empty.

         “Hey, so, Coach Tanner needs some painting done on his house and he’s looking for a couple of students to give the job to. I’m gonna go over there today after school to find out more about it. You wanna stop by? You’d just have to hop the creek.”
           “Um, yeah, why not? What time?”

           “4:30?”
           “Would five be OK? I wanna run at least five miles after school.”
           “Yeah, that’s no problem.”

           “Cool, I’ll see you there. I’m curious what his house is like inside.”

           “You have no idea,” said Dylan.

         Henry was about to ask what that meant, but the bus came to a stop and everyone stood up. “See ya there.”

 

Henry On Edge

 

           Henry rang the doorbell on Coach Tanner’s front porch, still sweaty from his run, though he had changed out of his filthy running shoes and back into his Chucks. He was surprised when Dylan answered the door instead of his computer science teacher.
           “Hey bro, c’mon in. Coach Tanner texted me that he’s a little late and to just go in.”

           “Wow, this is weird. I’ve never been in a teacher’s house before.”

           “Me either. So, I started looking around. You’ll never believe what I found in the basement!”
           “What the fuck?! You went in his basement?! Jesus! Why?”

           “Bro, check this out! Follow me.”

           “Dude, we can’t go in his basement! What if he comes home? How are we gonna explain that?” Dylan opened a door next to the kitchen which led downstairs. Dylan descended and Henry followed him reluctantly.

           “This better be good Dylan!”

           “Oh, it is!” Once in the basement, Dylan looped around a pool table and through another door. “Check it out! This is just like that website you like, Men on Edge!”

           “Whoa! Oh, my fucking God,” said Henry.

           “Dude, you’re definitely studying your vocabulary, that’s two “fucks’” in under five minutes.

           “Dylan, that’s a sling! And that cross thing is for bondage.”

           “This is the freakiest basement ever,” said Dylan.

         There was a leather table and an old examination table from a doctor’s office. On the floor was a trunk labeled “Toy Box”, and next to that was a rim chair. The walls and ceiling were painted black.

           “Henry, stand at the cross.”
           “Ha-ha, are you gonna tie me up? Actually Dylan, we really can’t be caught down here.”
           “We won’t. We’ll be able to hear the garage door anyway. Oh, look, this has wrist straps. C’mon bro, stand like Jesus!” Henry put his arm up and Dylan had his right arm clasped in no time flat.

           “Geez, dude, you look like a pro at this, you’re scaring me,” said Henry, and he moved to undo the strap with his left hand.

         Before he knew it though, Dylan was in full wrestler stud mode and Henry’s left arm was pinned against the other side of the cross.

         “Hey! Dylan, c’mon stop!” but it was no use. Dylan fixed the clasp one handed and Henry was bound.
           “Very funny, Dylan. But c’mon, Coach Tanner could be home any minute, seriously.”

           “Wow, you look so vulnerable like that Henry! You have to admit this is kind of a horny situation.”

         In fact, this was exactly the kind of situation Henry fantasized about. But now he was conflicted. He felt like a trespasser in Coach Tanner’s home, had discovered, with Dylan, something highly private, and now he was actually in a compromised way himself.

         “This still isn’t quite right though.”

         Dylan walked back to Henry and tugged on the waistband of Henry’s running shorts and pulled them down around his ankles.

           “Dude! Stop this! Let me go! We could be arrested!”

           Dylan laughed.

           “Fuck, Henry, you’re looking pretty swole. Maybe you think you want me to let you go but your dick says you’re OK just like that.”

           “Dylan, listen to me. If we get caught down here, Coach Tanner will call the police. We’ll be arrested for trespassing. We could go to jail and have records and our whole life would be ruined!”

           “Nah, I don’t think he’d call the police Henry. It’s his Dungeon!”

         Just then came the sound of the garage door opening.

           “Dylan! He’s here! Let me go! Quick!”

           “Don’t worry Henry, I got this!” and then Dylan turned around, ran out of the room and up the stairs, leaving Henry bound in just his Chucks, his t shirt and his shorts around his ankles.

         Henry was terrified and completely skeptical that Dylan could possibly find a way out of this situation. At the least, he imagined himself strung up like that for hours...dying of thirst...needing to pee...until he’d scream in the middle of the night…He heard talking in the kitchen. He tried not to breathe so he could hear...but he couldn’t make out the words...though the tone of their conversation sounded normal. Then there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Henry froze. Steps came towards the Dungeon room.

           “Hey Henry! Coach Tanner isn’t mad at all! Are you Coach Tanner? Actually, I like to call him Coach Penisface. Are you mad Penisface?” Coach Tanner smiled and frowned at the same time and punched Dylan in the arm.

           “Ow! OK, Tanner.”

           “Honestly, I never though you could get Henry bound up. You’re impressive.”

           “I bet Coach Tanner that I could get you bound up down here and he didn’t believe me...so now I just won his old motorcycle!! Oh, but you can use it whenever you want of course! You earned it! Or you’re about to.”
           “Are you OK, Henry? Are those straps hurting your wrists?” asked Coach Tanner.

         He was sincere. Henry didn’t say anything, still trying to process the situation, though the straps did not, in fact, hurt.

           Dylan looked at Henry.

         “Dude, your dick shrunk back so I guess you are a little...disturbed. I’m sorry I scared you so bad, but I was really gunning for that motorcycle. Tanner has the whole thing on video, to prove I didn’t cheat,” he said pointing to a camera hidden in the ceiling.
           “Are you gonna let me go?” asked Henry.
           “Aw...man...I’ll let you go if you really, really, really want me to. Or...you could just wait and see what happens. Take a deep breath and relax.”

         Henry tried to untense his body just a little.

         “Remember all last year when you followed me around school? You’d be like this close behind me sometimes.”

         He stepped up within a foot of Henry.

         “Granted, the halls were crowded. I remember you ‘accidentally’ brushing your hand across my butt.”

         Dylan smiled and grazed the hair on Henry’s thigh with the back of his hand.

         “And I even felt your breath on the back of my neck.”

         He exhaled into Henry’s face.

         “Oh, look it you. Little Henry is perking up again.”

         Dylan lifted the head of Henry’s cock up with his index finger and let it drop. Then he leaned in a little closer.

         “What about my pits? Were they ever ripe? Did you imagine they smelled like this?”

         He lifted his arm and placed his armpit in Henry’s face.

         “Go ahead, have a whiff.”

         Henry inhaled softly through his nose.

         “Naw dude! Give it a real sniff. Suck my pheromones deep into your brain.”

         This time Henry dropped his head so his nose felt the moisture in Dylan’s pit and breathed in deep. He swooned on the ripe scent.  

         “Did you ever imagine what it would be like to kiss me? Like, if our lips came so close and touched...maybe my tongue would trace around your lips like this...would you like me to kiss you right now?”
           “OK”

           “Naw, not ‘OK’. Fuck, say it like you want it bad. Would you like me to kiss you?”

         Henry was overwhelmed.

           “Yes.”

Dylan paused and just looked into Henry’s eyes from six inches away.

           “Yes...PLEASE?” said Henry.

           “Would you like a dry proper kiss or one where you really get to taste my spit?”

           “A wet kiss...PLEASE.”

           “Hmmm. I wonder if maybe you could do something for me first. It might be a little humiliating...but I’d love to hear a little fart from you. Could you do that?”

           “Jesus, Dylan you’re so twisted,” said Coach Tanner.

           “I think he already knows.”

Henry stared into Dylan’s eyes. Then his brows furrowed, he held his breath and his cheeks reddened.

         “Pffffffft.”

           “That’s it Henry. Wow, so hot to hear a nice boy like you make a proper fart. You were so bad to do that on the bus last week. I would have figured that your dad outlawed that in your family.”

         Then Dylan grabbed the back of Henry’s neck, pressed their lips together and entered Henry’s mouth with his wet tongue. He could feel Henry’s breath quicken. He went deep inside, their tongues trying to wrap each other up. When he withdrew he left spit thickly across Henry’s lower lip which drooled down and hung in midair.”
           “Wow, Tanner, get a load of Henry’s fat penis boner! It’s a nice dick, right?” Coach Tanner was leaning back against the doctor’s examination table stroking his own boner which he had pulled out of the piss hole of his pants, along with his ample nut sack.

           “It’s a great dick. Fuck, Henry you look so sexy like that.”
           “After all Henry’s going through, I think he deserves an A in your computer class. Don’t you think so?”

           “He’s already getting an A.”

           “Oh. Of course. Duh.”

Then Dylan leaned down over Henry’s boner and dropped a giant spit wad on the head. Some dribbled off the side but most of it sat right where it landed. “Wow, Henry, look at that. You have my thick spit lube to bate with now. Why don’t you try rubbing that around? Oh, wait, that’s too bad, you’re all tied up. Gee. I’m not sure what to do…”

           Henry grimaced and let loose another fart, a bit more forcefully this time.

           “Ohhh! Wow, nice! You’re learning quickly how this works... Oooo, Henry, that one is kinda nasty bro. But I think that definitely earns a helping hand.”

         Dylan took Henry’s boner in his hand and smeared his spit around the head and down the shaft. This made Henry moan, a rumbling from deep in his chest. Dylan worked a rhythm and Henry instinctively began to rock back and forth. After just seconds of this, Dylan sensed that Henry was getting ready to blow, and he let go, leaving Henry’s boner stiff and bloated and abandoned. Henry drooled over his lower lip, unable to wipe it away.

           “Did you ever think I’d have my hand around your cock bro?”

           “No.”
           “You look so horny. Are you gonna be OK? Should we take a break? I don’t want you to die or anything.”

           “I’m OK.”

           “So...I could continue bating your boner...or I could explore some new activities….hmmm...but what should it be? I tell you what. If you want to explore some new activitiies give me another little fart.”

         Henry paused, confused.

         “It’s a hard choice, I know bro.”

         Henry farted quietly this time.

         “Yes, good choice! Ah, but now...what to do...maybe we should get Coach to participate. What do you think Coach?”

           “I think I’m doing fine over here by myself.”

           “You do look like you’re having some pervy fun strokin your bone. But I’m gonna have to enlist your help in a second. Henry, I’m gonna show you the most private place on my whole body. OK?”
           “OK/”

         Dylan turned his back to Henry, bent over and slipped his shorts over his butt, his cock still hiding in the front. He spread his cheeks to reveal an ass crack thick with ginger pubes, moist with sweat, circling around his pink anus lips.

         “Coach, come here.”

         Coach Tanner walked over, his cock sticking straight up.

         “Can you see my anus lips through all the pubes?” he said to Tanner.

           “I would say barely, but yeah.”

           “How about now?” Dylan bore down and his asshole pushed out, the lips swelling fat and red.

           “Oh yeah! Definitely now.”

           “Touch my anus with your finger…drag it up and down my ass crack...stick it inside a little...yeah, like that...a little more...OK, that’s enough.”

         Coach Tanner pulled out and Dylan slipped his shorts back on, stood up and turned around.

           “Sniff your finger. How’s it smell?”

         Coach Tanner sniffed his finger and grimaced.

         “Fuck Dylan! That’s so ripe, Jesus. You’re supposed to wash that every once in a while, ya know?”

           “Let Henry sniff it.”

         Coach Tanner looked skeptical.

         “Are you sure?”

           “Bro, do you wanna sniff my asshole?”

           “Yes, please.”

           “I know my friend, coach.”

         Coach Tanner step up to Henry and held his finger up close to his nostrils. Henry sniffed deeply. Tanner waited for him to recoil but he did not. Henry sniffed again. And again.

           “Let him sniff as long as he wants.”

         After some seconds, Henry slowly started bucking the air with his cock, frustrated.

           “Henry, can you clean Coach Tanner’s finger for him now?” Tanner held his finger to Henry’s lips and Henry opened to let him in. He sucked for awhile as his teacher stroked himself.

           “Fuck, I could cum right now,” said Tanner.

           “Don’t do that! OK, stop.”

         Tanner pulled his finger out of Henry’s mouth.

         “OK, so Henry, let’s move on. Same choice again. I can either start bating you again, or we can move on to another fun activity. What will it be?”

         Henry stared into space, exhausted by lust. Then he grimaced, but with no sound. He grimaced harder...and harder...frustrated...to no avail.          

           “OK, Henry stop. You clearly have no more farts. But you tried. We’ll move on to another activity.”

         Dylan leaned over and whispered into Tanner’s ear, giving him extensive directions.

           “Oh, that’s no problem,” said Tanner.

           “So now, Henry, you get to see something really special.”

         Dylan lowered his shorts and his huge swollen penis dropped out the front. It was extraordinarily white except for the bright red head that peaked out from underneath the ample foreskin.

         “Can you guess what is going to happen next?”

           “I’m not sure.”

         Tanner held his dick like he was about to pee.

         “But, yeah, I have an idea.”

           Dylan and Tanner let loose thick piss streams at the same moment. Dylan aimed for Henry’s boner, soaking his pubes, and then down his leg and finally thoroughly saturating his left chuck. Tanner tried to squirt Henry in the face but fell well short and he ended up soaking his other shoe.
           “Do you feel like a toilet now Henry?”

           “Yeah, and now my Converse are gonna smell like piss.”

           Dylan dropped another thick wad of spit on Henry’s cock and smeared it around with his fist.

         “Fuck, I bet you never knew I could be so generous. You get all my smells at one fucking time. A full on kiss...”

         He grabbed Henry’s head and tried to fuck his throat with his tongue, pulled back, and then spit in his face. He stroked harder on Henry’s cock.

         “Bro, you look fucking retarded right now. You should see what you look like. An idiot hypnotized by his fat penis boner. Yeah, dude, start saying prayers to the Penis God cause I think he’s gonna reward you any second now.”

         Henry let out a deep moan. His hips started to buck and Dylan started stroking harder. “Yeah dude, show me your semen, buddy. Let it squirt Henry!”

         Then Henry tensed, a rope of drool dripped out the corner of his mouth and jizz began to squirt across the room...One...Two...Three...Dylan was milking it well...Four...Five...Six...Henry was holding onto his breath, his face bright red...seven...eight...nine...ten...and finally, squirt number eleven dribbled out yet more cum, and Henry was spent. He hung his head exhausted just as Tanner began to let his own cum loose. Dylan let go, a big smile across his face.

           “Dude, that was so epic!” said Dylan. “Fucking awesome!”

         Henry stared, unable to even smile.

         “I gotta get going now though! Coach Tanner will help you out.”

         Dylan ran out the dungeon door and shouted “Righteous!” as he ran up the stairs.

           “Are you OK?” asked Tanner, shaking the cum off the end of his own dick.

           “I’m OK,” said Henry and Tanner unbuckled him from the wooden planks. He bent down to pick up Henry’s shorts and handed them to him, which Henry slipped right on. It was awkward for them both.

         “I have to get going though.”

         There was a hint of a smile on Henry’s face as if to say to his teacher “Don’t worry.”

           “You want me to give you a ride?”

           “Nah, I live right across the creek,” which Tanner already knew.

           “Well, stop by anytime,” joked Tanner, and Henry laughed which made the situation a little easier.

           “I’ll try not to squish too much piss through your house on my way out.”

           “Yeah, not to worry,” smiled Tanner.

 

Once back in his yard, Henry peaked through the living room window and saw there was no one there. He was pretty sure his Dad was in his office. Before entering the house, he took off his shoes and carried them barefoot up to his room.
           “Hi Henry!” yelled his Mom from her bedroom.
           “Hi Mom!” he replied and went into the bathroom that only he used. He washed out his chucks and set them out to dry behind the shower curtain. Then he went into his room and sat on the bed, overwhelmed with the most insane experience of his life – the boy he’d had a crush on, his computer science teacher, their collaboration, and his own surrender to their intense and ingenious sexual manipulation.

 

 

School Bus Ride Three

 

           The next morning Henry feigned a migraine and stayed in bed until noon. His mother didn’t think twice about this because he was never inclined to want to skip school, and she even brought him lunch in case he was feeling better and got hungry.

           But the following morning he had to rouse himself and head for the bus, not knowing exactly what he was afraid of. What would he say to Dylan? Would Dylan treat him the same, or maybe he wouldn’t have any interest in Henry anymore after his successful sexual scheme was over.

           As the bus pulled up, Henry hoped he wouldn’t see Dylan’s blonde curls against the window, but alas, he was there. The door opened, Henry climbed the steps and proceeded down the aisle. As he approached Dylan’s usual seat, he dared to look up and saw that Dylan was keen to make eye contact. Dylan picked up his books from the seat, expecting Henry to sit down, and after a moment’s inner struggle, Henry did. He stared straight ahead and said nothing and there were some moments of silence before Dylan finally spoke up.

           “Dude, I was kinda worried yesterday when you weren’t on the bus and didn’t show up for school all day.”

           “I had a headache.”

           “That’s what you told your mom.”

           “Yes.”

           “Are you OK?”

           “I’m fine.”
           “Hmmm. You don’t seem exactly fine.”

           “Well, I had a huge crush on you, and you knew it. And you used that and were being so friendly with me and even asked me to help you in math and it was all for this twisted sex scheme, with a teacher no less.”

           “Oh man, OK, I admit I was playing with your feelings. I’m sorry if that’s a bad thing, like maybe I think I can see now. But it wasn’t just for me...I saw I had it in my power to do something really wild and mind blowing for you too…”
           “Are you gay, Dylan?”

           “No..”

           Henry rolled his eyes.

           “But I’m obviously at least bi, right?...And...right at this moment...it feels like have this big feeling for you. I feel like I love you right now.”

           Tears began to well in Henry’s eyes.

           “No dude!” said Dylan, worried they might start drawing attention to themselves, “you absolutely cannot cry right now…”

           Henry started to laugh instead. Relieved, Dylan smiled and slipped a few fingers inside Henry’s palm.

           “I really feel like I want to cry right now.”
           “OK. But don’t.”

         There was more silence and Dylan could tell Henry was trying to take deep breaths. He press his fingers a little harder into Henry’s palm.

