When I woke up Monday morning, Brian was cradled in my arms. His skin was warm and soft, and he looked like an angel next to me in bed. I had to piss something fierce, so I got up to do it without waking him. I checked my alarm clock and saw that it was only five o'clock. I had set it for six, and even that would have been earlier than I needed to get up. When I got back in bed, Brian stirred a little. I lay there thinking about college, and the more I thought about it, the more nervous I got. I decided to put it out of my head and think about the precious boy next to me. That did the trick, only I got me a throbber for my trouble. If I don't touch it, it'll go down, I thought. Well, it didn't. I decided to get up and take a shower. I got in before the water had warmed up, and that distracted me enough that it finally went down. After my shower, I started to get dressed. "Come back to bed," Brian said. "I'm sorry I woke you up, Little Buddy," I said. "That's okay. Come here. I want to give you a kiss," he said. I got in bed again, and he kissed me real sweet. "This is for you, okay? It's your back-to-school present," he said. He kissed his way down my body to my dick, which was already hard again. He took that thing into his mouth, and he started my day for me the way every day should start. "I want to do the same thing for you," I said. "Tonight, okay? That was just for you, because I love you and want you to have something nice to think about at school." How can you beat something like that? God, I love him, I thought. We cuddled for a while. Brian smelled real good to me, sort of warm and toasty, almost. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel, but I knew he didn't want that right then. He had given me a gift, and it would cheapen it for me to insist. Brian and I were well suited in the sack. We made love just about every day some way or other, and about 90% of the time he was the bottom and I was the top. The only exception was oral, and I did him about as often as he did me. He came across to everybody as this sweet, innocent little boy, and he really was that. But I'm here to tell you, he wasn't a slacker when it came to sex. I used to think that I'd get tired of him or something, but that hadn't happened and I didn't think it was going to ever happen. "Little Buddy, I'm going to get up and get dressed, okay," I whispered. He didn't answer me. I looked at his face, and he was back asleep. I put on some of my new clothes. Kyle made me get new underwear and a bunch of new outer clothes. I put on some new bikini briefs, and they felt good and snug. Then I put on a pair of khaki cargo shorts, a nice Polo shirt, and my new deck shoes. I put some gel in my hair and combed it with my fingers. I thought I looked pretty good. Kyle was at the breakfast room table when I got down there. He was dressed in new clothes, too, and he looked good. "Hey," I said. "Hey. Where's Brian?" "He's still asleep. Tim, too?" "Yeah. I guess you didn't get any this morning either, huh?" "No, he took care of me. He just went back to sleep," I said. "What time did you get up?" "Five. I'm excited about the first day of school," he said. "I'm nervous, but I'm not really excited," I said. "You know we're all as proud of you as we can be, don't you?" He grinned at me. "Thanks, Bubba, but let's see how it all works out before you start getting too proud of me," I said. "It's going to work out," he said. * * * I drank some coffee and some juice, but I couldn't eat any breakfast. Everybody was pretty quiet at the table, and everybody looked great. Cody had spent the night, which I hadn't known about, so he was there, too. Cody and Alex were going to go in Cody's car, but I was going to take my truck. They had a math class from nine to 9:50, but I was through for the day at 8:50. Through until that night, that is. I planned to come home, put on my uniform, and go to work. The traffic wasn't bad at all, and we got there by twenty minutes to eight. "I want to get another cup of coffee," Cody said, after we had parked and gotten out of our vehicles. "Where are you going to get that," I asked. "The Student Union," he said. He seemed to know where he was going, and I followed him and Alex. They went into a gigantic building, and off to the left was a cafeteria. He got a cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup, and we headed to the Social Science Building, where our class was. We found the room easy enough and took a seat. There were a handful of other people in there already, but we had about ten minutes before class started. "I wish I could smoke a cigarette," I said. "You can outside," the guy next to me said. "In fact, I want one, too." Me and that guy went outside, and, sure enough, there was an ashtray and everything. We lit up. "I'm Justin Davis," I said, sticking out my hand to shake. "Paul Womack," he said, and we shook. "Is this