Sea

SUNDAY When I woke, the sun was peeking over the thin line on the horizon that was South Padre. The bay was so calm that it was glassy. Away from the island, it was impossible to find the horizon, as the sky met its reflection on the water. I had a moment of vertigo as I searched the light blue/grey distance. Daniel stood at the front of the boat, hands on his hips. He was watching the sunrise as the front of the boat rose and fell over barely perceptible swells. I walked up behind him and pressed my body to his, wrapping my arms around his waist. I put my chin on his shoulder and looked toward the sun. “Beautiful, isn't it,” I said. “What? What's in front of me or behind me?” “Well you do have an incredible behind, Dan,” I said, “Yeah, I think it could rival a sunrise for outright beauty.” He laughed and rested his hands on my arms. When he leaned back against me, I pulled his butt snug against me, and it seemed incredible to me, that I was holding Daniel like that, watching the sunrise. He laid his head back on my shoulder and let it roll with the boat's rocking. “Morning wood?” he asked quietly. “Well it started that way,” I said. “Maybe I better…” I stepped from behind him and put an arm over his shoulder and rested my hip against his. Lifting my cock I pissed out over the water. Daniel joined me and we played swords with our streams for a moment. As we did his hand moved to my butt and rubbed. I dropped my hand to his butt and rubbed too. We shook off our last drops and then Daniel turned toward me and put his arms over my shoulders. He slid his fingers into the back of my hair and pressed his pelvis forward. I met him with mine, and wrapped my arms around him. The sun washed us in gold, making Daniel's smile even warmer. “You look good in the morning,” he said, and toyed with the hair at the back of my neck. “Golden boy.” “You feel good in the morning,” I said. “You look good, all the time.” He tossed his head back and laughed, while I admired the line of his jaw, and the way his neck looked thicker with his head back. “Damn, you're beautiful,” I whispered. He lowered his eyes to mine, and pulled my face forward. We kissed, his fingers in my hair and mine on his butt. It struck me as very comfortable, holding each other that way, though my cock stirred for what seemed like the hundredth time that weekend. With a little lip sucking, our kiss ended. I bear-hugged Daniel and swung him in my arms. “What do you want to do first this morning?”

“Eat something,” he answered, “I'm starved.” I raised my eyebrows. “Not that, asshole,” he rubbed his crotch playfully against mine. “I'm hungry for FOOD.” Daniel broke from our embrace and walked back toward the small deck galley area. For Daniel, even such a short walk was athletic and beautiful to watch from behind. He ate a banana leaning back against the pilot console. Then he ate a couple of cinnamon rolls and drank milk while watching me gather up the snorkel gear. I drank some milk while I worked, but was anxious to get the day started. I had noticed that the water was even clearer than yesterday and I wanted to snorkel. “Didn't your Mama ever tell you that breakfast is the most important meal of the day?” Daniel joked. “You should eat something.” “Not hungry,” I replied, which wasn't entirely true. “I just wanna get in the water.” I thought the water would be cool, but it was pleasantly warm. There was not an ink fish in sight, though. In fact there was almost nothing in sight. We saw a couple of dog fish, poking their ugly heads out of holes in the silt bottom. We saw a stingray. There were a lot of reflections of fish turning away from us in the distance. But despite wonderfully clear water, we had to content ourselves with looking at different seaweeds, and of course each other. Daniel and I drifted apart as we swam, and I watched him, moving through the crystal clear water. He stopped to watch a crab crossing a sandy patch. Carefully, I snuck up behind him, and pinched the inside of his leg. He almost jumped out of the water. He came at me, and I was too slow turning. Daniel grabbed my cock and squeezed, then took off. I chased him and reached under to give his cock a squeeze, and then swam off at a right angle. With our swim fins, we moved like fish through the water. We swam hard, and gasped for breath between laughter. Any slight erections we might have had disappeared in the vigor of the game. We were both good swimmers and enjoyed flying over the bottom, butts breaking the surface as we chased each other. Finally I rolled to my back, spit out my snorkel, and caught my breath. Daniel came up and swam on his side beside me. The water flowed luxuriously over my butt and privates. Daniel reached out and took my hand. I rolled to my side and faced him. We swam, face-to-face, and talked. It was out of concern for our butts that we finally climbed from the water. We didn't want sunburned buns. Deciding that we wanted to fish next, we moved the boat to shallower water. The

fish weren't biting so we moved the boat closer to the island, and this time, hit a good spot. Time flies when you're catching trout, and it seemed like no time before Daniel pointed out that we needed to get the boat back to his uncle. When I put down the pole, and literally turned from the excitement of fishing, fatigue suddenly hit me, like a wall. But I wasn't ready for my time alone with Daniel to end. As he bent over the bait well, I kissed his back and brushed his butt with my hand. “I want to make love with you one last time before we head back,” I said. “You've come four times since yesterday morning,” he kidded. “You have any left?” “All I have to do is look at your butt and I ooze cum,” I said, half-seriously. “I have plenty.” He laughed. “Yeah, me, too. But let's get everything stowed away.” As we worked, I spoke out loud what I had been thinking. “We need to figure out how to be together more.” Daniel paused and looked at me thoughtfully. “Yeah, I know. I thought we could study together.” “But where would we have any privacy? Not at our houses,” I pointed out. “I did think we could keep fishing on weekends. Maybe do some camping.” “Do you think people would start `talking'?” he asked, his eyes twinkling. “I guess they might,” I acknowledged with a smile. “And my parents will give me trouble if I miss church too many Sundays. But they know I love fishing and camping. They like for me to do that.” Then I had another thought. “I wonder, though, what Stefan would think.” I glanced at Daniel. “I mean, we've always fished a lot together.” “Have you ever thought about bicycling?” Daniel asked. “Hey, yeah, I have.” I answered excitedly. I had been thinking about taking up bicycling. “I've even looked at a couple of bikes.” “Cool. I have a road bike that I really like. We can ride on weekends and after football season is over, we can take rides after school.” “That would be soooo cool,” I agreed. He winked. By the time all the gear was stowed, we had made several plans for getting together. I was bent over, putting away some of the last of the fishing gear when I felt Daniel's hands run over my butt and back. I stood up and leaned back into him and felt his breath on the side of my neck, and then his lips. He squeezed my shoulders, and then slid his hands along my arms and over my chest. His semi-erection pressed against my butt, and I

reached back for his hips. He kissed under my jaw, wrapping his arms around my waist. I turned my face toward him and kissed him over my shoulder. He let me turn in his arms, and then tightened them around me again. Slipping an arm behind the small of my back, he pulled me so hard, it bent me backward and immediately, his mouth was on my throat, kissing, sucking. Daniel was damned horny, and it was exciting that he wanted me. Daniel's cock was hard, and poked me between my balls and right leg. He forced me back, lowering me to the deck. I tried to kick the bedding back out and open. But I made no progress until Daniel paused to help me. As soon as it was spread out, I lay down on my back and held my arms out in invitation. Daniel knelt between my legs and lay down on me. I wrapped him tightly in my arms and squeezed his hips between my thighs. He kissed me hungrily, and thrust gently from the pelvis. Then he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, and kissed my throat again. I was wondering whether Daniel was about to give me my first hickey, and was sort of liking the idea, when Daniel paused, his lips resting beneath my ear. His breath seemed hot on my neck. And damn, his cock felt huge on the inside of my thigh. Then he started again, sucking my neck, humping against my leg. “You owe me,” I whispered hoarsely, squirming, catching his heat. “What do I owe you?” he asked breathlessly, chewing my ear. “You owe me what I did for you yesterday,” I whispered, spreading my legs out to the side and pulling my knees up. Daniel grunted and moved his hips, dragging his down into my crack. “Lube,” I said. “We need lube.” Daniel spit into his hand, and rubbed it into my butt. Then he spit again and rubbed it on his cock. “Is that gonna work?” I asked nervously. Daniel pressed his mouth to my neck again, and guided his saliva-slicked cock to my hole. He pushed in and I clutched at his back. “Oh, damn. Go slow,” I pleaded. Daniel paused. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. “You're just so fuckin' hot.” He rose off me and grabbed the two cushions we used the day before. After he stuffed them under my butt, he reached for the sunscreen and worked the lotion into my crack. His hand felt good. When he pushed a finger into me, I moaned approval. He searched around with his finger and pressed against good places. I moaned louder. He pulled his finger out and rubbed lotion between my legs and gently over my balls and cock, just as I had done for him the day before. Then he lubed his own cock, and moved up on me, also like I had done to him. He placed his cock at my hole and watched my face as he pushed in.

The moment of discomfort passed as Daniel lowered himself, and breath from his flared nostrils washed over me. “That's better,” I said. “That's good.” His hard, warm body settled onto mine. When he was all the way in, he held himself there, pressing against me. It gave me a wonderful, full feeling, and exquisite pressure against my prostate. His mouth found mine, I clutched at his back and locked my ankles over him, and Daniel moved his hips. It felt wonderful, the feel of his long cock moving in and out of me. I realized that it was not just the prostate, but also the anus itself that could be a source of sexual pleasure. The weight of his body on me; the feel of his waist between my legs as he pumped; his shoulders wrapped in my arms; his tongue pressing into my mouth; all added their sensations to those rising from my butt. All at once, something happened deep down inside me; I felt an intense craving and satisfaction. It rose from where Daniel's cock stretched me and ran up through my gut. My cock actually tingled, and my body twitched and shuddered. I grasped his shoulders and arched my neck back. I found myself actually gurgling. Daniel licked and gently bit my bared throat as he pumped. The boat joined in our rhythm. My leg muscles tightened on their own, squeezing Daniel's waist and my butt hole clamped down on his cock. He pushed up from me, and thrust harder, deeper. I grabbed his biceps tightly as I sucked in my gut and lifted my butt up to feel him plunge deeper into me. I wanted him to move faster; I wanted to feel the little, sexual shock each time his pelvis slapped my butt. And to my amazement, I felt a climax start to build with nothing touching my cock. It lay straight up my belly, naked and exposed. Daniel pumped frantically. The stimulation to my butt was building what felt like a huge orgasm. He was still pushed-up off me; our bodies met only where he was buried in me and my legs encircled him. But from that pounding connection, a double explosion was building. Daniel cried out and thrust all the way into me, holding there as he throbbed out his seed. I reached for my shaft. As soon as I grabbed it, my orgasm hit. Cum arched up from my cock, shooting over my head, landing on the deck above me; some drops landing on my face. I could hear my own cries, as if from someone else, echo across the water. We held there, enjoying the last of the sensations from our orgasms. Daniel's cock still filled me with a strangely deep, stimulating feeling. Lowering from my arch, I relaxed the muscles in my back and gut. When I opened my eyes, Daniel smiled dreamily. He laid himself down on me, and kissed my neck once more. Daniel felt so thick inside me; I wasn't softening at all. Not only was my cock still hard; it felt just as primed as when I had blown my load. It was like I still hadn't finished my orgasm; like I remained on a sexual high, almost over-stimulated. I moved my cock against Daniel's belly, and it felt good. I arched my back again, intending to rub my cock up into Daniel. When I did, the shaft of his cock pressed up against my prostate, and I was immediately slammed by a second, intense orgasm. More cum came squirting out between our bodies. I cried out, involuntarily arching my back higher and lifting Daniel on me as I rode up a fine

