I am in love with Denny Morgan. I have been since the first day of school, but I had never had a private conversation with him, until recently. He is probably the best sophomore debater, and his parents had sent him to Debate Camp at Emory the summer before. If I had known about it, I knew my parents would have let me go, too, but I didn't find out about it until after it was full. Anyway, Denny is everything I have been looking for in a boyfriend, and I really do think he is gay. I mean, he doesn't "act gay," but the rumor is he lives in a gay foster home, just for gay guys. One afternoon after school, Denny and I were both in the library at school. It was just about deserted. They kept it open until 4:30, even though school was over at 2:30, and he and I were in there doing research for debate. That day I finally worked up the nerve to talk to him. It turned out he is gay. And I told him I am, too. He is the first and only person I’ve ever told. He called me that night. "Hey. What are you doing?" he asked. "My trig homework. Mr. Lawley's an awesome teacher, but he gives a lot of homework," I said. "I know. Mike's a friend of ours, but he does give a lot of homework," Denny said. "Mike? You call him Mike?" I asked. I was shocked. "I don't call him that at school, but, yeah. When he's bare-ass naked in our yard and I'm handing him a beer, I call him Mike," Denny said. "Is he . . . " "Gay? Yes, he is. His partner is Pat Taylor, and Pat is the brother of our preacher," Denny said. "You're blowing my mind," I said. "A preacher's brother is gay?" "Yeah, and so is the preacher," he said. "It takes all kinds." "I had a good time this afternoon with you. I really like you," I said. "Let's do it again tomorrow. But get some money, okay?" I laughed. "I usually have money on me. I just didn't have any today," I said. "We can do stuff where you don't have to spend money, you know? I just want to spend time with you," he said. "Me, too," I said. "I really like you," he said. "I really like you, too," I said. "Maybe someday we can be boyfriends," he said. "Did you love it that Kyle made us kiss today?" "Of course I loved it. That was the first kiss I ever had," I said. "Cool," Denny said. "Was that your first kiss, too?" I asked. There was a long pause. "No," he said. "I didn't think so," I said. "But that's okay. I know you've had boyfriends before." "A boyfriend. Not boyfriends," he said. "Did you have sex with him?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "I told you that this afternoon, remember?" "Can I ask you a question?" I said. "Sure. What?" "What did you and your boyfriend do when you had sex?" I asked. "I figured that was what your question was going to be. We kissed. Tongue kissed, not like I kissed you today. Rubbed each other all over, touched each other's dick, sucked each other's nipples. A few times we got brave and sucked each other's dick," he said. "Oh, we also rimmed each other and rubbed each other's prostate. That's about all." Just listening to him say that made my dick harder than it already was. It was uncomfortable, so I unzipped my shorts to give it room, and I noticed a big, wet spot on my underwear. I pulled the waistband of my briefs down below my balls, and my dick was sticking up out of the fly of my shorts. I couldn't resist touching it. "I don't know what those last two things are. I mean, I know what your prostate is, but how did you get to it?" I asked. "You get to it through the butt. You have to be real careful, but it feels wonderful. You lube up a finger and stick it right in. When you hit the prostate, you just rub it gently. Do you make pre-cum when you get hard?" he asked. "I don't know. What is it?" I asked. "It's clear, sticky stuff that comes out of your dick when you get a hard-on," he said. That must have been what got my briefs wet, I thought. "Yeah, I do. Why?" "When you rub another guy's prostate, he makes a lot of that stuff. I'm making a ton of it right now," he said. "Do you have a hard-on?" I asked. "Yeah. Don't you?" he said, sounding surprised that I would ask that. "Yeah. I've got mine out," I said. "Mmmm. I'd like to see it," he said. "I'd like you to see it, too," I said. "Would you touch it, if you saw it?" "Would you want me to?" he asked. "Yes," I whispered. "What? I didn't hear you," he said. "Yes," I said a little louder. I was really close to shooting, and I was afraid I'd get my stuff all over my bed. I got up to get a tissue from my desk. When I sat back down, my dick erupted. I caught most of it, but that was the biggest load I could ever remember. I must have gasped or moaned or something when I shot. "Yes, I'd touch it. What just happened?" he asked. "Nothing. I was afraid I was about to sneeze," I said. I was too embarrassed to tell him the truth. I had heard of phone sex, of course, but that wasn't