your first day of college," I asked. "Naw. I'm a sophomore. What about you?" "This is my first class ever," I said. "I'm a little nervous." "Well, don't be. This professor is supposed to be the best there is on campus. I was surprised the class wasn't full when I registered for it. I guess it's the time of day. The eleven o'clock section was jam packed." "I'm glad it's going to be good," I said. "Are you from here?" "Naw. You?" "Naw. North Alabama," I said. "I'm not really from anywhere. My dad's in the Air Force, so we've lived all over," he said. "Do you have a job?" "The Laguna Hotel on the beach. You?" "Subway," he said. "Do you wait tables?" "No. I'm a bellhop," I said. Right as I was saying that, a middle aged guy in a dress shirt and tie opened the door to the classroom to go inside. "That's him. We better go in. Nice meeting you," he said. "Yeah, nice meeting you, too," I said. The professor called the roll after the bell rang, and he called us by our last name with Mister or Miss in front of it. I don't think anybody had ever called me Mr. Davis before, and that felt pretty good. He gave out some papers that he said had all the assignments and tests and what not on them. It had the word "syllabus" at the top, but I didn't know what that meant. I had started to bring a dictionary, but Brian had told me the night before that he didn't think the other kids would think that was cool. I didn't bring it, and now I was sorry. The first word in the class, and I didn't know what it meant. I didn't think that was a real good sign. The man started talking after he gave out those papers, and it was like he was telling a story or something. I glanced over at Cody and Alex a time or two, and I noticed they were writing stuff in their notebooks. I made a mental note to ask them about that afterwards. I listened real close to what the man was saying, and he was a very good story teller. I had read some of the textbook, and he was really just retelling what I had read, adding a detail here and there. Before I knew it, I heard a bell ring. "I'll see you Wednesday morning, ladies and gentlemen." I wasn't sure if you were supposed to clap or not, so I didn't. Nobody else did, and I'm glad I waited. "Is that it," I asked Cody and Lex. "That's it, Bubba. Your first college class," Lex said. "Shit, there wasn't nothing to that," I said. They both laughed, and ole Paul Womack laughed, too. "We'll see you later, Jus," Cody said. "Okay," I said. "Have a good one." Paul and I walked out together, and he lit up right away. "Have you got another class," I asked him. "Yeah, but not until ten. I've got an hour to kill," he said. "You want to get some coffee?" "Sure. Over in the Student Union?" I was impressed as I could be with myself that I knew what the hell that was. "Yeah. I'm going to grab some breakfast, too. I woke up too late to eat anything this morning," he said. By then my stomach was growling like Trixie, and some breakfast sounded mighty good. We went through the serving line. I got a cup of coffee and big plate of scrambled eggs, sausage, grits, and a biscuit. He got coffee and a couple of pieces of French toast. No meat, which was something I needed if I wasn't going to get too hungry before lunch. I figured that what I got would be seven or eight dollars. $2.35, tax and tip included. No tip, really, but that's all it was. Damn, I thought. This is the best bargain in town. We got us a table and started eating. He was a nice looking boy. The sleeve of his tee shirt pulled up a little bit when he ate, and I noticed he had a tattoo on his bicep. "Did I just see a tattoo on your arm," I asked. "Yeah. I just got it about a month ago. See?" He raised the arm of his shirt up, and there it was. "I've got one, too, but mine's down below. I can't show you in here," I said. "It's not very big. It's a little bullfrog catching a bug with its tongue." "Cool," he said. "My parents got pissed off when I got mine, but now they don't say anything about it." "Might as well not," I said. "True. Do you still live at home?" That question kind of threw me. Of course I live at home, I thought. Where the hell else would somebody live? Wasn't where you lived your home? I must have had a puzzled look on my face. "At home with your parents," he said. "Foster parents. Not real ones. I don't have real parents," I said. "Oh," he said. "It's cool, though. It's two guys, and they have some other foster kids. I'm not officially a foster anymore, though, since I turned eighteen." "And they still let you live there?" He seemed surprised. "Yeah," I said. "I don't guess you can smoke in here, huh?" "No. Let's step out to that little patio." We threw our trash away, and we went out there to smoke. I liked that guy a lot. He was friendly and nice, but I got the feeling he didn't know too many people. I guess I was going to be one he knew, though. * * * The day at work was