edge between ecstasy and agony. I had no more cum but I was still orgasming, my butt squeezing Daniel's cock repeatedly. He whimpered. I couldn't stop. Every muscle in my back went rigid. The rest of my body racked with shudders as my prostate continued to try to pump semen. I cried out, my back arched tighter, with my cock pressed hard up against Daniel. I couldn't stop, but kept going and going until finally, Daniel pulled out. When he did, the stimulus was suddenly gone. My orgasm stopped. I collapsed, eyes closed, gasping. “What was that? What happened?” I heard Daniel asking. I kept my eyes closed and let my head loll. My sphincter was still convulsing, and I was trying to quiet my insides. Slowly, they calmed. My butt relaxed. I opened my eyes and looked up into Daniel's concerned face. “I don't know,” I answered breathlessly. “But I sure hope it happens again sometime.” I smiled, weakly. Reassured, Daniel smiled back at me. “I want one of those!” he said. I felt absolutely exhausted. My limbs were strangely heavy. I could barely move. I dozed on one of the benches while Daniel stowed away the bedding and rest of the gear. When I heard him start the engine, I got up and sat next to him. We stopped in deeper water to rinse one last time. It was refreshing and I felt better. When we climbed back on board, Daniel dried me off tenderly. He was concerned for me. I was so tired; I let him dry himself off while I sat back on the pilot's seat. Daniel brought me a cold soda to drink. The soda was good. “I think you need to drink that whole soda and maybe eat something,” he suggested. I decided he was right. So while Daniel put the canopy down, I finished the soda and ate a cinnamon roll. My energy began to return. As he sat back down beside me, Daniel tossed my shorts into my lap and held his in his hand. “Not yet,” I said, and gripped inside his thigh. As we headed back, the wind and spray from the bow as well as the sugar from the soda and food revived me. I leaned against Daniel and put my arm around his shoulders. And then I nibbled his neck. “Feeling better?” he asked over the engines, and I could hear a chuckle in his voice. I reached with my free hand and gave his cock a squeeze. “Great answer,” he said. When we saw more and more boats in the distance, I gave his neck a final kiss, and we slipped on our shorts. Then Dan and I embraced one last time, and kissed one last kiss. We tied up to the dock at Daniel's uncle's beach house. As we lifted our stringers of fish onto the dock's fillet table, the back door opened. Austin and Ryan came

ambling down the stairs in red Speedos. As I mentioned, I mainly remembered Austin from the scouts. But that was a couple of years earlier, and I sure didn't remember the package he now sported, and it certainly hadn't been as obvious the day before when he was in shorts. For small guys, both he and Ryan were packin'! Ryan jumped onto and off the boat, looking at our gear, looking at the fish. But I noticed that he kept looking at me. Dan and I unstrung the fish and started filleting them. Austin came up from behind. I felt his arm on my shoulder; then he leaned his almost naked body against my back and side. I turned to smile at him. He smiled up at me. “Hi, Sean. Long time no see,” his smile widened as he asked, “Did you and Danny have a good time?” Then he winked. I turned to look at Daniel. He was pretending to work on the fish, but he was turning red. Austin laughed. “Yep. Looks like you sure did.” And then he winked again. I glanced once more at Dan, and he looked away. SUNDAY, CONT. By the time we cleaned the fish, loaded our gear into the jeep, and cleaned up the boat, I was dead tired. I thanked Daniel's Uncle James and Aunt Dorothy in a daze and then we climbed into the jeep. I yawned so widely, my eyes watered. It occurred to me that Daniel might also be tired. “You OK to drive?” I asked as Daniel backed onto the road. “Yeah, I'm fine,” Daniel answered, stifling a yawn of his own. “Do I need to do anything to help you stay awake,” I asked with a broad grin. “Oh, hell no! You've worn me out… well that way, at least. But I'm OK,” Daniel smiled. “Go ahead and rest.” “I will,” I agreed as we drove away from the beach house. “But first I have a question about your cousin Austin and the look he gave me.” Daniel turned red, but didn't say anything. He looked at a loss for words. “Let me guess,” I said. “Somehow Austin knows that you and I might be sharing more than a humble friendship?” Daniel nodded, staring straight ahead. “And the only way I can think that you would tell Austin about us, is if you and he have messed around before, right?” Daniel looked at me with mild surprise. “Maybe you ought to write detective stories.”

“So tell me about it.” I demanded. Daniel shrugged. “You know how I've stayed with them at their beach house a few times? Well, at the beginning of the summer, Austin and I had to share a bed. And, well… I woke up with morning wood the first day and with Austin sleeping all over me. He was hard too, and well, one thing led to another and we jerked each other off.” “That's all?” “Well, that morning that was all,” said Daniel, flushing again. “And?” Another shrug. “We've sucked each other off a couple of times, and well, he wanted to try cornholing and we did that… a few times, but mostly we've just jerked each other off.” “You must have done a hell of a lot of talking while you jerked off. How did he know about us?” “Well,” he said, keeping his eyes on the road, “last week, we talked about girl friends, and one night we even talked about boys we thought were good looking. He brought up your name first. You made quite an impression on him in the scouts. Said you helped him a lot and treated him well for a tenderfoot. He likes you. Anyway, I told him I liked you a lot too.” He negotiated through some traffic, then continued, “Last Tuesday night, when I stopped by my Uncle James' house to make sure we could still use the boat this weekend, Austin followed me out to the car. He stayed right on my heels, asking what all we were going to do. When I got into the jeep, he leaned in and asked, `So, are you and Sean messing around together?'” “Austin didn't even give me a chance to answer,” Daniel complained. “I guess my face gave it away. Before I could say anything, he just said, `cool' and walked away.” I thought it over. “Do you think he'll say anything to anybody?” “Austin? Naw. He's cool.” That relaxed me enough to yawn again. “I think I will take a nap,” I declared as I put my duffel between the seats. I explored whether it was possible to avoid impaling myself on the gearshift while lying down on my duffel and putting my head in Daniel's lap. It was, and I did. I found the softest place to lay my head was on his well-cushioned package. Daniel combed his fingers through my hair. I “ummmed,” satisfied, and fell asleep. Part way home, I woke at a stop. I had grown stiff in that position and tried turning on my other side. That put my face into Daniel's stomach. I nuzzled him as his hand returned to my hair, and I fell asleep again. WEEK 2 OF SCHOOL

That first week after we got back was busy, with school, football practices, long conversations on the phone with Daniel, homework, and too little sleep. Rachael called me Monday night and again on Wednesday, and continued being extremely friendly at school. She couldn't have made it any clearer that she wanted to go together. A month before, I would have been interested. But it was hard to be interested now. I was surprised to find Daniel's cousin, Austin at the house when I came home from football practice on Tuesday, and then again on Thursday. Ostensibly, he was visiting my brother, Colin, and his constant companion, Tommy. Each time though, as soon as I walked in the door I picked up an instant shadow. Austin really was a cute guy. But he looked and acted so damned young, and so damned obvious! I was embarrassed, even if I was flattered by his friendliness. Colin lost no time in teasing me about my “fan club.” After Austin left the second time, Colin poked me in the ribs. “Austin told me he was jealous of me because he always wished he had a big brother. I think you're nominated.” He poked my ribs a second time, and jumped back as I punched at his side. “It's that interception you made, and all those tackles last week,” he protested. “You're a star, Sean. Hey,” he said thoughtfully, “maybe I could sell your autographs.” I stepped toward him and he dodged away. What was really funny was that at my house Austin picked up a shadow of his own, my little sister, Laurie. She was only nine, but evidently sweet on Austin. She followed him following me. We had our own little parade. But that was only a minor diversion. There were a lot of things going on. As the week started, Stefan seemed almost embarrassed around me. He never asked how the fishing trip went, or even talked much about our game. When I threw an arm over his shoulder, he pulled away. So, even when Daniel was around, I tried palling around with Stef some between classes. It took most of the week before Stef began to loosen up. Aaron tried to get me to his house, or to meet him in the johns. He was horny, even though he claimed he had banged Barbara over the weekend. I don't know, maybe he did; Aaron was always horny. On Thursday night, my family and I went to watch Colin's team play. Daniel joined us even though Colin was about the only kid he knew who was playing. Colin started at quarterback and was an absolute standout. Unfortunately his team lost the game. My family went on home, but Daniel and I hung around outside the locker room afterward to take Colin out for a malt. I wanted to cheer him up and honestly congratulate him for an excellent game. He needed it. He came dragging out of the field house looking really dejected. At the DQ, I was specific and enthusiastic in my praise for his play. I ran through several of his plays, critiquing each. I was sure to let him know that I spotted a couple of shaky hand offs, and a lousy pass, so that he believed my excitement for his outstanding run on a quarterback sneak that almost broke for a touchdown, for several great passes he threw, and for overall great play calling-

even if his backs couldn't run. Daniel helped me, adding his own compliments and encouragements. By the time we were done, Colin felt better. Daniel drove us home, dropping us off in the drive. As we walked up to the door, I gave Colin's shoulder a squeeze. “You really did well, Colin. You played an excellent game.” He clapped my shoulder, too, and smiled up at me gratefully. “Thanks,” he said. “I feel a hell of a lot better.” He reached for the door, and then paused. “And Daniel's cool, too. I'm glad you guys are becoming friends.” Friday night was our second and final pre-season game. It was an away game, out of district, and almost a two-hour drive. The school we were playing was an old rival from a time when there had been fewer schools in South Texas. I played for the entire second half, again. It was like I hit my groove. I played so well, I surprised even myself. Besides getting another interception, I made a several solo tackles, include one touchdown-saver. Coach congratulated me in front of everyone as we were showering up, and loudly told me I would be starting the next game. That earned me several back and butt slaps. I was high on adrenalin when Aaron came looking for me. Everyone was preparing to load out, and Aaron dragged me outside ahead of them. He led me onto the bus and then to the back where some of team gear was stored. Aaron cleared a space on one side of the seat that ran across the back of the bus, moving the equipment that was there to the seats directly in front. I instantly realized what he was up to. His rearranging cleared a spot for us in the far back corner. In the process, he made sure the seats immediately in front of us, on both sides, were fully taken up with equipment. Aaron made it as private as he could. Younger guys normally sat in the back anyway, so I didn't think it would look that funny. I had been hoping, however, to sit up front and bask in the replay talk that was bound to go on as we headed back. Because of the way I felt about Daniel now, I hadn't been thinking about doing anything with anybody else. But standing next to Aaron in the dark, back corner of the bus, my feelings grew mixed. I mean, after all that sex the weekend before, and then nothing all week but a couple of jack-offs at home, I was horny and Aaron was a harmless way to take care of it. Besides, Aaron's horniness was always catching. After declining his invitations all week, I didn't want Aaron to feel rebuffed. At least, that's what I told myself. Besides, Daniel had only said he didn't want me messing around with Stefan. He never said anything about Aaron. Certainly, he wouldn't care if Aaron and I had a quickie sixty-nine in the back of the bus on the way home. It was always just sex with Aaron, right? So I climbed in by the window and Aaron sat next to me. As the rest of the guys started climbing on board, Aaron surprised me by waving Stefan back to join us. We slid over which pushed me against the side and scrunched Aaron in the middle. Aaron seemed happy enough. Good, I thought. If anything happens, Stefan's on the other side of Aaron, so it won't be like

messing with Stef. We talked about the game, but as soon as we were on the highway and it was dark back in our seat, I felt Aaron's hand slide up and down my thigh. It was hard to tell, but it looked like he was doing the same to Stefan's leg. In the seats farther up, some of the guys were talking, while others were falling asleep. No one looked back at us. I put my hand on Aaron's thigh. The back of my hand brushed the back of Stefan's hand, doing the same thing on Aaron's other leg. There was electricity in the contact. Aaron undid his pants and pushed them and his underwear down to his knees. His big cock sprang up, a darker shape in the dark. I saw Stefan's hand move to take hold of it. Again, I looked around nervously. Things were quieting down up front. Everybody was facing forward. I undid my pants and lowered them. Aaron's firm grip was instantly on my hard cock. He stroked me as I rubbed his inner thigh and Stefan stroked his cock. This was even better than a sixty-nine. I figured Daniel would have to think that mutual JO was harmless enough. But then Stef moved to the floor. He knelt in front of Aaron and took Aaron's cock into his mouth. Stefan lowered his pants, but kneeling on the floor his position was cramped. He pushed Aaron away from me on the seat and moved up between us, sliding his ass up almost into my lap while keeping his head in Aaron's lap. His naked ass pushed back against the bare side of my leg. It was too tempting to not rub my hand over his butt. Stefan had a fine butt, made finer by football workouts. I let my finger slip into his crack. “Do it,” Stef lifted off Aaron's cock to encourage. It'd be awkward in the space we had, but I rolled my hips to spoon Stef and my cock pressed against his butt. I bent over him, lowering my mouth close to where Stef was sucking Aaron. “I don't have any lube,” I said. “Use spit,” Stef quickly whispered, before returning to work on Aaron. I wasn't sure my spit was viscous enough, but I was so damned horny. I spit into my hand and rubbed it into Stef's butt. I spit some more and rubbed it over my cock. Then keeping my head low behind the seat, I pressed the head of my cock into Stef's crack and found his opening with my cockhead. Holding my shaft, I pushed forward with my hips, and my crown popped inside Stef. He tensed while I carefully pressed forward until my balls lay against his butt. Then I laid my chest on his side, and reached between his legs to take care of him too. Stef worked on Aaron, while I ground into Stef's back end. Holding Stef cupped in my body like that seemed different than it had before. It was hard to still think of it as just messing around; just getting our rocks off. He loved me, and we'd been buddies a long time. I was tempted to kiss him. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the feelings - Stef's smaller, hard body under me; his tightness on my cock as I moved in and out in long strokes; the breeze blowing over my bare hips, my face, and through my hair; the rocking of the bus, and the vibrations from the road coming up through the floor; the gentle bouncing that swung my balls back and forth on the soft skin of Stef's butt, and

