I could've added a little more to my last chapter, like for instance how Jesse found out about the rest of us. Because we (Constantin and I) weren't going to out the others unless they said it was okay and we hadn't talked to them yet. But anyway, that first night over at my house Jesse wondered, "Well, if they know you're gay and they don't care, you think maybe they are, too?"

"I don't know," said Constantin, "They might've messed around some, lots of boys do that much, I mean, jerking off together and... well, who knows, but-"

"I bet the twins have messed around with each other some, because if I had a twin brother... well, that would have been really nice," said Jesse wistfully.

So we both agreed it was at least possible.

"But Isac, I can't see him doing... well, you know, he's so polite and... oh, I don't know... but you don't think HE... might've... do you?"

We shrugged and said you just never can tell about anybody.

So the next day at school we talked to the others. They didn't mind coming out, but just for fun we could make it more interesting for Jesse. Like for instance if this coming out came as a complete surprise to him. We decided we'd make it his initiation, but we wouldn't say anything about it until it was over.

And so that afternoon Constantin asked Jesse if he wanted to go over to his house. Said he'd have to not let on about us being gay and all, but lots of times the five of us had wrestling matches down in his basement. And he could be the referee. If he wanted to.

We went downstairs and quickly stripped down to our boxers. More Salvation Army thrift store stuff, but at least these weren't totally uncool like the ones worn for my initiation. But they were somewhat frayed and in most cases, a bit large on us. Isac didn't wear his panties that day. So anyway, we hit the mats (two old mattresses) and with little in the way of preliminaries beyond: "You ready?" "Damn right we are, you mutherfuckers," and all that, we started rassling up a storm. We should have made a video of that match, because it was a classic! But Jesse didn't do much refereeing, he was mostly just keeping an eye on things that kept flashing into view or flopping out. Several times, it was probably all he could do to not go GASP!!, especially when one of the twins yanked Isac's right OFF. So of course Isac yelled, "Oh, you're gonna PAY for that, you little shits!" and sure enough, it wasn't long until both the twins were depantsed as well. Dorsey had his RIPPED off. And, oh my God, they were popping boners! Then the naked ones ganged up on me and Constantin. Meanwhile, Jesse wasn't pretending to referee at all anymore, he was yelling encouragement to the naked ones. Although at least he was making an attempt to act like it didn't matter that much, but pretty soon we were all naked. Except for Jesse. And we rolled and we kicked and we grabbed and we giggled and we cussed and I am sure by then Jesse was about to squirt because we were grabbing some important things and he could not BE-LIEVE it, he never would've dreamed of such a thing... and I also bet he was wishing he could be in that match himself.

Everybody was laughing, but then out of nowhere Isac said, "Hey! How come we're naked and he's not? Let's get him!" and Jesse went, "Oh no!" and a short struggle ensued and not long afterwards he was naked, too. And I'm sure he might have been wondering some about how many different people grabbed between his legs, too. But to his credit he still didn't let on, he was just going, "Hey you guys, cut it out, okay? Really, I mean... you're making me get hard and-"

Isac went, "Making you get hard? You already were! Just like us. Now weren't you? Admit it, you were, weren't you?"

"Well-"

"So now we're going to punish you!" yelled Dorsey a little prematurely.

"WHAT? But I-"

"Hey, don't worry, we're just going to torture you, is all," said Constantin, reassuringly.

"But-"

"So let's get him up and tie his hands to the pipe," said somebody else, excitedly. All I know for sure is that it wasn't me or Constantin or Jesse who said that.

He looked a bit alarmed, but there wasn't much he could do and soon his hands were tied to the overhead pipe. So he found himself standing there in the middle of the basement wondering what in the world he'd gotten himself into. Torture? What kind of torture? What-

Constantin got on his knees in front of him, started playing with his balls, took a deep breath and... Jesse's eyes got very big. Later on he said he was thinking that while Constantin had told him they knew, he had no idea he'd just go to it right in front of them, then he got back to wondering about everybody else's strange and somewhat suspect behavior (somewhat??), then he started wondering again about that torture deal and how he was tied up and... well, he was getting pretty mixed up.

But anyway. Constantin gave Jesse's straining spike a couple of sucks and a good tongue lashing, then Isac cut in with, "Hey, Constantin. I've got an even better idea."

Constantin let it pop out of his mouth and he said, "Yeah? What?"

"Let's see who can make him blow first, but we take turns, okay?"

And so at that point Jesse was thinking, "!!!??!?!!" Something like that, at least, especially when after a brief whispered conversation Isac continued...

"So let's see what we got back here, then," and with that he pulled Jesse's ass checks open and after a brief inspection added, "Looks clean enough to me. So, you wanna?"