pretty much the same as it always was. I had lunch with Lex. "I think I made me a friend today," I said. "That guy you went out to smoke with," Lex asked. "Yeah. His name is Paul Womack. We went and got breakfast at the Student Union after class, and we talked some. He's a real nice guy." "He's really good looking, too. Are you wanting to branch out," he asked, joking. "Shut up, man. You know better than that." "I don't know. It could happen," Lex said. "Never in a million years, dude," I said. "I know," he said. "Did I just do a 'got you last'?" "No, man. You were just teasing me. That's not the same thing. I'll tell you when, and if, you ever get me last," I said. He laughed, and I did, too. That afternoon, I had my English class. It was longer, for one thing, and there was a lady teaching it, for another. She paired us up, and we had to interview the other person to find out about him or her so we could introduce that person to the class. Well, guess what? I got Kyle as my partner. Of course, we were sitting next to one another, so that wasn't a surprise. "You ain't going to believe the shit I'm going to tell them about you," I said. "Oh, yeah? Two can play that game, you know?" "We know a lot about each other, don't we," I said. "We know too much to be playing this dumb-ass little game," he said. He wasn't watching how loud he was talking, and the boy and girl sitting next to us heard him. They both laughed. This is what I said about him when it was my turn to stand up. "I'd like to introduce Kyle Goodson. He's a senior at Beachside High School, and he's taking this class on something called dual enrollment. He lives at the beach, and he's a surfer and pool shark. He said no IQ test yet invented can get an accurate read on how smart he is, but he thinks he's in the same league as Mr. Potato Head. After talking to him for a few minutes, I think he's right." They all laughed. "He drives a leased Mazda 626, so you know how cool he is. Not." More laughing. "He almost drowned this summer surfing, but the devil himself pushed him back up to the surface because he couldn't handle him." More laughing. "Let me present, Mr. Kyle Goodson. Oh, and did I mention he's also my brother and best friend?" They laughed some more, and they clapped. They fucking clapped! I was about the tenth one to do it, and I was the first one who made them laugh. "Excellent, Justin," the lady said. "Now, Kyle, let's hear your introduction." "This guy's name is Justin Davis. He already told you we're brothers and best friends, and that was going to be my ace in the hole. What about him? He's a better athlete than I am, and he's smarter than I am. I'm Mr. Potato Head, but he's Mr. Turnip Head, which is a notch up." They laughed. "If you ever need kindness, this is the guy to go to. If you ever need some ass kicked, go to him for that, too." They laughed. "One time we were in New Orleans with a bunch of our people, and we came upon the Streetcar Named Desire. The real thing. An old trolley. Our grandpa said a writer by the name of Tennessee Williams wrote a play called A Streetcar Named Desire. Justin said if that guy could be Tennessee Williams, he wanted to be Alabama Davis. So I introduce to you Mr. Justin 'Alabama' Davis." They laughed and clapped. "Excellent, Kyle. Would you and Justin please see me right after class." I wondered what that was all about. I didn't like the sound of it. We did some more introductions, and they were boring as hell. Then she made us write something about what we had done that summer. This is what I wrote. I had a wonderful summer, and it included my eighteenth birthday, a trip to Boston, and a trip to Montana. We went to Montana to see our friend Chris, who was a foster kid in the same home I was a foster kid in until I turned eighteen. The difference is I still live there. Anyway, Chris is seventeen years old and just as gimped up as he can be. He has Cerebral Palsy, so he can't help it. Kyle Goodson, the guy I introduced, and I consider him our brother. Chris has been taking a lot of therapy since he's been in Montana, and he's doing a lot better. We did a lot of stuff, including some things you don't want to know about, but I think the one thing Kyle and I did was help Chris gain self-confidence and a sense that he can do whatever in the world he wants to do. He said that he wants to have two sons, and he's going to name them Kyle and Justin. To me, that was what made a great summer the best. We could leave after we finished writing our story. I was riding with the other three, of course, and they were taking the longest damn time to finish theirs. I was standing outside the classroom watching Kyle through a window. He was plugging away at that like he was writing the damn Declaration of Independence or something. They all were. I had me a smoke while I was out there, and I knew we still had to see that lady after school. Kyle