Constantin got his cast off in November with no complications, but for awhile our club was down to just three. The twins and Tyndal were busy with basketball practice almost every day, so that left me, Constantin and Isac. We usually went to Constantin's and almost always we'd quickly strip down to our boxers and practice our Taekwondo moves. Or maybe we'd just chase each other around the house. There were times that we weren't even hard while we were doing all this. No matter how difficult that might be to believe, sometimes we weren't. I thought it was pretty cool, like, "Oh, your dick's hanging out. Here, let me put it back for you." Feeling it soft was interesting. Nobody stayed like that for long, but it was still... it was almost feeling like you were married. Except now there were three of us.

Sometimes all we did was talk. I mean, you can't wrestle around and have sex constantly, right? Sometimes you've got to catch your breath.

But, even so, our talk more often than not was still about sex, so that would get us horny again, and that would lead to more wrestling. Although the object was to end up on the bottom. Because then you got fucked.

But just before Thanksgiving the twins became active members once again. First Dorsey didn't make the final cut, then two days later Tommy decided, "Well shit, I'm just gonna be glued to the bench anyway, so I quit." So we were back up to five.

In a way Tyndal had been our unofficial club leader. But now that he was tied up with basketball and Melisa, the rest of us decided we weren't going to bother with rubbers anymore. Which might have been stupid, but since no one had come down with anything at that point... well, what can I say? Doing it bareback added a lot of realism to things. We played games all the time. Sometimes they were mostly orchestrated beforehand - Ack! I'm about to get my butt raped! FOUR of them are about to have their way with me! Oh-my-God... This is going to be awful. Simply aw- or in other words, a great deal of fun.

I'll give you an example, okay? This one took place when it was Isac's turn to get gang-banged.

* * *

Isac almost had the audacity of a rock star. Like Mick Jagger or David Bowie. And rock stars can get away with almost anything when they're on stage. If they're in drag, well, that's part of the show. Ever wish you could be like that? Pants so tight it looks like you were poured into them, eye shadow, feather boa? Prancing around knowing you've got teeny boppers and teenage boys cumming all over themselves? Knowing every teenager in the audience is wishing they could be you? That might be fun. Especially backstage.

But with Isac, the trip was seeing that self-assured, beautiful boy become someone else. If it was his turn to be submissive, he'd let us do almost anything. He enjoyed the role. I enjoyed playing that too, but he was into it totally. Like one time, we tied his hands behind his back and left him in the basement for close to thirty minutes. He was dressed in a dark blue sweater, a white dress shirt and a tie. Along with dark blue socks that came to about a foot below his knees. It almost looked like he was dressed up for a school picture. Well, except for him not having his pants on. But he had no idea what we were going to do. Or at least he didn't know we were going to leave his butt in the dark for thirty minutes. But finally the four of us went downstairs, and there he sat looking sad and forlorn. And a bit fearful. Him making the comment that the cement floor was awfully cold on his bare buns could've messed up things some, but it came across like he was whistling past the cemetery at around two in the morning, that honestly he was so scared he was about to pee. Even though he was semi-stiff. And the way his knees were drawn up you could see his hole plain as day.

I knelt in front of him. His lower lip was quivering, but he was still trying to look brave. "Sorry if we've inconvenienced you, but perhaps I can warm you up a bit," I said with just a touch of menace. I was trying to be sardonic.

He swallowed hard, nervously farted, but was unable to say anything. He was good! I reached down and casually gave his dick a couple of pulls and felt it getting harder. He didn't want it to, but what could he do? "Oh," I chuckled, "we're into this, are we?"

"No," he quavered, "I'm not. Really sir, I'm not, but-" then he gasped when, without warning, I lowered my head between his legs and drew his balls into my mouth. Which caused his dick to lurch up and he farted again. That must've embarrassed him almost to death. Wasting little time, I then closed my lips around the tip of his cock and sucked it in. So whether he wanted it to happen or not, he soon became hard as a rock: I could feel it growing with the head scraping against the roof of my mouth. But I was just messing with him and I soon let it pop out. It bounced up and quivered, curving in the middle like a banana and I caught a whiff of musk, which was a huge turn-on. No matter how neat and clean, thirteen-year-olds get musky if you start playing with them, but I never stopped being surprised when I smelled Isac. I pulled his legs open wider and quickly gave his hole a lick and once again he gasped. He was trembling! But fortunately he didn't cut another fart until after I'd pulled away.