           “Did you even need help with trig?”
           “No. I made that up. But your explanations were like a work of art. Dude, seriously, you have a talent for that. I would definitely say I understood it deeper from you.”
           “And what about Coach Tanner? How’d that come about?”

           “Oh, yeah. That’s obviously a long story. I can’t tell you that here. Wanna come over to my house tonight? We have an awesome backyard on the forest with a hot tub. I already told you my parents are cool.”

           “I’m meeting a college recruiter at 7:30.”
           “You can come after, and even spend the night, except I know your Dad is an issue.”

           “My Dad is out of town. I could probably do that actually. I’ll bring my bathing suit.”

           “Ha-ha. No bathing suits at our house.”

           “What was I thinking?” Henry smiled a bit easier.

           “Do you feel better?”
           “Yeah.”

           “Phew. Awesome.”

         And the bus pulled in the school driveway

 

 

Sleepover

 

           A full moon hung just over the horizon casting long dark shadows across the Stock’s backyard. Dylan’s guest cottage sat at the edge of the forest with a stone path up to the main house deck where steam rose from a bubbling hot tub.

           “Wow, that’s so cool you get that little house all to yourself. That’s just a crazy amount of privacy I can’t even imagine,” said Henry.

           “It was hard to convince my parents to let me stay in it after my brother went to college because they planned to make it into an Airbnb.”

         Henry felt a shiver even without a breeze.

         “It’s getting kind of cold out. Maybe we need to get in the hot tub?”

           “Yeah, for sure! It’s a 102F so it will feel kinda hot at first. Just dump your clothes on the deck.”

         They slithered into the hot water.

           “Woah, toasty,” said Henry. Dylan slid down and grabbed Henry’s fingers.

           “Hey Henry, again...I’m sorry about what went down at Coach Tanner’s house.”
           “Nah, It’s OK, you can stop worrying about that.”

           “Do you...mind if I ever think about that when I...jerk off?”

           Henry smiled. “You can.”

           “Cause that was the horniest thing ever…at least, in the moment it turned out way better than I ever imagined.”

           “Yeah, well, I already jerked off thinking about it, so no worries.” Then Henry paused momentarily.

         “So what’s the deal with Coach Tanner?”

           “Oh, yeah. It’s a long story. So, last summer...meaning between sophomore and junior years...he had me, Tom Keats and Jeff Ponder up to a cabin he owns on Imperial Lake. They both knew Coach Tanner better than me because they are a year ahead as you know. Tom gave me a ride up there, and just as we were getting close, he casually says, “Hey, did Tanner tell you this is a nudist weekend?” I laughed because he was obviously joking, right, but when we got into the cabin, Tanner was standing naked in the kitchen. He asks me if I want a hit off his joint, which surprisingly shocks me for the second time, but I tell him I brought my own, which I did. We all decide to get in his hot tub while we got high, and I’m thinking I may have seen my clothes for the last time that weekend. So we are just hanging out there and Jeff says, “Hey, check this out,” and he leans back and his boner pops out of the hot bubbles.”
           “Wait, Jeff Ponder? Seriously?”
           “I know, right?! Mr. Eagle Scout. We all just laugh naturally at his boner and I tried to act nonplussed…”
           “You were “nonplussed”? I’m not the only one who studied for the SAT,” Henry laughed.
           “Yes, and I’m probably smarter than you realize.”

           “No, I believe i!.”

           “So, I was trying to act...nonchalant, let’s say...but inside it freaked me out a bit. Then we went inside, everyone is a bit high, and Tanner turns on some pussy porn and passes out some Coca Colas. Before you know it we are all getting boned up. Then Tanner suggests I give Jeff a helping hand, which there’s NO WAY I’m doing that, right? And Jeff tells me it’s been forever since he had a blow job. I tell him he’s gonna have to wait a bit longer and to my surprise he leans down and starts sucking my cock. I was so fucking surprised! Well...maybe I wasn’t so surprised to think Jeff would be into guys...but I couldn’t believe that suddenly a dude was sucking my cock. I almost pushed him away, but it was feeling real good. Pretty soon I was getting ready to blow and he pulls off at just the right, or wrong, moment. I reach for my cock and he pulls my hand back. “I’m just gonna edge you man,” he says, and I say ‘What, the fuck is that?’ Tanner says that is a skill every young man should learn and he suggests to show me what it is. Tom goes into the bedroom and brings out some rope and they tell me to sit in a straight back chair. I tell them there’s no way I want to be tied up, but pot effects me differently than most people...I get more trusting than paranoid...and before I knew it, I was tied to the chair with my hands behind my back. Then Tom wrapped my dick and my balls so they stick out and then start bating me in front of the giant TV with fucking wild pussy porn playing. Then Tanner comes and stands in front of me and suggests I suck his dick and I say no way but then, maybe cause I’m so fucking horny by now, and maybe because I’m a tiny bit curious, I open my mouth a bit and he slides in, grabs my ears and starts to fuck my mouth. Tom and Jeff are yelling shit like “Fuck ya Dylan!” and bating my cock too, and then suddenly Tanner blows his load down my throat! He holds my head so I don’t try to spit it out but I come this close to puking and he backs off. Toms says something like “He was so close to spewing,” and he was right. I didn’t know it then, but later I found out that there was viagra in my Coke, so my boner was still wicked hard. They kept taking me to the edge of blowing my load, and backing off, for another hour and I was seriously way more horny than ever in my life. I never wanted to be able to touch my cock so much before. Coach called me a gooner at one point cause I accidentally started drooling. Then Tom sticks his dick in my face and asks me to help him out and I did. I braced for his load and tried to take it without gagging, and then of course Jeff wanted to unload too so I ended up taking three loads down my throat that night and I had never even touched a dude’s dick before. I was worried they’d leave me tied up, but Jeff started sucking my cock, and I just stared at the pussy porn and very soon I was ready to blow hoping they wouldn’t stop me again. Tanner then holds up a little brown bottle to my nose and tells me to sniff deep, which of course would be stupid for me to do because I didn’t know what was in the bottle and I had no reason to trust them, but I did it anyway. This surge of warmth comes over me, I’m like transported into the scene with the porn bitches, and I start having the most intense orgasm BY FAR in my life, ejaculating my sperm into Jeff’s mouth. The orgasm also lasted a really long time. I was shaking in the chair for maybe two minutes. Then they untied me and Tanner picks me up, I swear I’m not lying, and carries me back out to the hot tub where we all get in for the second time. I didn’t say anything for awhile, they were just mostly talking to each other, but finally I said something like, “I guess as long as I was watching pussy porn it wasn’t really gay.” They laughed and said fucking right and high fived me. And that’s what went down with Coach Tanner.”

           “That’s an incredible story,” said Henry. “And I think I see a pattern there. Every time you are not gonna do something you end up doing it anyway.”

           “Oh, fuck. Yeah.”

           “And I’m sorry, but there’s a bit of gay in there somewhere.”

           “Yeah, of course, I knew that too, but then I started to reason that maybe I was bi and that was OK. Both Tom and Jeff have girlfriends...though I suspect Jeff may one day come out as just gay.”

           “But what happened with you and Tanner after that?”
           “Well, lots of crazy kinky shit, It was like sadomasochism school. No other guys from school besides Tom and Jeff, but a couple dudes maybe ten years older and a couple of women too. One time he took me to a party, a married couples swinging party, in someone’s giant basement, and he had me fuck his ex-wife in front of everyone!”

           “Oh, I heard about her! She was a Playboy Bunny I think.”

           “Yes! She was hot! And I was two weeks shy of sixteen and I was fucking a Playboy Bunny in front of thirty people! I felt like a God. I started to have a way more open mind about sex, even more than I did growing up in this house.”
           “Wait a second...I just thought of something. That drone that’s been flying by my bedroom window...was that from Coach Tanner?” Dylan looked shocked like he’d just been caught red handed.

           “Um, yeah. And I confess he sent me a copy of a video of you jerking off, and I jerked off to it too”

           “What?!”
           “Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.”

           “That could get into the wrong hands so easily! It probably is in the wrong hands!”
           “Well, he’s kinda paranoid about getting caught at some of this so I don’t think so.”

           “He’s not nearly paranoid enough!”

           “Oh, man. Dude, I’m sorry. I’ve been a bad boy.” Dylan said earnestly. “I owe you tremendously.” Dylan leaned in and kissed Henry tenderly on the lips.

           “I feel like this is way over my head. You aren’t even gay. Your stories make me jealous. I’ve crushed on you for more than a year and I’m going to get my heart broken.”

           “Oh, no way Henry! I won’t do that!”

         Dylan kissed Henry more forcefully, his tongue inside Henry’s mouth.

         “I really feel strong for you. It feels like love maybe.”
           “Will you walk around the school, holding my hand?”

         Dylan’s smile lit up.

           “I will! All day holding your hand instead of you walking behind me! I’ll kiss you in the lunchroom! If people ask if we are dating, I’ll say yes! Even my macho bro friends...I won’t deny it! Honestly, Henry, I would be so fucking proud to be your boyfriend in front of the school.“

           Henry smiled.

           “We can’t do that though,” said Henry.
           “Yes we can! Why not?”

           “My Dad.”

           “Aw, fuck.”

They kissed again for a long time.

          

           “Dylan, this is hot.”
           “It is. A full fucking moon. You naked next to me.”
           “No, I mean, it’s hot in the hot tub. I think I’m gonna faint.”

           Dylan laughed.

         “Let’s go inside and get some drinks.”

         They got out of the water, dripping with steam in the cold night air, shivering even though they were hot.

           “We forgot towels!” said Henry.

           “Nah, that doesn’t matter,” and they slipped naked into the back door and stepped into the kitchen, making puddles on the floor.

           Suddenly, the overhead light in the kitchen flashed on and Dylan’s Mom appeared around the corner, carrying a laundry basket.

         “OOOHHH!” she screamed. “Oh Dylan! You scared the dickens out of me!”

         Henry moved to cover himself with his hands, but then realized that might be even more awkward.

           “Hahaha! Sorry Mom! Bad timing. This is my friend Henry.”

           Caroline Stock reached out her hand toward Henry.

         “Very nice to meet you, Henry.”

           “Nice meeting you as well, Mrs. Stock. I’m sorry we scared you,” he said, acutely aware that both he and Dylan were standing wet and completely naked with semi boners.
           “We just came inside to get some drinks.”
           “I put some cokes in refrigerator earlier today. They should be cold by now. And there is a new vape pen sitting next to the bread box.”
           “Thanks, Mom.”

           Henry was feeling embarrassed, thinking of something to say.

         “You have a nice hot tub, thanks for letting me use it.”

           “But of course! Any time Henry!”
           “Yeah, Mom, and thanks for the beautiful full moon so we didn’t have to sneak around in the dark.”
           “Ha! I put that out there in the sky so I could spy on you! I saw you boys kissing in the hot tub!”
           “Geez, Mom!”

           “I just never saw you with a boy before!”

           “Uh, yup, we’ll definitely be picking up those cokes and heading back outside.”
           “Nice meeting you Henry.”

           “The same Mrs. Stock.”

Dylan grabbed the vape and then a giant beach towel from the laundry room on the way out, wrapped both of them under it and guided Henry down the path to his cottage. Their clothes stayed abandoned on the deck.
           “Whoa, Dylan! This is amazing! Like something out of Architectural Digest!.”
           “Thanks man, it’s sweet! I’m so lucky, I know! Check out the bathroom”
           “Those tiles look like green glass. The shower is like a small room!...Hey, what’s this thing?”
           “That’s a shower attachment you can put up your butt to clean yourself out.”
           “You’re fucking kidding me!”
           “Nah, I’m totally serious. My brother did that.”

           Henry laughed. He poked his head into Dylan’s closet.

           “Whoa, no way…” Henry looked like he was counting something. “Dylan, dude, you have eighteen pairs of chucks.”

“Nineteen. There’re the ones on the deck too.”
“Oh, and what is this?”

He pulled a dirty wrestling onesie out of Dylan’s clothes hamper and gave it a sniff.

“Oh, that’s way horny!”
“You can put it on.”

“I’m too tall and skinny compared to you. But perhaps I will sometime. We can wrestle maybe.”

He looped an arm of the onesie around his boner and bounced it up and down, and then dropped it back in the hamper. Then they wandered back into the main room where a guitar was leaning against Dylan’s beside table.

 “Dylan? You play the guitar?”

“Yeah. The Spanish guitar. My parents like to play folk music but I think that’s kinda boring.”
“There is a style that is specifically Spanish?”

“Of course! It’s one of the oldest styles! I can play some if you want.”
“Heck ya, I want!”

           Dylan picked up the guitar.

         “This is called Asturias.”
         Dylan played for over five minutes, the entire song as far as Henry could tell, never stopping. It was haunting and passionate, played softly and more intensely in turn. He seemed completely immersed in the music, almost unaware of Henry’s presence.
           “Dylan, Christ, that was incredible! I’m speechless. How long have you been hiding this?”
           “I don’t hide it. I don’t know, I guess I just never think to play for other people.”

           Henry bent down and kissed Dylan long and deep, just as they had been doing all evening and just as he had imagined all the times he had followed Dylan in school. They fell on the bed and laid there for more than an hour, kissing and letting their hands roam up and down each other’s naked body, until they fell asleep until the following morning.

 

Out At School

 

           At lunch time the following day, Henry spotted Dylan talking with his jock friends, mostly football players and other wrestlers. He passed by with no intention of saying Hi, just to get something to eat.
           “Hey Henry! Come here!”

           Henry turned and walked over casually. He felt his face flush.

           “So, Henry, let me introduce you to some friends of mine. This is Eric and that’s Jon, they wrestle too. That’s Brett, he’s the quarterback, you probably know that already. And this is Cam. He runs track, and maybe you already know each other.”
           “Ya, I run fast, you run far,” said Cam to Henry.

           “Yup, we’re a bunch of jock bros,” Henry tried to joke. No one laughed, but they nodded in agreement like…that’s a true statement. 
           They continued their conversation as before, about Halloween parties and Homecoming “bitches”. Eric took some umbrage at the word “bitches” because he was dating Samantha Powers on the Court. Jon was saying something about driving a float with his Mustang in the Homecoming Parade. Suddenly, Henry felt Dylan take his hand.

           At first, everyone pretended not to notice, as painful as that was. Brett didn’t think it was a good idea to pull a float with a Mustang and suggested his Uncle’s 4 x 4. Dylan said something about being able to construct the float on his parent’s property, because finding a place for that had sometimes been a problem. Eric said something about there not even being a theme yet with just three weeks to go. Henry was dying inside, but extremely proud at the same time. Finally, Brett couldn’t take it anymore and looked at Dylan and said “Dude, you two are holding hands.”
           “We are! That’s why you are quarterback Brett. You notice those small details.”
           Everyone laughed a bit, trying to ease the tension.
           “I mean, it’s cool. But, it’s just…you have a reputation as the horniest womanizer in our class. You’re gonna lose your reputation.”
           “I gotta keep everyone on their toes. Especially everyone who likes to gossip cause I find that annoying.”

           “And Henry…he’s like the class genius.”

           “Thank You,” said Henry.

           “What are you implying Brett? That he shouldn’t date me because I’m an idiot?” Dylan smiled.

           “Nah, you’re not an idiot bro, I’m just surprised, that’s all. It’s cool.” With Brett’s sanction, everyone else seemed more at ease.

           The bell rang signaling fourth period and everyone dispersed but Dylan and Henry.

           “I’m sorry, are you pissed that I did that?” asked Dylan.

           “I’m not pissed, no, it’s just that I have my father, remember?”

           “Oh, fuck! I forgot about that! I’m so sorry!”

         “Don’t worry, I don’t think my Dad knows anyone to hear gossip like that from. But I’m not sure what to do about my Mom. She asks way more personal questions and she used to sell Avon products when I was little so she knows everyone in the neighborhood.”

 “Would she tell your Dad?”

           “Oh, no, for sure not! She works really hard not to rile him up. Don’t worry about it.”

         “Wanna sleep over again tonight?”

         “I do wanna. I’m not sure I can though. I have a calc test coming up and of course training after school.”

         “OK. I won’t plan on it. But you can surprise me if you want.”

           Henry smiled, glanced self-consciously to see who was around, dug his hand through Dylan’s hair and kissed him on the forehead.

 

Dirty Boys 

 

           At 9pm that night, Dylan heard a knock on his cottage door. Then the door popped open, and Henry stuck his head in.

           “Surprise! Is it safe to come in?”

           “Oh Hey!”

         Dylan got up from his desk, a big smile on his face.

         “I was just writing an essay like a good boy, super horny and trying not to go on Bateworld and rub one out.”

           Henry dropped a backpack, approached Dylan and kissed him.

           “I was exhausted from running, but I wanted to see you, so I told my Mom I wouldn’t be home again…I’m not sure what she thinks. I grabbed my stuff and then ran all the way here! I’m sweaty and I stink now.”

           “Oooo, ya, you smell hot,” and Dylan nestled his face in Henry’s rank pit.
           Henry laughed.

         “I’m hoping you’ll let me clean up in your awesome shower.”

           “Maybe if you kiss me first,” and they made out for nearly five minutes before Dylan stopped and said ”and if you let me take a shower with you cause I had a serious wrestling practice today and I’m also pretty rank.”
           Henry lifted Dylans arm, buried his head under it, said “Mmm. I did notice!” and took a big whiff. Then he stripped off his wet shirt, stepped out of his running shoes, and slid his shorts off over his boner. Dylan gave Henry’s dick an affectionate tug and stripped off his clothes off as well.

         “Let’s not waste time,” he said and took Henry’s hand to led him into the bathroom.

           “Hmmm. I…should…probably take a dump first. Not to be crude.”

           “Oh, you know I love crude!”

           “I do, yea, of course.”

           “Maybe you’re gonna let me watch you.”

           “Oh, seriously?... Um, I don’t care…” Henry put the toilet seat down.

           “Nah, there’s a better way,” said Dylan, and he put the toilet seat back up. “Stand up on the toilet rim, facing the wall, and squat down.”