really what we were doing. I didn't want him to think I'm stupid or some little kid who can't control himself. "Did you do the reading for AP Euro yet?" he asked. "Most of it," I said. I wanted to get back to talking about sex, but I didn't know how to do that without sounding like a horn dog, or something. Then I thought of a question. "How long are you supposed to wait before you have sex with a guy you're dating?" I asked. "I don't know. I guess some guys do it on the first date, and some never do it for a real long time," he said. "Why? Do you want to have sex?" Yes! Of course I wanted to have sex. I didn't want him to think bad of me, though. "Do you?" I asked. "Eventually," he said. "We'll know when it's right. Well, I just called to see how you were doing. I haven't even started my history reading yet. I finished my trig, though. I'll see you tomorrow." "Okay. Thanks for calling. Don't forget, we have a date after school," I said. "I won't. Bye," he said. "Bye," I said, and we hung up. After the phone call, I took a shower, put on fresh briefs, and finished my homework. * * * Denny and I had all four classes together, and I had a really hard time concentrating on anything but him. The debaters tended to eat lunch together at the same table in the cafeteria every day, but Denny was never there. I didn't know what he did for lunch, so I asked him. "We have the buffet at the Starfish Motel. Do you want to go?" he asked. Every now and then one of the debaters who had a car would take some of us off campus for lunch, but usually everybody sat around at school talking about debate. I wasn't going to miss that chance to be with Denny, though. "Sure," I said, as we were leaving third period. "Well, let's hurry up before we get left," he said. We met up with four other guys in the senior parking lot. Denny introduced me, and it was Tim Murphy, Brian Mathews, Murray Schultz, and Chip Rooney. Tim had a Jeep that only seated four people, but we all piled in. "We can take my car, too," Brian said. "This is okay," Tim said. "Tim, drive us to the junior parking lot, please. This isn't safe, and you know it," Brian said. Tim laughed, but he did what Brian said. Denny and I stay wedged in the back seat of the Jeep, Murray stayed in the front seat, and Brian and Chip went in Brian's car. When we went inside, there were other boys waiting for us at a big table. They introduced me to them. I don't remember all of their names, though. Altogether, there were about twelve boys at the table. Denny and I mostly just listened to what they were talking about. The ones who did most of the talking were Brian, Tim, and a guy named Reid, who was a senior. Once we were back at school, Denny and I went right to the debate classroom, even though we still had about five minutes before the bell. I wished Denny and I could be partners, but my partner and I were in our second year together. He was also my best friend, and I knew it would hurt his feelings really bad if I dropped him for Denny. Besides, Denny and his partner were an awesome team, and I doubted Denny wanted to leave him for me. "That was a great lunch," I said. "Thanks for asking me." "You're welcome. Those are nice guys, aren't they?" he said. "Yeah. Are they all, er, like us?" "You mean, are they all gay?" he said. "Shhh. Not so loud," I said. He laughed. "I'm sorry, but everybody in here knows I'm gay, I think, so I don't really think about having to be careful," he whispered. "But, no, they're not all family. That's what we say. We say they're family if they're like us." "Who isn't family?" I asked. "Morgan, Blake, Riley, and Chip," he said. "Everybody else is family." "Wow! How many family are in this school?" I asked. I knew a couple of gay kids, and I had my suspicions about a few others, but they didn't include any of those people who were at lunch with us. "I don't know. Probably in the neighborhood of 130 or 140. 'Out' family? Probably sixty or seventy," he said. "That's pretty amazing," I said. "We're everywhere," he said. * * * That afternoon was pretty much a repeat of the day before, only we left school earlier to go to Burger King. It was actually more private there than it was in the library. Since we weren't getting anything done on debate anyway, we might as well be at the restaurant. After that, we spent as much time together as we could. Some days we'd go to my house and hang out, and sometimes we'd just stay at school and talk. I had to work at the hardware store all day on Saturday and every other Sunday afternoon, and, with the hard schedules we both had, plus debate, we spent a lot of time doing homework. We kissed a few more times after that first time, but, for all practical purposes, we were nothing more than good friends. I wanted a boyfriend, though, and I was starting to get a little impatient. That