Thing about those games was, you had to think fast. If I'd hesitated, it wouldn't have been me doing all that to him, it would've been somebody else.

But soon enough he was on his hands and knees with my dick planted in his mouth. Meanwhile, Dorsey was busily lubing his hole. In spite of the fact that the poor boy was still farting. Which was cracking everybody up. Like, "Shit man, it's gonna be like fucking a whoopie cushion!" First time Dorsey stuck two greasy fingers in... ZRRRT! Started working them around. ZRRRT ZRRRT! Followed by a creaking door fart. Then a fairly polite oink.

Ever have somebody start giggling when your dick's in his mouth? But he just kept sucking. And everybody else was like, "So I don't care HOW many farts he cuts, I'm still fucking his brains out!"

So fine. Cool enough. And ZRRRT ZRRRT poop.... it really was like fucking a whoopie cushion. Except this one smelled. And every time whoever was fucking shot his load and pulled out... poop. No cannon shots, just subdued poops and oinks and ZRRRTs. But actually the ZRRRTs weren't all that subdued.

He ate a can of baked beans before leaving home that afternoon. An entire can. Is that Kosher? Not that it matters - I mean, it's pretty much analogous to straining at a gnat and swallowing a camel if you stop and think about it, but still...

Well, it was unique, if nothing else. ZRR-R-RRT!! But we still banged his smelly little ass good. Cousin Jeff would do stuff like that and I felt like hitting him over the head with an extremely heavy object. And if you will recall, I didn't even get close to his butt. But we were fucking Isac silly and I thought it was sort of funny, actually. So I guess it all depends on who's doing shit like that. No pun intended. (And at least that didn't happen. Even though I was a bit concerned that it might.)

* * *

But then at other times, our games were the result of something not planned at all, it just sort of popped up. Pardon the pun, but that's pretty much what it would amount to. Like once when it was just me and Constantin.

He never struck me as being a notably modest person. And a good example came up when Sam Cox was out of town for a week in November and was paying him to feed his dogs twice a day. So one rainy, unseasonably mild afternoon, I went along. Well, about the time we got over there, the rain started coming down really hard, so we were on the back porch waiting for it to slack up. Only the dogs had seen us and they wanted to be fed. Like right then. So after a bit of that racket he went, "Oh fuck. I might as well go feed them, because they're not going to shut up until I do."

"You can just go right ahead," I said, "but I'm staying put. You'll get soaked!"

"Not your job anyway. And I might get soaked, but I bet I won't get my clothes wet," and he started undressing.

"Damn, you're crazy! What if somebody sees you?" I said with some concern.

"Nobody's gonna see me... Out HERE? And if somebody does, well, so what? I don't care if they do or not."

"You're crazy!" I repeated.

"I know," he said.

So. We've settled one thing. Sometimes he was fucking crazy. Because he didn't just strip down to his undies, no, he got naked.

And then things got worse. Because, once finished, he decided he was going to run around for awhile. In Mr. Cox's backyard, turning frigging cartwheels.

So I started getting nervous. I'm modest. At least, sometimes I am. "Will you please cut it out? Somebody's going to SEE you!"

He yelled, "Yeah, well, I will soon as you get out here."

"What? No way! No fucking WA-"

"You are! Without your clothes. Just like me."

"Like HELL, I am!"

"I'm not coming in until you do."

Well, fine, then. But I wasn't. No way. We'd BOTH get arrested. And that's what I told him. There was no fucking way! Until he threatened to go into the front yard. He said if I didn't get my butt out there and stop acting like a wussy, he would!

Shit, I was so scared my ears were ringing. And that was when I first flew out there thinking it would be over in about thirty seconds. Just ZOOM out there, yell at him, then ZIP back to the porch, jump into our clothes and get the fuck OUT of there. Only that wasn't exactly what he had in mind.

I went running out there fast as I could and he said, "Okay, now we gotta go jump in the hole."

I screamed, "WHAT???"

"Come on!" he yelled, and away he went. Goddamn naked and me panicking.

"Oh you mutherfucking son of a BITCH!!" and I after him I went. I mean, what else could I do?

"The hole" was a do-it-yourself project. If ever finished, it would be a back yard pool, but right then it was just a big hole in the ground. But if you don't have your clothes on, being down there is better than out in the middle of the back yard. So at top speed I hit the slippery slope and I yelled, "Have you lost- AUUGHH!" SPLAT!! and I slid the rest of the way on my back. He was sitting down at the bottom.