rubbed the front of my thighs against the back of his. And then Aaron was crawling over us, bare ass above the back of the seat in front, wet cock dragging across my back. Stef and I both cursed under our breath as Aaron made too much noise. He pushed Stef and me forward on the seat and wedged his hips down behind my butt. “I don't have lube,” I hissed back at him. Aaron pushed my butt forward, almost shoving Stef's head past the end of the seat in front of us. Then Aaron did the saliva thing, rubbing spit into my butt. I reached back to add spit of my own, not trusting him to do a good job of it. Aaron was horny and not in his gentlest mood. He found my hole and his cock felt huge when he pushed in. Afterwards, Stef fell asleep, lying back against me. I rested my cheek on the top of his head and stared out the window. We entered a stretch of concrete highway, and the steady clack, clack of the tires on road gaskets came through the open windows, making me drowsy. However, instead of the warm afterglow of sex, I had pangs of guilt. So much for mutual JO, I thought. How would I ever explain this to Daniel? Maybe, I thought, I better not tell him at all. The next morning, Saturday morning, Daniel and I took our first bike ride. He showed up wearing black lycra bicycling shorts and a bright yellow bike jersey. His cleated bike shoes had the effect of working his butt and legs as he walked, like high heels do to women. His cock was out to the side, outlined explicitly by the lycra. Damn he looked good, front and back. His bike was sleek, clean, and light. I had borrowed my dad's old three speed and wore cut-offs and a tank top. The morning air had that first bit of coolness that signals Fall. But it was still South Texas and humid. I had to work to keep up with him. Daniel assured me that a proper bike would make that easier. In the meantime, he led the way most of the time, letting me draft. I enjoyed riding behind him. I liked watching the muscles in Daniel's butt, back, and legs. Unfortunately, my muscles were working too and the briefs I wore under the cutoffs began chafing. On top of that, my butt was still sore from Aaron's pounding the night before. Remembering that, bummed me. It didn't sit right with me not telling Daniel about the bus ride. I didn't like keeping secrets from him. I wanted to confess; tell Daniel what I'd done with Stefan and Aaron and explain that I was sorry. But I was afraid he'd be mad, or worse. I felt like a major slut. Stef had been my best bud forever. It was great, him sleeping against me on the bus. But I'd trade a hundred Stefans and Aarons for Daniel. Daniel was bright, and fantastic looking, and fun. But it went far beyond relative qualities; beyond in a way I couldn't exactly explain. Daniel was different than anyone I'd ever

known. His smile could give me butterflies. His body stirred me. When we were together, I felt like I was special, more like who I was supposed to be than I ever was on my own. I wanted him to belong to me, which probably meant he wanted me to belong to him. Somehow, that put messing around with other guys in a new light. Daniel was happy and animated this morning. He wanted to talk and it was obvious he was happy to be with me. The nicer he was to me, the more the bus ride prodded my conscience. Daniel and I had ridden miles out of town when I pulled up alongside him. “My bottom is beginning to get sore from this bike seat. Is there some place around here we can stop?” Daniel smiled at me and directed us up onto a levee. “We're almost to a place I had in mind,” he said. “We can stop and I can kiss your sore butt and make it all well.” He flashed me a grin. That “kissing” idea actually sounded pretty good to my butt. I was beginning to ride standing up off the saddle. After a quarter mile the levee entered a wooded area. We got off our bikes and walked them down the embankment and into the woods. There was a clearing a short way in. “I found this one time,” Daniel said, “when I stopped for a stretch and a piss. I felt like exploring and...” he trailed off, sweeping his hands around the clearing. We laid the bikes down and Daniel stepped up to me. Taking me in his arms, he rubbed his crotch to mine, and smiled happily at me, before pressing his mouth to mine. It was uncomfortable. I felt unclean, unworthy. Somehow, I felt that I had betrayed him. We were both damp with sweat and getting wetter. At least when we were cycling, the wind kept us cooler and drier. But the sweat was morning sweat, and Daniel's smell was good. He slid his hands down to my butt. It was familiar, the move of a lover. He grabbed me by the cheeks and tugged me to him with a hungry growl. He pulled hard, and the affect was also to pull my cheeks apart and stretch the sore skin. It felt good and I sighed, yielding to his kiss. He felt so damn good against me. I pushed away all memories of the night before. I wouldn't remember. Daniel's hands kneaded and worked my butt. “Oh, I gasped. “You have no idea how good that feels.” “It's gonna feel better,” he whispered. As our lips met again, he undid my pants and slid them off my hips. The cutoffs fell to the ground. His hands slid under the back of my briefs and massaged my ass more directly. His hands felt soothing and sexy all at once. And I could feel his crotch better, rubbing against mine. Only my briefs and his thin lycra remained between us. He felt strong in my arms. I pulled up his jersey, and could feel his skin stretched tight over back muscles as hard as steel, harder than they'd been before. And I

thought that bicycling must work back muscles. I pulled his jersey off, and then my own tank top. Daniel kept rubbing my butt; firmly, soothingly. But as comforting as that was, his cock ground insistently against mine. I pressed my bare belly to his, and my chest to his chest. I ran my hands admiringly over his strong back, damp with sweat, and opened my mouth to his. I wanted my naked cock on his and grasped the waistband of his shorts, peeling them down. Squatting, I left the loving feel of his hands on my butt long enough to pull his shorts off over his shoes. He was naked now, except for the shoes; and I joined him, taking my briefs off. As I stood back up, I looked doubtfully at the dry grass and sticker burrs. “How are we going to do this?” I asked. Daniel smiled and turned his back to me. Backing up, he ground his butt into my cock. “You remember how I told you that I thought of a hundred ways we could make love?” he asked. “Uh huh,” I said leaning forward to kiss the back of his neck. I slid my cock up and down his crack. “Standing up, like we did at the beach?” “Yeah,” Daniel answered. “Let's do it.” He stepped away to reach into his bike bag and pulled out a tube of lube. He stepped back to me, butt first. “No,” I said. “I'm the one with a sore ass. You promised to kiss it and make it all better, remember?” I know it sounded crazy after the fucking I took the night before, but my butt was really sore and the thought of Daniel filling me, and his body pressing against my soreness struck me as likely to be real soothing. Daniel smiled as I turned around. There was a big hackberry tree close by. I stepped up to it. Leaning forward, I placed my hands on the trunk and spread my feet, pushing my butt out behind me. “Damn,” Daniel said, as I felt him rest one hand on a butt cheek while his other dropped the lube to the ground and reached under me to cup my balls. “You should see what I'm seeing. You have one hell of a fine butt, Sean. With it all spread out and pointed back at me like this; why even where you're red from the bike saddle, you look...hot.” He stepped closer. I felt his cock, thick and warm, settle into the length of my crack. It tugged and pressed as he slid it up and down, and rubbed my sore places. “Oh, damn, that feels soooo good,” I said. “Wait,” Daniel said as he dropped to a knee behind me. “I haven't kissed it yet.” True to his word, I felt his mouth and tongue kiss and lick where he saw that I was sore. His fingers tenderly massaged my balls and cock. It was soothing and stimulating at the same time. When I felt his tongue press forcefully and wet, up behind my balls, my legs went weak. I moaned and hoped that up close, my butt hole didn't look too raw from the night before. I spread my feet farther and Daniel licked between my legs, my perineum. Then I felt something cool slide up my crack. It was the KY, on his fingers. He was

gentle, working it into my crack, over my soreness. Then he was at my hole, and I felt his finger push in and search for my prostate. I went up on my toes and whimpered. Around us, locusts raised their high-pitched din. A faint breeze cooled my chest. But all my attention came back to the finger inside me, searching for places that gave me pleasure. I leaned my head on my arms and whimpered. His finger pulled out and moments later, his hands gripped my hipbones as he moved the head of his cock forward. “Pull your feet together a little,” he instructed. I did. It raised my butt hole to just the right height. He didn't hesitate; he pushed in. He worked in slowly, and the angle was good. He stretched my soreness and I sighed gratefully. I left one hand on the tree and with the other, stroked myself. I liked this position. Daniel made it all the way in, pulling me hard by the hips, pushing in as deeply as he could. I pushed back against him. “Oh, fuck, you feel great,” he said, throatily. “You too, Dan. Oh, damn. You too.” While I held the tree with one hand and my cock with the other, Daniel moved in and out of me and explored my body with his hands. “I love your body,” he mumbled, appreciatively. “Oh, man, just keep moving,” I encouraged. “It feels so good.” Daniel's speed quickened and he gave up his exploration of my body, settling his hands back on my hips, where he pulled me back each time he thrust forward. His strokes were long, pounding. His thrusting stimulated the hell out of my ass. I quit stroking, and still, my orgasm began to build. His cock was squeezing it out of me, thrust by thrust. “I can't take it much longer,” I warned. “I'm going to cum.” “Do it!” he said. “I'm there too.” He pumped faster. I grabbed my cock in and a flurry of strokes, brought on my own orgasm. My semen splattered against the tree, and as I was finishing, I felt Daniel shoot hard inside me. We slowed. Sweat dripped from our bodies. He stayed in me while his hands rubbed my butt and back. Then he bent forward and I felt him kiss my neck. His arms came around me. I put both hands on the tree and pushed my butt back, comforting my soreness on him. “You OK?” he asked. “Yeah. Still feels good.” So Daniel rubbed me and kissed my back until he slid out, and we stood upright. Daniel slid his hands up my belly and pressed himself to my butt. He nuzzled

behind my ear and his breath flowed over my neck. “I've been waiting all week for this.” “Yeah, it was a damn long week,” I commented, feeling like a heel and a liar because of the night before. “But I may need another week before my butt can take another ride. By the time we get back, I won't be able to sit for long.” “What? Didn't this help?” “Sure,” I answered, rubbing back against him. “You need to write this up for bicyclists everywhere; a sure cure for sore bike butt.” Daniel laughed and hugged me. “It's called `saddle soreness,' and it's worse with a good hard bike seat like I have.” There's a new kind of seat coming out you can check out; gel seats. They're softer, but you still get power to the pedals.” He rocked me as he held me. “You need shorts like mine,” he said. “They have pads in them. And we need to toughen up your butt.” “I don't think I'd look as good in those shorts as you do,” I told him. “You're going to get raped in those things.” Daniel kissed the middle of my back, right between my shoulder blades. Then he swatted my butt and stepped back. “Let me see you in them,” Daniel insisted. “Go ahead and try them on” I thought about it. I was a little taller than Daniel, and a little meatier, but lycra stretches. “Have anything I can clean with first?” I asked. “Yeah, I do. I always carry a couple of paper towels in case I have to take a dump or something.” He retrieved them from his bike bag. I wiped myself clean and handed the used towels to Daniel, “You can have them back now.” He laughed, sniffed at them, and said, “I might just keep them.” He rolled them into a ball and stuffed them into his bike bag. “You are kidding,” I said as I stepped into his shorts. He winked. The thought came unheeded that Daniel had just been wearing these same shorts; that his cock was where mine was now and his balls were where mine were now. The feel of the material began to give me another erection. My cock thickened up across my belly. The lycra showed it off clearly. “Yep,” Daniel said, eyeing it, “you definitely look better in those than I do.” He walked around me, looking at me from all sides. Then he stepped up to me, and put his arms around me. He smiled and kissed my cheek. “When we get back, I want you to keep these. I'll get another pair.” I wrapped my arms over his shoulders. “Thanks!” I said sincerely, but then couldn't resist asking, “Do I have to stay hard all the time.”