changed, however, the weekend before Thanksgiving. It was an out-of-town debate trip to Pensacola for a tournament at the University of West Florida. It worked out great because Denny's partner couldn't go on the trip because his family was going back to where he had moved from to spend the whole week with his grandparents. My partner got diagnosed with a pretty bad case of mono the week before the trip, and his parents wouldn't let him go. "Johnny, I'm real sorry I can't go," Jesse said when he called to tell me. "I feel like crap, though, man, and I wouldn't be able to do any good, anyway." He still called me Johnny sometimes. He and my grandfather were the only holdouts. I never said anything to either one of them about that, though. "I guess I won't be able to go," I said. "Maybe you will. Denny Morgan's partner isn't going. Maybe Mrs. Ruddick will let you and Denny be partners," Jess said. That was too good to be true, but that's exactly what happened. It was a tradition that same-sex partners roomed together on trips, and that was even better. Not only would Denny and I be partners, we'd have some privacy, too. We went straight to the University from Emerald Beach on Friday, and we finished at five that afternoon. I was pretty tired, but Denny and I had done well in the three rounds we debated that day. After we ate and checked into the hotel, he and I went to our room. "I'm slammed," he said, flopping on the bed. "You better take your suit off, don't you think?" I said. "Yeah," he said. "How do you sleep?" "Just in my underwear," I said. "Good. Me, too," he said. He got up and took his clothes off. Denny had an okay body, not especially big or muscular or anything, but when I saw him in just his briefs--bikini briefs, at that--I popped a hard-on instantly. "Aren't you going to get comfortable?" he asked me. "In a minute," I said. When and if my erection goes down, I thought. He did something then that was going to change my life. He walked over to the chair I was sitting on, extended his hand to me, and made me stand up. "May I kiss you?" he asked. "Yes," I said. Oh, yes! He kissed me gently at first, softly, and lovingly, too, I was hoping. Then he kissed me harder. His tongue was on my lips, and I opened them for him. Finally, a long, deep, passionate kiss. I was so excited I could barely breathe. We pulled away from our kiss, but he was holding me around the waist. "Was that okay?" he asked. "It was wonderful," I said. "I don't want to go too fast and scare you," he said. "And if I ever start to do something that you don't like or that scares you or makes you uncomfortable, tell me right away and I'll stop." "Okay," I said. "Why don't you take your clothes off down to your underwear?" I was very embarrassed, and I'm sure I was blood red. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Don't laugh, okay? I have an erection," I said. "You mean like this one?" he asked, pulling back from me and gesturing to his own crotch. I sat back down and smiled. "Did kissing me make that happen?" I asked. "Yep," he said, grinning. "You arouse me, boy." I got undressed, but I was still embarrassed for him to see me hard. What happened next, though, changed that, too. He grabbed me up for another kiss once I was out of my clothes, and I could feel his erection rubbing on mine through our underwear. We stood there holding each other, touching. He started licking my ear, and that was all it took. I shot into my briefs. He rubbed himself against me a little bit more, and he did the same thing. "Ohhhhh," he said, and I moaned, too. * * * There were two double beds in the room, but we slept together in one of them. The next morning we messed up the second bed in case somebody came in while we were getting ready to go, but one bed was all we needed. That was a short tournament, and we had three more rounds on Saturday morning before leaving after lunch. That Friday night, we had sex--or made love, as Denny called it--three more times before we crashed into sleep. That was the night I saw a boy, other than myself, hard for the first time. That was the first time I touched another penis, and that was the night I discovered how great my nipples made me feel when he played with them or sucked them. "Do you think I'm no longer a virgin?" I asked the next morning. "You're definitely no longer a virgin," he said. "You don't need to screw to stop being a virgin. At least that's what the other guys say." Up until then, Denny had made every first move. When he said that, I grabbed him and kissed him without him starting it. We kissed for a long time, with plenty of tongue, and we both got hard again. Again, like the night before, we rubbed our erections together standing in the middle of the room. That time we were both naked, though, and we shot our stuff all over each other. "Are we boyfriends now?" I asked. "Definitely," he said, smiling sweetly.