"Shit!!" I sputtered, then he jumped on me, because the whole idea was to see just how muddy we could get. So that's why he started wrestling on me. Which indoors was a good thing, but... well, you know how it is, but within seconds we were as muddy as we could possibly be and he rolled off of me. And he asked, "Think we're muddy enough now?"

"Shit!" I replied and I dived on top of him. Then he squirmed free. And then he threw a glob of mud at me.

So I threw one back and asked, "Now you think we're muddy enough?"

"Guess so," he said.

"So," I asked, "You got any ideas on how we're supposed to get cleaned up now?"

Well, that wasn't a problem. The back porch didn't have any rain guttering, so the water was just pouring off. Although it should be noted that by unseasonably mild I mean it was in the high fifties, so it wasn't anything like tropical out there. So we were dancing around and bumping into each other on purpose. And we definitely had to make sure our holes were clean. Having mud up your tail pipe is not a good thing if you're hoping to get fucked. For you, or for the person doing it to you. But I wasn't actually thinking about getting it right then. Or at least, not at first. Because to be honest... Okay, it was my idea, then. I swear, sometimes I don't have...

Well, what can I say, I just get urges sometimes. I'm always getting urges, but some are stupider than others.

Although in a way he really did start it when he was acting like he was humping on me. So I started fantasizing about how I was out by myself on the north forty during a war and a soldier away from his platoon spots me and is tempted. So next thing you know, I hear myself say, "Hey Constantin, you bring any lube?"

Then it was his turn to go, "Are you serious? Out HERE?"

"Yes!! Hurry!!"

So maybe the sane part of me was thinking, "Yeah, but I think we should hurry." I mean, DUH. And that part of me talked some more while he was getting the stuff. "Have you lost your fucking mind??"

Yes. I had. But we weren't caught and it was a trip. He took me standing up against the wall. With the rain water pouring down on us. Squish Squish Squish pant pant pant SQUISH ... for five minutes at least! It's a wonder we didn't catch pneumonia. We didn't notice while we were at it, you almost never do (unless you get caught), but once finished... DUMB! I mean, we were pedaling back and he goes, "That was dumb!" and I go, "Who, me?" and he goes, "Yeah, you," and I go, "Yeah, well you're the one who got naked in the first damn place," and... well, and so forth.

But we could have just as easily caught pneumonia, or at least a cold pedaling our bikes home that day. We were soaked. So the first thing we did when we got to his place was get into the shower. That was nice. It almost made it worth it all, just for the feeling of relief.

But then we got horny again. It was his turn, so I tied him up. Kneeling with his face on the floor. So his butt was up in the air. Then I pulled his hands back between his legs and tied them to his ankles. He wasn't going anywhere! So there. "You want to go running around naked and get me involved? You thought it was fun, didn't you? Well! Let's just see how much fun you think this is!"

Constantin could've been a pretty good gymnast. The positions he could put himself in, well... some of them were really interesting.

* * *

The first thing I learned in Taekwondo class was that I had no inner calmness and it seemed unlikely that I ever would. So I gave up on my idea of becoming a trained assassin. Not that I really wanted to be one, but I was hoping I'd at least reach the point where I could if I had to. Sort of like, "You really shouldn't get me angry because I can hurt you very badly," and the bully would say, "Oh yeah? You and whose army?" and calmly I'd reply, "Trust me on this. I don't need an army," and then he'd rush me and KAPOW!!! KER-RUNCH!! OUCH!! flip KAPOW!! CRACK "who IS this??"

At least I learned a few rudimentary self-defense tactics,though. But then, I hoped I'd never have to use any of them because I was still worried about what the bully would do to me once he got his breath back.

"Well okay, just knee him and run like hell, then," said Constantin.

Good idea. As long as the bully doesn't know where I live. But an even better idea would go like this: I'd say to the four skinheads, "If I were you, I'd leave." And then they'd be wondering why they should think about doing that when Constantin and Isac would step out of the shadows. Yeah, that would work. Not that they would be intimidated at first...

No, really, there's a reason for my inserting the section just above. It's just something that you need to know about my Taekwondo skills, okay? Because the remainder of this chapter is going to be about how Jesse Harris became the newest member of our club.

* * *

The thing was, at first none of us wanted him in our club. Isac was sort of interested in asking him to join at first, but we managed to talk him out of it. The problem with Jesse was that he acted gay. At school and all. He hadn't come out to our knowledge, but just about everybody thought he was. He was a bit swishy, in other words. And while we wouldn't have minded him acting that way just around us, not one of us wanted to come out ourselves, so obviously we didn't want to risk him blowing our cover.