“Absolutely, or you have to strip them off on the spot and hand them back over.” I hugged him, laughing. “If we just stay like this, I won't ever have to give them back.” “If we stay like this,” he said, “I'm going to want them off again anyway.” He started to back away, but I held onto him and pressed my lycra-covered thickness to him. “Think we can both fit in here?” I asked. “If you hug me hard enough.” I hugged him hard and he hugged me back. He kissed my neck and ran his fingers into my sweat-drenched hair. It was getting hot… literally. “I need water,” I said. “We could kiss,” Daniel said, grinning. “But I don't have much spit left.” We stopped at a convenience store on the way back and sat on a bench out front to drink a cold soda. We didn't say much, but that was cool, too. It was cool just to be with him. And that was the neat thing about cycling with Daniel; we could talk, or not talk. Usually, we talked a lot. That day, we talked about bikes. I had some savings, and as I had mentioned, I actually had been looking at bikes. Dan promised to help me shop. On the way home, we planned out how to get me outfitted. Since our campus was an open one, Daniel thought we could get some bicycle shopping accomplished during lunches the coming week. By the time we arrived back at my house, my butt felt like hamburger. I really would have liked Daniel to stay and care for my ass some more, but that would definitely have my parents wondering. Instead, after I soaked in a hot tub for a while, I decided to beg Colin to apply some ointment for me. He was lying on his bed in our room. I came from the john in just my towel and made my request. “Get mom to do it,” he told me without looking up from a book he was reading. “You've got to be kidding,” I said. “Dad may be around. Get him to do it.” “You've got to be kidding,” I repeated. “Oh all right,” he said with dramatic resignation as he closed his book and sat up. I went to my bed, dropped the towel and lay down on my belly, spreading my legs to give him access. Colin walked to the foot of my bed, surveying my damaged bottom. “Well I don't have to ask where you need the ointment, but do you really expect me to touch you there?”

I groaned, “Please, Colin. I am so sore. You're my brother. I'd do it for you.” “Yeah, right.” “No kidding. My heart would go out to my poor little brother in need. I wouldn't be able to bear seeing you suffer,” I said sweetly. “Austin wants an older brother. Maybe I ought to go call him to come over,” Colin suggested. “Please, just fuckin' rub my butt!” I hissed, exasperated. “You're going to really owe me for this,” Colin said, dipping his hand into the ointment jar. Even though he's my brother and even though he complained mightily about having to “grease” my ass, he did a good job. By the time he was done, my butt felt much better; I was also rock hard so I stayed on my belly. I told him I was letting it “sink in.” As Colin walked by to go wash off his hands, his bulge looked bulgier than normal. Funny, it pleased me that my butt might even have an effect on my own brother. Later that afternoon, I called Aaron, acting like I just wanted to talk about the game. He of course wanted to talk about the bus ride. That was the real reason I called. I knew Aaron and his big mouth. Casually, I asked him not to say anything to anybody, especially Daniel. “Why,” he laughed. “Do you think he'd be jealous or something? He can come over and we'll all do it again.” “Not jealous the way you're thinking, Aaron. But he and Stefan are sorta jealous of each other, you know, about being my best friend. We're working through all that and it would really mess things up if you said anything.” With laughs and guffaws, Aaron finally agreed to keep quiet. Next, I called Stefan. Again I pretended to want to talk about the game. Stef didn't even mention the bus ride. I had to bring it up. But before I could ask him to keep quiet about it, Stefan suggested, “I don't think you ought to say anything to Daniel about what happened on the bus, Sean. He might not appreciate it. And you ought to warn Aaron to keep his big mouth shut.” Relief flooded over me. And gratitude. Stef still was a good friend, and I said so. “I'm not stupid, Sean,” he said. “If I messed things up between you and Daniel, you'd be royally pissed. It's better for you to know that you and me… we can mess around anytime you want and I won't ever say anything to anybody.” I swallowed hard. That's not what I was expecting and not at all what I wanted. “Anytime you want, Sean,” Stefan repeated. “Uh, thanks, Stef,” was all I managed to stammer out.

Week 3 The Sunday morning sports page had a regular article where each local coach named his player of the week. Coach had given my name this week. I was popular at my parent's church that morning. Men backslapped and congratulated me. Girls smiled at me. And later that day, a couple of teammates stopped by. But what really got me excited wasn't talking about the football game, but rather, thinking about bicycling… with Daniel. It turned out that Dad was almost as happy as me about the idea of my buying a bike. I guess he was a closet cyclist. He arranged to meet Daniel and me at the local bike store at lunchtime on Monday. We told Stefan our plans and he wanted to come too. All of us wound up meeting Tuesday and Wednesday as well, before finally settling on a bike and all the right extras. Dad wanted me to get a good bike and chipped in some extra cash to help. Stefan found a bike he liked too, but needed to save more before he could buy it. The only problem with all the excitement of buying the bike was how I felt each time I was with Daniel. I hated the feeling that I was hiding something from him. I felt like I had cheated on him, all because of that fucked-up bus ride. On Wednesday, when we bought my bike, excitement won out over all my other feelings. I was anxious to take it out for a ride that night after football practice. Daniel joined me for a short ride. I wore the shorts he had given me and had to sneak my hard cock out the door by holding a bike bag over it. Daniel and I rode around town. The bike was a Raleigh, with dark blue paint and great components. The tires were thinner than a tight butt crack. It was an absolute joy to ride. Once I got the shifting down pat, I even made Daniel work to keep up with me. On Thursday night, Daniel had to attend a dinner with his parents, and my family all went to see Colin's football game two towns over. Even though we only had a short football practice, I had a ton of homework and decided to stay home. Back then, we rarely locked our doors when someone was home. Kids and adults were always coming and going. So when Austin came by, the door was open. I was lying back on my bed in running shorts and a t-shirt, reading with a book in my right hand and scratching my balls with my left. When Austin came through the door saying, “Hi!” I virtually levitated off the bed in surprise. “Ha,” Austin said in triumph, “I scared you.” He was standing in the doorway, his slender frame encased in shorts, t-shirt, and sandals. His eyes danced mischievously as he leaned against the doorframe. The fine hairs of his arms and legs were gold against his dark tan, and it was hard not to notice that he was a damn cute kid. “No Austin, you didn't scare me. I jump like that for exercise. It's what I do for a workout at night.” For a moment, Austin gave me a blank look. Then he smiled and raised an eyebrow, “Really? I can think of better workouts.” He walked toward my bed.

“Where is everybody?” “At Colin's football game. I stayed home to study.” “Oh, I didn't know Colin had a game,” Austin said innocently in his raspy, fourteen year-old voice. I raised my eyebrow and smiled, “Really?” He ignored me and looked at my book. “Math,” he said with mock dread. “Yuk.” “I like it,” I told him. “Smart people do.” Then I wriggled my eyebrows at him before burying my head back into my book. The next thing I knew, I felt Austin's hand on my leg. “Man, you've got long legs… and strong, too,” he said, giving my leg a squeeze. “You lift weights?” “Yeah, some,” I said, and shook my leg so he'd lift his hand. I lifted the book higher with my right hand and let my left arm lie at my side. Austin climbed onto the bed, planted a knee on either side of me, and sat down so that what he had between his legs pressed on what I had between mine. “Maybe you can teach me how to workout with weights,” he said. His package pressed down on mine as he leaned forward and I felt his hand on my left bicep. “You've got good muscles, Sean. Some guys do weights too much. I don't like it when guys get fat muscles. Skinny's better. Daniel's too skinny though, but you're just right.” Austin rocked around on me as he talked and I felt myself stiffening under him. I would have made him get off me except that I figured the little shit knew exactly what he was doing and wanted me hard. Besides, it felt good. I pretended to ignore him. But when he pulled the bottom of my shirt up, I put the book down. “Nice abs,” he said. Austin lifted my shirt higher and peeked under. He smiled and ran his hand over my belly. Then he leaned forward and I could feel that he was hard, too. “Take off your shirt,” he said. “I want to see your muscles.” I laughed; he was so obvious. And then he winked and looked so damned cute. Sure, he was coming on to me, but I was flattered. Without getting up, I pulled my shirt off. Austin's eyes widened with pleasure as he looked me over, and I was even more flattered. He placed his hands on my stomach and rocked forward and back, rubbing my belly skin over my ab muscles. His eyes traveled up to my chest. Leaning forward even more, he put both hands on my pecs. “What are these muscles called?” he asked, rubbing them in opposite directions. “Pectorals,” I said, enjoying the feel of his hands. “They call `em pecs.” He rubbed, and grinned down at me.

Sliding my hands up to cup his butt, I pulled his hips tightly to mine, our erections pressed together. “Know what these muscles are called?” I asked, kneading his butt. Austin chuckled. “Which ones?” “These muscles, you screw-up,” I said laughing, and kneaded his butt. “Sure,” he said, with a smile. “They're called buttocks.” I shook my head, slowly. “Sure, but their also called, glutes… gluteus maximus.” “Glutes,” he said with a smile and wiggled his butt against my hands, which also had the effect of wiggling his crotch against mine. Austin slid his hands to my sides. “What are these called?” he asked, gripping my lats. “Careful,” I cautioned, tensing. “I'm ticklish.” Austin smiled, but I answered him before he could get ideas. “Lats,” I said. “Latissimus dorsi” He stroked up and down the muscles. “Lats,” he said appreciatively. “You've got nice ones.” Cocking his head, he eyed me suspiciously. “How do you know all these muscle names? From sports?” “Nah,” I answered. “I've always liked biology.” I held his small hips and moved him over me. “Biology, huh?” He grinned mischievously and moved his hips for my hands. Then his eyes traveled higher up my body. “What are these?” he asked, placing his hands on the ends of my shoulders. “Deltoids.” Austin nodded. “Stefan has great deltoids. Does he get them from exercise?” “Nope. He's always had good delts.” “You've got good delts, too,” he said, squeezing my shoulders. Then his hands slid along the top of my shoulders toward my neck, and he bent farther over me, his face coming close to mine. “What are these called?” he asked squeezing my muscles, his eyes teasing. “Trapz,” I said. “Trapezius.” His face was so close. I wondered if he'd ever been kissed. “You've got killer trapz,” he said softly. His smile faded, and our eyes locked. He licked his lips and then spoke very quietly. “Let's do what you and Dan did at the beach.” There's always a moment in each sexual encounter when you can stop yourself. You don't always recognize those moments when you're sixteen, but there was

just a second there when he mentioned Daniel's name, and I remembered how Daniel's face looked when he bent over me and how his body felt on mine. I could have stopped right there. But his now hard cock pressed alongside mine through our shorts, and he ground against me as I considered. It might be different if I hadn't already messed with Stef and Aaron. But since I was already hiding that from Daniel, what was one more thing? I didn't need to tell Daniel about this either. Austin squeezed my trapz harder. “You can cornhole me,” he said in almost a whisper. I couldn't help it. My cock twitched. “Let's take our pants off,” he suggested. Before I could say yes or no, he sat up, tugging at my waistband. I lifted my hips and he pulled my shorts down. Austin's eyes locked onto my cock when it sprang free and slapped up against my stomach. For my part, I watched his cock spring up when he pulled off his shorts. He was well hung for a small guy, his cock wagging as he pulled off his shoes and shirt. For all his admiration of my body, his was beautiful in a slender, boyish way. His dark tan contrasted dramatically with the skin left white by his speedos. He had little pubic hair. But judging by the size of his equipment, he was well into puberty. His cock and balls were flushed a deep red and looked huge on the white of his body. I wondered if he would grow into them or if his privates would continue to grow as he did. If so, he was going to be remarkable. But then I thought, he already was. “Lock the door,” I told him before he could get back on the bed. He turned, closing the door. Austin's deeply tanned back was all bone and muscle. The long muscles on either side of his spine rose gracefully up from where they anchored in his narrow, white bottom. His speedos had left an incredibly sharp tan line over his brilliantly white butt. It was the one place he looked soft. The door locked, he came back to me, his erection bouncing with each step of his small body. And then he was back on me and this time there was nothing between us. Austin wrapped his hands around our two cocks, holding them together, and thrust with his hips, rubbing his cock on mine. I grabbed his butt, pulling him against me. “Damn, Austin,” was all I could think to say. “What do you want to do?” he asked. “Study math,” I gasped, my eyes rolling up. Austin laughed and lay down on me. “You wanna suck each other's cock?” he asked, his face close to mine. This time I didn't wonder if he'd ever been kissed. Grabbing the back of his neck, I pulled his face down to mine, his mouth to mine.