         “Seriously? In my bare feet?”

         “Hey, I clean my toilet! Or, you wanna wear a pair of my chucks?”

           “Oh yeah, I bet you’d like that.”

         Dylan stepped around to the closet.

         “Pick whatever you want!”

           “I remember seeing you wearing the red high tops. Let’s do that.”

         He slipped them on.

         “Wow, are these a 9 ½? They fit great.”

           “They’re a nine. And they look fucking hot on you. A naked dude in his chucks are such a turn on.”

           Henry smiled and hit Dylan’s boner with his own.

         “OK, so here goes!”

         He climbed on the toilet rim facing the wall as instructed and squatted down.

         “Can you see my hole?”

           “Fuck yes! So sweet!”

           “How does it look? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.”

           “There’s like two thin strips of hair on either side running to your taint. Your hole is red on the outside and pink in the center. Fuck.”

           “That’s gotta be the most private thing on my body I ever showed anyone. And it’s about to get worse.”

           “Dude, my face is fucking red, I can feel it. I’ve never been this horny!”

         Dylan was slowly stroking his boned dick.

         “Do you usually have sloppy dumps or solid logs?”

         “Gee, um…logs maybe? OK, bro, here goes.”

         Henry grunted and his anus pushed out but not much more happened.

           “Your hole just swelled to twice the size when you did that.”

           “Attempt two, get ready…..ppppppppffffftttttttttttttt….hahaha”

           “Nice fart Henry!”

           “Thanks, Dylan!....phew, nasty!”

         Dylan leaned in and sniffed, which made Henry laugh.

           “Dude, you’re such a perv! Oh my God.”

           “Hey, I can see you’re hard as a rock!”

         “It’s turning me on that you think this is horny! You know I have to be a very, very, very good boy at home and I'm being a very, very, very bad boy right now.”

         “I’m doing my best to corrupt you in my home.”

           “I think you’re succeeding.”

         Henry bore down again.

         ”Oh, it’s right there, get ready.”

         Henry’s hole pushed out and a fat log appeared, pushing apart his anus lips.

         “Oh fuck dude! It’s crowning. It’s a solid turd.”

         “Whhaaaaaaa.” Henry gave another push and the shit log slid out and plopped into the toilet. Henry’s hole stayed open, a cavernous darkness where the turd had been. Then he stepped off the toilet. Dylan was bating madly.

           “Oh, broooo, so epic! FUCK! Oh, please let me fuck you right now!”

           “Sure, slide it in Dylan!”

         Henry leaned over, gripping the back of the toilet, and Dylan slid his cock easily up inside with a soft slurping sound. He fucked Henry slowly, in and out with a stoned expression of lust. Then he pulled out and looked down at his cock, covered in Henry’s brown slime.

         “Dude, check out my dick.”

         Henry turned and looked down at Dylan’s dirty cock, so swollen and ready to blow.

           “Wanna suck me off?” asked Dylan.

           “Um. Probably not. What I want is your cum load up inside me.”

         He turned around and Dylan gripped Henry hard and fucked with more intensity. Then he suddenly stopped, his cock buried to the hilt in Henry’s hole, and Henry felt Dylan shudder and his seed bursting out inside him. He hugged Henry from behind for a long time before he slid out.
           “Oh, dude, that was the best cum of my life,” Dylan was beaming a huge smile. Henry leaned over and they kissed.

           “And that had to be the dirtiest de-virgining in the history of the world, if that’s a word,” said Henry.
           “Oh, fuck! I didn’t even think of that! Ha ha!..Oh…Geez..that wasn’t too romantic, sorry. How do you feel? I slid up there no problem. Can you feel my cum?” Dylan smiled again.
           “I’m not sure what I feel up there honestly. It feels like my ass is completely open still.”
           “What’s fair is fair, you want to fuck me now?”

           “Heck, ya!”

Dylan climbed up on the toilet, barefoot, and squatted down as Henry did.

           “Wait, you’re gonna dump too?”

           “Yeah, I should bro. You wanna leave me alone for a sec?”

           “Nah. I’ll watch, I guess.”
         Dylan squatted again, exposing his ass crack full of reddish blonde curls. Then he grunted softly and a long soft spiral of shit slid out of his asshole, some of which clung to the red anus hairs before falling into a pile in the toilet water.

         “Ready to fuck now!”

           “Wow, that was fast! That shit was really…soft?”

           “Yeah, it’s what happens when you eat tons of organic veggies.”

         Dylan stepped on the toilet rim, but kept his back to Henry.

           “This is gonna be one messy fuck,” said Henry."There’s shit hanging from your butt hairs.”

           “I can wash out with the enema bulb in the shower.”

           “Nah, that’s OK, you have me kinda perving now for this shit fuck. Here I come.”

         Henry pressed his boner against Dylan’s dirty anus and it slid right in. Dylan grunted and leaned back as Henry started to pump in and out.

         “Fuck this feels amazing…fucking shit lube…oh, Fuck, Dylan.”

         Henry leaned forward and his arms reached around Dylan and gripped him close around his chest. Then he humped on Dylan’s ass like a dog in heat, grunting and leaving slobbery kisses on the back of his neck. “Fuck, Dylan, I wanna cum already…can I cum?”

         “Yeah, Henry, blow it! Spurt your jizz in me!”

         Henry squeezed Dylan tight and spewed pulse after pulse of sperm inside his ass. After he was finished, they remained still for a long time before Henry slowly backed out. Dylan turned and glanced down at the Henry’s dick, covered in semen and shit and ass juice. He smiled. “Dude that’s one dirty, slimy cock.”

           “Oh my God though, that was also crazy awesome lube. Easily the most amazing feeling I’ve ever had.”
           “I think I need to clean you up,” said Dylan and he knelt down in front of Henry.

           “Oh, no! Dude…my dick is covered in your shit slime!” and he gently took hold of Dylan’s arm to coax him up.

           “I mean, would it gross you out? I won’t do it if you will be grossed out.”

         “But, you wanna?”

           “I really wanna.”

           “Go for it then dude.”

         Henry grabbed Dylan’s thick curls and guided him toward his cock. Dylan’s tongue reached out and licked off a string of cum hanging from Henry’s boner and then his lips encircled the head and sucked. Henry shuddered.

         “Oh, careful, the end is so sensitive after I cum, you might make me piss.”

         Dylan smiled, but he stopped for a second before going all the way down, sucking on Henry’s shaft, the slime building up all over his lips which he licked off when he came back up. He repeated this over and over, Henry staring down at him in fascination. Finally, he backed off and stood up.
           “I just realized…maybe you’ll never kiss me again…” said Dylan, and Henry leaned in and gave him a full on kiss, sucking Dylan’s tongue into his mouth, letting Dylan suck his in, and even licking Dylan’s lips until they were clean. His fingers glided gently across Dylan’s back, making him shudder. Then Dylan took Henry’s hand and guided him into the shower, turning on the water full blast to hasten the hot water. “Should we use my brother’s enema bulb attachment to clean ourselves out?”

           “I’d rather keep your sperm…until I absorb it inside me,” said Henry.
           “Good thinking, me too.”

Then they scrubbed each other head to toe, foaming up a thick lather of shampoo, especially on Dylan, with multiple penis washings, and leaving not even a toe unclean. They took turns pissing on each other, laughing, tickling, and kissing. As the hot water began to run out, Dylan shut off the spigot and they stood embracing for a long while.

           “Shit, I forgot the towels,” said Dylan, and he scurried across the bathroom to grab a giant beach towel which they then shared at the same time.
           “Is it really midnight?” asked Henry, looking at a clock over the doorway.

           “Yah, we’ve been having too much fun.”
           “We should get to bed though. I hate getting up for school on no sleep.”

           They walked into the bedroom and Dylan pulled back the blankets.

           “Guess what! Clean sheets!” He smiled and they dove in, wrapping their arms around each other once again as they drifted off.

           “Hey, Henry?”

           “Ya?”

           “Do you think I’m a perv? Really, I mean?”

           “Ya.”

           “Is that OK?”

           “It’s really OK.”

 

Henry’s Mom

 

 Henry came through the side door of his house and threw his backpack on the kitchen table.

         “Is that you Henry?” called his mom from her bedroom.

         “Yup, it’s me ma. Did you get peanut butter?”

         “Yes!”

         Henry opened the refrigerator, grabbed an apple, the new peanut butter from the pantry, a knife and a plate.

         “Hi honey,” said his Mom, walking into the kitchen.

         “Hey Mom, when does Dad get back?”

         “Not until a week from Friday, why do you ask?”

         “No reason really.”

         Henry’s Mom sat down.

         “Mind if I talk to you while you eat your snack?”

         “Uh-oh. What’s wrong ma? Is this a proper Sit Down?”

         “Nothing’s wrong at all. I just want to say…when your father is not around…well, I’m wondering if maybe you are spending the night with some new girlfriend? You know I won’t care. It’s just that I’d like to know the truth. It’s the one thing I count on from my son because I don’t feel like I get much of the truth in the rest of my life.”

         Henry swallowed a bite of peanut butter covered apple.

         “No Ma, I don’t have a girlfriend. I haven’t been spending the night with a girl,” he said, his face flushing red, and his heart beating faster.

         “Where have you been going?”

         “To Dylan’s like I said.”

         “Somehow I can tell that’s not the whole story. You’re nervous about something.”

         Henry looked up at his Mom.

         “I haven’t been spending the night with a girlfriend. I’ve been spending the night with a boyfriend. Dylan.”

         “Oh!” said his Mom, clearly in shock. “Oh my. I was not expecting that! But of course….Henry…you know I love you absolutely, no matter what!”

         “I know Ma. I’m sorry, I know this must be a huge surprise. I’ve known this for a while, but I didn’t want to disappoint you. And Dad…you know he’d freak, and I just can’t take him like that. He just shuts me down.”

         “Oh, no. For sure your father can’t know this. At least until you go to college. Or longer.”

         “The thing is…I’m telling you this now because…well, because you know I want to tell you the truth…but also because Dylan and I are out at school, and I think maybe you could hear it from your friends. I don’t think Dad will hear though. He hardly has any friends…I can tell by the look on your face that you are pretty upset.”

         “No, it’s just…I think I had an idea of things in the future…like with a daughter-in-law and grandkids…and then now…that’s all just suddenly disappeared. But of course, it’s crazy to have expectations…”

         “Andrea might have kids, Mom,” Henry said, referring to his older sister.

         “Oh, she might. She so career minded right now it seems. I actually thought she might be gay, Henry, not you!”

         “Careers don’t have to stop babies, Mom. And also, two guys can still have kids. There are ways to do things now.”

         The doorbell rang.

         “I’ll get that, mom”

         Henry opened the front door to find Dylan there with his motorcycle parked out front.

         “Hey, wanna ride? I got a helmet for you!” He held up a shiny black helmet with silver and blue lightning strikes on the sides and handed it to Henry.

         “Oh, wow, that’s cool, thanks! Um, actually, though…I just came out to my Mom. Like right now!”

         “No way! Is she cool? Should I go?”

         “She’s pretty OK. She’s surprised. Maybe a little disappointed. Wanna meet her?”

         “Sure. If that’s OK?”

         Dylan stepped in and they headed to the kitchen.

         “Hey Mom, so this is Dylan. The guy I was just telling you about.”

         Dylan looked Henry’s Mom straight in the eye, smiled huge, and held out his hand.

         “Nice to meet you, Mrs. D!”

         “Nice to meet you too, Dylan. Wow, what a gorgeous head of hair!”

         “Aw! Thank you! That deserves a hug for sure,” and Dylan wrapped up Henry’s Mom in his arms. This made her smile and Henry felt a huge relief. As Dylan backed away, she unconsciously ran her fingers through his thick strawberry blonde curls.

         “Ruff!” said Dylan, doing a lame dog imitation.

         “Oh! I’m so sorry!” said Mrs. Decker

         “Don’t worry, Mom, people do that to him all the time.”

         “Nah, I like it Mrs. D! I get free pets!” and he kissed her on the forehead which made her smile.

         “Ma, is it cool if we come here for dinner tomorrow? Dylan’s parents have a giant organic garden and Dylan is a great cook.”

         “Oh! That would be great! I would love that! Thank you. You do the cooking at your house Dylan?”

         “Um. I think we all do really.”

         “Your Dad, too? What does he do for a living?”

         “My Dad writes an organic farming newsletter and advocates for marijuana legalization. My Mom is a hypno-therapist.”

         “His parents are genuine hippies, ma. They’re the real deal.”

         “What is a hypno-therapist exactly?”

         “She uses hypnosis to help people quit smoking and lose weight, stuff like that. She helps a lot of people.”

         “That sounds marvelous. Your parents don’t mind that Henry is spending the night with you there?”

         “Not at all! Henry is so considerate, they love him! I have a little house out back, just a big room and a bathroom, that’s kinda my apartment. You have to come see it!”

         “I would love to.”

         And Mrs. Decker was feeling a whole lot better already.

        

Three’s Company

 

           “Geez Henry, I can tell you are really bumming. C’mon, you came in second in the whole state! That’s so awesome!”

           Henry and Dylan were immersed in the hot tub in Dylan’s backyard, Dylan trying to console Henry for his “loss” in the state cross country finals.

           “You don’t understand. I’ve beaten Phil Ross six times in the last two years.”

           “Well, OK, I get it. I’ll stop trying to convince you that you’re awesome, even though you are. Want a toke?” Dylan offered Henry his vape pen.

           “Nah. I’d rather sulk and feel sorry for myself.” Henry smiled finally, and so did Dylan, and then Dylan kissed Henry on the forehead.

           “I got the best drone video from it too, and now it’s only gonna depress you to see it.”

           “Hey bro!”

           Dylan and Henry looked up to see Sam Hale coming through the gate to the backyard. He stopped when he saw that Dylan wasn’t alone.

           “Oh, dudes!” said Sam. “Is it cool?”

           “Hey, Sam! Yeah, c’mon back. Henry and I are just chillin in the hot tub.”

         Sam and Henry bro’d each other.

           “I got the other helmet from my brother for you. The red one with the lightning,” Sam said.

           “Wow, sweet!” Dylan stood up, steam coming off his naked body. He reached over and took the helmet from Sam and slipped it on his head. “How’s it look?”

           “It’s you bro,” said Sam.

           “You look sexy as fuck!” said Henry laughing.

           Dylan took it off and hopped back in the tub, setting the helmet to the side.

           “Jump in the hot tub bro!” said Dylan.

           “Naw, some other time. I’m meeting my aunt and uncle for dinner in a few hours and I can’t get these shorts wet.”

           “Haha, bro, you’re kidding, right? This is a naked only hot tub!”

           “Don’t make him nervous, Dylan,” said Henry.

           “No, it’s cool. I’m cool. But I really should get going.”

           “We got some weed, Sam,” said Dylan, waving the reefer pen temptingly.

           “Dude, where do you get all your weed?”

           “Right over there! My dad grows it! It’s the freshest weed ever.”

           “Oh man, you’re evil brother…I could use a little weed…alright. This is just between us though, right? I don’t want anyone at school thinking I’m gay. Not that you aren’t awesome gay role models.”

           “Dude, I’m bi. And don’t worry so much about what people think of you.”

           Sam dropped his clothes and jumped quickly into the steaming water.

           “Ahhh! This is hot! This isn’t gonna burn my balls off is it? Hand me that weed!” Sam took a long toke and handed it back to Dylan. “Wow, that’s really good.” Sam had a natural smile, super white teeth, green eyes, thick dark brown hair and freckles across the bridge of his nose. He had jumped into the water so fast that Henry couldn’t tell how endowed he was.

           “It better be, my Dad has a doctorate in botany AND he advocates for marijuana legalization.”

           “That’s his job? Why would that not surprise me?”

           “He doesn’t get paid to do that. It’s just his passion. He also advocates for psychedelics, mostly meaning mushrooms.”

           “Oh, wow, can I try that out sometime?”

           “For sure, it’s trippier than pot though. Probably not when you have to drive again soon.”

           “What does your mom do?”

           “She’s a hypnotherapist. She hypnotizes people and helps them with things like quitting smoking or losing weight.”

           Sam looked skeptical. He took another long drag on the reefer pen and held his breath.

           “Is that real though?” he said, blowing out the smoke. ”It seems kinda hocus pocus. I’m sure I could never be hypnotized.”

           “Of course you could,” said Dylan. “I could hypnotize you right here. I can even hypnotize myself!”

           “No, no way dude. You can try, but I’m not really the type to get into other mental states, or whatever you call it.”

           “Oh, yeah, I can. I can make you do pretty much anything I want to. You know, within the bounds of ethical things.”

           “I’m not sure I’d trust him Sam!,” said Henry, finally chiming in.

           “Nah, go ahead, give it a try!” said Sam taking another drag. His head was starting to swoon and he was so relaxed in the hot water.

           “You’re on,” said Dylan.

         He took off a gold chain from around his neck and held it up.

         “You need to be as relaxed as possible, so sit back and take a deep breath. You’re totally safe and relaxed with two cool friends, next to a beautiful garden, chilling on the 420. I’m going to rock this chain back and forth, keep your eye on the bottom link, that’s it, you’re so calm, you aren’t worried about anything.”

         Dylan spoke slowly with authority.

         ”You’re going to start taking deep breaths and as I count down from six you will slowly let it out. OK, deep breath, as much air as you can…six, five, four, three, two, one…good job…”

         Sam’s eyes kept glued to Dylan’s pendant.

         “OK, again, deep breath…now I’m going to count down from ten and as I do you will find yourself getting sleepier and sleepier…ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four...” Sam’s eyelids drooped. “..three…two…one…Soon, I will have you wake up. After I do this, when I say the word “red” you will get an uncontrollable urge to kiss Henry and you’ll feel no shame about this at all…”

           Henry’s eyes widened in surprise. He mouthed “what the fuck!” to Dylan.

         “Then we will go into my little cottage…on the floor you’ll see an old pair of my blue chucks…you will want these real bad and I will give them to you and you will wear them to school every day for the next three months.”