"Hello," I said, answering the phone in my room. "Have you seen Sean?" It was Colleen. "No, he's out of town," I said. "Not anymore. I saw him at a restaurant tonight, and, buddy, he looked like shit," she said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "He has a black eye, a bandage on his right cheek, and one of his fingers is in a splint." "What happened?" "I don't know. I didn't talk to him. In fact, I don't even know if he saw me. I was with my parents, and he was with all those hunky guys he lives with. You need to get your ass over there to see about him," she said. "My mom's not going to let me go out this late on a Sunday night," I said. "I'll call him." "Call me right back, you hear?" "Okay. Bye." Gosh, I thought. I wonder what could have happened. I had overheard some people talking a few days before, and they were saying that somebody, some gay guy, had turned into a slut. They shut up as soon as they saw me. I knew they couldn't have been talking about me, but I wondered if maybe they had been talking about Sean. He and I were still dating, but he had seemed a little distant the last two or three times we did something together. I knew he wanted anal sex, and I knew he wanted me to be the bottom. I just wasn't ready for that yet, if I ever would be. I didn't know about him. I decided to call him on his cell. "Hello," he said when he answered. "Hi," I said. "How was the trip?" "It was all right. There were nine of us in an eight-seater, and that was an awful lot of 'togetherness.'" "Did you do any fun stuff?" "Yeah. Some of it was fun. A lot of it was boring history shit, though. These guys get off on forts and shit like that. No amusement parks," he said. "Did anything out of the ordinary happen?" There was a long pause, and I thought the connection might have been broken. "Sean? Are you there?" "Yeah, I'm still here. Who'd you talk to?" "What do you mean?" "Did Colleen call you? I think I saw her tonight," he said. He was certainly acting weird. "Yeah, I just talked to her. Why?" "That bitch," he said. "I was afraid that was her." "Babe, why are you acting like this? What's wrong?" "I got the shit kicked out of me, okay? I'm sure she told you I look like crap, didn't she? Well, I do, and I feel like crap, too. My balls are so sore I can barely walk. I got a busted collar bone, a dislocated finger, and a cut on my cheek," he said. "Jesus, Baby. I'm so sorry. Were you robbed? How'd it happen?" "Naw, I wasn't robbed. You don't want to hear about it," he said. "Yes, I do. I care about you, Babe," I said. "If we're boyfriends, I should know everything about what happened." "All right, but you're not going to like it," he said. "It's not pretty." "Let me be the judge of that," I said. "Come on. Tell me." "Okay. I was giving this guy a blowjob. He rammed his dick down my throat and made me puke all over him. Then he beat me up for doing it." "Who was it? One of your brothers? Was it Justin?" "Oh, hell, no. He's not like that. None of them are. Besides, none of them would ever have sex with me. I don't know who he was. Just a trick, okay?" I was stunned, both at what he had done and at the fact that he told me about it. I didn't know what to say. "Scottie? Are you there?" "Yeah." "Are you pissed off at me?" he asked. "I'm numb, Sean. I don't know how I feel right now. I'll talk to you tomorrow," I said, and I hung up before he could even say goodbye. I didn't know what to think. Did he need sex that badly that he would just pick up random guys off the street for a quick blowjob? I could almost understand it if it had been one of his brothers. I mean, I could imagine a situation where he and Kyle, or he and Justin were fooling around, playing, or something, and they both got hard. I mean, that might be a pretty difficult situation to walk away from, but a random trick? That word made it sound like prostitution or something. He hasn't even given me a blowjob, and I'm his boyfriend. He's licked it and kissed it a few times, but never a real blowjob. My phone rang. I checked the caller ID, and it was Sean. I didn't know if I wanted to answer it or not. Suddenly, it stopped ringing. "Scottie. It's for you. It's Sean. Don't stay on the phone too long. You've got school tomorrow," my mother said. "Okay," I said. "Hello." "Can I come over? I think we need to talk." "It's late, man. My mom's not going to let you come over this late," I said. "I'll sneak into your room. Please, Scott. This is important to me. To us," he said. "Okay, but don't expect any sex, you hear?" "No. This isn't about sex. I'll be there in five minutes," he said. "Okay, but be careful. I'll take the screen off my window," I said. "Okay. Bye. I love you," he said. "Bye," was all I said in reply. There was a tap on my door. "Come