At first he resisted, just a little. And kissed stiffly. But I held him and worked our lips together. Austin loosened up. He relaxed and held my shoulders, and he kissed me back. I rolled us, so that I was on top, my hips settling between his legs, and felt my loose ballsack settle over his. When I opened my mouth, he opened his to me and I pushed my tongue in. Austin warmed to me and wrapped his arms over my neck, sighed, and then locked his legs over the back of mine. When I moaned, Austin moaned. And then he moaned again. Austin's body was the size of a girl's. His skin was smooth, and his butt was soft. Yet he had the bone and muscle of a boy; a strong boy. And he felt damned good, especially where our bellies pinned our cocks together. I ground against him, wrapping my arms under him, resting my weight on my elbows. Austin's hands left the back of my neck and traveled appraisingly over my shoulders and arms. He took a breath and squeezed my deltoids when I began to thrust against him. “Your muscles are so hard,” he said huskily. His hands moved from my shoulders down my arms, then to my sides, and onto the top of my back. I shuddered under their light touch. “You've got a great body,” he whispered. Then he looked up at me, hungry, and I knew for sure that Austin was gay. I buried my face in the side of his neck, not ready to be so honest in the way I looked at him. His lips pressed my ear. “Do to me what you do to Daniel,” he whispered. Groaning, I ground my hips down onto his and filled my nostrils with the scent of his hair. Austin squirmed under me and held my cheek pressed to his. “Please,” he said. “You can cornhole me. Daniel did, and Ryan and I have been doin' each other.” “Your brother?” I asked, surprised, and lifted my head to look down at him. “Yeah, some,” he answered quietly, looking away for a moment. Then turned back to me. “Come on. No one's around. It'll be fun.” Austin felt so damn good under me, and he was right, Daniel had messed with him already. If Daniel could, then I could. And there was no denying, Austin was almost beautiful, especially when he opened his light, gray eyes and looked up at me so hopefully. His fine, blond hair fanned out over my pillow like an aura around his head. His lips parted. The planes of his cheeks looked so smooth, so… soft. I lowered my face slowly toward his, and he closed his eyes. I kissed him lightly, once, twice. He moved his smaller body under mine, squirming, excited. His belly heaved under my belly, his mouth was hot, and when I looked down at him, his face was flush. “Let's do it,” I said.

“Let me roll over,” he said. “No,” I shook my head. The smallness of his body excited me. I wanted to fold his body in mine. “Let's do it like this. Face to face,” I suggested. And then I had another moment when I could have stopped, because Daniel was the only one I had done face to face with. At least that kind of face to face. But then I kissed Austin once again and he grabbed my butt. He was quiet when we finished. I had stayed inside him until he came, and now his cum lubricated our bellies. Pulling out, I rolled onto my back beside him and considered getting a towel. But my arm was still under Austin's head and he scooted toward me, crossing his arms in front of his chest, resting his head on my bicep, and tucking himself into my side. He looked almost angelic with his eyes closed, which said a lot for how much of Austin was in his eyes. “You OK?” I asked. He nodded. “It's not like it was your first time,” I pointed out. Austin rolled his head from side to side on my forearm. “I've never done it like this,” he said softly, “ with the kissing and all.” “You've never kissed another guy, right?” I asked, understanding how he felt. “I've never kissed anyone but my mom,” he said with a chuckle. Then he put his arm over my chest, lifted it when he felt dampness, then lowered it again. “You got cum on you,” he said. “No shit,” I answered. “And who's would that be, I wonder? And don't get it on my bed.” “Too late,” Austin answered with a lazy smile, his eyes, dreamy. I shrugged. “I'll pull my covers back up in a minute.” Austin rubbed his cum into my chest and belly. “I like kissing,” he said. “At least kissing with you, Sean. I can tell you've had lots of practice.” “Yeah, right,” I said with a small laugh. “Last month, when we camped at the beach was the first time I'd ever kissed a guy, and I hadn't kissed that many girls either.” “No kiddin'?” he asked, his eyes beginning to dance once more. “Who'd you kiss? Daniel?” I nodded and looked up at the ceiling. “I don't think anybody else can kiss like that, Austin. I mean, when we kiss, it's like he does something to my whole body. Sometimes, it's like he pushes my `light my fire' button. And sometimes, I just go all soft inside. And his mouth. I love the way it's always just a bit curled up in the corners, like he's always ready to smile, and his lips aren't too thin or too thick. They're like a beautiful girl's lips, but firm. And his mouth is always hot and

tastes like…” I suddenly realized that I was running on. Somehow, I felt like I could talk about Daniel with Austin in a way that I couldn't with anyone else. But Austin was very quiet. “Sorry,” I said. “Guess I got carried away.” I glanced at him. He was studying my face. “You really like Danny, huh.” I nodded. “Yeah. And don't even try to tell me you don't like messing around with guys.” “Sure,” he said and moved his head to my shoulder, putting a leg over mine. “I like it.” Resting my cheek on his hair, I laid my hand on his arm. “When did you start, you know… messing around with guys?” I asked quietly. He shrugged. “I always liked looking at guys, I mean, guys like you. I always hated being so short, and I've always wished I could look like other guys who are tall and have good bodies.” He rubbed my chest again, my hand moved with his arm. “You've got a great body,” I said. “Girls don't always go for tall. They go for cute. And you're cute. “What about you?” he asked without looking at me. “What do you like?” He asked, as though what I liked might be more important than what girls like. “Just now,” I said, rubbing his back with my other hand. “Doing what we were doing… well, your body was damn hot, Austin. I thought it fit mine perfectly. Like everything was in just the right place between us. I was really, really turned on.” He lifted his head and looked at me skeptically. “Honest,” I said with a chuckle. “Hell, couldn't you tell you had me all worked up?” He smiled, and his eyes danced again. Then he laid his head back on my shoulder. “Yeah, you were worked up. Me too. You felt so strong holding me like that. Your muscles are so hard. You have a great body, Sean.” “Well, I chuckled. My body likes your body.” I lightly stroked his back. “So,” I asked, “tell me who you've messed around with.” Austin pressed his forehead into the hollow of my neck and rubbed my shoulder. “A couple of years ago, when we got our beach house, Daniel's family came and they brought Stef's family too. Stef and Daniel shared Ryan's bed and Ry slept with me. Anyway, Ry had fallen asleep and those guys thought I had.” He rubbed my nipple with a finger. “They started talking. And you know how you can tell that somebody's up to something just by the sound? Well, I tried listening harder and I heard Stef say, `I asked, do you wanna' try cornholing?' Well I wasn't sure what that meant, but it sounded like something… nasty.”

“I was on my side, sorta like this, facing them. So I kept my eyes squinted to watch and played like I was asleep. They did it all under the covers, and back then, I thought Daniel was just rubbing himself on Stefan, and then Stefan on Daniel. I'd never really thought much about doin stuff with a guy. But they really went at it, and it made me horny.” “After they were asleep,” he said. “I rolled over and rubbed myself on Ry's butt while he slept, `till I came in my underwear. And after that, I started thinking about doin' stuff with guys, all the time.” “So when did you… finally do it?” I asked. He put a finger into my navel and wiggled it. “I showed Ryan how to jack off,” he said. “And we rubbed on each other some. He didn't even cum back then, and I didn't always, but we just rubbed at night some. Scotty, a buddy of mine, and I started trying things, mainly jacking each other off. And we tried sucking each other. We liked it, but liked rubbing about as much as anything. Then I heard what cornholing really was and thought about it… you know… like doing what Daniel did to Stefan.” He paused. His story had given me an erection. It lay flat up my belly, and I thought I felt his cock getting hard against my hip. “Go ahead,” I encouraged. He pressed his forehead harder against my neck, and I was surprised that mischievous, cocky little Austin might be modest. “Well,” he said. “I got Scotty to try cornholing with me, but we couldn't get it to work. I didn't know you had to use lotion or something. Then Scotty moved. But at the beginning of this last summer, Daniel stayed with us at the beach when school let out, and I got him to sleep in my bed with me.” Then he giggled. “I wanted to do stuff with him. So, like the first morning, I played like I was still sleeping and sorta laid on him, with my leg over his dick, like this…” he moved his leg up over my erection. “I moved it around till he got hard.” He moved his leg to show me. “And when Daniel woke up, we just started rubbing together, playing like we were asleep. But he knew I wasn't sleeping when I grabbed his dick,” Austin said laughing. “So,” I said. “I know you guys tried cornholing. I guess you liked it.” He nodded. “Yeah, a lot.” Then he looked up and me, his eyes dancing. “I got Ryan doing it with me now.” “He's ok with that?” I asked. Austin giggled. “He wouldn't look at me for a couple of days after I cornholed him the first time. But then he got horny and wanted to cornhole me. So I let him and now we take turns. And now,” he said, pulling one of my pubic hairs, “Ryan wants to mess with you.” He chuckled. “Man, when Ry saw you in just your swim suit, it's like he fell in love or something. But he's like really shy. I told him that he should come over here. I told him you were probably like Daniel. Just get you hard and you'll do

stuff.” He giggled. “Like tonight.” I reached down and pinched his butt. He squirmed against me and his erection pressed into my hip. He giggled, and then continued. “Anyway, when Ryan wouldn't come over here. I told him that I would, and that I'd get you to do stuff.” He reached down and, moving his leg from atop my cock, he grabbed the base of my shaft and rolled it around. “You've got a big cock.” “You've got a nice cock, too,” I started to say, “for a little guy,” but caught myself in time. “Don't tell Ryan I told you, OK?” he asked quietly. “I mean that he likes you and all. He's really shy. But you're like his hero now. Especially the way you play football.” “I won't say anything,” I assured him. “So you just came over to rape and pillage me, huh?” I asked with a slap to his butt. “Hey, I like you, too,” he protested. And then in a quieter voice added. “I like you a lot. You're a nice guy. You're nice to everybody, including us younger guys. Like when we were in the scouts. That's why Daniel says he likes you. Because you're different than everybody else.” “So he likes me for my personality?” I asked with a chuckle. Austin nodded, missing the joke, but then said, “And he says you're cute and fun to mess around with.” “Damn,” I groused. “He sure talks a lot.” Then something occurred to me. “Hey, this last time he was at the beach with you guys, did ya'll mess around?” Even though that trip was before our night on the boat, it was after Daniel and I had met. I wondered if that had changed things. “We always mess around some,” Austin said. “Ry and I got him to do stuff, but not much this time. He was tired.” Tired, huh. I thought about it, wondering if he held off, thinking of me. But before I could begin to feel guilty about not holding off much myself, Austin gave my cock a stroke. “Tell me how you started messing around with guys,” he said. I shrugged. “I was twelve,” I said. “A friend and I started doin' stuff together when we were twelve.” “No shit? Stefan?” Austin asked, stroking my cock slowly. “Yeah, Stef,” I said. “How'd you start?”