So at that point he thought he was about to find out what anal sex was all about and he just hoped it wasn't as unpleasant as his brief experience with Tony. And that's understandable. And he was also starting to have some second thoughts about us - I mean, maybe we were just about as bad as the skinheads.

But we weren't. The idea was we'd take turns tonguing him, that's all. We each went at it for thirty seconds. And then we'd take our turns again and so on until he blew. It was a game. Who would be doing his hole when it finally happened?

Jesse said he almost lost it right off, though, because Isac went first. That was very definitely an OMG moment. When Isac's tongue politely began probing his hole (!!) ... yes, I can see where that came as quite a shock.

But since no one was messing with his dick he managed to hold out until we all had outed ourselves, no ifs ands or buts, then it was Isac's turn again, then Constantin's (so that's 3 1/2 minutes, we should've made it like some kind of Olympic event) (except we need to figure out if the object is to see how quick you explode or how long you can hold out)... but he lost it on the next turn, which belonged to Dorsey.

"Thar she blows!" yelled Tommy and then they high-fived each other. Really, we needed to figure out what the rules WERE on this, but whatever, Jesse looked like he'd had several circuits blown.

And that was his initiation. Since, after all, his psyche might have been a bit fragile still. You know how it is. So see, we could be very Boy-Scoutish if we wanted to be.

* * *

The following Saturday we were off to Bloomington, but it was only a reconnaissance mission. Because otherwise I never would've gone. Really.

But, to explain: about a week before, we were sitting around talking about cross-dressing. To be honest, I sort of brought the subject up myself, but only after making it very clear that I wasn't interested in that sort of thing, but well, in a way...

In a way, I was trying to put ideas into Isac's head. Not that I wanted it to be a permanent thing, mind you, but I was curious. Because Isac would make a really cute girl. In a tomboyish sort of way.

So anyway, we were talking, when all at once Constantin said musingly, "You know what? In a way, I'd like to dress up one time myself. If it was some place nobody knew me-"

I'd never once thought about Constantin being the least bit interested in that sort of thing, so I was like, !!!??

But then Isac cut in with, "I'm gonna do it!" So I really did put an idea into his head. Well, good for me.

"When?" wondered Constantin. "Because... Hey, wait a minute! I've got an idea! I mean, this is fucking wild! See, next weekend the twins are talking about going to an IU game. Saturday afternoon. And they wanted to know if I wanted to go, too. But the thing is, it's a nothing game - shit, even they know that. If IU doesn't win by 25 then Western Illinois thinks they got a moral victory out of it, know what I mean? So I wasn't all that interested, but... Well, okay." (I'm not liking the sound of this. Because in case you've forgotten, IU is in Bloomington. Where Jeff lives.) (And Constantin continued and it got worse.)

"Isac? You don't care for basketball, right?"

"Right," replied Isac, very forthrightly. Which fitted in with him being different, because it's almost impossible to live in Indiana and not like basketball. It isn't done. Not very often.

Then looking at me he asked, "And you're a Notre Dame fan, right?"

"I am not going to Bloomington."

"Yes, you are. Because-"

"No, I'm NOT. So just forget all about-"

"Yes, you ARE! Just listen, okay? That's all you have to do, just hear me out."

I never had much luck talking him out of ANYTHING. So here was the plan: we were going up to Bloomington with the twins that Friday after school. With their father, but see, he was going up to play golf with some of his buddies on Saturday. And poker most of the night before. So he puts his boys and their friends up in a motel room Friday night and from then until Saturday evening we're on our own. Which isn't very responsible. But, anyway, Constantin didn't really want to go to the game, Isac didn't and I didn't. The twins did, but could probably be talked out of it if something more interesting was afoot. Like, say, a natural disaster or something.

I was really hoping somebody would get sick before then, but it didn't happen, so the following Friday... well, like I said, it was just a fact-finding mission. Because otherwise, I wouldn't have gone.

Well, I might not have, but since it was too cold to do anything all that daring... and we could hardly kidnap Jeff and take him to our room...

And besides, revenge is a dish best served cold anyway.

But I had no idea he would set himself up to the extent that he did. He could've at least pretended to be cool... but I have to admit that I might have goaded him a little. I might as well, since that was our intention all along, but the thing was I didn't know he'd present himself in such a bad light. I mean, he tried his best to embarrass the SHIT out of me.

Right after Tommy and Dorsey's dad had checked the lot of us into the Holiday Inn, I called Jeff. Said I was up there until late the following afternoon. And I wondered - I suppose in a slightly suggestive manner - if he was doing anything that night. I could tell he was surprised to hear from me, because when I left at the end of the summer I was acting like I didn't want to have anything more to do with him. Never ever.

So, just a bit suspiciously, he asked what I had in mind.