in," I said. My mother opened the door to talk to me. "Was Sean just checking in? Did he have a good time on his trip?" "Yeah. He had a good time," I said. "It's ten o'clock, and I'm going to bed. Did you finish all of your homework?" "Yes, ma'am," I said. "Good. Don't stay up too late. School tomorrow. I love you, sweetie." "Yes, ma'am. I love you, too, Mom. Good night." "Good night," she said, and then she left. Fortunately, she slept like a log. She had one of those Hepa Filter machines in her room because of her allergies, and she kept it on "high" at night. That thing made enough noise to drown out just about anything, even the phone if the ringer was set on low. Which it was, so my friends could call late at night. That was a blessing. I turned on the overhead light in my room, and I took care of taking the screen out of my window. It was pretty chilly, so I closed the window again. I was in just my briefs because I was ready for bed, but I put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. I didn't want him getting any ideas. It took Sean about ten minutes to get to my house. He really did look like shit, like Colleen had said. I got him inside without making any noise, and I turned on the TV set to give some background sound. "We have to talk real low. My mom's already in bed," I said. "No kiss hello?" he said, barely above a whisper. "Not tonight, okay? I'm really not feeling all that good about you right now," I said. "I can understand that. That's why I wanted to talk to you. I really care about you and for you," he said. "Yeah, but not enough to keep from giving another guy a blowjob, right?" "Don't hold that against me, okay? I made a big mistake, and I'm paying for it. I still hurt like hell, and I probably will for several days. But is what I did really all that bad?" he asked. "I don't know, Sean. You tell me," I said. "Are we boyfriends, or aren't we?" "We're boyfriends, but do we have to be exclusive? Aren't you tempted to get with another guy sometimes? When you and I have sex, I think of it as making love with somebody who is very dear to me. When I had sex with that guy, it was just sex. Nothing more," he said. "How did it even come about?" I asked. "Look. You really don't want to know all of that. I was high, and he was high. I had been drinking, too, and so had he. I was also afraid he would rape me if I didn't do it," he said. "He said he would, anyway, and he was big enough to do it, too." "Well, that sort of changes things," I said. "Yeah. Scottie, I was pretty desperate to survive. His name was Billy. That's all I know. I met him earlier that day when the others were flying airplanes. He told me he had weed, and he asked me if I wanted some. He picked me up that night after we got home to the hotel, and that's what happened. And that's all that happened. You have to believe me," he said. "I guess you're not really a very good cocksucker," I said. He smiled and chuckled a little. "I guess not," he said. "Hell, I haven't even done that with you. But that can change, if you'll let it." Every rational instinct told me to send his ass home, but when he said that, I started reacting sexually. I had fantasized about getting a blowjob for years, and I figured he and I would get around to that eventually. "Come here," he said. I pulled closer to him on the bed. He put his arms around me, and we kissed. We kissed for a long time, as passionately as we had ever kissed before. He started taking my shirt off me, and then my jeans and underwear. In no time, it seemed, he had my dick in his mouth, and the feeling was spectacular. He tickled my balls and rubbed my butt crack. He got me on my back and licked my balls. Then he went further down to my asshole, and he licked that, too. It was unbelievable. With my dick in his mouth, I shot my load. I almost passed out, it was so long and strong. "Am I forgiven?" he asked, smiling the smile that only he could manage. "You're forgiven," I said and smiled back at him. "Can I spend the night?" he asked. "No. My mother would freak if she found out, and she would find out. How did you get here, by the way?" "I borrowed Tim's Jeep," he said. "Tim let you borrow his Jeep?" "He doesn't know I have it," he said. "I don't have a license, remember? I'm going this week for it, though. I thought my fucking parents were going to give me a car for my birthday, but I didn't even get a card, much less a car." "When was your birthday?" I asked. "October 7th," he said. "You didn't tell me that was your birthday. I would have gotten you a present," I said. "I didn't tell anybody. I figured if my own parents didn't care about it, nobody else would, either," he said. "That makes me sad, Sean. Everybody should celebrate their birthday in some way. I'll take you out to eat and to a movie next Saturday for a belated