           Henry bit his lip, trying not to laugh.

         “…and when I say the word ‘green’ you’ll be overcome with the desire to see Henry and I fuck…and you’ll watch us, so proud of your beautiful monster penis boner and again, feeling no shame at all…and now I am going to count down from ten and you will slowly wake up. You won’t remember anything since Henry said not to trust me. Ten...nine…two…one...Wake up!”

           Dylan snapped his fingers and Sam opened his eyes.

           “Next time you come by I’ll give you some of my dad’s mushrooms and I’ll try to hypnotize you. Or you can just take the mushrooms. It can be a deeply spiritual experience.”

           Much to Henry’s astonishment, Sam said nothing about Dylan trying to hypnotize him.

           “Maybe Saturday evening?”

           “Yeah, that would be great. Come over around six and I’ll make some veggie burgers,” said Dylan. “And thanks again for this awesome helmet. It’s the most gorgeous red I ever saw.”

           “Is that one mine?” asked Henry.

           “If you want it, for sure. You can have the red or the black, it’s up to you.”

           “The red one matches your lips,” said Sam, looking at Henry.

           “It does!” agreed Dylan. “Henry has beautiful lips. He’s a good kisser too.”

           “Jesus, Dylan, you’re evil,” said Henry.

           “You are a good kisser though! Besides your lips, you aren’t afraid to use your tongue. You should kiss my boyfriend, Sam. You’ll see what I mean.”

           Henry rolled his eyes, but inside he was liking the idea of kissing Sam Hale.

           “I have no trouble kissing a dude,” said Sam. He scooted around in Henry’s direction, sidled up, took the back of Henry’s head in his hand and leaned in. Henry met Sam’s lips with his own. Sam’s tongue slid inside Henry’s mouth to explore, then Henry did the same to Sam. It was a wet kiss, just as Henry liked. After nearly a minute they took a breath.

           “Wow. That was amazing. I’m getting a woody here,” said Dylan.

           “You don’t get jealous watching someone kiss your boyfriend?” asked Sam.

           “No, that was hot! Is he a good kisser Henry?”

           “Heck ya! I’m definitely a bit swole. Most unexpected kiss I ever had.” Henry turned to Sam. “You never know what’s going to happen next around here.”

           “Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me at all. Reefer, hot tubs, sexploration. Pretty much what you’d expect at Dylan Stock’s house. So much freedom.”

           “I have a good idea what could happen next. Wanna see my bachelor pad?”

         Dylan nodded toward a cottage toward the back of the yard.

           “That’s…all yours? Apart from the house?”

           “Dylan is beyond spoiled,” said Henry. “You should meet his parents. They don’t care at all what’s going on back here.”

           “Let’s go,” said Dylan. The three of them rose up out of the steamy water, Dylan half erect and both Henry and Sam on the swollen side. They traipsed along the paving stones on the path to the cottage dripping wet. Inside, Dylan got a towel and they all dried off. Then Sam pointed to a pair of Dylan’s blue high-top chucks strewn cockeyed on the floor.

           “You’re like the Converse dude.”

           “He has twenty pair,” said Henry. “He has a fetish for them. An actual sexual fetish. He loves to fuck naked in his Chucks.”

           “Seriously? That’s so weird,” said Sam. “If I put these on, is it gonna increase my sex drive?”

           “It might! That light spot there is a massive cum stain.”

           Henry laughed at that. Sam bent down to try them on. When he was finished tying them, he stood up.

           “How does that look? Do I look sexy?”

           “So fucking sexy!” said Dylan, smiling.

           “You do look pretty good Sam,” agreed Henry.

           “Any chance I could have these? You know, since you have so many?” asked Sam.

           “They’re yours bro!”

           “Thanks, that’s awesome. Converse look better when they are kinda old.” Sam flexed, showing off his swimmer bod, then laughed. “Hey, can I use your bathroom? I gotta pee.”

           “Yeah, it’s right over there.”

           When he got back, Dylan had a new pair of green chucks on, and Henry was tying up a black pair Dylan had gifted him.

           “Uh, oh. What does this mean?” asked Sam.

           “I just got these green chucks in the mail today. I think they’re pretty cool.”

           “I told him that green would look great on a ginger dude,” said Henry.

           “And since, I like to fuck, I figure I should make my boyfriend happy. Once you head to your aunt’s we’ll be fucking for hours, I’m sure.”

           “Why wait ‘til I leave?” asked Sam. “I’ve always wondered how two guys fuck, I’m not gonna lie.”

           “Oh, you want us to put on a show for you? Henry, would you be cool letting Sam watch us fuck?”

           “Oh, I’d be down for that for sure. He can even tell his friends how he watched me get plowed,” said Henry.

           “Feel free to stroke your boner, Sam. It’s encouraging to me.” Dylan smiled huge. “First thing, is you need to do when you fuck an asshole is make sure it’s nice and wet.”

         Dylan knelt down and Henry bent over and spread his ass cheeks wide.

         “Check out Henry’s amazing anus. So pink with a line of hair framing it on both sides. Not so unlike a cunt really. Then just lean in and give it a good wash.”

         Dylan buried his face in Henry’s ass, making Henry moan. Sam stared, transfixed, stroking his cock, and when Dylan came up for a breath, Henry’s hole was dripping in Dylan’s spit.

           “Ever eat out an asshole, Sam?” asked Dylan.

           “I thought about it, but I was too afraid to ask. High school girls would be creeped out by that I think.”

           “Henry loves it!” said Dylan.

           “So does Dylan!” said Henry.

           “Try my boyfriend’s asshole Sam!” Dylan offered.

           “Nah, I don’t think so.”

           “You sure? Okay then…” Then Dylan went in for more.

           “Fuck it. Why not?” Sam interrupted. “I’ll give it a go.”

           Dylan backed off and Sam knelt in front of Henry’s hole. Henry made it wink and then Sam leaned in and penetrated his anus lips with his tongue. It smelled a bit rank and tasted of Dylan’s spit. Henry moaned and stroked his boner while Sam devoured his ass. This went on for some minutes until Henry’s scent covered Sam’s face completely.

           “Okay, that’s enough! I need to fuck!” said Dylan, and nudged Sam aside. “Push your hole out Henry. Give me a little fart.”

           “Pppfffttt.”

           “Fucking wild,” said Sam.

           Dylan pushed his cock against Henry’s hole, and it popped through and slid in. He started to buck and stood slightly back so Sam could glimpse his cock appearing and disappearing inside Henry; he loved being watched. For his part, Henry stroked himself as Dylan pumped, grunting involuntarily.

           “I’m ready to blow!....Uggghhhh.” Dylan leaned over and hugged Henry’s waist as his cock squirted sperm deep inside him.

           “Whoa, fuck!” said Sam.

           Dylan rose, slid out, and spoke to Henry.

           “Hey Henry, what do you think about Sam breeding you?”

           “As long as he’s clean, then fuck ya!”

           “Wanna fuck my boyfriend, Sam?”

           “Damn. This is just between us, right?”

           “No one will ever know,” assured Dylan.

           Sam stepped up, spit on his cock and pressed it against Henry’s asshole. Henry pushed his hole out and Sam disappeared inside. Henry gripped him as best he could after Dylan had stretched him out.

           “Fuck, so warm and wet.”

           “He’s well lubed bro. With my sperm!”

           Sam gripped Henry’s waist and started fucking like a dog. He was fucking a dude, the nicest, smartest, most upstanding young man in their class, up his rank used hole. As his boyfriend watched! Horniest fuck of his short life so far.

           Henry bated furiously on his cock, Sam’s cock hitting his prostate just right.

           “I’m about to cum!” warned Henry.

           “Whoa, stop a sec, Henry!” Dylan stepped in and gently guided Sam to back away slightly. “Sam, check this out. Watch Henry’s asshole around your cock when he comes. Don’t fuck, just keep your dick about halfway in like that… Ok, Henry, blow your load!”

           Henry continued stroking and in no time, he was ready to shoot.
          “Oh, FUCK, I’m gonna blow!” yelled Henry. His anus clenched down hard around Sam’s cock making him murmur “woah, fuck”. Cum started spurting out of Henry’s cock onto the rug next to Dylan’s bed and his anus and taint convulsed.

           “OK, Sam, fuck him now!” directed Dylan.

           Sam resumed his thrusting into Henry’s ass. Anal juice, composed in part from Dylan’s cum, dripped down on Henry’s balls and then onto the floor.

           “I’m gonna cum, like right now!” said Sam and he leaned over and hugged Henry tight around the waist and shot spurt after spurt of his sperm up Henry’s ass, coating him inside with yet more jizz. Sam’s hips bucked and thrusted until he had no more cum left to give and his orgasm settled down. He stayed quiet for a minute while he caught his breath, and then he pulled out of Henry’s messy hole.

           “Wow, fuck. I just fucked Henry Decker in the ass,” he said, half disbelieving. He clasped his hands together on top of his head and a string of cum hung off the end of his cock.

           “Exceptional fucking too, Sam!” said Dylan.

           “Thanks for your sperm deposit,” said Henry, standing up.

           “That was wild…in a good way, I think” Sam stated, sounding disoriented. “What time is it?”

           “It’s 7:25. You need to get going?” Dylan handed Sam the damp towel they had used to dry off and Sam wiped his crotch clean.

           “Oh, hell yeah, I do…. wait, fuck…where are my clothes?!” said Sam confused, prompting both Dylan and Henry to laugh.

           “Out at the hot tub…Hey are you OK to drive?”

           “Oh yeah, I’ll be OK.” Sam dropped the towel and headed to the door. “I’ll see you guys in school tomorrow.” He waved bye and slipped outside.

           Henry and Dylan stared at each other.

           “Wow, that was so much fun!” said Dylan.

           “I didn’t know you could hypnotize people,” said Henry. “Did you hypnotize me?” he mocked accusingly, with a big smile.

           “Huh” was all Dylan could answer, as if to say, neither did I.

           “Ever since we started hanging out…I’ve become so fucking horny, like addicted to my fucking penis. All I can think about is super pervy stuff all the time. Look my dick won’t even go down!”

           Dylan didn’t reply. Instead, he pulled Henry onto his bed and cuddled him in his arms.

 

 

The next day at school, Dylan was putting his psychology book into his locker when he was approached by Sam Hale. “Hey Dylan.”

           “Oh, hey Sam, how’s it goin?”

           “Goin good. Crazy times. I had so much fun at your house yesterday. And thanks for these chucks, I really like ‘em. I’ll probably be wearing these every day for at least the next three months,” said Sam, smiling.

           “They look cool,” replied Dylan, unsure if he was reading Sam correctly.

           “And it’s weird, like this morning I was listening to the news and there was some story about how this guy had robbed a Seven Eleven and that he had fled the scene in a red Honda….and suddenly, I got this overwhelming desire to kiss Henry, though, unfortunately…he wasn’t around.”

           “I didn’t hypnotize you after all,” said Dylan, cutting to the bottom line.

           “Hahaha! Nah, bro. That was so lame.”

           “So then, you wanted to do all that.”

           “Well, a couple weeks ago I was hangin with my water polo friends..you know, Brent, Tim, and Miguel, and Brent and Miguel got to dissing you and Henry, not bad, just like, you know, I can’t believe those two “went gay.” And then Miguel says something like ‘at least they are probably fucking as much as they want,’ and I could tell we were all thinking the same thing. So, I decided to find out.”

           “And they were right.”

           “Yes! One thing that surprised me though, to be perfectly honest, just between you and me, was that I wasn’t expecting to have such a good time myself. So…I knew I might be a little bi, right, under the right circumstances. But now I’m thinking I might be full on bi. Like you.”

           “Awesome. Liberation. It’s what the Stock family does best.”

           “What are you guys doin’ on Saturday? Maybe I can bring some burgers over to barbeque? And you could maybe supply the magic ‘shrooms?”

           “Ah-ha, ulterior motives! I’ll check with Henry, but I’m sure it’s cool.”

 

          

The Corruption of Tim Simpson

 

           Dylan snuggled Henry, hoping to gently wake him up. He had already been up for a couple of hours, but it was Saturday, and Henry loved to sleep in.

           “Hey, babe,” said Dylan.

           “Mornin’” replied Henry. “What time is it?”

           “After eleven. I’m wondering if I should still tell Sam to come over this afternoon?”

           “Yeah, it’s cool. I have a chemistry test on Monday, but I can study on Sunday.”

           “Cool. I’ll text him.”

 

DYLAN: Yo Sam, you still wanna come over for burgers and ‘shrooms this afternoon?

 

SAM: Hey! Yeah, I think! I’m with Tim and Jenks. We went to my uncle’s lake house last night.

 

           “Shit! Sam’s with Tim and Jenks,” said Dylan to Henry. “No ‘shrooms or fucking with Tim around!”

           “Jenks is cool,” said Henry. “He’s the most laid-back dude ever. I’m sure he’d be down for mushrooms, but I don’t know about fucking. We train together a lot, and he doesn’t seem homophobic at all. I’m not sure about Tim, though. He’s super conservative.”

           “That’s what I mean. Fuck.”

 

DYLAN: Are they coming? Um, wouldn’t Tim put a kibosh on the…festivities?

 

SAM: I’ll talk to them

 

DYLAN: Tim’s father an evangelical minister.

 

DYLAN: And it’s nudist day here at the Stock house!

 

SAM:  LOL. We’re talking.

 

SAM:  OK. Tim isn’t down for “drugs” and nudism, but he doesn’t care what we do.

 

DYLAN: Are you sure? What about Jenks?

 

SAM: Jenks is definitely down for mushrooms. See you around four. We’ll bring burgers.

 

           “Well, I think they are coming. Sam says Tim isn’t down for “drugs,” of course, or nudism, ha-ha, but he doesn’t care what we do.”

           “Don’t worry, Dylan, we’ll have fun. Let Tim worry about Tim.”

           Dylan jumped back in bed and resumed snuggling Henry.

           “You have a crush on Tim, don’t you? I noticed that before,” said Dylan.

           “Maybe a little, second after you.” Henry smiled.

           “Tim has a huge dick.”

           “Seriously?! How do you know that?!” asked Henry.

           “He was in my gym class last semester.”

           “Are you jealous?”

           “Jealous?! Hahaha! Aw, that’s so sweet you said that.” Dylan snuggled Henry closer. “Actually. I was thinking how hot it would be to see you suck his cock!”

           “Oh, well, for sure that’s not happening! But you can fantasize about it if you want.”

           “I just had a super evil thought,” said Dylan.

           “What’s that?”

           “What if I put Viagra in the lemonade?”

           “Nah Dylan, that’s completely unethical. You can’t give someone a drug without their knowing it.”

           “Ok, ok, I know.”

           “But you should totally do it!”

 

           Dylan was setting up the barbeque and Henry was scooping out some stray leaves from the hot tub when Sam texted that they had arrived at the front door. They were both naked except for their chucks, because the sun was out, and the cement was blazing hot. They went upstairs to meet their guests.

           “Hey dudes! C’mon in!” Dylan greeted.

           Sam, Jenks and Tim all stepped inside and there was a round of fist bumps, “heys” and “bros.”

           “Fuck, you weren’t kidding about the naked party I guess,” said Sam, beginning to throw his clothes on Dylan’s couch.

           “Why are you all barefoot already?” Dylan asked.

           “We took our shoes off because they were filthy,” answered Sam. “We walked through a bunch of mud at my uncle’s cabin, and we didn’t want to drag it through your house.”

           Jenks threw his shirt on the couch as well, then dropped his shorts and kicked them to the side.

           “Not to be an asshole, but I’m gonna keep my clothes on if you don’t mind.”

           “No worries, Tim!” said Dylan, fist bumping his friend. “You do whatever you want. Everyone’s free in my house.”

           “Where are your parents?” asked Jenks.

           “They’re visiting my sister. They won’t be home until Tuesday.” And with that, they proceeded to the backyard.

 

           “Fuck, this cement is HOT!” said Jenks, jumping to the shade of a hedge that lined the patio. Sam followed Jenks, but Tim tried to brave it, then ended up running to the shade of the wisteria hanging over the hot tub.

           “Oh, shit, yeah, that’s why we have our sneakers on. Everybody come to my little cottage back there. I have a million sneakers.”

           They all hopped across the stone path leading to Dylan’s abode.

           “This little house is all yours?” asked Tim. “That’s super cool!”

           “My Dad and my older brother built it,” explained Dylan, ushering them inside. “Everybody come into my closet.”
           “I thought you’re out of the closet,” joked Tim.

           “Ha-ha,” said Dylan, relieved to hear Tim cracking a joke.

           “Dude! What the fuck! So many chucks!” said Jenks.

           “He has twenty pair,” Henry added.

           “Twenty-one with these new green ones I just got!”

           “I’ll take the red ones,” called Sam.

           “What size are these?” Jenks asked.

           “Nine and a half”

           “Oh, that works,” said Jenks “and he grabbed the classic cream chucks.”

           “These won’t fit me, I wear a twelve,” said Tim.

           “Oh, my older brother wears a twelve.” Dylan got a stool to reach for a box on the top shelf.

           “They’re pink though Tim,” teased Henry.

           “No they’re not!” said Dylan laughing. “They’re yellow.”

         He threw them down to Tim.

           “Everyone acts like I’m so uptight,” said Tim as they filed back into the main room to don their “new” chucks.

           “Well, you are kinda,” said Jenks.

           “You’re the only one with his clothes on,” added Sam.

           “OK, fuck it, I do feel ridiculous being the only one with clothes around a bunch of naked dudes,” he said, throwing off his clothes and tossing them over Dylan’s desk chair. “Just don’t go spreading gossip about this at school, OK?”

           “Oh, fuck yeah on that!” agreed Dylan. “What happens at the Stock house, stays at the Stock house!!”

           “Let’s go make burgers!” proposed Henry. “I’m hungry.”

           The five naked but chuck clad teenagers traipsed back outside and began to get the food ready.

 

 

           “Hey dude,” said Jenks to Dylan. “Um, do you have your special vape pen around? I was wondering about getting in on some of that.”