"Oh, I don't know, just wanted to see how you were doing, is all," I replied, somewhat unconvincingly. Then after a moment of pregnant silence, I added with a nervous giggle, "So if you're not tied up at the moment, you know the McDonald's close to Holiday Inn?... I can meet you there... if you want to. Around an hour from now? Because I'm not doing anything, so if you want to... talk... or something... so you want to?"

Well, he did. I could tell he was still surprised and apparently was weighing the pros and cons, but finally he offered, "Yeah, I guess. Might as well... so what do you have in mind?"

I giggled and managed, "Don't know... just whatever pops up, I guess. So you'll be there in about an hour? But just you, okay?"

Guess he figured I was a slut. A slutty little queer boy. I just couldn't get enough. That's me all right. But while I don't know what he had in mind that night, I'm sure he wasn't expecting me to be there with two giggling teeny bopper girls. Me! Sitting with not one, but two girls who couldn't hardly keep their silly hands off of me! Constance and Isabelle.

Constance was wearing a long purple skirt that came down to his... I mean, her ankles with a white long-sleeved blouse that buttoned in back. And Air Jordans. Oh, and really nice white bonnet. She went the whole route, with lipstick, eye shadow and mascara. I had a lot of fun helping her with the lipstick and assured her that she looked like trailer park trash. But cute, in a tomboyish sort of way. She opted not to wear any panties and reported that it was quite a thrill to feel the air coming up underneath. She did not attempt to flash anyone at McDonald's, though, nor for that matter was she even tempted to. Well, maybe just a little, but no. Which was good. She had to keep her dick pinned underneath her left thigh the whole time she was in there. A nice girl shouldn't go pitching a tent, because it could raise some questions.

Isabelle wore a blue denim skirt with an embroidered floral pattern on the right side. (Thankfully, it came down to just above her knees.) Also, she had on a cute red short-sleeved bare midriff blouse, and open toe sandals. Oh and panties, and lipstick and mascara and eye shadow, so she looked like trailer park trash, too. She also opted for a pink stocking cap, but soon as she could find a cheap but realistic-looking Princess Di wig, many boys' hearts were likely to be broken. Overall she looked trashy but cute, almost in a feminine sort of way. She almost flashed Jeff at McDonald's but chickened out.

The twins were dressed as themselves and were sitting in a booth across from us, cutting up. Then Jeff walked in, did a double-take, scowled noticeably and went on up to the order counter. "That's him," I whispered.

"He's here!", Isabelle mouthed at the twins. Excitedly the twins moved over to the booth behind us.

"You're right, Todd, he is sort of good looking, at least in a way he is," whispered Constance in my ear, then she gave me a quick peck on my cheek and I blushed. Possibly because Jeff glanced back at me right about then and sort of got red in the face. So I didn't know if this was going real well or not.

Isabelle leaned across the table and whispered, "Eight inches? Really? Honest to God?"

"At least," I whispered back, "and big around, too!"

"Oh WOW!", whispered everybody else. Twins included. And then there was a lot of giggling and sniggering and various other whispered off-color asides. Along with several more glances at Jeff. Which might have given him the wrong impression and had he just decided to walk out that would've been cool enough with me. Isabelle and the twins were embarrassing me, if you want to know the truth, but Jeff got his order and purposely strode back towards us. He pulled a chair up across from us, took a couple of bites out of his Big Mac, wiped his face and...

"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend, Todd. You going to introduce us?"

"My name's Constance and that's my best friend Isabelle and those two behind us are Tommy and Dorsey. They're her cousins and we wish they'd go away!"

"We're not and you can't make us," shot back Tommy. Then they started sniggering again and trading punches. Immature brats.

"So you're Jeff," said Isabelle, with some interest.

"That's what they call me, so I guess you're the big winner." Then Constance and Isabelle started giggling. Damn! Some more color flooded Jeff's face. Which would put it pretty close to lobster red.

"What have you been telling your girlfriends, Todd?"

"Oh nothing," I managed, "Just that-"

Jeff glanced over at Constance and went, "Your boyfriend didn't used to be interested in girls, you know that? He ever tell you about that?... Todd, you ever mention that to them?"

"Mention what?" I suppose I sounded a bit nervous. Maybe it wasn't a good idea for me to show up with my friends this way. Beneath the table Constance gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

With a loud scrape, Jeff moved his chair closer, leaned forward and... "You want to tell them about last summer or you want me to, Todd? Go on. Tell your girl friends what we did last summer."

"I don't think I like you very much," said Isabelle.

"And you're a little too young for me, honey-bunch, but did you know your friend Todd likes getting it up his ass?" At least he said it quietly, though.

But we were shocked. Finally Constance came to my defense, though. "He does NOT!... Does he?"