finally turned his damn thing in, and she walked him to the door. "Kyle, do you know Gene Goodson," she asked. "Yes, ma'am, he's my daddy," Kyle said. "I thought so. And you know him, too, of course, don't you, Justin?" "Yes, ma'am," I said. "Kyle, your father has donated and raised more money for this college than anybody I know of, and he's kind of an icon around here." I mentally saw Mr. Gene's face on a computer screen that you could click on to make something happen. "Yes, ma'am," Kyle said. "But boys, don't let that go to your heads. I'll fail you in a minute, if you deserve it," she said. Kyle and I both laughed. She was so cool. "My daddy would want you to, if I deserved it," Kyle said. "But we're going to do good in your class." "Well. Do well," she said. Kyle was as confused as I was when she said that. "Thank you," Kyle said. "You do well, too." She laughed hard, and I thought that was a little bit odd. "Boys, we're going to have fun this semester," she said. "You're the kind I like." "Yes, ma'am," we both said together, neither one knowing what the hell she was talking about. "Good night, boys, and do well." * * * "So how was the first day, Jus," Kevin asked, as soon as we had gotten something to eat and were settled in the den. "It wasn't bad, Kev. I must say. I think I even made me a friend this morning." "Do tell," Kevin said. "There's nothing to tell. Just a really nice guy. We had breakfast together after class, and I really liked him. I think he liked me, too." "That's a first, isn't it," Rick said. "What do you mean?" "Well, your first friend outside the family and our circle," Rick said. "I guess," I said. "I've got a few friends at work, too, though." "Is he gay," Brian asked. "I don't know for sure, but I doubt it," I said. "Good," Brian said, and everybody laughed. "Get out of here," I said, and they laughed some more.
My first day of high school was good. Damn good. I walked into that place with Kyle on one side of me and Tim on the other, and I felt like we owned the damn place. Mrs. Ortega was in the lobby greeting everybody, and she actually remembered me. She said hi to Kyle and Tim and Brian, and she said hi to me by name! Wow! I couldn't believe it. "We call him Peanut," Kyle said, and he did his fingers about the size of a peanut. She laughed and slapped his hand. "Kyle, you're terrible," she said, laughing hard. I could tell she was somebody who really liked kids. "What's your real name, Chip," she asked. "It's Kyle," I said. "For real." "Oh, my goodness! Not another one," she said, laughing. "Yep. 'Fraid so, Miss Sally," Kyle said. "We're everywhere." She laughed again. "Kyle, don't forget, you have to make announcements at the end of first period." "Yes, ma'am," he said. Then, when we were down the hall and away from her, he said, "Fuck! I forgot I had to do that. Shit!" "You'll do great, Babe," Tim said. "I hope," he said. Well, he did do great, I thought. He was funny, too, just like he always is. When I saw his picture on that TV screen making those announcements, I thought, That's my big brother, and he's somebody around this place. They smuggled me and Denny out for lunch. My first period teacher told us freshmen weren't supposed to leave campus. Brian said he went almost every day last year, so it must not be a strictly enforced rule. We ate the buffet at the Starfish Motel. It was good, and it wasn't too expensive, either. "Did you know anybody in any of your classes," Brian asked me. "Yeah, quite a few from middle school, in fact, including a couple of the jerks who used to pick on me all the time," I said. "Did they say anything to you," Kyle asked. "Not to me, but I think they were talking about me. They'd look at me and then say something to one another and laugh," I said. "You let me know if they mess with you, you hear," Kyle said. "I mean it, now, Chip." "Okay," I said. My one class after lunch was PE, and it was fine. After school they dropped me off at home. I talked to my mom a while about my first day, and then I rode my bike over to their house to work out. It was just Tim and Brian, though. Kyle, Justin, and Alex had class at the college. When Kyle and Justin were there, a lot of times we worked out naked and then dove into the pool. Tim and Brian didn't seem to be into nudity as much as the two big boys were, so we just kept our clothes on until it was time to swim.