“Oh, I don't know,” I said, thinking back. “I remember, we decided to measure cocks because he didn't believe me when I told him how long mine had gotten. Then we talked about the way we each liked to jack off, and then we showed each other how we did it. I jacked Stef while he did me.” Austin nodded. “Daniel says you and Aaron do stuff, too.” I frowned. “Daniel definitely has a big mouth,” I complained. “I guessed on my own,” Austin said scornfully. “Aaron was with you guys at the beach.” “Yeah, but you wouldn't have figured it out if Daniel hadn't talked so much.” Austin slid his leg farther over mine, rubbing himself against my hip. “Tell me how you and Aaron started.” I chuckled and looked up at the ceiling. “I think Aaron was born jacking off. Not long after Stef and I started messing around together, Aaron and I found some of his father's playboys and wound up jacking off together. And then, all I had to do was mention that guys sometimes mess around. He already knew about that, and next thing I know, we're cornholing each other.” “And Daniel?” he asked. “How'd you start with him?” Stroking his back, I told him about the beach trip, and about our night on his dad's boat. I told him the things I felt about Daniel. Somehow, it was easy to talk to Austin, even if my story did start him humping my hip. When I finished, he was quiet for a moment, then lifted his head to look down at me. “Do you really like short guys?” he asked. I rolled to face him, pulling his leg over my hip. I smiled. “Sure. Look at Stef. He's always been my best friend and he isn't much taller than you.” “I didn't mean as friends,” Austin said, frowning at me. “I know what you meant,” I said and pulled his butt my way so that we pressed together. “Honest. Didn't you like what we did a while ago?” Austin grinned at me and rubbed his hand over my side. “Yeah, I liked it. Umm,” Austin said, his eyes twinkling. “How about if I, um, had a turn.” “Cornholing?” I asked. “Yeah,” he nodded. Sighing, I looked at the clock. “OK, but we can't take too long. My parents will be home soon. Austin smiled happily. “See, you're a nice guy. Everybody says so. You're just a really nice guy.” He'd been quiet long enough, I was afraid he was falling asleep on me. His cum

slicked cock had softened and had almost slipped out of me. “We need to get dressed, now, Austin,” I said. My family could be back any time.” He groaned and pushed up from me. “I was just getting comfortable.” “I know. That's what worried me,” I said, getting up. “Come here,” I said, motioning for him to follow me into Colin's and my bathroom where I tossed him a washcloth. “Clean up real quick.” He watched me clean myself, and did what I did. “Can we do this again soon?” he asked. “I don't know, Austin. I'm sorta interested in Daniel, you know,” I marveled at my own understatement. He nodded. “Are you guys like, boyfriends or something?” That struck me as odd, hearing it out loud. I mean, a guy having a boyfriend. But I liked the idea of Daniel being mine. And yeah, he was. I nodded. “Sorta.” And headed back into the bedroom. Austin followed me. “Can I be like… your little brother?” I chuckled. “Colin and I don't do what we just did.” “You ought to,” he said, grabbing up his shorts. “Colin's really cute.” “Yeah, right. I don't think most brothers get into it like you and Ryan do. Besides, Colin doesn't mess around with guys.” Austin paused and looked at me. “You sure?” I laughed, pulling my shirt on. “If you listen to Daniel, his dad says most guys mess around at our age, but I don't think Colin has.” Austin shrugged. “I was in a circle jerk with him on a campout last year. He's got a nice cock like you.” I paused. “A circle jerk? Like did you guys jack each other off?” “Nah, we each jacked ourselves. But I've heard that he and Tommy do stuff.” “Well,” I shrugged. “Don't believe everything you hear.” Glancing at him, I realized that Austin had a speculative look on his face and I wondered for just a moment, if he might be thinking about going after Colin. But then I dismissed the idea; besides being straight, Colin didn't take Austin very seriously. When he left, he asked once more. “Can we do it again sometime?” I patted his back. “Yeah, maybe. I like talking to you Austin. You're cool.” He had turned to go, but then turned back and came close to me. “Can we,” he asked softly, “you know… one more time?” “Kiss?”

He nodded. I smiled and pulled him into my arms. Colin's team won that night and I tried to be happy for him. But I was seriously behind in homework now. And Austin had barely been out the door before I started feeling guilty again; like somehow, the way I felt about Daniel, and even more importantly, the way he felt about me, meant that I shouldn't be screwing around with other guys; or keeping secrets from him. It had been bad enough before. Now it was even worse. “Damn,” Colin fussed when he came into the room. “How many times did you jack off tonight? Man, you oughta open the window. It really smells bad in here.” I ignored Colin, and was glad that Austin had left before my family got home. Each time I saw Daniel the next day, I felt bad. The more I thought about what I'd done on the bus, and with Austin, the lousier I felt. I played poorly that night. My game was just good enough to not get bumped from my starting position, but my mind was far from the game. I found Daniel in the stands. He waved. I waved back. I loved him, only him. I didn't want to lose him. Daniel and I went riding again on Saturday morning. The pants he had given me made a huge difference in how I felt, and even made a difference as to how well I could ride. We rode to a lake about eighteen miles from home. The entire time, even as we chatted, I had a bottomless ache in my gut. I was certain that I'd never feel right about myself, and even more to the point, I wouldn't feel natural around Daniel until I confessed to him. And if I didn't, I figured sooner or later, somebody would say something and Daniel would find out about the bus ride, or that I'd screwed Austin. It crossed my mind that I could point out that he still messed with Austin and Ryan after we met, but he could say that it wasn't the same. That was before our night together on the boat. And I didn't want to take anything away from what that had meant. Besides, Dad always taught us that if you're asking somebody to forgive you, never throw anything back at them. Though I smiled and tried to think of other things as we rode and talked, inside I felt terrible, trying to think of what to say; hoping I wouldn't lose him. It was fall, and almost no one was at the lake. We found an isolated picnic table way back away from the water and in the shade of trees. When I lowered my bike, Daniel stepped up, wanting to kiss and embrace. My heart pounded as I kissed back, but it was not pounding with passion. Breaking the kiss, I took Daniel's hand and lead him to the picnic table. Once there I sat down on the table, my feet on the bench, and patted the table top beside me, indicating for Daniel to sit down. He looked at me, puzzled, but took the seat. “I need to talk to you,” I explained, looking at him, then away.

“Something serious?” he asked with concern in his voice. “Yeah. You might think so.” He took my hand and held it in both of his, looking down at them. “Well,” I began, and told him the basics of what happened on the bus ride. By the time I was done, he was no longer holding my hand, or looking at me. For a long time he was quiet. When he spoke, he was angry. “Have you ever thought about saying no?” “It sorta just happened, you know. It's hard once things get going,” I protested quietly. “Yeah, something was hard,” he stood up and turned to face me, hands on his hips. “Sean, you fucking asshole. I told you it would be hard for me if you made love to Stefan. No, shut up,” he said as I started to open my mouth. “You're gonna say it wasn't making love, but I bet it was for Stefan.” He fumed another moment, then, “And it doesn't sound like you even thought about me, or what I had told you. Get your dick hard and you'll fuck anything, you fucked up, ball-brained, dick head.” I let him rant. He had every right. When he finally quieted, I took a deep breath, “That's not all of it,” I said. I could feel him glare at me. “You know your cousin, Austin?” “Shit,” was all he said, and waited. I told him about Thursday night. When I finished, he quietly got up and walked away. I just sat on the table and sweated in the shade of the trees, and worried about losing him. Long after Daniel disappeared toward the lake, I sat on the picnic table and finally started to cool down in the light afternoon breeze. My sweat dried, leaving my skin salty and I wondered how cold the lake would feel. But I would wait. As long as I stayed by Daniel's bike, he wouldn't be leaving without me. And then he was walking toward me. I tried to read his face. He looked serious, but not angry. Without a word, he sat down on the table top beside me, and without looking at me, he put an arm around my shoulder and leaned the side of his head against mine. “What'd you decide?” I asked. “That I love you,” he said quietly. “You decide anything?” “Yeah,” I said, putting my hand inside his thigh and pulling his leg against mine. “I decided I need you.” It sounded so clichéd, I wanted to explain. “Honestly, Dan. This whole gay, straight thing. It's all different if you're with me; sorta like we're partners working through stuff together… ya know?” He nodded. “Yeah. That's how I feel. I know you aren't sure whether you're gay

or bi or whatever, but I'm sure I'm gay. But it helps that we're in it together. Of course,” he said, “you've got Stef.” I shook my head. “It's not the same and you know it.” “He's your best friend.” “No,” I said. “Not any more.” Daniel took his arm from my shoulder and buried his hands in his lap. “Look, I'm sorry about that. I mean, are you sure that you two aren't still best friends? Because you and me, we're…” “Lovers,” I said. “That's closer than best friends.” He sighed and lay back across the table. “If we're lovers,” he said, “we need to work through some things.” I lay back beside him. “Like no messing around with anyone else?” I asked. Daniel bit his lip and glanced sideways at me. “I'm a guy too,” he said. “Just now, when you were telling me what you did with those guys, even though I got mad as hell, I got a boner, too. I don't know if I would have done differently. I know what it's like when your dick gets hard.” “What do you want us to do, then?” I asked. Daniel smiled lopsidedly and stroked my damp hair back off my forehead. “When I'm with you, I couldn't care less about anyone else.” I laid my hand on his stomach. “Yeah, me, too.” He rolled my way, throwing a leg over my middle and pressing the package of his bicycling shorts to my hip. He brushed my hair back from behind my ear and leaned forward to lick the damp roots with the tip of his tongue. I heard him take a deep breath through his nostrils. “We'll work it out,” He said softly and pushed his tongue into my ear and I shuddered. “Now tell me again,” he whispered, “what you did with Austin.” It's easy to be wise, looking back. That day, without thinking it through, the two of us allowed a level of tolerance in our relationship that we should never have. WEEK 4 On Sunday night, a strange obsession took me, and I told Daniel about it on Monday when we were eating lunch alone together at school. Bending close over the table, I told him. “Daniel,” I said. “We've made love on boats, on picnic tables, on cots, on the sand, even standing up. I want to make love to you in a bed; a real bed, Dan; one with sheets and blankets and pillows. I want to make real love to you, Daniel, all night long, no rushing.” I said emphatically, “Even if we have to rent a motel room.” It was hard to explain, even to Daniel. Yet somehow I felt, if Daniel and I could

spend a night making love in a real bed, we would consummate our relationship with something really genuine and not the off-the-cuff sexual encounters we had been limited to. It seemed terribly important to me for some reason. Tuesday morning, when I got to school, Daniel pulled me aside. “Uncle James called last night,” he said. “You and I are invited to spend next weekend with them at the beach.” Daniel leaned back, looked up at the sky and smiled. “Now I wonder who gave him the idea to invite us.” “Naw,” I said in mild disbelief. “Austin?” “Yeah, probably.” Daniel looked back at me. “We don't have to go. It might be hard to get time to ourselves.” “Whatever you think,” I said. “You love the beach,” he said, thinking aloud. “And even if Austin jumps in bed with us, you and I will be together.” He winked at me. “We can always ignore him.” “Yeah, right. Ignore Austin? Fat chance.” “There's a chance,” he said, smiling gently, “that Jeremy will sleep with his brothers and you and I can have his room. We could finally get that night together in a bed that you've wanted.” Students rushed past us as the first bell rang. “What are you thinking?” Daniel asked with a smile. “I was just wondering,” I said, “whether my boner is showing.” Thursday night, Austin dropped by our house again, but my Mom was home. She thought he was looking for my brother and explained that Colin was at a game. Austin really did look disappointed, but I knew the disappointment wasn't because Colin was at his game, but because my Mom wasn't. I walked him out. When we got outside, Austin acted like he wanted to do some “messing around” right there; leaning back into me, rubbing his butt across me. It was still light out and there was no easy place to do anything. Besides, I'd learned my lesson. Daniel and I had to be clear on things first. We headed for Austin's bike. “So you and Daniel are coming to the beach house this weekend?” he asked. “Yeah. I'm really looking forward to it.” I said honestly. “Me too,” Austin said emphatically. “I'm the one who told my Dad to ask you guys.” “Thank you,” I said, trying to act surprised and grateful. “Of course, Ryan really wants you to come too. He wants you to sleep in his bed with him. I told him that I already had dibs on you.”