Isac first brought Jesse up after he'd observed him acting weird out in the woods. Said he'd seen him walking along toking on a big doobie, and then he was sort of looking around... well, furtively, like he wanted to make sure no one was watching.

Well, obviously you wouldn't want just anybody to know you were smoking pot, but no, said Isac, "I think he was about to get naked or something." Like any of us should talk, you know. But Jesse was cute, in a fem sort of way, and if he was getting naked out in the woods and doing stuff you'd rather not be caught doing, well...

"I'll bet just about anything I know where he goes when he's out in the woods," said Isac.

It was too bad he didn't specify what "just about anything" was, but to be honest I was glad we didn't come across Jesse that first time. I was conflicted about it. On one hand, I was interested in observing some weird behavior on his part because, like I said, he was kind of cute. So if we were to surprise him in the act, I was sure he'd be horrified. I could relate to that. The possibility of being caught is a huge turn-on, but then actually being caught is something else entirely.

But the thing was, all the others wanted to surprise him in the act and at that point, well... at least we wouldn't tell anybody else about it. As long as he wanted to give us all blow jobs. And if that excited him, then he might be interested in some further humiliation. But we weren't going to rape him, we were just going to blackmail him. And there was a certain appeal to that. But at the same time, him acting like a poof or not, I felt... well, I guess I felt empathy. Or at least I was conflicted. And maybe I should just leave at that. Because it wasn't like I was trying to earn some kind of merit badge or anything.

Well, none of us were exactly candidates for sainthood, but Isac definitely wasn't and the twins were even less so, because they weren't giving up. We just needed to try a different approach. Armed with walkie talkies, we'd split up, covering five of the more likely places for Jesse to do his thing, whatever that might be. I was stationed near the cave. It wasn't much of one, but I guess it would qualify, because if you tried, you could get yourself turned around in there. Even if no one to our knowledge had ever gotten themselves lost to the extent of having to call out search and rescue. But there I was and I still had mixed emotions. I really hoped no one spotted him. Maybe he'd had given up on the whole thing. I mean, it was getting too cold for that sort of behavior. At least on a regular basis. But if he were to show up beneath my vantage point (at the top of a five foot bank) I was thinking about keeping it to myself. I'd see him but... no, wait. I'd have to tell Constantin. Be true to thine own self and all that.

So I'd call in, then. I still hoped it was going to be another wild goose chase, though. But if that's all it turned out to be or if he had been spotted by anyone else then I don't suppose I'd be spending all this time setting things up, now would I?

Nah. So about fifteen minutes later, just when I was getting really bored, off to my left I heard the sounds of some sort of commotion fast approaching. To my left, the trail started down towards the cave. But I had no idea who it was. I heard some loud voices, but they didn't belong to anyone in our club. They sounded a bit winded and pissed. So I hunkered down, of course.

Then I heard, "Where- in the- fuck- do you- think you-`re- going you little- queer! Just WHERE-" and here came Jesse. But all he was doing was panting and running for all he was worth. Stark naked. Except for his socks. Lot of good they were. And he even ran like a girl. But he was scared shitless. Looking desperately first this way, then that... and then, a few yards behind him, I saw why. Tony, Buck, Doug and Rick. Our resident junior skinheads. Mean fuckers. Not huge, but bigger than the average junior high student as they were older. Fifteen or sixteen. They had their clothes on but probably not for long, because it looked like they had designs on Jesse. Who was about to go into hysterics.

I felt BAD! Those fuckers were crazy! I'd never had any run-ins with them myself, but still I hated them with a passion. But what was I supposed to do? What could I do? I didn't even know if Constantin and Isac wanted to mess with them ... for a little bit I just froze. I mean, what-

And then Jesse stumbled and fell flat on his face and it was all over, before he could even try getting back up, (it must've knocked the wind out of him), they had him. So he was about to get his ass raped or killed. Or maybe both. And this time it wasn't a game.

My hands were shaking, but I keyed on my walkie talkie and whispered as loudly as I dared, "Hey! It's Todd! Cave! Fast!"

Then Constantin came back (and I almost wet my pants): "Is he THERE?"

