Chapter eleven sort of ended on this note: All I knew that night going back home was that it looked like I'd found my allies. And that was important even if we weren't going to have sex.

So okay, first things first then. I had no sex the next day, I didn't even jerk off. Abstinence sucks. But I had a good reason not to. I wanted to save myself because... well, I'll get to that before the end of this chapter, all right?

The twins were going to take me out into the woods that afternoon. But they couldn't because of my having to go home with the preacher's kids. And doing it at lunch had drawbacks, like going to class afterwards without being able to clean up. Two quick blow jobs wouldn't have been much of a problem, but we wanted more than that.

Hmm. What to do, what to do. Before school was out because they didn't live close by. But wait! If they could get their lazy asses to school a little sooner, maybe I could double back and we could do it at my place. Around eight. They'd just have to get one of their parents to bring them to school early.

Nope, they couldn't do that. "But" said Tommy excitedly, "what about this? Could you skip first period? Just once? Unless you've got a test, but-"

"I gotta have an excuse" I cut in, "and there ain't no way either of my folks are going to sign off on that, they're gonna want to know what I was doing, so-"

"But what if it was an emergency?"

"What kind of emergency?"

"Say you were on your way to school and some red neck threw a can of beer out and it hit right at your feet and spewed all over you. So you can't go to school smelling like beer, right? So you have to go back home and change clothes and take a shower-"

My dad really should have thought of taking the house key away from me. Not that I could use that story more than once, but under the circumstances, why not?

So at least I had something to look forward to. I mean, what's the point in having a sex club if you can't have sex? And as already mentioned, having to sneak around made it more exciting. Not that we had been open with it prior to my father's conversion, but now... it was... well, it was scary... but it really did seem like a good excuse. And once I told them at school why I was late, there seemed a good chance they wouldn't bother notifying my parents at all.

But then right after school I was thinking about how I might end up missing school for the rest of my life. Which probably wasn't going to be very much longer. (My life.) Because Jacob was worse than my old man who sometimes drove like he thought he was in the Indy 500. But Jacob almost scared the shit out of me and maybe the only reason that wasn't really the case was because I was thinking about how sorry my father was going to be about it. Maybe he'd even leave the church, not that it would be much help to me but... oh, he'd be sorry all right. I was sure of it.

You've probably already surmised that we didn't end up wrapped around a telephone pole though. Can't end a story like that, now can I? "But right after school I was thinking-"KA-WRASH!!#$?*&!!! The end. Except for those last-night-of-a-revival sermon topics, and ours sure would have been a good 'un... but no.

Because fortunately, they only lived about five miles out of town. So we swerved into their driveway in a cloud of dust, he did a nice doughnut in front of the house and...

And I just looked at him. (I was sitting in the middle, by the way.) Jacob laughed shakily and said, "What?"

"What???" What the hell you mean WHAT?!!? You just about killed ALL of us!" yelled Noah. He was riding shotgun. And he seemed to be a bit pale.

"Oh... I was just seeing..." Jacob looked over at me and continued,"I just had it tuned up and I wanted to see... Damn! I thought maybe I really did lose it on that last curve, that was... Hey Tommy! You still back there?"

Tommy popped up cheerfully and peered through the back window. "Yeah!" he said excitedly, "That was cool!!"

Noah kicked his door open, jumped out and yelled some more. "Cool my ass! You dumb shit-"

"All right, all right! I was just wanting to see what it would do, that's all, but I won't do it again, okay? Cause on that last curve, I almost scared the shit out of MYSELF, I'm not kidding!"

"Well, good!" and with that Noah stomped off towards the house.

"I thought it was fun!" said Tommy as he jumped out.

"Well, at least it was a quick trip," I finally managed.

"See? HE liked it, so-"

"I didn't say that," I cut in quickly, "I just said it was a quick trip. And that's ALL!"

"You're just another chicken shit!"

"Shut up, Tommy" said Jacob.

"Chicken shit! Chicken shit!" and with that he raced off.

Jacob shook his head in exasperation. "Don't worry, I'll drive slower from here on out... I didn't scare you, did I?"

"Uh-" (and I started to say, "Nah" but I caught myself and finished), "Well, yeah. Some. ... But I don't know nothing about that last curve because I had my eyes shut by then."

"Oh. ... Well, that was probably good."

(To set your minds at ease though, from then on his driving at worse was nothing more than just enthusiastic.)

But anyway. We walked inside and Jacob asked, "Hey, you want something to drink? We got Coke and we got Coke. So what's your choice?"

So I said I guessed I'd have a Coke. Then Noah came back downstairs into the den in just his boxers, still bitching. "He was just showing off for you, you know that, don't you? ... So, were you impressed?"