           “Oh, hell ya, I’ll go get it.”

           The boys sat around a picnic table on the patio, burgers plated, as the shadows from the late afternoon sun grew longer. Henry came out of the house with a big bowl of potato salad he made from his Mom’s recipe and Dylan arrived momentarily with both the vape pen and his own special lemonade.
           “Is that lemonade?” asked Tim. “I could use some of that, I’m dying of thirst.”

           “Yeah, go for it! I made a lot!”

           They all drank up, dug into their burgers, and passed the pitcher around for seconds on the lemonade.

           “I wouldn’t mind a beer,” said Jenks.

           “Aw, sorry man, my parents never drink beer, and they don’t think to buy it. They make their own dandelion wine, but I’m pretty sure you’d think it’s vile. But have a toke on the vape!”

           Dylan inhaled on the vape and passed it to Jenks who took two deep puffs before passing onto Sam and then to Henry who each took one long hit. Henry then offered it to Tim.

           “Nah, I don’t want any weed,” said Tim to no one’s surprise.

           Henry didn’t try to encourage him and simply moved to pass it back to Dylan.

           “You know what? What the hell. I should probably know what weed is like at least. Now’s as good a time as any,” said Tim.

           “Sure, go for it, encouraged Dylan.

           Tim took a small hit and handed it back to Dylan who didn’t accept it.

           “Ha-ha, that’s funny Tim. You didn’t really inhale it. It has to actually go in your lungs. Try again and hold it in your lungs. You’ll know you did it when you actually cough. It’s a little irritating the first time.”

           Tim sucked on the vape, breathed it in deep and held it for four seconds, and then exhaled with a few sharp coughs.

           “That’s more like it,” said Dylan. And they then passed it around the table two more times, as they ate.

           “Fuck, I feel so mellow,” said Jenks after a few minutes.

           “This stuff is the best. My Dad grows it right over there,” explained Dylan pointing to some marijuana plants in the corner of the garden. “You’d never find this good quality on the streets.”

           “Fuck, I love all you guys, you know?” said Tim. “I’m so lucky you’re all my friends.”

           To this, there was silence all around, until Sam burst out laughing, which was contagious, and pretty soon they were all laughing so hard they were having difficulty breathing. Tim even had a few tears running down his face. He realized how funny that was so say, even though he meant it.

           “I love you too, brother,” replied Dylan, with his hand over his heart, and then they all started laughed again.

           “Dang, OK, calm,” Dylan said, trying to get a grip. “Now for desert…the mushrooms!”

           “Hell, yeah,” said Jenks, a bit slowly.

           “OK, here’s the thing about mushrooms,” said Dylan. “They can give you a bad trip if you aren’t in the right frame of mind. If you feel bad or disturbed, it will make you more disturbed and you might imagine you’re seeing bad things. But if you feel good, or loving like Tim here, you’ll see beautiful things and your consciousness expands like you are one with the Universe.”
           “I feel amazing right now,” said Sam.

           Dylan passed small pieces of dried mushrooms all around. Tim hesitated to take it before changing his mind again. He gave Jenks an extra big piece. Dylan didn’t take any.

           “Aren’t you having any Dylan?” asked Henry.

           “Nah, babe, I think I should take care of my guests. I was raised right!” He stood up and filled everyone’s cup with more lemonade and they all downed the ‘shrooms. “So everybody just chill, and if you start to feel trippy just relax and go with it.”
           “Can we go in the hot tub Dylan?” asked Henry.

           “Yeah, for sure, let me go get a bunch of towels.”

           A few minutes later Dylan came back out of the house, and they all walked over to the hot tub, Jenks nearly tripping on a paving stone. Then they all took off their chucks and dipped their toes in the water to check the temperature.

           “Dude! This is HOT!” said Tim with a worried expression. “We’re gonna cook in here!”

           “No, no, you’ll be fine Tim. I’m gonna take care of you. Remember to think positive so you don’t have a bad trip.”

           Tim slipped into the water slowly, as did the rest, and they all sat around and relaxed as the bubbles from the jets gurgled all around them.

           “Dylan, the flowers in the garden are so fucking colorful. Is that real? I never noticed that before,” said Henry.

           “They look awesome with the late sun shining on them like that, it’s true. But probably the mushrooms are making them even more vibrant.”

           “You know what I’m thinking?” asked Sam staring up at the sky. “I’m thinking I’d like to fly up and sit on that cloud up there and just chill, and then it’s gonna take me all around the world, even to Paris.”

           “Amazing idea Sam!” said Dylan smiling.

         “Fuck dude, what the hell!” exclaimed Jenks suddenly. “I think I’m getting a boner.”

         He stood up and indeed his cock was sticking straight out.

           “That can happen in the hot tub dude, especially with the ‘shrooms,” Dylan said casually.

           Henry rolled his eyes at Dylan, wondering how much Viagra they all had consumed.

           “Is that a real thing?” asked Sam? “I’m kinda swelled too and that never happened to me in a hot tub before.”

           “Maybe it’s from being outside naked?” said Tim, also getting a bit chubbed, and that seemed to make some sense to Sam and Jenks.

           After about ten minutes of stoned small talk, Dylan could see that everyone was reaching their hot tub limit.

           “I’m thinking we’ve reached our max here. I don’t want anyone fainting.”

           “I have to take a piss I think,” said Tim.

           “Yeah, let’s go back in my place,” said Dylan.

            They all got out and started drying off. Dylan put his chucks back on and everyone else just followed his lead, not knowing why. As they traipsed back into the cottage, Tim headed for the bathroom, Sam fell into a bean bag chair, Jenks sprawled at the foot of the bed and Henry laid in the bed in the place where he slept. Dylan motioned for Henry to scoot over, and he laid next to him. It wasn’t for about five minutes that Tim came back out of the bathroom.

           “I had a hard time takin a piss cause my dick is boned,” he said. “I think I pissed on the floor too. Fuck, I’m kinda dizzy.”

         “Yeah, bro, you need to just chill. Come over here to the other side of the bed and just lie down.”

         Dylan helped him navigate around the bed; a bit surprised how stoned Tim was. He also manipulated him to be lying naked next to his naked boyfriend, something he knew Henry would appreciate a lot. Then he split up the rest of the special lemonade and passed the cups around which everyone downed.

           “Damn. My dick looks fucking huge!” said Tim, holding his hard cock pointed up toward the ceiling. “I think it’s growing abnormally gigantic! This isn’t right.”

           “Naw, Tim, you have a really big dick for sure, but there’s nothing wrong. It’s just the mushrooms, don’t worry.”

           “I look like I have a fuckin elephant dick,” said Jenks. He started laughing, which was contagious, and soon everyone was hysterical again.

           “My dick is bigger than yours Jenks,” said Sam. “Stand up.” They both stood to compare, but they couldn’t agree whose was bigger, so Dylan had to judge.

           “Jenks is a little longer, but Sam you have some good girth.” They high fived and Sam collapsed back into the bean bag chair.

           “You should let Henry blow you Tim,” Sam suggested knowing from personal experience how talented Henry was.

           “That’d be pretty gay, bro,” said Tim.

           “You don’t have to be gay to enjoy a blowjob from a guy,” Sam replied.

           “Thanks for lookin’ out for me Sam, but I can speak for myself,” added Henry.

           “I never had a blow job yet,” said Jenks, his hand squeezing his boner unconsciously.

           “Aw, that ain’t right Jenks,” said Sam. “I could fix that.”

           Jenks said nothing so Sam got up, knelt before him, and took his cock in his mouth. Jenks groaned softly, laid back, spread his legs, and let Sam go to work.

           “If you, uh, need some help with that Tim, I’d volunteer,” Henry whispered to Tim.

           “Nah, dude, it just seems gay.”

           “He’s got some mad blow job skills Tim,” encouraged Dylan, stroking himself.

           “Fuck, he’s your boyfriend anyway,” reasoned Tim.

           “I don’t care,” said Dylan.

           “That would ruin my reputation.”

           “No one here is gonna tell a sole Tim,” said Henry, anxious that he might actually get the chance to suck Tim Simpson’s dick.

           Tim was quiet for a minute, then he gently rolled toward Henry and aimed his hard cock at Henry’s face. Henry took the cue and swallowed Tim’s thick uncut dong, then, getting a rhythm, pumped up and down, covering it in spit. Tim groaned “fuuuck” and covered his face with his hands, his hips squirming in pleasure. Henry got a salty squirt of precum, then held Tim’s boner steady and explored under his foreskin with his tongue.    

         “Hey Tim, take a whiff of this,” said Dylan, offering up a little brown bottle.

           “What the fuck, is that like meth or something?”

           “Hahaha! No dude, it’s just poppers. It’s totally safe. It’s just for a rush. It only lasts like thirty seconds.”

           Tim took a tentative sniff.

           “That smells like glue or some…. Oh, wow, that’s…so…wild…”

           Dylan held the bottle up and Tim took a deeper hit this time.

           “I feel like I’m in some crazy dream.”

           Tim relaxed, put his hands through Henry’s hair and pressed his head into his crotch. Then he began to fuck.

           “Nice bro. Fuck Henry’s face. He loves it.”

           Dylan continued to hold the poppers for Tim, and after a few minutes Tim’s eyes were glazed and even a drop of saliva looked ready to fall over his lip.

           “Henry, I’m gonna cum dude!” Tim warned, expecting Henry to back off. “No, really, any second!”

           “Blow your sperm right in his mouth, Tim!” said Dylan, getting riled up himself. “Take one last deep hit of this!”

           Tim inhaled hard on the bottle, pushed his cock hard into Henry’s face, and started to blow. Henry felt the thick warm sperm squirting as it filled up his mouth. He savored the cum before he finally swallowed, and then continued to suck as he stroked himself to the edge as well and then squirted his own load across Tim’s leg, moaning with a mouthful of cock. Tim slumped back against the pillow and Henry fell to his side.

           A few feet away Sam and Jenks were still going at it.

           “Oh bro, bro,” Jenks moaned as Sam continued to go down on him.

           “Hey Sam, let me in on some of that,” said Dylan, now horny as fuck.

           Sam offered up Jenk’s slobbery cock and Dylan went to town, adding his own spit, and rubbing his tongue under the head just right.

           “Oh fuck, I’m gettin’ close!”

           Sam tried to nudge Dylan aside, but Dylan kept the boner to himself and continued to suck. Then Jenks grabbed Dylan’s curls, moaned deeply, and began to ejaculate. Dylan’s lips kept tight around the twitching cock, making sure he didn’t lose a drop.

           “Geez Dylan, you stole my cum load!” said Sam. “I worked for that.”

           Dylan smiled and then turned to kiss Sam and spit the mouthful of Jenk’s sperm onto Sam’s tongue. They kissed for a long time exchanging the semen back and forth. Jenks stared at them like he was surely hallucinating.

           “Hey Jenks, wanna facial?” asked Dylan.

           “Let me go first,” said Sam.

           Jenks looked up at Sam, his friend, who seemed to be towering like a giant above him.

           “Is this really happening?” Jenks asked.

           Dylan and Sam laughed.

           “It’s happening,” Sam assured him, and hit Jenks in the face with his cock.

           “I’m gonna blow all over you bro,” Sam warned.

           “Make sure you don’t hit his eyes,” advised Dylan.

           “Get ready, Jenks!”

           Jenks stared up in a daze, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

           “Whoa, he wants a taste!” said Dylan.

           Sam shook and loops of his sperm shot out across Jenk’s face. The first hit his nose and across his cheek, the second landed in his ear and hair, the third finally hit his tongue, the fourth his upper lip and up his nose, and as the rest dribbled out, Sam smeared it over his lips.

           Then Dylan stepped up and straddled Jenk’s face. Suddenly Jenks was staring straight up at Dylan’s asshole, pink and twitching, and surrounded by ginger pubes.

           “Lick my anus, Jenks,” said Dylan, not sure if he’d follow his instructions, but Jenks looked at the asshole and rose up to lick.

           “Oh fuck ya!” yelled Dylan, and he lowered himself down so that his anus lips were right on Jenk’s mouth. “Eat my fucking asshole.”

           “Fucking wild!” said Sam.

           Jenks smeared his tongue on Dylan’s rank hole.

           “Stick your tongue inside dude and leave it until I cum!”

           Jenks’s tongue pushed against Dylan’s anus lips and then slipped inside. Suddenly, Dylan’s hole began to convulse around his tongue.

           “Oh, fuck, fuck fuck!” Dylan yelled and his sperm squirted across Jenk’s chest.

           When Dylan finished, he took a few deep breaths, smiled at Sam, and they both high fived. Then Dylan lifted himself off Jenks’s face and reached under his bed for a crusty cum rag that was an old wrestling jock. He smeared it across Jenks’s chest to soak up some of the cum, but not all, and then wiped it on his nose and lips to clean up some of Sam’s sperm. Then Sam collapsed back onto the bean bag chair and Dylan lowered the blinds on the window, turned off the light, and hopped back into his bed. As he nodded off to sleep it seemed to him that Henry and Tim were almost cuddling.

 

           When Dylan woke up, it was dark and the clock said 2:23 AM. Tim was gone, but Sam and Jenks were sound asleep and hadn’t moved. He went to the bathroom, had a long piss, and as he came back into the room his saw a note jammed into the door to the patio. He took the paper, written on one side with Henry’s calculus practice problems, and read: “I called an Uber. I have to take my grandma to church in the morning. Hopefully Jesus forgives my sins. Crazy times. I guess I’m stealing these chucks, my shoes are in Sam’s truck.” Dylan smiled at what Tim had crossed out. Then he went back in bed and snuggled up to Henry, who woke and opened one eye.

         “No need to wake up, babe,” said Dylan, and Henry fell right back to sleep.

 

           At 8 AM Dylan awoke to Henry pinching his big toe.

           “Good morning, Dylan, I beat you up this morning. We went to bed so early.” said Henry.

           “Good morning,” said Dylan looking around. “Where is everybody?”

           “Sam is drinking coffee on the patio and scrolling on his phone. Jenks is in the shower, and I don’t know about Tim.”

           “Oh, Tim went home in the middle of the night. He left a note, it’s over on the table by the door. He seems OK I think.”

           “I hope so.”

           “You actually got to suck the cock of your other crush.”

           “Oh, are you jealous?” asked Henry.

           “Yeah, of his cock! Holy fuck, what an amazing cock.”

           “It is for sure!”

           “And guess what else,” said Dylan. “I had all three video cams going!”

           “No way!”

           “Way!”

           “Damn, I owe you Dylan,” and Henry kissed Dylan long on the lips.

           “You know I’d do anything for you babe.”

           Just then, Jenks came out of the bathroom, naked and still drying off with the towel.

           “Mornin’ Jenks,” said Dylan.

           “Good morning.”

           “Are you, uh, freakin’ out or anything? You remember everything?”

           “Nah, I’m not freakin’ out, and ya, I think I remember everything. Sam sucked me off, and I think you too. Then Sam blew his jizz all over my face, with which my hair was stuck together this morning, and then….fuck, I’m too embarrassed to say.”

           “You stuck your tongue up my asshole.”

         “Yeah, that. How come no girls are freaky like that? And us guys are pigs.”

           “I think girls get wilder in college, Jenks. You’ll see.”

           “I hope so. I need to get going though. Is Sam ready?”

           “Yeah, he’s waiting for you outside,” said Henry. “And there’s coffee in the kitchen. Just take the cup with you.”

           Jenks left, leaving Henry and Dylan alone.

           “I’m gonna text Tim, see if he’s OK.”

 

DYLAN:  You OK bro?

TIM:  I’m fine, I found Henry’s dried up cum on my leg this morning. Then I had to get dressed for church. Hard to wrap my brain around that.

DYLAN: I hope God doesn’t strike you dead.

TIM:  No shit.

 

           “I think he’s alright,” said Dylan.

           “I have the best boyfriend in the world, seriously.”

           “Aw, after me!”

           “Are we, like, completely a couple?” stammered Henry.

           “I thought we were, babe.”

           “If we were older, I’d ask you to marry me.”

           “Oh, dude! I love you Henry!” Dylan smiled and sidled up to Henry on the bed. “Let's aim to do that someday!”

 

The Truth About Tim

 

         Henry was well into the fourth mile of his Saturday morning run when a blue pickup truck pulled up beside him.

         “Hey, Henry!”

         “Oh, hey Tim! What’s up? What are you doing down this dirt road?”

Henry kept running and the truck rolled along with him.

“I was wondering…can I talk to you Henry?”

“Sure, Tim, what’s up?”

Tim could see that Henry wasn’t slowing down. In fact, he glanced at his watch to check his pace.

“Oh…well…It’s kind of important, more serious...”

“Are you worried about it getting out at school what happened at Dylan’s last weekend? No one is gonna say a thing dude!”

“No, that’s not it…Um, can I talk to you tonight?”

“Sure!”

“Are you at your house or Dylan’s?”

“I’ll be at Dylan’s. Stop by any time after seven.”

Tim looked hesitant to drive off. He kept alongside Henry for a bit, then waved and drove off, leaving a trail of road dust behind him.

“What was that about?” thought Henry. “Did I just fuck up?”

 

At 7pm sharp, Tim showed up at the front door of Dylan’s bungalow. Before he could knock, Dylan yelled “Hey Tim! C’mon in!”

“Hey Dylan, Hey Henry,” he said.

“What’s up Tim,” said Henry. “I’m sorry if I blew you off this afternoon, not literally, bad choice of words. I’m training hard right now.”

“What’s goin’ on, Tim?” Dylan asked.

Henry had told him of their encounter earlier than afternoon. Tim was obviously in distress of some kind, his hands trembling. Henry got up, pulled over a bench that Dylan used with an indoor picnic table for Tim to sit on and sat on the end of the bed facing him.

“I’m a mess and things are only getting worse for me. I feel so…trapped.”

“What happened?” said Dylan, sitting next to Henry.

“How are you trapped?” Henry asked.

“I’m trapped because my father is a fucking evangelical minister. My mother is also brainwashed by all that bullshit.”