Fortunately I was several yards away, (fuck, he was crying, begging-), so with all that going on, no one heard me. I keyed my unit on again. "Yes! And hurry! We got a problem! MAJOR!" And I said that at slightly above a whisper and hoped they caught the urgency in my voice.

"We're on our way!" said Constantin. He sounded very excited. And I hoped he didn't end up getting hurt. If he even made it in time.

So it wasn't like, "Yippee! The calvary's coming!". Because now I was afraid I was leading them into an ambush. And Jesse was still bawling even after Tony slapped him and told him to shut his queer mouth and start sucking on it, so I did something stupid. I grabbed a handful of rocks and threw them. Not a really good move because I ended up hitting Jesse too, but that was unintentional. And to be honest I didn't intend to hit Buck in the head - in fact, I didn't even intend to throw those rocks in the first place, but I did. But okay, one thing I learned in Taekwondo is how almost anything can be used as a weapon. And sometimes rocks can work pretty good.

But then another thing I learned is that sometimes it's wise to take evasive action until you can find a more advantageous place to fight. In other words, running might be a good idea. At least until the reinforcements showed up. "Get AWAY from him!" I yelled, and here three of them came and away I went. You think I was stupid or something?

Well, at least I had a head start. And first they had to go up the bank. Meanwhile, I was looking for something else to hit them with. Aha! Like a three foot broken off tree limb, for instance. I hadn't achieved inner calmness, but I HAD reached insanity. Along with a strong urge to survive. I mean, Buck was pissed! And he about got me too. But TWAPPP!! I got him across the face with that limb. And now he was really pissed. But he was also trying to pick himself up off the ground. Only I'd about reached a dead end, so I guessed I'd better double back. Buck was by then on his hands and knees, cussing up a storm. I mean, my ass was dead, that was a promise. Not good. And then I ran into Doug. OH SHIT! So I kicked him in the balls. SQOOFF! and down HE went. So now he's going to kill me too. I'm really making progress here. But meanwhile, (where in the fuck is Constantin and Isac, damn it!!) Jesse was almost screaming. And I was headed that way anyway, so I reached the bank, jumped (fell down) (jumped back up) flew across the clearing and... well it wasn't exactly like when two dogs get stuck together, but it was at least close, because Tony was trying like hell to pull out and it was pretty obvious that Jesse was all for that himself, but Tony's dick was still in there. So whether it was intended or not, Tony found himself in a somewhat disadvantageous position. So he snarled at me and I kicked him in his face. Which uncoupled him from Jesse at least, but I think I broke his nose. Then I got the wind knocked out of me by Rick. Uh oh. Where did HE come from? But I was on the ground. And maybe I achieved some inner calmness, because everything was in slo-ow motion at that point. His steel-toed boot was about to STOMP me and I thought, "scissor kick!" But I missed. Shit. So I grabbed his foot. OUCH! But I'm still hanging on for dear life. You think? But then all at once, he went flying. YES!!! The calvary has arrived! (Constantin.) And I thought it was really good timing on his part as well.

Constantin and Isac were like, "Are there any more?" They seemed to be very excited.

Especially when I wheezed out that there were "Two-more-up-in-the woods-and... they are-PISSED!"

Rick was still wheezing as well, but he lurched up, (THWAPP!!) and down he went again and Isac just beamed with pride. He is good! And he was glad he finally got to hit somebody too.

So while Constantin took off on his search and destroy mission, Isac stayed behind to guard the other two in case they got belligerent again. And the twins stayed behind as well. All they contributed was looking mean, but at least they were there. But Tony was just holding his nose. It was bleeding bad. Rick had had enough. And Constantin didn't get to really destroy anybody because I'd pretty much put Doug and Buck out of commission as well. Me! All because of a tree limb and a kick in the balls. Who woulda thunk it? I did that. ME!!

Only now that it was mostly over, I had a bad case of the shakes. As in, "Oh my God! What have I done?!" Because by then the rational side of me was talking, and what it was saying was, I had made four very bad enemies. And they were going to get even. They were going to kill me, it was only a matter of time. The rational side of me is a wussy. And while it's probably true that wussies live boring lives, at least it's often a long one. That's sort of what I was thinking. So I was going to stick close to Constantin and Isac from then on.

But then on the other hand, maybe that wasn't a good idea either. Not that I wasn't, but for just a little bit I was wondering how long that would be when Doug more or less threatened to get a gun and SHOOT us. When they were skulking off, Doug turned and said to Constantin, "You know, you're pretty good with that kung fu shit. But tell me something, little man: they teach how to dodge a bullet yet?"