I shrugged and, not wanting to commit myself, allowed as how I couldn't remember ever going down that county road quite that fast before but I was still in one piece so what the heck.

"Yeah, but were you impressed?" he repeated, then not waiting for an answer he plopped down into a recliner and switched on... MTV. Which is kind of ironic, don't you think?

They just had basic cable, same as us (and I guess we were still paying for it even if we didn't have a TV anymore), but MTV was part of that package.

Yeah right, but was I impressed? Well, the fact that they had MTV was sort of a surprise, but I wasn't all that impressed, Jacob's driving... well, let's forget about that... so I guess that brings me to Noah sitting around in his boxer shorts. (It was up in the mid-seventies that day. It wouldn't last, but it felt almost like summer.) But okay, I was sort of impressed, but overall I think I did a good job of not staring, just a few casual glances.

Jacob went no further than just pulling off his shirt though. So he wasn't too bad, it wasn't like he was built, but he looked okay. One time he stretched and I figured he'd have some underarm hair, but I didn't see any. Which was sort of surprising.

But at least they weren't notably modest. So things looked promising even if I couldn't bring myself to get more comfortable myself that day, not even to the extent of kicking off my shoes. Because to be honest, I still felt a little awkward. And I kept expecting Jacob to all once say something like, "Hey, if you want to get out of your school clothes, it doesn't bother us any, when we're by ourselves, we're just a bunch of nudists anyway"... you're surprised I would imagine him saying something like that? Well, you sure shouldn't be... but I wasn't sure I wanted to take that step until I got a little more used to them. Because don't forget, we were all of a Pentecostal background, so unsaved or not, we're not prone to jumping into things. Sex, I mean. Not even to the extent of pulling out the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue and making comments, although at least that might be a good excuse for popping up hard, and if I were to see Noah or possibly even Jacob naked, then I just might and I doubted... well shit, I didn't have a clue, but it certainly seemed more likely than not that they weren't the least bit gay and if they were to think I was... it would not be a good thing. At all. So I was awash with conflicting emotions... and that was before things got really interesting. It was an interesting afternoon, actually.

I mean you still shouldn't get ahead of me here, but at any rate, all at once out back... foomp. It was a subdued foomp, that's why I didn't put it in caps, but right away Jacob and Noah's heads jerked up and Noah said, "Oh shit. What's he blown up now?" So apparently this was a common occurrence. But I was certainly wondering, I mean, "Don't you think we oughta go see if he's on fire or something?" so yeah, really, this apparent lack of concern on their part was bothering me quite a bit when "KOFF wheeze KOFF KOFF" he walked in.

Tommy, I mean. He seemed to be really excited. "Damn!" he exclaimed, "I just blew the SHIT out of that chicken house!"

"Well, at least we don't have to bother with tearing it down now," said Jacob with a shrug, "But why didn't you change out of your school clothes first?"

"Well, I didn't know it was going to go up like that because-"

"How much did you use, anyway?" asked Noah with obvious concern. About his bomb-making supplies as it turned out.

"I don't know, but it was enough. ... And don't worry about my clothes, I'll put `em in the washer, okay?"

"Yeah, and then you'd better get your butt in the shower," said Jacob authoritatively.

"No, I think I'll walk around with chicken shit all over me all afternoon," said Tommy sarcastically as he walked out. And I could hear him rummaging around and humming to himself and then he sauntered back out with a Coke in one hand and wearing nothing. At all.

"Satisfied?" he wondered, then he plopped down on the couch beside me and started watching TV. Didn't pay me any mind, just plop, he was sitting beside me. Naked. So I pretended not to notice. But how are you supposed to do that? I mean really, even if you're straight as all get out, how do you not notice when somebody naked sits down right beside you?

So I was trying to think of something suitably witty, but I'd only gotten as far as, "Um, like do you always-" when Noah came to my rescue. At least in a way he did.

As stern as he could manage he said, "Tommy, get in the shower. And you might want to put some clothes on when you're done. You're embarrassing our guest."

"Soon as I finish my Coke" Tommy replied forthrightly, then he looked at me and asked, "Am I embarrassing you?"

I shrugged, blushed, (couldn't help it), glanced over and managed, "So you're the one without your clothes on. So if you're not... don't know why I should be." And then I returned my attention to watching TV. And by the way, when I glanced over I was looking at his face.

"See? He doesn't care." And I didn't, really, but-

"So nobody wants to see your little dick, anyway" shot back Noah, "So why don't you-"

"Like yours is really BIG. It's not hardly any bigger than mine is-"

"Tommy, get upstairs NOW!" said Jacob. So maybe he was coming to Noah's rescue, I don't know, but at any rate at last Tommy got the hint and went upstairs.