“Yeah, that’s rough,” said Dylan.

“My parents don’t grow weed for me in their garden.”

“You can borrow mine! My parents and my weed.”

They all laughed a little, then Tim grew serious again.

“I’m gay like you,” he said finally.

They let that settle in for a few moments of silence.

“Are you totally gay like Henry, or more bi, like me?”

“I’m totally, one hundred percent, completely, thoroughly gay. I never had a sexual thought about a girl, ever.”

“Your parents and your sister don’t have a clue,” said Dylan.

“Not at all. I think they think I’m shy. Maybe they are glad. Maybe they think if I don’t have a girlfriend, I won’t embarrass them by getting a girl pregnant or something. I’m pretty sure that if they find out I’m gay, they’ll never speak to me again. Being gay to them is something that a person chooses. Like choosing to worship Satan.”

“We are the first people you came out to?” Henry asked.

“Yeah.”

“I admit I’m pretty surprised. I figured you never talked about girls or had a girlfriend was because of your family. You always seemed so upbeat, like nothing was bothering you,” said Dylan.

“That was completely fake. Just part of my whole fake world. I didn’t want to, but I even considered suicide because I couldn’t figure out how I was gonna get out of this.”

“Dude. No. You came here, and you told us. That was the right thing to do,” said Henry.

“Tim, we’ve completely got your back. Anything you need. Financial, whatever. My parents even have a room in the basement if you need it.”

“I’m gonna try and hold out until I go to college next year. Maybe they don’t have to find out. But there’s more…”

“What’s that?”

“I’m in love with someone. Maybe that’s dramatic when I say it out loud. I’ve had a huge crush on someone for two years and now he’s my best friend, and he doesn’t have a clue. He probably doesn’t even know why we are friends because I made all the effort.”

“Sam,” said Henry.

Tim nodded silently.

“I was lying right there getting my cock sucked, so high on weed and mushrooms, watching you and Sam kissing with Jenk’s cum load for what seemed like five minutes,” he said to Dylan. “Then Sam came all over Jenk’s face! Jenks, of all people, gets Sam’s load. I was so jealous and so horny all at once. I’ve been a mess since then. I can’t keep all this inside anymore.”

“I promise I’ll mention to Sam that the load you gave to me was super tasty,” said Henry, smiling.

“Thanks.”

They all laughed a little.

“Full disclosure here. Henry’s had a crush on three people. One was me, one was Jenks’s friend Kip O’Donnell, and the other was you.”

“Thanks, Dylan. No secrets here! Why’d tell him that?”

“I don’t know. Why you loved his cum load so much? That dreams really can come true?”

“Dylan, is feeling insecure, Tim.”

“Whoa, speak of the devil,” said Dylan.

“Oh, fuck,” added Tim.

Sam was coming through the garden. He knocked on the door and popped it open at the same time.

“Hello, hello. Is the coast clear?”

“Come on in!”

“Hey, I was riding by on my scooter and saw Tim’s truck,” said Sam, setting his helmet on the floor at the base of a coat stand. “Hmmm…am I detecting some serious energy here?”

Nobody responded.

“Oh gee, I can come back some other time…I was just stopping to say Hi.”

“No, don’t leave,” said Tim.

“Jesus, what’s goin’ on Tim? You were crying.”

Tim buried his face back in his palms, elbows on his knees.

“Somebody tell him. I don’t think I can.”

Dylan and Henry looked at each other.

“Tim is gay,” said Henry.

“No shit! Are you gay, bro?”

Tim didn’t answer.

“What’s in the water around here?” asked Sam rhetorically.

“There’s more”

Dylan looked at Tim.

 “Is it OK?”

Tim shrugged his shoulders without looking up and mumbled “yeah”. Sam looked at Dylan quizzically.

“Tim has a crush on one of his friends.”

“Who’s that?...Henry?”

“No, not me.”

“You, Dylan?”

“No, but you’re getting warmer. I’m pretty sure you’ll get it on your next guess.”

Sam puzzled, thinking of all the guys they knew at school. Suddenly, it dawned on him.

“Wait, me?! Seriously? You have a crush on me bro?”

Tim looked up at Sam, but once again, no one answered. Then Sam broke out in a wide smile. He sat down right up against Tim and put his arm around him.

“You think I’m sexy?”

This made Tim smile.

“Don’t tease me, OK?”

“Who’s teasing?”

Sam’s fingers brushed through Tim’s hair.

“What do you like about me? You like my biceps?”

Sam flexed.

“You like my abs?”

Sam lifted his t-shirt to expose his six pack. He was ripped all-around.

“How about my hair? It’s kinda long, not all trimmed clean like you. Maybe my eyes? You like my eyes?”

“Everyone loves your eyes, Sam,” said Henry.

Tim looked at Sam, then looked away.

“I like your freckles,” he said, trying to laugh.

“You like my freckles? Really? I always hated my freckles. Until right now.”

“Your freckles are cute,” said Dylan.

“And the way you smell,” Tim added.

“The way I smell?! You mean my arm pits?”

Sam sniffed his pits.

“I’m a bit rank. I don’t use deodorant too much, just like Dylan.”

“Deodorant is toxic,” said Dylan.

Sam took Tim’s head and guided him down and buried his face in his armpit. Tim breathed in the scent, and when Sam let go, they all recognized the look of lust that had washed over his face.

“Sam, I know you’re trying to be nice,” said Tim. “That’s super cool. But I know you’re bi and of course you’d choose to be with a girl because that’s so much easier, so you don’t need to be saying all this,” said Tim.

“Well, here’s the thing. I was bi, that’s true, but right now I’m feeling completely gay.”

“Fuck, I’m so happy right now,” said Dylan. “See what can happen when you just say how you feel, Tim? Oh hey, I just realized we are all wearing the same chucks from the mushroom party,” he added, a slightly awkward non-sequitur.

Everyone stuck their feet out as if to compare and to retreat a bit from the intensity of the scene for a moment.

“Sam, those big yellow high top chucks Tim is wearing were my brother’s and they are a size twelve. You know what they say about big feet.”

“Oh, I can vouch for that after the other night. Tim has a big uncut dick!”

Tim smiled, adding pride to the mix of emotions he was feeling.

“Tim, really, I was thinking how much I like you and how cool it’s been hanging with you, but I just kinda left it at that cause I never dreamed that you’d reciprocate. But honestly, right now, I wouldn’t mind coming out and being your boyfriend, I know we can’t cause of your family, but I would, and I’d be totally into pursuing this with you on the sly and I wouldn’t see girls or anything.…If you want.”

Tim had clearly recovered from his funk.

“I don’t know, I think you almost smiled, Tim,” Sam teased and then he grabbed Tim’s shoulders with his right hand while he began tickling his ribs with his left. Tim burst out laughing and half-heartedly tried to squirm away.

“Wanna kiss me?” Sam asked, and he pulled Tim closer, lean in and kissed his lips sweetly before opening his mouth to explore with his tongue. Tim was stiff and nervous.

“Take a deep breath buddy,” Sam suggested, and Tim did. He was overcome with the excitement of something he never expected would happen. He opened his mouth and Sam was all there, sharing his spit. Tim then reciprocated and he entered Sam’s mouth for the first of what would be many, many times. After a while, Sam broke off, taking a breath, and smiled at the sight of Tim’s horny face, flushed red.

“Jesus, I’m so boned, that was horny as fuck!” said Dylan, pulling down his shorts and exposing his boner momentarily.

“Is Sam a good kisser, Tim?” Henry asked.

“He tastes like chocolate,” he responded, to which everyone laughed.

“I do taste like chocolate!” Sam agreed, and he pulled out a few Hershey’s kisses from his pocket, threw two on the bed for Henry and Dylan and popped one in his mouth. “Wanna chocolate kiss?” he asked Tim, and without waiting for an answer, he shared the kiss that was already in his mouth. They passed it back and forth as it melted away in their sweet spit.

“I think we should give these guys some privacy,” suggested Henry to Dylan.

“Oh, no, babe, this is too awesome!”

“We can leave, you guys, do you want us to leave?” Henry asked.

“I don’t care,” Sam answered. “Do you Tim?” Tim shook his head “no”.

“Let’s at least give them the bed. C’mon up here you guys, the beds all yours,” and Henry pulled Dylan off the bed and into the bean bag chair on the floor. He stripped Dylan but left his Chucks on, of course, and then he popped one of the chocolate kisses in his mouth and proceeded to go down on Dylan’s pink cock. In no time, Dylan was a mess, Henry’s chocolate drool dripping into his pubes. Dylan thrust his boner in and out of Henry’s mouth as he watched his friends shed their clothes and tangle up on his bed. He felt pure joy for Tim.

“Babe, I’m gonna cum any second,” Dylan warned, but Henry did not stop, and soon Dylan’s sperm came squirting out.

“Mmmm, chocolate and semen, sweet and salty at the same time, I highly recommend!” said Henry, licking his messing lips, and he kissed Dylan to give him a taste.

“Let’s go in the shower and get cleaned up and leave these two alone,” Henry added, and pulled Dylan up to drag him reluctantly into the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Tim and Sam had shed their clothes and their limbs entwined as they made out. Then Sam migrated south, sucking on Tom’s nipples for a while before moving down to his cock.

“Damn, bro, what an amazing dick, so fat. Look at that red head peakin’ out there…” said Sam, and he stuck his tongue under Tim’s foreskin and swirled it around. Then he took Tim’s whole cock in his mouth and tried to go down as far as he could, which wasn’t all that far. Tim groaned, murmured “fuck,” grabbed Sam’s head and bucked his hips, sliding his boner in and out. Sam, not all that experienced having his face fucked, gagged.

“Tim, did you want to fuck?”

“Oh, wow, yeah, so much, but maybe not tonight?”

“Good thinking…save that for later…wanna suck my cock? It’s not so big as yours.”

Tim looked at Sam’s boner that he waved in front of Tim’s face. Tim stuck his tongue out and licked the droplet of precum off the tip.

“Mmmm”

“Suck my dick, Tim.”

Tim wrapped his lips around Sam’s cock and tried to go down as far as he could, which wasn’t all that far either. Sam counseled him to relax, which he tried, and Sam managed to pump himself into Tim’s face for a good five minutes. When he withdrew for a pause, he saw there were tears in Tim’s eyes.

“Dude! Are you crying?”

“No, my eyes are watering from having a dick down my throat,” Tim answered with a big smile.

“What do you think about eating my ass? Does that seem gross? I love it.”

“No, I’ll do that!”

Sam squatted over Tim’s face and Tim looked up to see Sam’s sweaty pubes in a swirl around his anus.

“Oh wait,” said Sam. “I just thought…maybe I’m too…rank…it might smell worse than my pits.”

“I can tell you smell amazing.”

Tim inhaled against Sam’s rank ass, licked up his taint, and lapped up the sweat around his anal pubes. He stuck his tongue against Sam’s asshole and pushed, Sam tried to relax and push out, and his tongue made it just inside. Then Tim started to suck on his anus lips, pulling in blood and making them swell further.

“Pppppfffffttttt…..Oh, fuck…Oops! Hahahaha! Sorry about that!” said Sam, embarrassed for farting in Tim’s face.

“That was hot!”

“Seriously?!”

Sam was happy to hear this and made another little fart to see if Tim really meant it. Tim devoured his hole.

“Can you suck my cock while I eat your hole?” Tim asked.

“Hell, yeah, can you milk me while I do that?”

“Milk you?”

“Beat me off. And when I cum, suck on my hole real good, it feels amazing. And it’s cool to suck a twitching anus too!”

Sam went down on Tim again, as far as he could, trying to balance while stroking him with one hand. Meanwhile, Tim stroked Sam’s cock as he mashed his face into Sam’s ass, licking and sucking his hole and huffing his rank smell.

“Tim!....I’m gonna cum! Like any second bro…”

Sam’s hole began to convulse on Tim’s mouth and his seed squirted down onto his chest.

“Oh, fuck bro! Here it cums!” Tim warned.

Sam, still orgasming, locked his lips around Tim’s cock head as it began filling his mouth with Tim’s virgin semen. It was almost too much to take in and some dribbled out.

“Ohhhhhhh….uuuugggghhhhh….oh fuck…fuck yeah!” Tim moaned.

When Tim settled down, Sam turned around.

“Have you ever tasted cum bro?” he asked, mumbling through his jizz filled mouth.

“No, but I think I’m about to.”

Sam bent down and gave Tim kiss filled with his own cum. Tim lapped and sucked it up like he had just done to Sam’s ass.

“Your face smells like my asshole,” said Sam smiling, when they paused to get air. “When Henry and Dylan get out of the bathroom, I’ll wash you up.”

“Do you have to? I like this smell.”

“Seriously, Tim? Geez, you’re such a dirty boy! Who would have thought the most straight laced guy ever could be such a….little pig.”

“Come here,” Tim ordered, and he pulled Sam down next to him and wrapped him in his arms.

“This is the best day of my life,” Tim continued, with wonder in his voice. “If I never have a better day than this, it’ll be OK.”

“I’m so glad you came over here to talk to Dylan and Henry. I had no idea. I’m crazy about you Tim.”

“Wow” was all Tim could think to say as he ran his fingers against Sam’s scalp and through his hair. They stayed like this, awake but silent, touching each other tenderly.

Soon after, the bathroom door cracked open, and Dylan peaked out.

“To quote a good friend of mine…’Hello, hello…is the coast clear?’”

“Clear enough,” Sam answered.

“We’re going to sleep in Dylan’s basement. You have the place to yourself,” Henry offered.

“Oh geez, I don’t want to kick you guys out!” countered Tim.

Dylan went around the bed and bent down to kiss Tim on the forehead.

“I love you guys so much,” he said. “And Tim, your face smells like Sam’s ass.”

Everyone laughed.

“Dylaaaan, come ooooon…let’s leave these guys alone.”

“You are incredibly considerate. I owe you guys!” said Sam.

“Hey, do you think you could throw us our phones? We need to text our parents why we aren’t coming home,” Tim asked.

Dylan brought their phones over to them.

“You better get real creative,” said Dylan

“Thanks, bro. I’ll make up something good.”

“Oh, one more thing…can you pull my scooter up around the side of your house?” Sam asked.

“Sure Sam,” Dylan agreed as Henry pulled him out the front door.

Tim and Sam stayed cuddled together until they dozed off. Then, sometime in the middle of the night Tim woke to Sam’s gentle kisses on his lips and a caress down his arm.

“Hey Tim, let’s take a shower, the water is warm and everything.”

“Oh, hey Sam,” Tim mumbled groggily. “I just had the weirdest dream where you and I were fucking around!”

“Ha, you’re funny.”

“Was that real?” Tim asked, with a half-smile.

Sam tugged a little and Tim swung his feet to the floor and stood up.

“Don’t wake up too much and you’ll be back asleep in no time.”

Tim lifted his arms and pretended to be a zombie, arms stretched out in front.

Once in the shower, Sam proceeded to soap Tim up. Dylan had left a dim light lit next to the sink and the bathroom was romantically lit.

“Close your eyes. I’m going to wash your face.”

Sam washed away his own man scent, to Tim’s small protest, claiming he liked it. Then he moved on to Tim’s ass, lathering up his crack, and then slipping his finger inside.

“Whoa! What’s that?! That’s just gonna wake me up bro,” Tim smiled.

“Here, let me try that, you’re the one with the rank ass,” Tim said, and he soaped up his hand and slid inside Sam. “Oh, that’s kinda nice in there, smooth and warm.”

They stood under the warm water a long time until the temperature began to turn cool as the hot water ran out.

Stepping out onto the bathmat, Tim stood still while Sam toweled him dry. Then they made their way back to the bed and crawled under the covers where they resumed their sleep.

 

Imperial Lake

Two months later…

 

Coach Tanner and Jeff Ponder sat in front of Tanner’s iMac at his cabin on Imperial Lake. Jeff was teaching him how to use his new drone with great tilt features and a much longer battery life. The drone was in his barn, getting ready for a teen orgy.

It was 7pm and unusually warm for the time of year, in the low seventies.

“Practice the rotation with the touch pad.”

Tanner made the drone turn 360 degrees around the barn, then rotate back to where Dylan was fixing the straps on a sling that hung from the ceiling. Dylan looked up at the drone, smiled and gave a thumbs up.

“Oh, shit, I just realize there’s no sound,” Jeff said.

When he turned it on they could hear the engine of an arriving vehicle. Tanner lowered the drone to get a better view, and Dylan looked up at the car and waved.
         “I better get down there. Do you think you have this under control?”

“Yeah, I’m good. This isn’t all that different. The battery power will make this a lot easier in fact.”

 

“Hey Jenks!” Dylan yelled when he emerged from his truck. “I really didn’t expect you!”

“I know, I know, but…I’m not getting much pussy, and I’m tired of my hand, ya know? You guys are kinda wild and free. I need a girlfriend like you.”

“Of course you are welcome anytime!”

“Thanks, and I’m not alone. Kip O’Connell is about five minutes behind me.”

“What?! Are you kidding?! Dude! Does he know what’s going down?”

“I told him! But I thought you guys would like him to show up, actually, and I might have told him you’d probably have some weed and mushrooms.”

“I have weed, yeah. But not much ‘shrooms. I can see what I’ve got. I made it clear to you though that everyone has to participate, right?”

“Yup, you did. Oh, here he comes now.”

Kip’s Tesla pulled in right behind Jenk’s truck. He got out looking hesitant and glum, his ginger hair glowing in the last rays of the sun.

“Hey Kip! What a surprise!” Dylan yelled.

“I know, I know. Jenk’s told me what’s going down, but he said you have drugs, so I’m here for that.”

“You can’t be here for just that. You have to participate, or you have to go.”

“Alright, I’m down. I’ll give it a go,” Kip answered, trying not to sound too eager.

“For sure you will. Here comes Henry, I’m going in for the refreshments and I’ll be right out.”

Just then Jeff walked up as Henry came from the lake with Sam and Tim.

“Hey, Kip, I’m so surprised to see you here!”

“Me too!” said Sam.