"Took on seven of us one night." Seven??? Son of a BI- "Oh, we kept him real busy that night, but you just couldn't get enough, could you, Todd? You ever tell your GIRL friends about that?"

Tommy and Dorsey seemed suitably shocked, Seven?!!? and sort of shrank away. Didn't even want to look at me. And Isabelle seemed very shocked as well. Almost speechless, in fact, but finally she managed, "No. You're just making that up!"

"No, I'm not, honey-bunch. Don't know if you knew this, but your friend Todd just begged me to do it. Until I started easing it in that first time, Then he changed his tune a little but-"

"I did not!" I interrupted.

"You want me to do it again? In front of your friends here? I'll do it, Todd. Next time you want to see me, you better not have any of your little girlfriends along, because I'll make sure they watch. You got that, Todd?"

I just looked at him.

"I asked you a question, Todd."

"I didn't do ANYTH-"

"Fine. Suit yourself. But just remember what I said. Next time you call me up, Todd, you better be by yourself! If I even see you again, you had better be by yourself, okay? ... Just remember that," and with that he snorted derisively, gave all of us one more hard look, "teach them to talk about ME behind my back, yeah, well, that ought to teach 'em, all righty", turned and stalked out the door into the night.

"Well, at least now I know how many there were," I said, shakily.

"I think Spring break would be a good time," mused Isabelle.

"Yeah, but we probably need to do it outdoors somewhere," added Constance, "it might make too much noise if we do it a room. ... What do you think about it, Todd?"

"We can always gag him", I replied, sulkily.

And behind me Dorsey went, "SEVEN??!!? You've been bad, Todd. And we know all about your GIRL friend too. She's a he. And we're going to punish both of you soon as we get back to our room. Ain't that right, Isabelle?"

Isabelle was thinking about something else, though. "I think I'm going to take my panties off before we leave. I just wanna know what it feels like, that's all."

"It feels breezy," advised Constance.

"Good," said Isabelle.

Feeling better at the prospect of being punished, I added, "So I hope you're going to take them off in the bathroom."

"Well, of course. What kind of girl do you take me for?"

"Oh, you know."

"Well!" exclaimed Isabelle, and she flounced off. And almost forgot and went into the men's room. Either way could've been interesting. (But actually it was uneventful. At least until the wind caught her skirt on the way back. Fortunately there were no car wrecks as a result of that though, so overall... shit. I might try that myself some night. Just for the hell of it.) (Maybe.)

* * *

And really there's not much else to report on our Christmas vacation trip to Bloomington. I mean, once back in our room Dorsey pushed me down on my knees with my face on the bed, unsnapped my jeans, zipped them down and felt around inside my shorts. "Yeah, you want me to do it, don't you? I can tell, you're hard as a brick. You want me to shove my big dick up your ass, don't you? Say it! Say you want it up your ass in front of everybody, Todd. Say it!"

"It ain't all that big," I said in a muffled tone of voice.

"Yeah, well it's bigger than yours and it's going right up-"

"Well, just don't do it here, okay? Not in front of everybody, please don't- UMPTH!"

(Because all at once he jerked my jeans and shorts down to my knees and started poking two greasy fingers into my hole.)

"Not EVERY-body's gonna be watching us because your girl friend's gonna be getting it right beside you. Whatcha think about that, Todd? Wanna take a good look at your "girl" friend?"

So I did. Sexy! He was on his knees with his chest across the bed right beside me. Minus his purple skirt and it sure looked like Tommy was going to fuck his ass good. "No, don't!" he begged.

"Just shut up!" yelled Isabelle and with that, he bounced onto the bed, yanked his skirt off, pulled poor Constance's head up and told him to start sucking. Some girl friend HE turned out to be! (But it worked out okay, because after about a minute he decided I would be the one to finish him off. And he looked very sexy, as well. There's something about a boy wearing a red short-sleeved bare-midriff blouse and nothing else that turns me on to no end.)

But anyway, after that we all tried to get into the shower at once - sort of like phone booth stuffing, heard that once was a fad - but it didn't work all that well. But once cleaned up, we cuddled and plotted, (Jeff, remember), then we wrestled, then we raped both the twins. Me and Constantin did. Then we showered again. Then we cuddled and plotted some more, then we worked poor Isac over. All four of us. One right after another. He got real squishy. I should know, because I got last.

But everybody sleeping in one bed just wasn't going to work. We could all get in, but sleeping ... no. Not possible. So we cut cards to figure out who went where and I ended up with Isac. The other three had the other bed. I was hoping to draw Constantin, but oh what the hell, Isac was nice, too. And we plotted some more. And finally we blissfully went to sleep. Really, it was a nice trip.

But we would be back. That was a promise.