But not without one last retort though, this time directed at Jacob. "And yours ain't all that big either. Sure hope I got something more when I'M sixteen than you do-"

"Okay, that did it" Jacob interrupted quickly (Awfully quick... you know, this was really very informative)... but just as soon as he jumped up out of his chair, Tommy took off running.

"You'll have to get used to him, anytime he can get away without wearing clothes, he does, that's all" explained Jacob.

"Yeah, I sort of noticed" I allowed.

"I mean, it doesn't bother you, does it? ... Because sometimes none of us do. It's not a big deal, it just feels kind of cool when we're here by ourselves, you know?"

And circumstances being what they were right then, I think I did pretty good. I shrugged and said "Oh shit. I have around my house some... when I could get away with it... I guess about everybody does that... but um... first I gotta get used to the idea I guess.." and I trailed off.

"Cool" said Jacob and then he returned his attention to nursing his Coke and watching TV. And nothing more was said about it. Not that afternoon. Nor the next day for that matter, Friday we talked about religion mostly. About how illogical the beliefs of our church were. There's no point in going into much detail about our discussion except I got the impression that Jacob and Noah were trying to justify their right... well, to do what they wanted to without worrying about going to Hell, and if it's not logical to believe that place even exists...

Well, whatever.

Tommy didn't seem too concerned one way or the other, though. He just wanted to go fast, blow up things and run around naked. Even if he didn't get to do any of that on Friday, March 24th.

Why he wanted to go around naked I was still coming to grips with. Because when Noah said "little", he wasn't exaggerating. It couldn't have been much more than an inch. One INCH! Or maybe one and a half. But that would be the absolute max. I'm serious. And no, his balls sure hadn't started dropping. But he was cute like a puppy (who hadn't been house trained) and he had a nice butt. Very white. I was looking at it from an artistic standpoint only, I mean I wasn't thinking about doing him, but it wasn't bad.

What? Like all at once I'm supposed to act like I wasn't interested?

I sure don't see much point in it, so okay, I was even more curious about Noah. From Tommy's remark I guessed he wasn't close to starting either. But he was still cute. And it had to be bigger than Tommy's. And I wanted to see it. And it sure looked like I'd get the opportunity before much longer because when Jacob mentioned how none of them bothered with their clothes either it didn't seem to bother him too much. Well, at first I think it might have a little, but when I said sometimes I did that too and I might not be against it, he seemed... well, interested.

At sixteen, Jacob had at least started... but apparently he wasn't WAY started... so I was interested in him as well. Sex? I already had that. So if the big thrill was getting naked, that was cool enough. And I could drop a few hints for maybe something beyond that... eventually I might... not way beyond, but... well, I'd just play it by ear. But I wanted to see where this was going.

* * *

Shortly after my old man picked me up Thursday afternoon, I was brought back down to earth when he announced he was taking me to the barbershop to get a decent haircut. He'd been complaining about my hair for quite some time, but up until then when I said I liked it the way it was (which really wasn't all that long) he let it go. But no more. I was getting pretty sick and tired of all that "putting his foot down" shit, but there wasn't very much I could do about it... and it turned out his idea of a "decent" hair cut was a buzz cut. I came out looking like a cancer patient or something. "It'll be cooler in the summer" he said cheerfully on our way home, "you'll get used to it." I almost had to bite my tongue.

So it looked like I'd be wearing my Carolina cap to school from then on out.

Well yeah. I'd switched from Notre Dame to dear old UNC. My cousin was a Tar Heel fan. Not Jeff, another one. Who I liked, but he was living out west by then. But they used to live in Raleigh. North Carolina. And if you'll just have a little patience, you might see what this has to do with my story, okay?

Because that night Carolina played Michigan in the Mideast Regional. And they lost. To goddamn Michigan. I heard it was a pretty fantastic game, but you know how it is, if your team loses then that's it. It's over until next year. But see, the way I looked at it, if I could've been watching them on TV then maybe the outcome would have been different. Not that I have any real empirical evidence that just my watching and crossing my fingers and saying things to jinx the other team helps, but it doesn't hurt anything... but I couldn't because we didn't have a TV anymore. So I was in a really bad mood Friday morning. But I was still going to wear my cap. Even if now it was mostly because of my hair.

Although at least I could console myself with the fact that IU had gone down in flames Thursday night as well, and in fact, they were crushed! Pretty much they were, so I didn't have to worry about hearing anything about how great they were and how they were going all the way and all that shit.

But the twins are big IU fans. They live and breathe Indiana University basketball. So they weren't happy campers the next morning either. Constantin wasn't really in the best mood, but he didn't take it quite as hard as the twins.

As usual, the twins watched the game by themselves down in the rec room. Because they get too hyper and their parents don't want them in the same room. I'd been over at their place when a game was on and I know how they can get. And you have to understand that once again it seemed like IU was peaking at the right time, that they really had a chance of going all the way. Again. They won it in `87, then if two years later they win it again... I don't think I could have stood it.