I could tell Chip was as proud as a peacock walking into school with me and Tim that morning, and, when Miss Sally remembered him, he was beside himself. She was such a nice lady, and I always had fun joking around with her. I think she probably got it when I told her his name was Peanut. She sure laughed like she did, if she didn't. Most guys would have been embarrassed to death by what I did, but I knew he wouldn't be. And he wasn't. My first period class was economics. The teacher was pretty cool, but, from looking at the book, the subject didn't seem very interesting. I had heard people before say it was hard, too. That and English were the only classes I had where I'd have any homework, and I already had plans to use my Leadership period when I could for most of that. After first period I had to make the announcements. They had a TV studio in a room close to the library, and that's where I had to do it. We had ten minutes between classes, so I didn't get to leave economics early or anything. The SGA sponsor was in there, but the TV teacher was in charge of the TV crew. "Kyle, from now on, you need to get here about ten minutes before the end of first period," the TV teacher said. "I went ahead and typed out the announcements this morning, but from now on you'll have to read them from handwritten slips. Those can sometimes be hard to decipher, so you need a few minutes to go over them before you read them on the air." I liked that expression, "on the air." "Oh, and Friday we're doing a half-hour news program, but some of the TV kids will anchor that. I still want you in here, but we're going to have live interviews in various places in the school, some video clips we're doing of football practice, a feature on the band. That kind of thing," she said. "We'll do a half-hour news show once a month on the first Friday for the rest of the year. And for any major stories that I just can't resist, if Mrs. Ortega will go along with it." That lady was named Ms. Tammy White, and she was probably in her late twenties. I had to admit, I could see how a boy would want to get after some of that stuff. She was blonde and beautiful. I had been in a couple of plays, so I wasn't really nervous about performing in front of the camera. Not that it was the same thing, but I didn't have stage fright or anything. We started every day with the pledge to the flag and a moment of silent meditation. Since the September 11 stuff, we played a video of the school chorus singing the national anthem, too, once a week. Since it was the first day of school, they did it all. Then it was my turn. I read the announcements just like they were written, but I made a couple of wisecracks, too. The people in the studio were laughing, but Ms. White wasn't. Afterward, she told me to stick to the news. I was raised not to argue with teachers and people like that, so I kept my mouth shut, even though I knew people had liked it. After that, I went to the "sports complex," a.k.a. the gym, for three hours of PE. The first hour-and-a-half was weight training, and the second hour-and-a-half was a course called "Lifetime Sports," stuff like archery, volleyball, badminton, horseshoes (Really!), bowling (only two alleys, though), golf, and tennis. You would have thought swimming would have been on that list, but it wasn't because the pool was being used for swimming classes. We sort of did it in rotation, but it was going to be for the whole year, not just first semester. Actually, weight training was for the whole year, too, so I figured I didn't need to worry about missing workouts at home when I had class and what not. I worked really hard in the weight room, and I didn't stretch out after I was finished. I figured the next class would take care of that. We weren't required to take showers at school, but I did that day because I was pure nasty after three hours of physical activity. I could just see myself toweling off and putting my nice new clothes back on for the rest of the day. Besides, I had class at the college that night, not to mention lunch and Leadership that afternoon. There were only about ten guys in the shower room, and I knew every one of them. We joked around, goosing one another and trying to pull on dicks. A couple of guys got about half hard because of that, but I didn't. I didn't say anything about it, either, because I knew they couldn't help it. Why embarrass a guy when it could just as easily be you? I had lunch with my boys, as usual. Chip's first period teacher had told them that freshmen weren't allowed off campus for lunch, but that just wasn't true. I had been on the review committee for the student handbook that summer, and we had discussed that matter. What the handbook said was, "Students, especially freshmen, should stay on campus for a balanced meal at lunch." One hard-ass teacher on the committee wanted to change "should" to "must," but everybody else, including Miss Sally, wanted to leave it the way it was. The fact of the matter was, the lunchroom food sucked, and everybody knew it. It wasn't so much how it tasted as it was the unbelievable combinations they came up with, like macaroni and cheese and turnip greens, with a plain hotdog as the meat. Of course, you could get pizza and Chik-Fil-A and salad bar, but you got tired of that. Plus, they didn't really give you enough. The place we went to was an all-you-can-eat buffet, and that food was cooked