“What about Jeremy?” I asked. “He can sleep with you, and Daniel and I can have the third bedroom.” “Jeremy's taking a friend,” Austin said with a smile. “Mom told them that they can have the extra bedroom.” “Austin,” I said. “Daniel and I are going to sleep together, even if we have to sleep in the living room.” Austin paused, then shrugged. “I can handle the living room.” FRIDAY Daniel called before I left for school on Friday morning. “There's been a change in plans,” he said. “What?” “Last night my uncle John in Houston had a mild heart attack. He's ok now and it looks like he's gonna be alright. But my parents are going up to be with him. Uncle James and Aunt Dorothy are going too.” “But you're not, right?” “No,” Daniel said, but quickly added, “but before you start getting ideas about us shacking up at my house or going to the beach house by ourselves, I've gotta tell you the bad news.” “What's that,” I asked cautiously. “Well, Austin and Ryan didn't want to go to Houston, and they were so disappointed about not going with us to the beach that Uncle James said we could still use the beach house and take Austin and Ryan. He just doesn't want us taking them out on the boat. Anyway, my folks and my aunt and uncle are leaving after work today and will drop Austin and Ryan by here on the way.” “What about Jeremy?” I asked referring to Austin and Ryan's little brother. “No. They're taking Jeremy with them. My aunt says Jeremy's too young to leave.” Daniel paused. “So, do you want us to spend the night here and drive down to the beach tomorrow, or go down after the game tonight? I could take Austin and Ryan with me to the game and we can just go from there. It's on the way anyway.” The game was out of town and half way to the coast. I'd have to clear it with my parents first and then get coach's approval to not ride back with the team. While I was thinking about it, Daniel added, “This means we can use the master bedroom ourselves.” “King-size bed?” “King-size bed.”

That decided it. “Let's do it. Austin and Ryan will probably be so tired when we get there, we can bed them down and have the night to ourselves.” “Yeah, right,” Daniel answered skeptically. “How about I drive you to school then? The team is taking the buses right after class, aren't they?” “Yeah.” “OK, then. Get your gear for this weekend together and I'll be by in a few minutes.” I quickly got my parents' approval and Dad called the Coach. Coach had to say yes; he had done so for other guys. On the way to school, Daniel and I reviewed our gear. We decided what snacks and groceries he might need to pick up. We agreed to meet after the game. My mind was a mess that day. Concentration on anything other than finally having Daniel in a bed was difficult. But I really needed to buckle down for the game. It would be our second district game and my second time as a starter. Determined to not have a repeat of the type of game I had the previous week, I worked hard to settle myself down. As we got off the bus, Coach pulled me aside. “Sullivan, you gonna be focused tonight?” “Yeah, Coach,” I answered, worried that he might be considering starting someone else. “Good,” he said. “We're going to need you at your best tonight. I heard today that they've got some trick plays for us. You're on their strong side. Anything tricky is going to come your way.” Well that sure put my mind at ease. I was already nervous as hell. I guess it showed as we suited up. Stef noticed and slapped my shoulder pads. “Relax, Sean. You'll be great.” “I better be or I can't go home,” I told him. Our opponent that night was another old rival, and one we'd have to beat to win district. I sat down on the locker room bench. “That's the one thing I hate about playing cornerback,” I said. “If I goof up, everybody sees it. Worse. If I goof up, we can lose the game.” Stef patted my back encouragingly. “At least you aren't the safety. Be glad you aren't Richardson.” The school rivalry had a tradition; one involving our bands. Each school had a unique war drum beat; an aggressive drum cadence that sounded like primitive jungle drums. Drums were booming back and forth as we walked out of the dressing room. Daniel, Austin, and Ryan were there, to one side. I was surprised. Usually no one was around locker rooms before a game. I walked quickly over to them. “Man, you look huge with all that gear on,” Austin said.

Daniel grinned. “You better win tonight or you'll spoil our whole weekend.” “Great,” I mumbled. “As if I didn't already feel enough pressure.” Ryan was quiet, and looked bashful. It was nice to see someone looking more nervous than I felt. I gave his arm a playful punch. “You going to cheer for me.” He smiled, half-heartedly. “Sure.” “You cheer,” I said, and I'll make a tackle for you. He looked up at me skeptically. Maybe I'd been silly. He was thirteen, after all, and not as young as he looked. “I will,” I promised. “The tackle I do for you, I'll let you know. I'll… I'll do this…” I held up my fist and pumped my arm. “When I do that, it means the tackle I made was for you.” He studied me a moment, trying to determine whether I was serious, and finally smiled happily, as though he decided to just enjoy the offer. “What?” Daniel asked. “No tackles for me?” “To you,” I said, “I dedicate the whole game.” “Sullivan!” coach called. Everyone was heading for the field. “Gotta go,” I said, and took off running to catch up. While we loosened up on the field and fans filed into the stadium, drums from both bands beat out a deafening cadence. That only made the butterflies worse. I searched the stands and found Daniel and his cousins sitting just a few rows up from our bench. I waved at them to let them know I'd seen them, and somehow, felt better knowing they were there. Ryan pumped his arm in the air. On their first position, the other team marched seventy yards, mostly on the ground, and scored. Our offense sputtered and failed to make a single first down on our first possession. On their second possession, the other team marched fifty yards, mostly on the ground before Richardson intercepted a pass and we got the ball. The bad news was that Richardson twisted his ankle and coach rotated me to the safety position. I was too busy covering the field to worry about playing the most exposed position on defense, though. They had begun passing, and my job, as our last defense, was to make sure their passing game failed. For the remainder of the half, their offense was on the field twice as long as ours, and they ran us ragged, but we held them to only one more touchdown; while our offense managed a touchdown and a field goal, both set up by long passes. Each time I came back to the sidelines, I glanced up at Daniel and crew in the stands, and each time I left to go onto the field, I looked up at them. Almost every time, at least one of them would pump his arm. Each time, I got a little

boost to my spirit. But I couldn't get a tackle I was proud enough of to pump my arm for Ryan. We went into halftime, down four points. Coach called me aside in the locker room. “Their quarterback is getting way too much time to pass,” he said. “The next time they're third and long on our side of the fifty, you're gonna blitz; blitz the quarterback.” I raised my eyebrows. “You can't screw up, Sullivan. You can't let him get the pass off. You've got to nail him for a loss. You've gotta hit him hard and make him worry that you're going to blitz him every time he's in an obvious passing situation. Can you do it?” Well you always said yes to the coach. “Yeah,” I growled, and wondered how many people would want my hide if I blew it. It was damned risky. On the second series of plays after the half, I blitzed. Their fullback picked up our blitzing middle linebacker and screened my approach from the quarterback. He'd turned to look downfield on the opposite sideline and never saw me coming. When I hit him, the loud whack rang in my ears. He went flying one way, and the ball another. I landed between him and the ball, and scrambled for it, scooping it up just before their fullback could reach it. There was a roar from the crowd as I raced their fullback for the goal line. I ran away from his pursuit, and leapt into the air as I scored the touchdown. I jumped in the air several more times before I realized I was pumping both arms. Remembering my promise to Ryan, I turned to face where they were in the stands and pumped my arm twice before several of our guys swarmed me. We were up for the first time in the game, by three. The other team's next possession began on their twenty-five. They quickly earned a first down on our forty. Then we held them the next two downs. Coach sent Stef in at cornerback for the third down. “Coach wants the safety blitz again,” he announced in the defensive huddle. “Sean's supposed to blitz.” As we broke from the huddle, I grabbed Stef's arm. “Cover for me, Stef. If the quarterback gets off a pass before I get to him, don't let it be caught.” “You just better bust him,” Stef warned, not sounding at all confident as he headed to his position on the side. This time the quarterback saw me coming and was ready for me, but I still hurried his throw. As I closed on him, I had to make a decision to go for the tackle or to block the pass, and I went for the block. The ball made it past my hands, barely. “Shit!” I cried out and turned to look downfield, prepared to be the world's fastest human if one of their guys caught the ball. What I saw was a surprised Stefan catch the ball yards from any of their receivers. He came my way, followed closely by their tight end. I caught Stef's pursuer, right in the gut with my shoulder, before he could catch Stef. That bought Stef five more yards before they brought him down. When he got up, I tackled Stef myself, in celebration, and several guys piled on.

Stef's interception took all the wind out of the other guys' sails. The rest of the game was defensive for both sides as defenses hunkered down and clung to every inch. No interceptions for me, but twice I ran stride for stride with a receiver and batted the ball away from his hands. We finished the game with a three point win. Stef was ecstatic in the locker room. Once our pads were off, I put an arm over his shoulders and squeezed. “You saved my butt, Stef,” I told him. “I owe you big time!” “Yeah, you do, Sullivan,” coach said from behind. “Great interception, Reese,” he said to Stef. “Well done.” Stef's smile got even wider. Mine, however, came crashing down. “Relax, Sullivan,” coach said, laughing. “You played an excellent game, son. Next week, you're defensive captain.” Coach swatted my butt and left. Stef grabbed both of my shoulders and shook me. “Way to go, Sean!” he said. Coach wanted me to ride back on the bus. If I hadn't been before, I'd become one of his favorites. It would have been fun to ride back with everyone, talking about the game, my touchdown and Stef's interception. Stef and Aaron might even let us sit up front this time. All that was beside the point; Daniel was waiting. Daniel and a bed. And he'd be glad to talk to me about the game. I wanted to be clean and smell good for Daniel. So I showered thoroughly, while fighting off Aaron's butt slaps. “You know,” he said, leaning confidentially toward me, “Stef had his head up his ass. They flooded us with receivers and Stef just lost it. He froze. He just happened to be in the right spot at the right time for the interception.” “So?” I asked. “Listen, Aaron. He caught the ball, and he ran it. And he was in the right spot. Give him some credit and don't spoil things for him, OK?” Aaron grinned as he soaped up his crotch, his big cock flopping back and forth. “Sure, I won't say anything. I'm just jealous anyway.” I dressed in my best shirt and shorts, and splashed on cologne, all in record time. Leaving the locker room, I found Daniel and his cousins waiting. I had hoped Austin and Ryan would be tired and sleep all the way to the beach. No such luck. They were all excited about the game. They greeted me like a conquering hero, with whoops and back slaps, and butt slaps all around. “Hey, Tiger,” I said to Ryan. “Did you like your tackle?” Ryan grinned from ear to ear, and pumped his arm. “Woohoo! That was the best! The best play of the whole game!” And then he gave me a verbal replay from the perspective of the stands, including crowd reaction.

Daniel winked at me. I claimed the front passenger seat and while the cousins climbed into the back, Daniel leaned over the hood of the jeep. “You've done it now, Sean,” he said with a grin. “Ryan may be hard to shake all weekend.” “Sorry,” I said with a sad smile. “Don't be,” he laughed. “You're my hero, too.” The jeep was noisy. As we talked, Austin leaned up between the two front seats so that he could take part in the conversation. Ryan began pushing from behind, trying to get in on things too. It seemed natural then, when Austin moved up and sat sideways in my lap; his legs out toward Daniel and his butt firmly in my crotch. It also seemed natural that his butt moved around while he talked excitedly about the game. But just not as much as he moved it. He kept rubbing and bouncing. I couldn't help sprouting an erection. Austin snuck his hand down and grabbed my cock through my pants. I jumped and looked over at Daniel. He hadn't missed a thing, and was smiling at my predicament. Ryan retreated to the back seat, wrapping himself in a beach blanket, looking like he felt left out. About the time I thought I'd pull Austin's pants down and rape him right there, we hit a lull in the conversation and Austin moved back to the rear seat. I think he was satisfied to have given me a hell of a boner. No sooner had Austin gone back, than Ryan crawled into my lap with his beach blanket. “It's my turn to sit up front,” he announced, covering himself, and me, with the blanket. Ryan sidled back into my lap, but didn't settle there. It was his turn to talk and he was still excited about the game. Ryan may have been thirteen, but he was as giddy as a ten year old, obviously delighted that I dedicated a play to him. It occurred to me that he might have taken it more seriously than I intended. Ryan bounced in my lap almost as much as his brother had when he talked. My erection had no chance to subside. I groaned under my breath as his firm little butt applied repeated pressure to my crotch. Ryan put his hands down into my lap to adjust his seating and felt my hard cock. He stopped in mid-sentence, felt up and down my cock, and looked up at me surprised. “Sorry,” I said, apologetically, “but you keep wiggling, you know.” “Does he still have a hard-on?” Austin asked, leaning forward between the seats. “Shut up, Austin,” I said, as Ryan stared up at me. He started to leave my lap, but I held him, not wanting to have screwed things up with my major fan. “Just move over a little, and stay here,” I said. “I told ya he's got a big one,” Austin said. “Feel it.” And then shy little Ryan surprised me and did just that, grasping the outlines of my cock through my shorts.