“Me three!” added Henry.

“Fuck, nobody is surprised that Preacher’s Boy is here. Why is that?”

“Because they know I’m gay and I’m here with my boyfriend Sam, a fact that will not get spread beyond Imperial Lake, OK?” said Tim.

“No shit, you two are a couple?  Well, no worries, I obviously won’t say anything. What is this thing?” Kip asked, pointing at the sling.

“I guess you’ll find out soon enough,” Henry answered.

“It’s a gangbang chair,” Sam explained. “The fuckee hops in and goes for a ride.”

Dylan came back from the house with a loaded backpack and a wooden box that contained sex toys, which he set down next to the sling. The seven boys gathered round a table near the barn door.

“Alright, special drugs for Jenks and Kip, because Jenks apparently promised Kip he could get high. So, you are lucky, you each get a mushroom.”

Dylan handed them each a mushroom, which they downed.

“Now for all of us, I made my special weed water, pink lemonade style. Don’t drink too much, it’s kind of potent. And one blue pill for extra strong boners. You can chew it up for faster effect, but it tastes bitter so wait for the lemonade.”

They all took a cupful, except for Tim, who downed the pill with a bottle of water he was carrying.

“So, alright, as host and Master of Ceremonies here,” said Dylan, “I’m going to explain how this is going to work. We are each going to roll three dice. There could be a high of 18 and a low of three. Each round the person rolling the highest is eliminated from the lottery and the person with the lowest roll at the end gets the glorious prize of the sling fuckee, penetrated by six of his friends’ penis boners!”

“Oh, no fucking way am I getting in that thing,” declared Kip. Dylan was ready to correct him, but Jenks spoke up first.

“Don’t worry dude, what are the odds?”

“Exactly one in seven,” said Henry smiling. Even Jenks was smart enough to figure that out.

Dylan pulled the three dice from his pocket and the game was afoot.

         Round 1: Tim is eliminated with a sixteen.

         Round 2: Henry is eliminated with sixteen. When he expresses his disappointment, Kip declares there’s no justice in the world.

         Round 3: Jeff Ponder wins and taunts Kip by saying that he was hoping to get even with Kip for striking him out in the final game of the city little league championship. Fuck you, Kip answered.

         Round 4: Jenks and Sam tie with just twelve. They roll again and Jenks is safe. He looks relieved and tries not to look at his friend.

         Round 5: Dylan is eliminated with a roll of fourteen.

         The lottery comes down to Sam and Kip. Kip, clearly peeved, says there’s no way it’s going to be him. They play rock, paper, scissors to see who rolls first and Kip wins. He shakes the dice and throws them down.

         Kip rolls an eleven, and looks hopeful.

         Sam then picks up the dice and rolls.

         Twelve.

         Kip was in shock. Everyone looked at each other warily.

         “No, no. This is not going to happen. There are clearly two dudes here that want to get fucked” Kip stated referring to Henry and Tim. His head beginning so swoon a bit from the lemonade weed water and the mushrooms.

         “Kip, you came here knowing what was going down. This was completely fair. No one is going to force you because that would be rape. But this is a kind of brotherhood and I’m gonna take care of you, and you might not wanna believe this, but it just might not be so bad. You’re seventeen, the best age for experimentation.”

         Kip stood silently, not wanting to agree. Dylan said he would go help him get cleaned up and give him a pep talk, and then he took Kip by the wrist and led him reluctantly to the bathroom at the back of the barn.

         “Sam, I don’t want to go first here, or second. If he looks like he’s not liking it, I can’t do it,” said Tim.

         Tim harbored sadistic fantasies which he had never divulged to anyone, including Sam, and he feared a situation where he might not be able to control himself.

         “No worries, babe,” said Sam, slinging his arm around him.

         “I’m in that camp too, Tim, but let’s see what happens,” suggested Henry.

         In the bathroom, Dylan told Kip to chill. Things weren’t nearly so dire as they seemed.

         “Drop your shorts and have a seat, we gotta get you cleaned out.”

         “And how the fuck is that going to happen?”

         “Well, first take a dump, and then we’ll douche.”

         “I’ve never taken a shit when I wasn’t feelin’ it.”

         “Give it a try.”

         Kip grimaced and pushed. Nothing. He tried again, thought he might have felt something and pushed one more time. A turd plopped into the toilet bowl.

         “Good job!” said Dylan filling an enema bag with warm water. “Now take a little of this lube and put it on your hole. When I release this water, it will flow up inside you. It will feel weird but not uncomfortable.”

         “Is this what gay dudes do every time they fuck?”

         “No. Only if they want to be really sure they are clean, which is what we want here.”

         “I’ve never put anything up my ass.”

         “Good point. When anything is going up your ass, be it an enema tip, a dildo, or a real dick, you should push out a little. If you, unsurprisingly, try to clamp your ass shut, the thing going into your ass will push against your sphincter and that’s what really hurts. So here you go.”    

         Kip put some lube on his hole, took the enema tube and pushed the tip gingerly into his ass. Dylan checked to make sure it was in far enough and then released the warm water.

         “This feels fucking weird. Isn’t this gonna give me diarrhea?”

         “No. All that water is gonna come out right now. OK, tighten your hole closed while I pull this out. There. Alright, now push the water out as hard as you can, like you are taking off to the moon.”

         Kip laughed, then bore down and a torrent of water shot from his hole, along with a couple of farts. “Oh my fucking God”, was all he could think to say.

         “Hey look, the water was clear. You are good to go!”

         “Fuck, dude…Dylan, I really don’t think I can go through with this, really.”

         “I’m not letting you off so easily, Kip. You gotta give it a try. I’ll go first. I know what I’m doing. And besides, your dick is looking a bit chubbed, and the dick doesn’t lie.”

         “That’s cause of the Viagra, I’m sure.”

         Kip pulled his pants back up and together they headed back into the main part of the barn.

         “How’s it goin, Kip?” Henry asked.

         “The water was clear!”

         “What does that mean?” Jenks asked.

         “It means his ass is clean for you to fuck,” Sam answered.

         “Oh, awesome! I never thought about that.”

         “Ok, so Kip. Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going take off your clothes, throw them in the wheelbarrow, leave your boots on because we are in a barn, and hop up on this lovely chair, face up with your butt hanging off the end here, then I’ll strap you in.”

         Kip did as instructed, trying to mask his humiliation by making jokes.

         “Dude, who knew you had such pretty skin,” said Henry, remarking on Kip’s perfect creamy white skin. Without hardly any body fat, he looked pretty ripped as well.

         Kip threw off his underwear, raised his arms and flexed his biceps.

         “Damn Kip, nice dick!” said Jeff. “Haven’t I seen you naked before? I would have remembered a dick like that.”

         “He’s just got a woody thinking about all the boners he’s about to be impaled by,” Sam explained.

         “Fuck you, Sam.”

         “Maybe sometime if you ask nicely, and if my boyfriend here doesn’t mind, but until then, I’m afraid it’s fuck you.”

         Dylan was unsure just how in command of his faculties Kip was, and so he held the sling steady as Kip hopped in.

         “What the fuck do I do with my legs?”

         “One sec, first slide your butt forward just a little more so it’s hanging further off the end.”

         Then Dylan took some stirrups off the table, attached them to the chains, and spread Kips legs apart, hooking his boots in. He locked them in securely with straps.

         “I think this is too wide.”

         “Naw, you’re OK, just relax,” Dylan advised, as he moved around and bound his hands to the chains at the other side of the sling.

         Dylan turned to five horny boys.

         “Alright, what we see here is what we formerly knew as our friend Kip, but now he’s just a piece of meat to fuck,” Dylan said as he winked at Kip and patted his washboard abs.

         “My boyfriend is apparently no longer hiding his love for objectifying his sex partners,” observed Henry.

         Dylan smiled.

         “What we are gonna do this evening is show Kip what cum tastes like. So, we’ll each start fucking, and then move around to unload in his mouth. If he won’t open up, I’m pretty sure I know how to get him to. But now, time to get naked, except for our sneak...well, our Chucks, and let the game begin! As host, I’ll pick the order. Me first!”

         Dylan pass around some lube which he pulled out of the wooden toy box, and with just a few strokes, everyone was hard.

         “Damn, this boner is intense!” said Jenks.

         “The magic of the blue pill!” answered Sam.

         Dylan tickled Kip’s anus, making him shudder, and slipped a finger inside. He pressed his sphincter all around trying to loosen him up as much as possible.

         “Ok Kip, push out, don’t worry if you fart, the more you push out, the less pain,” and then he added “this feels like virgin ass!”

         Kip pushed, didn’t fart, and Dylan slipped the head of his rigid cock inside. Kip yelped briefly and the momentary pain disappeared. Dylan leaned forward and the rest of his six-and-a-half-inch boner disappear into Kip.
         “Wooooaaaaahhh!” exclaimed Kip.

         Dylan slid his cock in and out, slowly at first, but picked up steam as he could see that Kip was not in distress. He used his best fuck style, excited to be the center of attention.
         “The dude is intense,” said Jeff.

         The drone moved around silently to face Dylan from the front. Dylan looked up at it, smiled, and flashed a ‘peace’ sign. Then he gathered a mouthful of spit and shot it toward Kip’s face, landing mostly on his cheek and forehead, but a smaller drop hit his lower lip. Without thinking, he licked it off.

         “Go Dylan!” encouraged Sam, his hand slowly stroking his own boner.

         “Yup, that’s my nasty boyfriend!” added Henry, moving around to comfort Kip’s head, gently stroking his hair.

         Dylan’s full head of blonde curls shook as he fucked, his face turning red, a drop of sweat falling down his forehead. With each pump, he slowed down right at the spot where he thought his cock would press against Kip’s prostate, and he watched to see Kip shiver from a jolt of pleasure.

         “How does it feel right about….here.” Dylan asked.

         “What is that?” Kip asked, not quite wanting to admit that it felt good.

         “That’s your prostate. It makes most of your cum. If it’s wired, and yours seems to be, it feels really good to massage. This is something that you could have gone your whole life and not known about. Now you’re gonna have to explain to your girlfriends why you want their finger up your ass.”
         Dylan focused on that area for a while, enjoying the look on Kip’s face and the fact that he had stopped rebelling, for the moment at least.

         “OK, Kip, get ready to taste your first ever cum load!”

         Dylan came around and aimed his cock at Kip’s face.

         “Open up Kip!” Dylan yelled, his body tensing up.

         Kip opened his mouth halfway and Dylan’s cum landed mostly on his lips, with just one squirt landing on his tongue. He closed his mouth and gagged hard. Everyone braced for him to puke, but he managed to hold it down.

         Dylan caught his breath before resuming to speak.

         “Alright, I’m sorry Kip, I’m gonna have to help you out here. I think you need more motivation to get the full benefits of this protein supplement opportunity.”

         “Huh?”

         Dylan walked to the toy box, opened the lid, and pulled out a leather leash with small belt on the end. He tied the belt around Kip’s nuts and pulled gently. Kip recoiled.

         “What the fuck?!! No fucking way bro! Take that off!” Kip yelled.

         “No worries Kip. I’m not gonna pull on this as long as you cooperate. So, you open your mouth real wide for your protein boosts, and there isn’t going to be any tugging. Jeff, give it a go.”

         Dylan squirted more lube on Jeff’s cock and Jeff plunged his cock into Kip’s ass. Kip had subconsciously closed his asshole tight, forgetting to push out, and he yelped.

         “Don’t forget to push out brother!” Dylan reminded too late.

         Jeff fucked, looking Kip directly in the eye. He never had a piece of such sweet jock ass before.

         “This hole is tight! I guess you don’t get fucked in the ass too much, huh Kip?”

         “Fuck you, Jeff!”

         Jeff was ready to cum after only seconds. All his partners criticized him for being a premature ejaculator and he never seemed to improve how long he could go.

         “Shit, I’m too horny, I’m already gonna blow!”

         Jeff backed out of Kip’s hole and moved around to Kip’s head.

         “OK, Kip, feel this rope?” said Dylan, tugging gently. “As long as you open your mouth, I won’t have to tug it, so don’t make me! Open wide!”

         Kip opened wide and Jeff began to cum…five solid sperm shots aimed straight into Kip’s mouth hit their mark. He grimaced and tried to swallow as fast as he could without tasting it, managing not to gag so hard this time. Jeff wiped off the end of cock on Kip’s cheek and yelled “fuck ya!”

         “Fuck, this is horny!” said Sam.

         “Awesome Sam! You’re up!”

         Sam kissed Tim and came around to Kip’s ass.

         “Can I look inside the toy box?” Sam asked Dylan.

         “Yeah, for sure you can! Do!”

         Sam fumbled around a bit inside the box.

         “What’s this?”

         “That’s a nose hook.”

         “Huh? How does that work?”

         “I’ll show you.”

         Dylan took the hook, walked over behind Kip, nudging Henry momentarily out of the way, and fastened the device around Kip’s head. His nostrils were pulled wide. The drone swung around to get a better angle to view Kip’s face. Coach Tanner’s navigation skills were improving.

         “Wow, he’s got a pig nose,” said Tim.

         “Dylan, take this fucking thing off me!”

         “No way! That looks hot!” Dylan answered.

         “You said you were gonna go easy on me.”

         “It’s a piece of jewelry for fuck’s sake.”

         “It does look kinda humiliating,” said Tim, feeling his inner sadist getting rile up.

         Tim reached over and pinched Kip’s nipple, rather hard.

         “Ow!”

         Sam went back to the toy box to see what else he could find.

         “What is this, Dylan? Do you even know?”

         “Those are Ben-wa balls. You push them up his ass and then you can either pull them out or he can try and push them out. Here, lube them up first if you wanna try that.”

         Dylan handed Sam the lube. After greasing one up, he tried pushing it against Kip’s anus.

         “Fuck no! Ow!”

         “Kip, you keep forgetting the primary rule for anal penetration. Push out!”

         “Jesus, it’s a good thing I didn’t lose that lottery,” said Jenks. His cock was still swollen but less ready to go than a few minutes before.

         Sam tried pushing the ball in again and this time it disappeared.

         “Jesus, how big are those things?!” Kip yelled.

         “Only…an inch and a half,” Sam answered. He managed to get the next four into Kip’s ass without so much difficulty.

         “Stop! No more!” pleaded Kip.

         “Great! Cause that’s all!”

         “It feels like I have a gigantic turd up my ass!”

         “Well, we know that’s not true Kip,” said Dylan. “Sam, pull them out, but really slowly, one at a time. Otherwise, you could hurt him, I’m not kidding.”

         Tim moved around to watch, as did Jeff. Sam tugged, Kip braced, his body tensing up, and the balls popped out one by one. Dylan could see Kip was feeling good by the expression on his face.
         “Wow, when that last one popped out I could see way up inside him!” said Sam.

         “Put them back in again,” Dylan ordered.

         Sam loaded Kip back up. They had all noticed that Kip had stopped complaining and was more relaxed. Henry continued to caress his head so tenderly.

         “This time, push them out, Kip.”

         Kip bore down, his face grimaced, his hole expanded outward, and the first ball popped out.

         “Woah, fucking horny!” said Sam.

         “It looks like he’s tryin’ to take a dump!” Tim added, stroking himself.

         “No chance of that,” Dylan assured him. “We took care of that in the bathroom.”

         “I wanna load him up again. That’s gonna make me blow!”

         Sam slipped the Ben-wa balls into Kip and Kip pushed them out again, one by one.

         “OK! Out of the way!” Sam yelled.

         “Open up Kip!” Dylan ordered and tugged gently on the rope as a reminder.

         Kip opened wide and Sam, hunched over and standing on his tip toes with his long hair falling in his face, bated his last few strokes furiously before shooting.

         “Ugh, ugh, ugh.”

         Sam’s hot semen arced over into Kip’s mouth, and this time Kip did not grimace but swallowed it down easily. No one failed to notice the change in Kip’s attitude.

         “Now my boyfriend! You go Henry!”

         Henry abandoned Kip’s head to attend to his ass.

         “I need to check this toy box too.”

         He opened the box and immediately saw what he wanted. It was an enema bulb.

         “What’s that?” asked Tim.

         “That’s an enema bulb. For squirting stuff up your ass,” Dylan answered.

         “What’s he gonna squirt up his ass?” Tim asked.

         “Just watch, Tim.”

         “Hey, Kip, you all there? I’m gonna gently put some air in your ass. This tube is much smaller than a Ben-wa ball, but hold your asshole tight to keep it inside,” said Henry, almost sweetly, rubbing his thigh.

         Kip looked stoned, but he was trying to listen intently. Henry gingerly inserted the tube to the enema bulb and squeezed hard. Kip grunted some confused protest and then Henry repeated the process.

         “Dylan, tell him when to release, OK?” asked Henry.

         Henry buried his face into Kip’s ass and licked at his hole.

         “OK, Kip? Push out the air in your asshole.”

         PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT

         Everybody laughed hilariously, including Kip.

         “Oh, my fucking God that was so awesome!” said Tim. “We gotta get one of those Sam!’

         “I have one, Tim.”

         “Just a few minutes and you guys got me ‘gay ass’” said Kip. Everyone understood what he meant.

         “No worries, Kip. We aren’t gonna hold you responsible for anything you say here.”

         Henry inflated Kip with two more bulbs full and placed his mouth around Kip’s anus lips.

         “Alright Kip! Let it go!”

         Kip grimaced and bore down as hard as he could. Everyone was totally boned and stroking now, even Jeff and Dylan and Sam who had already unloaded.

         PPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

         “Fuck dude!,” Sam said to Kip. “With that nose hook and those farts, you look like such a pig!”

         “I feel like one,” Kip murmured, his cock still hard.
         “Hey, what about me? The farts were my idea, and my face is in his ass!” said Henry.
         “Oh, that’s so true! You’re a pig too, Henry!” agreed Sam, laughing.
         “Thank you!”

         “One more time, are you ready to blow, Henry?” Dylan asked.

         “Yeah, I’ll blow in his mouth for the next fart,” Henry answered.