home style, right down to mashed potatoes that had been in the skins that morning. Anyway, lunch was good. We had a big table, with Tim, Brian, Chip, Denny, Chad, Gage, Philip, Ryan, Morgan, Blake, and me. It was quite a crew, and we ate our share, that's for sure. The couple that ran the place knew us, of course, since we went there every day during school, and they made a special dish for us for the first day of the school year. It was chicken pot pie, which I know doesn't sound all that special to a lot of people, but that damn stuff was to die for. I absolutely loved it, and I made a pig of myself on it, too. It wasn't possible to run a motel in Emerald Beach, Florida, without knowing my daddy, and they knew who I was. Their place wasn't all that nice compared to what we had, but that was the first place we walked people to when our places were full and people needed a place to stay. They appreciated the extra business they got out of that, and they took care of me and my boys to show it. That's an example of what it's like to live in a small town that you just don't find in a big city, I don't think. That night in the den at Kevin and Rick's house, after my English class, I started thinking about taking Leadership. That class was very practical and non-academic. The SGA sponsor was the teacher, and the whole idea was to get the student leaders in one place at the same time every day to plan for stuff, talk about ideas, organize things, and so on. For instance, SGA did homecoming, and that wasn't too far away. There was the football game, of course, but there was also a fish fry, bonfire, and extended pep rally on Thursday night before the game. The day of the game there was a parade. The homecoming court would be presented at the bonfire, and there was the dance on Saturday night, where the king and queen would be crowned. To get a queen, though, you had to have an election. Every bit of that had to be planned, and it was the job of the officers to plan it. And run it, too. I loved doing that kind of stuff, though. All those parties I had organized were going to pay off, if I could get the people to cooperate as good as my brothers did. Another thing I had to do was I was the chairman of the ICC, the Inter-Club Council. That was the presidents of every club on campus, and we basically had to coordinate all club activity in the school. That did not include sports teams, since they didn't really have presidents and their schedules and such were already set, except their fund raisers and banquets. The captains represented the teams for those things. The ICC kept the master calendar of activities. We had to approve fund raisers, like candy sales, car washes, dances, tee shirt sales, beach towel sales, dinners, fish frys, and such, and we had to make sure there weren't major conflicts where two groups wanted to use the fine arts auditorium or the gym or the cafeteria on the same day or night. We had to approve requests for things like dates for plays, band concerts, and chorus concerts. We had to coordinate contests, too. You don't want your chorus or band off at a contest the same weekend the drama club is putting on their big musical. That just couldn't happen. It would fuck everything up, if it did. Most people think of high schools as pretty simple places, but Beachside High School was a hell of a lot more complex than my daddy's business was. They think the football team is number one, and it is for a lot of people, but not for the kids who are looking to get a free ride scholarship to college because of band or debate or drama or Quiz Bowl or God knows what else. And what about basketball, baseball, track, wrestling, cheerleading, volleyball, golf, swimming, and all the rest? And we had a lot more sports than that. Ever hear of rhythmic gymnastics? We had it. Flag corps? We had it. Dance team? We had it. You name it; we had it. "I'm sorry, you can't compete for that $100,000.00 scholarship to Duke University as a cheerleader. The football booster club has a spaghetti supper to give that weekend, and the cheerleaders are needed here. You're out of luck." I don't think so! That's what ICC was all about, and I had to run that, too. Damn! I don't know what I was thinking when I let those people talk me into running for SGA president, but I had made my choice, no matter how ignorant I was at the time, and I couldn't do anything about it now. When I thought about all of that, I sort of resented Miss Sally telling me my schedule didn't look very academic. I loved her to death, but who the fuck did she think I was? My daddy, with a staff of 250 people? "What's the matter with you? You look down as a dog," Justin said. "I was just thinking about everything I have to do at school. I'm taking Leadership, and I got bombarded today," I said. "Are you feeling a little bit stressed," Kevin asked. "No, sir. Not a little bit." "A lot