celebration, okay? Oh, Baby, I feel awful about this." "Okay. Well, if I can't spend the night, I guess I'd better go," he said. "Aren't you going to let me take care of you?" I asked. "Not tonight. This was for you. Besides, I came in my pants when I was doing you," he said. "Okay. Thank you, Sean. I love you," I said. He kissed me gently. "I love you, too," he said. I told him good night as he was crawling out my window. I dropped the screen on the ground when I was trying to put it back in place. I hoped my mom wouldn't notice it, and I wrote myself a note to remember to put it back the next day. As I was closing the blinds, the phone rang. I caught it on the first ring. "What did he say happened?" Colleen asked. "And why the fuck didn't you call me back?" "He said he was mugged by three guys. They stole his money, but they threw his wallet back at him when he was on the ground. He just left here. That's why I haven't called you back. He's okay, though." "No more dirt than that? That's hardly worth taking a beating over," she said. We both laughed. "Not everyone is a drama queen, my dear," I said. "Obviously," she said. "He told me tonight that October 7th was his sixteenth birthday. His parents didn't even send him a card, much less buy him the car he thought he was getting. He didn't tell anybody it was his birthday because he thought nobody would care," I said. "Poor baby! We'll have to plan something to make up for that. Is he going to school tomorrow?" "I don't know. I didn't ask him," I said. "You didn't ask him? I swear, Scott, we simply must do something about your lack of interrogation skills. How do you expect to function as a gay man in this day and age without good interrogation skills? That's where gossip comes from, sweetie," she said. I love Colleen. She always makes me laugh. "I need to go to sleep," I said. "I love you, Fag-Hag-In-Chief." "And I love my little fag, too. Nighties." "Goodnight," I said and hung up the phone. I put my briefs back on, turned off the TV, and got in bed. As I was putting on my underwear, I thought that blowjobs were good in lots of ways, one of which was convenience. No mess to have to contend with.
I didn't go straight home when I left Scott's house. I had lied to him when I said I got off blowing him, and I was horny as hell right at that moment. There was a convenience store not far from our house that had a gay night attendant. The first time he and I had hooked up was over a pack of cigarettes. There's this stupid law that says you have to be eighteen to buy cigarettes. You don't have to be eighteen to smoke 'em; just to buy 'em. Well, the guy didn't want to sell me a pack because I didn't have ID that said I was eighteen. He was swishy as hell, so I took a chance and offered him a blowjob in return for letting me buy some. At first he thought I was joking. Then I showed him the bulge in my shorts from my hard-on, and he believed me. He and I went into the storeroom, and I sucked him off. He ended up giving me a pack for free. That particular night, I was with Tim and Brian. The three of us had gone to a movie together, and they waited in the car for me. "He sold them to you?" Brian asked me when I finally came out. His voice sounded like he was surprised. "Yeah," I said. "What took you so long?" Tim asked. "It was only, like, ten minutes," I said. "I know. Did you have to take a dump?" Brian asked. "We saw you go to the back with the guy." "Yeah. Nasty bathroom, too," I said. Ever since that night, I've popped in from time to time for smokes and a blowjob. Kyle buys me a pack now and then, but I smoke way more than he supplies. The first couple of times it was me blowing him, but then he told me he wanted to blow me sometimes, too. I didn't have a problem with that, of course, so now we sort of take turns. I didn't know whose turn it was that night after Scott's house, but that wouldn't matter. He'd blow me if I asked him to. "Hi," I said when I went into the store. "Hi, yourself. My God, Sean. What happened to your eye?" he asked. "Long story. I got mugged in St. Augustine. Can I get some smokes?" "Absolutely," he said, handing me a box of Marlboros. "I'd like to have a bit of a smoke myself." He winked. "I was counting on it," I said, smiling back. "Well, let's go. You know the place," he said. He got down and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. He liked to fondle me before doing it, but I didn't want him to that night. "Be careful. My balls are in bad shape right now," I said. He eased my briefs down. "I'll say. They're all bruised and look a little swollen. Was that from the mugging?" "Yeah," I said. Get on with it, I thought. This isn't a date. He played with my dick a little, but he was careful of my balls. He liked for me to be hard when he put it in his mouth, for some reason. I preferred to start