         Dylan nodded and then Henry filled Kip up again.

         “Hold on one second there, Kip!” said Dylan as Henry finished and moved around to aim his cock into Kip’s face.

         Kip looked up and locked onto Henry’s eyes.

         “Hey, Henry,” Kip said.

         “Open wide for me Kip, and don’t swallow my cum right away, OK?”

         “OK”

         Henry bated himself only briefly before nodding to Dylan.

         “Show us your best fart, Kip!” Dylan directed.

         PPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT

         This time Kip wrapped his lips around Henry’s cock to receive the sperm which began to squirt furiously.

         “Uuuuuuugggggghhhhhh…don’t swallow Kip!” Henry grunted out.

         When Henry was closed to finishing, he pulled out and bent down for a full-on kiss. He sucked his cum out of Kip’s mouth and sucked on his tongue before spitting it back. This repeated a few times, its volume growing with the addition of their spit, until Kip started to drool, and then finally, swallowed. Henry remained kissing him, slowly, almost imperceptibly retreating away to see if Kip would follow him or let go. He followed, rising up slightly to keep the kiss from ending.

         “Fuuuuck! That’s a real kiss for sure!” Jeff observed.

         Sam glanced over at Dylan to see his reaction, and saw none, but everyone noticed that Kip stayed glued to Henry’s eyes when Henry finally broke off.

         Only Tim and Jenks were left.
         “Go for it, Tim!”

         “Is it OK if I do something a little different?” Tim asked.

         “This is your fuck, Tim!” Dylan answered.

         “I know you told Kip to leave his boots on, but can I take them off?”

         “Or course!”

         Tim untied Kip’s boots one by one and dropped them to the floor.

         “Huh, this is unexpected,” said Tim. “Everybody, check out what pretty feet Kip has. Look at his sweet toes.”
         “Definitely, really nice feet,” said Henry.

Kip looked up at Henry and then stared down at his feet like he was seeing a hallucination. Tim nestled his face in Kip’s warm damp sole and took a deep sniff.

         “Preacher Boy is a little faggot perv,” are the words that came out of his mouth.

         Everyone tensed up at this, though Tim looked nonplussed, even encouraged.

         “You probably have no idea how much it has always annoyed me to be called ‘Preacher Boy’ by you. My name is Tim, not “Preacher Boy”, Kip. Nice to meet you.”

         Tim licked from the heal to the toes of Kip’s right foot, and then sucked his big toe like it was a little cock.

         “First of all. Kip, right now, you are the one that kinda looks like the faggot.”

         Kip seemed to glare back (or was he just trying to see?). Then Tim took the leather rope from Dylan’s hand which Dylan seemed reluctant to relinquish control over. Tim winked at him, as if to say, “don’t worry.”

         “Second, I’m not ‘little,’ as you are about to find out. I’ve got about 8 inches here, measured for real, not fake, and it’s kinda fat. Third, I don’t exactly know what a perv is, but I’m feeling really horny right now, so I have a feeling I’m about to start exploring some sadistic fantasies that have plagued me for a long time. ‘Preacher Boy’ isn’t here right now, so you you’re going to see a little bit of ‘Satan’ instead.”

         Tim grabbed Kip’s legs and plunged his rigid cock into Kip.

         “OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!”

         Everyone clenched their fists and held their breath in empathy for Kip as Tim began to fuck without mercy. Dylan was second guessing his own judgment, and from the one he least expected to get carried away; he reached over and put his hand on Tim’s shoulder, as if to say ‘settle down’.

         “I’ve got this, Dylan! You said this was my fuck!”

         Tim kept the rope barely taut as he pumped Kip’s hole hard and to the hilt.

         “I have a few questions for ya, Kip. Do you like getting fucked?”

         “No! It hurts!”

         Kip grimaced every time Tim slammed into him.

         “What about here though? The nice spot Dylan found?”

         “Yes. That’s good, stay there. I didn’t you know you hated being called ‘Preacher Boy’. I’m sorry, it was just a joke!”

         “That sounds sincere. I’ll stay here Kip, if you’re a good boy. Next question. Are you in love with Henry Decker?”

         “Jesus! What the fuck, Tim!  Don’t answer that, Kip!” said Henry.

         Kip looked confused about what to say, wary of the rope around his balls. Dylan felt a small dagger in his heart, hearing that from Tim.

         “Alright, that question has been vetoed. Next one, do you like being a ‘pig faggot’? Careful how you answer.”

         “Yes.”

         “Shit, that was so lame! How about giving me a snort, a nice loud pig snort instead of a ‘yes’.”

         Kip gave a good loud snort, just as good as Tim wanted.

         “Oh, that’s waaaaay better! That was downright horny! I’m not sure if I believe you though.”

         Kip snorted again, on his own.

         “Fuck ya, you’re inspiring me, Kip!”

         Tim looked up and spit directly at Kip’s face, landing on forehead, just as Dylan had. Kip flinched, but then, to everyone’s surprise, snorted again. Encouraged, Tim shot another spit wad which missed its mark and hit Henry’s arm instead.

         “Hey, watch out!”

         “Oops! Sorry Henry!”

         Henry had nothing to wipe his arm off, but Dylan picked up his own t shirt from the floor and threw it over.

         “Open up, Kip!” ordered Tim.

         Kip opened his mouth wide and Tim launched a massive lugie that sailed right onto his tongue. A collective “woah” rang up from everyone, making Tim proud.

         “Aw hell, I’m getting tired. I need a moment’s rest,” said Tim, surprisingly. He maintained eye contact with Kip though, who looked straight back. Everyone stood around awkwardly wondering what was up.

         “Oh, fuck no!” Kip yelled suddenly. “Are you pissing in my ass?!”

         Of course, that now made sense to everyone.

         “Dylan, is that OK?! Isn’t it unsafe to piss in someone’s ass?! You said you were gonna take care of me bro!”

         “It’s totally safe Kip! It’s nothing that would hurt you at all. And I’m sure that Tim is gonna wrap up his crazy shenanigans any minute now.”

         “OK, Kip, I’m done with my dick in your ass. You can squirt my piss straight back onto me if you want. Like I probably deserve.”

         Tim squatted down next to Kip’s ass and Kip blew out all the piss, just as he had done with the enema Dylan had given him a few minutes before. Tim moved so the gusher hit him straight in the face.

         “Holy fuck, why aren’t chicks so wild?” Jenks asked, half disbelieving what he was seeing.

         The geyser from Kip’s anus subsided and Tim stood up soaking wet, shook himself off like a dog, flinging piss over everyone, and walked over to Kip’s face.

         “Open wide, Kip!”

         Kip was bracing for jizz, but what he got instead was copious drool falling over Tim’s lower lip. For the second time, Kip nearly puked.

         “Geez, Kip, you looked so happy getting nasty with Henry!” Tim admonished. “All right, here comes the real thing!”

         Tim reached over and squeezed Kip’s right nipple hard.

         “AAAAHHHHHOOOWWWW!”’

         Then Tim held his breath, his face flushing deep red, and he squirted his semen across Kip’s face. Kip was thrashing a bit, but the last loop landed in his mouth. Tim heaved a heavy sigh and took a step back.

         “Okaaaaay…” said Sam “No one is gonna believe this, but I had no idea I was dating this monster,” Sam vowed.

         “I see a myriad of new opportunities for your sex life, Sam!” said Dylan encouragingly.

         “If I can live up! I feel kinda vanilla at the moment!”

         Sam took Tim’s hand and pulled him back around to the side. Tim looked spent and dazed.

         “Alright, that was the dramatic part of tonight’s proceedings, surprising, I admit,” said Dylan to the group. “And Jenks, you are last but not least don’t worry, but first, Kip, I have a question for you. I think you deserve a blow job. Do you want that…still…and who do you pick to give it to you?”

         Kip was silent for a while, trying hard to think clearly.

         “Henry.”

         Dylan felt another twinge of jealousy but hid it well.

         “Thank God, nothing else unexpected. Solid choice Kip. Henry is amazing at this. I’m sure he’ll give you his best.”

         Henry rolled his eyes at Dylan and walked over to Kip’s side.
         “One second, Henry. Jenks, are you ready to fuck your buddy? You holding up?”

         “I’m good to go.”   

         No one was quite sure if this was true. He was certainly stoned.

         “Jenks, this could be a tall order, but try and wait until Kip starts to blow. I’ll tell you when. When his hole starts to twitch it’s gonna feel incredibly good on your cock if you can wait.”

         Though Kip was not quite hard anymore, he was still thoroughly swole. Henry bent down and took Kip’s cock in his mouth, and massaged the shaft, dousing it with generous spit. He assumed correctly that Kip would appreciate an intense show, so he made himself gag repeatedly, taking it down until his nose was buried in Kip’s generous ginger pubes, sniffing on the mansmell, then heaving a bit. Each time Henry did this, the spit flood increased, until it was dripping down to Kip’s balls and onto the barn floor.

         “Fuckin’ rad blow job,” said Kip slowly, watching Henry make a mess of both of them.

         Meanwhile, Jenks had impaled his best friend. When sober, he fucked with as much style as Sam, but now his movement was staggered, and he just wanted release. As for Kip, after five cocks, his ass was thoroughly stretched out and the sensation was not uncomfortable, though Jenks had no understanding of what it meant to “massage a prostate.”

         “I could probably cum anytime,” mumbled Kip. “I wanna cum right now. Warning I’m about to cum!”

         Dylan scooted to Kip’s face, shook a little brown bottle he had gotten from the toybox, and held it under his nose. Henry paused momentarily when he saw what Dylan was up to.

         “Sniff this, Kip! Real, real deep!”

         Kip huffed from the bottle.

         “Hold it in!...3…2…1…exhale.”

         Dylan repeated this two more times until he could see a glazed expression wash over his face.

         “OK, Make him cum, Henry! You can blow, Jenks!”

         Just as Jenks pumped his last few thrusts before he blew, he managed to rub into Kip’s prostate just right and Kip was seized in a full body prostate orgasm. Then, as Henry’s expert tongue and lips coaxed his cock to cum, a penile ejaculatory orgasm followed, and Kip’s semen blasted into his mouth. Kip’s body tensed so hard his muscles were like granite, bolts of electric pleasure surged up and down his arms and legs causing him to shake uncontrollably. He stared into space like a deer in headlights, unable to process what the fuck was happening to him. Jenks began to moan as his sperm squirted up inside the rectum of his best friend, and as Henry released Kip’s cock, licking his lips, Jenks collapsed onto Kip’s belly, stoned and exhausted. As his double orgasm subsided, Kip gasped for breath, his heart racing.

         “Oh, my fucking God, Oh, my fucking God….Oh, my fucking God..” Kip repeated.

         Sam and Tim stared in shock, not sure what they had witnessed.

         “What the fuck! What’s in that bottle, Dylan?” Tim asked.

         “It’s just poppers.”

         “Do you have some of that, Sam?”

         “No.”

         “I’ll get you some, Tim,” said Dylan. “Jeff, can you show everyone inside and where they are all sleeping? I have to take care of these guys.”

         Jeff, Henry, Sam and Tim headed into the house, and Dylan helped Jenks over to a big hammock that hung between two poles in the back of the barn near the toilet. Jenks looked relieved to be off his feet, and he sank down, relaxed. Then Dylan went back to retrieve Kip, freeing his hands and feet, slipping his boots back on, and helping him down. Between the drugs which clouded his mind and his ravaged ass, Kip struggled to walk, and Dylan used his best wrestling holds to keep him on his feet. When they got to the hammock, Kip slid down into the center next to Jenks. It was getting chilly, and Dylan paused to consider if they would be warm enough, but the two naked friends seemed to cuddle together for warmth, and he thought they’d be OK. Then his gathered the backpack and toybox and headed inside. Sam and Tim had gone up into the loft, Jeff was inside one bedroom with the door closed, and Henry was just hopping into the bed in the master bedroom after cleaning himself up in the bathroom. Dylan snuck under the covers with him.

         Neither Dylan nor Henry could fall asleep, but they kept unusually quiet. Finally, after lying there for over thirty minutes, Henry spoke up.
         “Dylan, I’m worried about Jenks and Kip. Did you put them in that hammock in the barn? It’s going down to the upper fifties tonight. They’re naked and they only have each other to keep warm. You volunteered to look after them.”
         There was no other place to put them in the house, except maybe on the couch or in their bed, and Dylan didn’t like the idea of Kip being naked in bed with Henry all night.
         Just then, they heard the sound of the back door open.

         “Can you go check and see who that is?”
         “Sure.”

         Kip got up and went into the living room to find Jenks on the couch, shivering. He got a blanket from the linen closet, covered Jenks up with it, and then headed back outside. In the barn, he found Kip shivering, and he was glad that Henry had made him get up to come check.

         “Hey, Kip, buddy, let’s go inside. You’re too cold.”

         Dylan struggled to get Kip on his feet. As he tried to swing his legs out of the hammock, Kip nearly fell down. The walk to the cabin was challenging, Kip was shaking so badly, but he managed to get him up the stairs to the porch and into the back door. Once inside, Dylan saw no alternative but to put him in his bed with Henry. He sat Kip down, took off his boots and tried to tuck him in.

         “Holy fuck, Dylan. He’s shaking so badly. He’s freezing! Thank God you got him! Put him in the middle. I’ll get behind him and you get in front of him, and we’ll use our bodies to warm him up.”
         “I’ll be right back. I’m going to start a fire in the fireplace.”

         Dylan went into the living room and gathered up some kindling and a couple logs and set them on fire. He was hoping this would help Jenks warm up. Then he remembered everyone’s clothes and went back into the barn to try and collect as much as he could to bring it inside. Before heading back to bed, he covered Jenks with another blanket and put a couch pillow under his head.

         In the bedroom, he found Henry with his arm around Kip, cuddling up from behind. He got under the covers and backed up next to Kip who was still shaking. He lay awake for a long time, feeling disturbed, but not knowing exactly why.
         “Henry, I think I messed up today,” he whispered. But Henry did not respond, and a minute or two later he could hear the sound of him breathing in his sleep.

         Perhaps forty minutes later, Kip’s shaking had subsided, and Dylan finally fell asleep as well.

 

         Dylan awoke the next morning when Kip climbed over him to go into the bathroom. He listened as the toilet flushed and then the shower turned on. Glancing to the nightstand, he saw the clock said 8:47am, and decided to get up. He went into the bathroom and saw that Kip was just standing under the warm water. He wanted to apologize but wasn’t sure how to approach him. Nevertheless, he stepped into the large walk-in shower, hoping for inspiration.
         “Hey Kip, have you warmed up finally?”

         Kip didn’t acknowledge him.

         “Kip, I’m really sorry about last night. I was a prick.”

         He put his hand on Kip’s shoulder, but Kip shook him off. Chagrined, Dylan looked up to see Henry standing in the shower door.

         “Dylan, maybe I should handle this.”

         Dylan stepped aside and Henry sidled up to Kip.

         “Kip, you’re pretty pissed.”

         “No shit. I feel like my ass is broke. I might need to see a doctor and how the fuck do I explained that?”

         “If you need to see a doctor, I’ll take you to a walk-in clinic and I’ll just pay for it. No one would know. But I don’t think you will need that.”

         Henry put his hand on the back of Kip’s neck, but instead of pushing Henry to the side as he had done with Dylan, Kip turned to cuddle him. Dylan backed away and left the bathroom, got Kip’s clothes and backpack and put them on a bench next to the shower.

 

         Dylan went to the kitchen, made a bunch of scrambled eggs, stacked a small tower of toast, and got a big pot of coffee going. Not much later, Henry passed by with Kip who was heading out to his car.
         “Hey, I made a bunch of food and coffee if you want.”

         “I’m not hungry,” said Kip.

         He hesitated.

         “I guess I could use some coffee though, just black.”

         Dylan served him some and said to just keep the mug if he didn’t want to hang out. Just then, Tim and Sam appeared in their boxers.

         “Hey Kip, Sam and I could hear you were leaving. He says I owe you an apology. I’m sorry.”

         Kip glared back.

         “Well, I’m sorry, but I’m not ready to say it’s all OK, Preacher Boy.”

         Kip sipped the coffee and headed out the back door with Henry following behind. Sam and Tim went back upstairs, and Dylan watched Kip and Henry walk out to Kip’s Tesla. Kip put the coffee in the car’s cup holder and reemerged to say goodbye. From the window, Dylan saw them chatting, and then Kip leaned in to kiss Henry. They made out for nearly a minute before Kip got into the Tesla and drove off.

         Dylan remained standing at the kitchen sink, staring out the window, watching Henry come back toward the house. When Henry entered, he stood staring at Dylan’s back considering what to say.

         “So, I guess, yeah, even I can feel jealous,” Dylan uttered, knowing Henry was standing there.

         “Dylan, turn around.”

         Dylan turned to face Henry, then Henry looked him in the eye and spoke.

         “There’s something I’ve been wanting to say to you for a while. I keep putting it off, waiting for a better moment, which never seems to come. But I really don’t think I should wait any longer.”

         Dylan gripped the kitchen counter and tried to steel himself for an unfathomable loss. Everything was about to come crashing down; he had been careless, not appreciating the enormously beautiful thing it was to be sharing his life with Henry. A lyric from one of his mother’s favorite songs appeared in his head: “…let the story of my life with yours forever go untold…”

         Henry walked toward Dylan, bent down, and whispered in his ear.

         “I love you.”

         Dylan’s head fell against Henry’s chest, and Henry’s fingers penetrated Dylan’s massive curls until they reached his scalp. Dylan started to shake softly as he began to cry. After a few minutes, Henry spoke.

         “Dylan, you encouraged me to be with two guys you knew I liked, Tim and Kip. I’m not sure why you did this. To “get them out of my system”? Sure, it’s fun having sex with them. But while there’s always going to be more guys I like, I don’t want to actually have sex with them. I rather just be with you. I want to be in something that lasts, not dabble in the latest dude that I think is hot. Is that cool?”

         “Yeah.”

         “Let’s find other ways to be creative in sex.”

         “I love you too, Henry.”