But anyway. With about 15 minutes to go in the 2nd half things were starting to look pretty dismal. So Dorsey said from then on out every time IU went down and didn't score, he was going to take a swipe out of his pubes. With a razor. And then Tommy said, yeah and every time Seton Hall DID score he was going to take a swipe out of his too... and that's why Friday morning they were both bald as a cue ball. They really didn't have much to start with, none of us did, but they gave it all for old IU. But they sure looked different. And I sure did get to see them up close and personal. Along with Constantin, Isac and Jesse. And they all looked different, because the twins managed to talk them into shaving themselves as well. Even Isac. Just to see what it would feel like. But once it's gone it's gone, you can't just put it back, you're going to be bare down there for how ever long it takes to grow back. And in my case that was in early May. Before it was pretty much back to where it had been before. Well, I'm about to get to that.

The twins were so upset about IU losing they got their mom to take them to school early the next morning and then they went over to Constantin's. (They called everybody right after the game. Although I don't think they mentioned the part about the pubic hair.) But anyway, they were watching from his room and soon as they saw my folks drive off, they were on their way. So I was just walking glumly out the door wondering if I wanted anybody to see me with my new G.I. haircut and there they were.

If you're going to play a rape game, it's good if you can make it seem as real as possible. Naturally. And that morning... oh my! They hustled me back inside like they were in the Mafia or something (and just like it usually is with the Mafia, I was surprised to see them) (and not entirely sure if I was happy about it either... you know, my new haircut?) and I might possibly need to start another paragraph here.

Or I might also consider not throwing in so many parenthetical statements. So okay, I'll think about it then.

But anyway, I'm going to start another paragraph.

So they grabbed me and shoved me back inside and Dorsey snarled, "What's with that damn UNC cap you're wearing? I guess you know they got their Carolina blue asses kicked last night" and I shot back, "Yeah, but at least not anywhere near as bad as-" and then Tommy said, "You better not say it" and knocked my cap off and then everybody went, "Damn! What HAPPENED?"

Which almost messed up the mood we were trying to achieve, but it wasn't long until they were poking fun at me, so now we were pretty much back on track again. Then Isac said, "Get his clothes off! Let's strip him naked!" Which was fun, but they seemed so grimly determined about it, so ruthlessly efficient that is was almost like they were with the CIA. So we were still on track. Especially when Tommy said, "Say North Carolina sucks. They suck, don't they?"

"IU sucks worse!" I fired back defiantly. Definitely back on track.

"Oh yeah? Somebody go to the bathroom and get a razor and some shaving cream. And a hot wash cloth. ... We're gonna fix you up good, boy!"

And they did. Which really did add an element of danger to the proceedings because the way things were going with my old man, there just was no way of knowing when he might decide he needed to whip me bare... and uh oh... and also I had to consider the preacher's kids. Because I was hoping to get naked with them fairly soon and... well shit. They didn't know if I had any hair or not, so maybe it didn't matter anyway, and besides, it sort of sounded like Jacob didn't have any when he was fourteen, so...

Which was as good a way of looking at things as any. I guess.

But then when they got naked... "Son of a BITCH! Why in the hell did you guys do THAT?" It was a shock. Even more shocking than them shaving mine off. And really, I liked their bushes. Especially Constantin's. But then on the other hand, it looked... interesting.

I got my ass fucked five times that morning. Yep, all of them. By the time it was over, I was drained. Literally. Last two times I orgasmed, nothing came out. And the time right before I went dry was just a dribble. Although the first time was when I was getting shaved. I could feel it building, but when it happened I was still surprised. And a bit chagrined. Because maybe I wasn't supposed to be getting into as much as I was, you know?

But then if you're supposed to be acting like you're being humiliated, chagrined works pretty good. You're supposed to be afraid and I WAS worried about the possible consequences of losing my bush. And I was also a little worried about possibly being asked what happened to our margarine. "When we left this morning there was a whole stick, now you mind telling me what went with it?" ... Beats me.

They had lube, but noo... they wanted to try margarine!

Worked pretty good though. Probably better than mayonnaise.

(But I don't know, maybe I shouldn't have said anything to them about Tyndal and his mayonnaise. ... you think?)

But. In conclusion, Constantin told me later that he shot off when they were shaving him, too. And Isac said it happened to Jesse and it almost happened to him. So I shouldn't feel bad about it.

So I did feel better. And finally (no really, this is IT) (at least for this chapter)... and finally Monday morning every last member of our club came to school with G.I. haircuts. Even Isac, although he did keep two side locks. But really, that made me feel good. You know how Mondays are, so that made my day. And it was just getting started. Even if you shouldn't get too far ahead of yourself on all this.