So that's when I was getting worried, but Constantin answered, "No, none of us got that part down yet. So you saying you might go get a gun, huh?"

"Whatever it takes, man."

"Well if you do, you do. I sure can't dodge a bullet. But you know what's gonna happen, Dougie boy? We're going to be on the national news and have a big funeral and your ass is going to be in prison. As an adult. With the adults. For a LO-ONG time. And you're gonna be their pussy boy. Up your ass and in your mouth. Whenever some lifer or guard in a bad mood or whoever wants it. You're not going to be getting much sleep when you're in there, Dougie boy, you can count on that. So I know you ain't too bright, but you might want to think about that. Oh, and one other thing, Dougie BOY. A gun's the only fucking way you can do it. Pull a knife on any of us and I'll shove it up your ass, okay?"

So I'm not sure how accurate all that information was, but it worked: from then on they avoided us. And it wasn't like they were in a gang or anything (fortunately), they were just dumb rednecks nobody much cared for.

But returning to the scene in front of the cave immediately after the skinheads limped out of sight, Isac looked down at Jesse and asked, "Hey, man, you all right now? They're gone, okay?"

What, you think after we just saved his butt we were going back to the original plan? You should know better than that, I mean, now we were heroes, so nobody was going to mess that up.

In fact Dorsey asked him, "Yeah man, what happened? I mean-"

"You mean, where are my clothes?"

"Well yeah, I was sort of wondering about that" allowed Tommy.

"They took them off of me. But I got away... but... (deep breath) Look. I'm a fucking queer, all right? Just in case you didn't know-"

"So you're gay," Constantin interrupted. "You haven't really been keeping that a secret if you want to know the truth, but we're not going to run and hide, okay? ... Now, you know where your clothes ARE? It's cold out here."

Snapping out of it I said, "Hey, put this on for awhile okay?" and I gave him my coat. (Then Dorsey pulled his coat off and almost tenderly arranged it over his legs. Then Tommy removed his coat and let him sit on it. And Isac let him have his socks for awhile.)

"Thanks... Todd ... and the rest of you guys and... Todd, I want you to know... well... that was awesome! ... And it was really brave, too. I wish I knew some of that kung fu-"

"It wasn't kung fu, it was insane."

"No, it was really brave."

He was embarrassing me. But it worked out okay, Constantin sent the twins off to see if they could find his clothes and I guess Isac was feeling a little guilty, so he went too. So once they were gone, Constantin said to me, "Really, man. You WERE brave. Be-"

"I was scared as shit when I started, you know that? I'm surprised I didn't wet my pants."

"But you still did it. So that makes you really brave." He paused and then looking over at Jesse added, "And by the way, it's not kung fu exactly, it's Taekwondo. But even if you've got a black belt, if you can help it, do not ever mess with a crazy person. They're dangerous!"

"Damn right they are," I agreed.

But anyway, they couldn't find his clothes anywhere, so Constantin sent them over to his house to get some he could wear to my place. My folks wouldn't be home until around ten. They were Christmas shopping down in Jeffersonville. So he could get cleaned up and calm himself down a little. But we knew we had a problem, because now we couldn't exactly leave him on his own at school. Only that was going to reflect on us. He'd already been pretty much labeled. But how much did we want to tell him about ourselves? We had to approach this very carefully, since after all we hadn't discussed this with Isac and the twins. Well, maybe in a way we had but...

See, I know what we had in mind before all that shit went down sounds bad. And it was. If you're being initiated, you know it's a game. It could still reach the point you were thinking you sure HOPED it was... but in the end that's still what it was. A game. But if you go out of your way to catch somebody who has no IDEA, well, that's different. We weren't going to force him to do anything, though. And if he happened not to be doing anything weird, then nothing would have happened anyway. Although we would have been disappointed. But we assumed that he really did want to mess with us, so being forced would've been a way out if he needed to rationalize, and besides that, we were thinking about returning the favor once he was finished with us. We'd be playing it by ear, obviously, but by the time we were finished with him, he might be fantasizing about it for the rest of his life. So I mean we weren't evil.

But Constantin decided he'd try sneaking up on the question. He went, "Hey Jesse, you know nobody's completely straight and nobody's totally gay either, you know that, right?"

Not very helpfully, Jesse replied, "All I know is that I can't imagine being anything more than friends with a girl, so I looks like I'm about as gay as I can get."