with a softie and make it hard myself. It didn't take long for me to get ready, and it might have been just my imagination, but I thought he did an extra-good job that night. Once that matter was taken care of, I got back in the Jeep and lit up a smoke. What to do and where to go, I thought. I had heard there was sometimes action at the County Pier, but I wasn't real sure where it was, and I didn't know if this late on a Sunday night anybody would be around. I had no intention of going to school the next day, not looking like I looked, so going to bed didn't really appeal to me. I wished Scott had let me sleep over at his house, but I understood why I couldn't. After I finished my smoke in the parking lot, I decided to just go on home. I had a computer in my room, and I thought maybe I could chat up some cyber sex or something. I killed the lights on the Jeep before I turned into the driveway. At the very start of the driveway, I also killed the engine and coasted into a parking place. Then I realized it wasn't where Tim usually parked it, but I didn't want to take a chance starting it up to move it. I walked around the house and carefully opened the back door. The dogs slept in the laundry room, which was right off the back foyer, and I was extra careful not to wake them up. They kept an extra set of keys to each vehicle on a pegboard next to the back door, in case one of them had to be moved and the owner wasn't available. I returned the keys to the Jeep to where they belonged, and that's when one of the fucking dogs woke up. It was Krewe. She was a cute dog, and all, but she had a nasty habit of barking once or twice to tell you hello. She came out of the laundry room, saw me, and barked not once, not twice, but three fucking times. "Shhh," I said. She was all happy to see me, like they both always were, and she was wagging her tail and poking me with her nose for me to give her some attention. I stooped down to pet her so she'd go back to bed, and I must have spent more time doing that than I realized. All of a sudden, the kitchen lights come on, scaring the crap out of me. It was Justin and Brian, both naked with semi-hard dicks. "Fuck!" Justin said. "You scared the crap out of us, Sean. What are you doing, man?" "I needed cigarettes, so I walked down to the Jiffy Store for a pack," I said. "I'm staying out of school for a few days until my face looks better." "These here on this counter weren't to your liking? They're your brand, man," Justin said. "I didn't want to smoke somebody else's cigarettes," I said. "Those must be yours, I guess." I knew he was suspicious, and you might know it would be just my luck for a pack of my brand, actually the brand of every smoker in the house, to be out on the counter in plain view. "They're either mine or Kevin's, but it doesn't matter who they belong to. You could have had one, or the whole pack, and you know it. This ain't the first time you've snuck out of this house, is it?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "Look here, Bubba . . . " He started toward me, and I must have cringed. "Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you. I want to talk to you, though," Justin said. He put his arm around my shoulder. Even though I had just come a few minutes before from the blowjob at the convenience store, having that big, naked stud wrap his arm around me boned me up in three heartbeats. "Sean, we're worried to death about you, man. We care about you, Bubba," he said. "I didn't think you liked me or cared about me," I said. "Well, I do. I don't trust you as far as I can throw you, but I do care about you. We all care. You got beat up pretty bad in St. Augustine. I don't know the details, and they're really none of my business, but I can guess the 'in generals' of that whole deal. That was just a beating. The next time it might be your life, Bubba. Don't you see that?" "Well, I'm not sure my life's all that valuable to anybody," I said. "Oh, man! Don't say that. Of course you're valuable. Why would you think that?" Justin asked. "Tell that to my fucking parents," I said. "Are you having sex with everybody so you'll feel valued?" Brian asked. "Ask your boyfriend. He did the same damn thing, didn't he?" I said. "Let's go up to our room so we can talk in private, okay, Sean? Somebody might come in here looking for a snack or something," Justin said. "I don't want you guys ganging up on me," I said. "You and Little Miss Puppy Dog." He pulled his arm from around me, and I thought he was going to punch me. I almost wished he would. "All right. That's it. Fuck you, Sean. Let's go, Little Buddy. We ain't going to do any good with him," Justin said. He and Brian turned to leave. "Justin, I'm sorry," I said. "That was a shitty thing to say, and I'm sorry I said it." "I am, too," Justin said, and they walked away. |