stressed," Rick asked, grinning. "Yeah," I said. "Not only that, but I worked out too hard this morning, and everything hurts. My thighs, especially." "Why don't we give him a massage," Brian said. "If you do that, do it upstairs," Kevin said. "Come on, Kyle. Let's go, Bubba," Jus said. He gave me his hand to help me up from the sofa. When I stood up, my right calf cramped, and I almost fell down. "Damn, you must have poured it on today," Jus said. "I didn't stretch out good after my workout. I had another PE class, and I thought that would take care of warming me down. It must not have," I said. The three of them went up to our room with me. "Take your clothes off," Jus said. "Buddy, get a couple of towels, please." Brian got two big towels. "I've got some lotion," Tim said. "I'm taking my clothes off so I don't get lotion all over them." He stripped down to his briefs, and Jus and Brian did the same thing. I was totally naked by then, though. I laid down on my front side so they could start on my back. Justin started on one leg, Tim on the other, and Brian took care of my shoulders and neck. "I'm probably going to get a hard-on," I said. "We're probably going to get 'em, too," Jus said. "We'll see about that later, though." It felt wonderful having three strong boys working my muscles, kneading them, stretching them, rubbing out kinks. They worked on me a long time, too. When they massaged my butt, Justin ran his hand down my crack to my hole a few times. Tim giggled when he did that, and I just knew Jus had a big ole grin on his face. Brian finished with my neck and shoulders and started working my arms. After about thirty minutes of that heavenly massage, they made me turn over. Just as I had predicted, I was hard as a rock. Now that I could see them, I saw that all three of them were hard, too. What they did to my thighs had to be about the best thing ever, short of an orgasm. Tim teased me by tickling my nut sack every time he got near it, and he was smiling his face off at making my dick bounce. I have a spot between my balls and my hole that is super-sensitive to pressure, and Tim knew just exactly how to do it. If he did it long enough, and sort of rubbed his thumb around down there, he could make me come, and he knew it. He was doing that, and it felt incredible. He would stop before I got to the point of no return, though. They worked on the front of my body as long as they had my back side. Timmy was nothing but a devil, touching my dick, running a finger up the bottom side of it, all the time licking his lips like he was sucking me off. I laughed a few times at how cute he looked doing that. Brian was devil enough on his own when it came to my nipples. He was pretending to massage my pecs, and he did do some of that, but he was steady working those nipples, too. Tim went back to that spot behind my balls, and that time he worked it like he meant business. It didn't take me long to get there, either. I unloaded right on my chest, and one shot got as far as my shoulder. Once I had shot off, they left me alone and attended to themselves. Before I knew it, I had three more loads of cum on my upper body. "You look like one of those sex boys in a porno tape," Jus said. I wiped it off with one of the towels. "Only they would smear it all over themselves," Tim said. "I've never understood why they do that." "They think it looks hot, that's why," I said. "It just looks messy to me. Guys, thanks for the massage. I feel much better." "I thought doing it was fun," Brian said. "We ought to take turns sometimes. Kyle, I felt like I was giving you a very intimate present." "I think that's a good idea, Bri. Only next time, when I'm giving it, I want to be naked, too," I said. "Jus, you're up next, okay? Maybe tomorrow night? How does that sound?" "It sounds great. I can come," he said, and we all laughed at his pun. * * * The three of us gave Justin a massage the next night, and for me the experience created a closeness among the four of us that was even deeper than we had had before. We were serious in not wanting to have out-and-out sex together, although some people might consider what we did "having sex." We looked upon it as a way of giving physical pleasure to one another while reserving real sex for our partners. We talked to Jeff about it later in the week after everybody had had a turn, and he said he thought it was a good solution to our need for physical intimacy with one another. "I actually thought you guys were having sex with each other. I thought it was sort of inevitable, being as close as you all are," he said. "I think it's made us love each other more," Jus said. "I know I does me." "Me, too," Tim said, and Brian and I agreed. The school year was off to a good start, and that was an added dimension. After that, about once a month or six weeks we'd give a round of massages, and we always looked forward to the next time. |