"Well it's none of my business, but have you ever actually done anything with a boy?"

"No. Unless you count me and my next door neighbor taking a bath together two years ago. We both liked it - a lot - but then his brother came in on us and nothing like that ever happened again."

"So I mean... well, what were you doing? ... If you don't mind my asking. I'm just wondering is all. I'm not going to tell anybody."

Jesse shrugged. "We were in the tub. That's all. I already told you I'm a fag, but it's just things I want to do someday. I look at boys and I always wonder what they look like, but-"

"You do know what gays... You know what? You've have a very negative attitude about who you are. If you could've been like everybody else, if you could've chosen your... well, you know, whether you like boys or girls, then maybe you would've gone for normal... but you are who you are. So why do you always act like you got some kind of disease?"

"Well, don't I?"

"No... unless that's what you think-" then Constantin looked over at me for some help.

But I just shrugged, I'd gone out on a limb enough for one day. "You go on," I offered, "You're doing about as good as I could."

So he tried. "I mean, why do you have to ACT so gay?"

"Because that's what I am. And maybe one day I'll be proud of it. But...you guys really don't care? ...That I'm... gay?"

"No, I don't care. Todd, you care if he's gay?"

"Nah. It don't bother me."

"You're not worried that I... that I might-"

"Do we act worried?" (And we're back to Constantin now, okay?)

"No but... well... I-"

"Well, now I'm getting worried. Um... you do know what gays do, right?"

"Well yeah, they... suck... well, you know, and I'd NEVER do that... I mean I want to, but-"

"Would it shock you if I told you that me and Todd mess around? And Isac and the twins know about it? And they don't care? So does that surprise you?"

Yeah, I'd say it did. He was flabbergasted. And I was a bit surprised myself. But I guess that was a good way of sneaking up on it. And besides, he hadn't actually outed the Isac and the twins, just me and him.

"You mean you... well, you don't mean-" (Okay, I guess not completely outed yet. As apparently he could not believe that we'd-)

"Yeah, we suck each other's dicks and everything. You name it, we've tried it." (Well shit. Completely.)

And I could see something was starting to stir under Dorsey's coat. Which was just sort of over his midsection. And at that same time, something was quickly coming to life in my pants too. And Constantin's as well, but let's not get carried away with it yet.

"So," I said, "You need to get cleaned up. And my folks aren't going to be home until around ten, so if you want to go over to my place... as long as you don't say anything... because we don't have as much nerve as you do, we've got to act straight. But do you want to?"

... "Oh-my-GOD!... Oh my... Yes!! I DO!"

And so we did. Just me and him. Constantin thought it was a good idea and I really had sort of saved his life possibly, so...

I mean, really, just for once don't you think I should have a chapter without any gratuitous sex?

Well, I could, but what fun would that be? We both deserved some and it wasn't gratuitous, either. After all we'd been through, I would certainly hope we deserved a little and if you can accept that, then by definition it is not gratuitous.

But then, if you don't want to read any further, that's okay too. I'll just close by saying that in the end we decided we'd let him into our club after all. And if he was going to be hanging out with us, even if it was out of necessity, well, if people wanted to guess, they could. But really, nobody who mattered cared anything about the skinheads anyway. So for the most part everybody thought it was good of us to protect him.

It didn't matter what Tyndal thought about it. Either he was with us or he was just knew about us, but that was his decision.

Jesse started acting less foppish (a little) and also started taking lessons at the Taekwondo academy. Nothing bad came of it.

And we had another person to initiate. When he was ready. And when we did...

Well, maybe later, okay? Because yeah, it was interesting as well.

* * *

So for those of you who said, "Well, if we really must go into this..." I suppose I should further warn you that this isn't going all that far anyway. It was his first time. And he was hyperventilating quite a bit by the time we reached my house. I was excited as well, but that's only because I'm just about insatiable and you should already know that about me.

And he was cute too,. Right at five feet tall (which is where I was at the time) and weighed about 100. So he was a little heavier than me. He had the same color hair as Constantin. (I was a dirty blond.)

I'd already seen him naked, but I didn't think I should mention my paying much attention to that while he was in mortal danger - it just didn't seem to be good form - but now I guess it's okay.

He was small. I mean about two inches, although the circumference was about the same as mine. Which ain't huge, but being only two inches (soft) it looked sort of chubby. And he did have hair. About the same amount as I did (which wasn't a lot) but it was a pretty decent little black bush which was threatening to grow down to his balls. They'd started dropping a little and they were... well, close to medium sized. Really cute, actually.

So see, what I had unfolding in front of me (back in the woods) was a real tragedy. I could not allow that to happen, I just couldn't.

And you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, either.

So. After wondering if he wanted anything to eat or drink (no, he was in a hurry) (to do something) we went upstairs to my bathroom. Which might remind you of another event. And it should, but I was too tired and sore to suggest toting him anywhere. "So," I said in a shaky professional tone of voice, "I'm going to undress you, okay?"

"Well, let me undress you, too."

"Okay, but first let me get you." Actually, we were both hyperventilating. Off with his shirt. Okay, Constantin's then. Nice dime-sized nipples. I briefly kissed them. He gasped. Oh, this was going to be good. He'd already kicked Constantin's old shoes off and I quickly pulled Isac's socks off him, then sat up and unsnapped the button on his jeans and zipped down. Right then, they were his because he was wearing them and it would be simpler if I just left it at that. So I zipped down and his chubby popped out and he gasped again. So I really needed to hurry, because he wasn't going to last long. Not this time. I quickly pulled them down, he stepped out of them and then...

"So now I undress YOU, right?"

"You ain't gonna last long, you do know that don't you?"

"I know, so let me"- GASP!!- "Oh my God. ... Todd- oh, SHIT!"

It had grown to about three and a half inches. Jutting up at roughly a 45 degree angle and it was leaking a little. Prior to that, I didn't know if he could cum or not - it's hard to predict - but apparently he could, so I might as well get on with lesson number one. One of the more enjoyable ones, even if it really didn't last very long. Not on take one, it sure didn't. I grasped his soft ass cheeks, pulled him toward me (and he was quite startled by this, as you might imagine) and sucked in all of it right down to his bush. Which was still on the soft and downy side, but it was coarser than Constantin's. Or mine for that matter. (And certainly much more so than Isac's. I haven't mentioned that before either, have I? Yes, Isac had finally started growing some hair. And he was very proud of it.) But anyway, I slid my mouth back up his spike (it wasn't just warm, it was HOT) flicked my tongue across his slit a couple of times and-

Yeah, he could cum all right. And his little chubby jerked pretty violently, too. His cum didn't have that full-bodied taste - pretty thin and watery as it turned out, but... I wish he could've held out just a little longer. At least till I got to his balls, you know?

But that's okay, because later on he did hold out longer. And it really was cute when it went soft. Even if it didn't stay that way for long.

Seriously, it was starting to stick out again by the time he'd undressed me and it didn't take very long to do that, either. I thought I might have to give him a few pointers, I mean about five inches isn't huge, but the first time I was thinking he might be scraping his teeth on it or something, but he went right down on it with no problems at all. He really did good. So I asked him about it. I said, "You sure you haven't done this before?"

"I've been practicing," he said, and when I still looked a bit puzzled he added, "I've been using a carrot."

I wish I'd thought of that before Jeff shoved his down my throat, because it really would have helped.

But anyway, then we got in the tub together. I thought he'd enjoy that touch and he did.

Then we just lay side by side on my bed and cuddled. He has a really nice ass. And we kissed a lot, something he hadn't been practicing, but he caught on very fast.

But I didn't fuck him because he was still sore back there. Apparently Tony had a big cock. I never noticed because at the time I was preoccupied... well okay, I glanced at it later before he got his clothes back on, but by then it was soft. But it was pretty big at that. But in case you're wondering, it looks like the reason he got stuck was because all he used for lubrication was spit. And not nearly enough said Jesse. And that concludes this chapter's public service announcement.

But yes, he'd been practicing with various carrots and an occasional cucumber back there as well, so he was interested.

So I said, "Well that's good, so... you want to fuck me?"... and he did want to and so while I was getting it doggy style, Constantin came in. It was only around 8:30. So we had at least an hour. Miraculously Jesse didn't blow a circuit, though. And neither did I.

And so that's how we changed our mind about letting Jesse into our club. He's honestly a very sweet-natured person and I don't think he really wants to be a professional hit man when he grows up. I can't remember what movie it was, but it had a cross-dressing hit man in it and that guy was fucking lethal. And Jesse was catching on to Taekwondo fast, because it seemed like he has a lot more inner calmness than me, and a whole lot more than the twins had. Well, they figured if everybody else was going to be taking lessons at that damn academy, then they might as well too. So it looked like our instructor was going to get rich off us gay kids.