“Big, huh?” Austin said. I glanced at Daniel and caught a smirk on his face. He just shrugged, laughed, and returned his eyes to the road. Well fair is fair. Ryan felt me up under the blanket, so I reached between his legs. His package felt full, and as I gently caressed, it got fuller. He was more than adequately endowed for a little guy. Ryan spread his legs slightly, moaned softly, and let his eyelids drop half-way. “Kiss him,” Austin encouraged. My eyes weren't on Austin and I wasn't sure who was being encouraged to kiss whom. Austin leaned farther between the seats. “I told Ry that you taught me how to kiss and he wants you to teach him, too. Kiss him.” “Shut up, Austin,” Ryan said, removing his hand from my lap, and turning his eyes from me to frown at his brother. “Just do it, Ry,” he said. “You know you want to.” I took my hand from Ryan's lap and moved it to his ribs. “Maybe he doesn't want to be gross with a grizzly old football player,” I joked and then dug my fingers into his ribs. Ryan's eyes widened and he wriggled in my lap, laughing. He could have bounced out of my lap. He could have fought harder. But he just wriggled against my cock and laughed, and I wondered if he was even ticklish. I tickled him, rested a second, tickled some more, and kept it up until Austin, losing interest, sat back in his seat. Then, during a pause, Ryan, leaning back in my right arm, lost his smile, and with hesitant eyes, invited a kiss. I bent slowly, brushing my lips lightly over his. He closed his eyes and I gave him a firmer kiss. Ryan wrapped an arm lightly over my shoulders and relaxed in my arms. I pulled him to me allowing his head to rest on my shoulder. Daniel, who had been watching, shook his head. “You're no prince charming, Sean. Sleeping Beauty is supposed to wake up, not go to sleep.” “What? Did he kiss him?” Austin asked, leaning forward from the back seat. “Go to sleep, Austin,” I said. “And be quiet. Ryan's sleeping.” Under the blanket, Ryan gave my stomach a playful squeeze to let me know he wasn't sleeping, which I knew, of course. Austin wasn't fooled. “Ryan's not sleeping. Kiss him again,” Austin encouraged. “Go to sleep,” I repeated. Austin threw himself back in his seat. “You're going to have to do it again so I can see.”

We rode quietly after that, and Austin did go to sleep. But, even though Ryan kept his eyes closed, under the blanket he slid his hand into my shorts and felt over the end of my cock with a fingertip. So I slipped my left hand up the loose leg of his shorts and inserted my finger into the leg hole of his briefs. His cock was hard, but his skin was soft and damp. Ryan moaned so softly that only I could hear. After a while, Daniel assumed that Ryan was asleep. Looking at the younger boy, supposedly sleeping in my arms, he shook his head. “He's got a crush on you, Sean. Of course,” he said, “I can hardly blame him.” I hugged Ryan closer to me with the arm I had around his back, and it occurred to me that it could be awfully easy for me to get a crush on him. Ryan was a really sweet kid. I rubbed my cheek on his head and then felt Dan staring at me. He was frowning. At the way I was holding Ryan? “Don't you fall in love with him either,” Daniel said in a way that made me wonder if he read my mind. Ryan's fingers closed over my cock and he gently squeezed. I assumed he'd heard Daniel. I chose my words carefully. “He's a neat kid, Dan. I like him. But,” I said clearly, “that's not going to happen.” Daniel smiled at me, and then bit his lip. Leaning toward me, he lowered his voice. “Look, I know you've been looking forward to us having a real bed and all, and tonight, it'll probably work out, but you know Austin's gonna want to mess around this weekend, and probably Ryan, too. And well, I guess I sorta figure we'll do it. What do you think?” Ryan's hand squeezed my cock again, firmly. “Yeah,” I said, “I guess so. But not tonight; even if I have to nail our door closed.” I said it clearly for Ryan to hear. I might like the kid and even find him sorta hot, but tonight, I was determined to have Daniel to myself. Daniel smiled and reached across to rub my shoulder. “You and me,” he said. “I've been looking forward to it all week.” He rubbed my shoulder until we crossed the railroad tracks in Los Fresnos. When we bounced over them, Ryan shifted, nuzzling my neck, his lips close to my ear. Then just loud enough for me to hear over the road noise, he whispered. “Austin says you do `it' special,” his breath tickled my ear. “He said you laid on him and kissed him the whole time you… did it.” His mouth so close that his lips brushed my ear. “I want you to do it like that to me.” Well that stiffened my cock in his hand. Ryan moved again in my lap, removing his hand and pressing his hip against me. Burying his face in my neck, he slipped his arm behind my back. On the side of my neck, where no one could see, he kissed me.

When we arrived at the beach house and Daniel opened his door to get out, Ryan nuzzled my neck. “Carry me,” he whispered. Well, he was a slender little guy, and so, I stepped from the jeep and let him climb sleepily onto my back. Daniel led Austin, zombie-like, up the stairs. I followed. It was a clear night. There was a warm breeze off the gulf. As tired as I was, the evening and the thought of finally getting Daniel in bed stirred me. The beach house faced the bay. Stairs rose from ground level to a deck that ran across the entire front on the bay side. Opening onto the deck was a living room/den. At the rear of that room was a dining table. A breakfast bar separated the dining area from the kitchen. The living room had two couches, two arm chairs, a coffee table, and a TV. In a corner, several large throw-pillows and blankets were stacked. A hall lead from the middle of the living room and ran between the master bedroom/bath which faced the bay (and also opened onto the deck) and the other two bedrooms that looked out on the island side. It was in one of those two rooms that we laid each of the brothers down on a twin bed. I caught Daniel frowning when Ryan clung to my neck. He got Austin into bed and grabbed my arm. “For Pete's sake,” Daniel whispered. “Leave `em dressed. Don't wake `em.” We pulled their shoes off, covered them, and turned out the lights. Daniel turned on the air conditioner. It immediately began to cool. Quietly, we hauled up our gear from the beach. Then I followed Daniel into the master bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed. “Sometimes, it's a little hard,” he complained, “when EVERY BODY IN THE WHOLE WORLD wants to fuck with you, Sean. Even my thirteen year-old cousin's climbing your bones.” Sitting down beside him, I patted his leg. “We'll keep the door locked all weekend,” I volunteered. He shook his head and put his arm around my shoulder. “Nah, I'm just tired, and maybe a little jealous… football star.” He laughed lightly, and kissed my cheek. “You sore from the game? Want a rubdown?” “Oh, yeah,” I murmured, leaning into him. “I am a little sore.” “Strip,” he whispered. He stood, pulling off his shirt. I got up and pulled mine off. Then I couldn't resist grabbing Daniel to press my bare stomach to his and rub them together playfully. He smiled and reached between us to unfasten, first my shorts, then his. While I held his angular shoulders in my arms, he pushed down my pants, then his, and pressed his hardness to mine. “Oh, hell,” I mumbled. “Forget the rubdown.” Daniel smiled and wrapped his hands over my butt, pressing his mouth to the side of my face.

We kissed for some time before Daniel lay back on the bed and pulled me down onto him. I managed to keep my arms around his shoulders, my cheek pressed to his, and settled my hips between his open legs. Daniel kneaded and squeezed my butt, encouraging me to meet his thrusts with my own. “You feel good,” he whispered. “You feel good to me, too” I whispered back. “Can we just stay like this?” he asked. “I like the feel of your body on mine.” He pulled me to him by my butt. “I even like the feel of your balls lying on mine.” I pressed forward with my hips, pressing my balls down firmly against his. “We can stay like this. I like the feel of your balls, too,” I answered huskily. Then I pressed my lips to his neck. “I can cum this way.” “Me too,” he said, and then found my mouth with his. We took our time, grinding slowly, kissing, embracing. We rolled, and on my back, I spread my legs for him, discovering how good it felt to be on the bottom, the weight of his body on mine, the weight of his loose ballsack resting on mine, his firm back and butt under my hands. “It's a bed, Dan,” I said. “And clean sheets.” He grunted, and sucked and licked in the hollow of my neck. We rolled again. And once more, I settled between Daniel's legs. Our pace quickened and I tightened my arms around his shoulders. He clutched my butt, and spread his knees wider to either side, pulling us together, intimately, snuggly. I rested on him when we were done and only reluctantly got up to use the john and to grab a towel. Sitting beside him, I wiped his belly dry, then my own. I lay down on my side, backing up for him to spoon me, which he did, pulling me to him with one arm under my neck and the other over my side, hand on my belly. I snuggled my butt back into his warm lap and my back into his chest. “I've wanted to be able to do this, too,” I said. “Just to be able to sleep together.” “We're going to do more than sleep,” Daniel said, pulling me tighter. “What we just did was great, but I want to do more.” “Like I said,” I told him, putting my hand over his that rested on my stomach. “We can keep the door locked.” “Wish we could,” he said. I rubbed from his hand up his forearm. “You've messed with both Austin and Ryan, right?” “Well,” he answered reluctantly. “You know Austin; he can be damned pushy. For that matter, little Ryan can be pretty determined, too. Both of them inherited one hell of a sex gene.” He kissed the back of my neck. “It's OK if we wind up messing with them. It'll be easier than fighting them if that's what they want. Besides, it could be fun.” He rubbed himself against me. Then he spoke half to

himself. “It's not like competing with Stef for you.” My thoughts had run on when he mentioned Ryan being quiet. “I like Ryan,” I said. “I sorta feel sorry for him. He's shy and it seems like his dad picks on him.” Daniel chuckled. “He's definitely not so shy when he gets to know you. But yeah, I think Uncle James likes Austin and Jeremy more. I don't know why, but he seems to.” “Poor guy; Ryan, that is.” “So,” Daniel said, a little tenseness creeping into his voice. “You have the hots for Ryan?” I shook my head. “No, not really. I mean yeah, he's a really cute guy and all, but I just sorta like him, for himself, you know?” I pulled Daniel's arm tighter around me. “But he's nothing like you, Dan. You're perfect. The kid doesn't stand a chance.” Daniel nuzzled into the hair at the back of my head. “Perfect, huh?” “Yeah,” I said with a sincere definitiveness. “Perfect. You have a perfect body. You're like, the smartest guy in school. You're always cool… you know, selfconfident. You enjoy the things I enjoy, like being outdoors and fishing and bicycling. You're fun to be with. I can relax and be myself around you. I love everything about you.” I sighed contentedly. “I love being with you, Daniel. And you know it.” “In that case,” he said, nuzzling my hair. “You can mess with Ryan. Just don't get carried away.” “I'm afraid he's expecting it,” I said, and told Daniel about the jeep ride. By the time I was done, his cock had stiffened against my backside. And that started an erection for me. “You wanna do it?” I asked. “I mean, you're already in position.” Daniel ground forward with his hips. “Yeah,” he said, throatily, gnawing the back of my neck. “Speaking of perfect… you've got this ass that's… ummm.” Dan stayed in me after he came. And though I hadn't cum again, I was tired and ready to sleep. It was fine with me to stay just that way. He held me tightly and I was asleep before he softened enough to slip from me. SATURDAY I woke to the feel of lips lightly on mine. I pressed my eyes closed more tightly. Daniel had rolled away and I was on my back, lying naked on top of the covers. The lips pressed mine more firmly and someone with hot skin pressed his body against me, leg over me, his hard cock pressing along my hipbone. My hands came up reflexively; I found Ryan's slim back and bottom. His hand found my cock and pulled it up onto my belly, and I finally opened my eyes. He rubbed the underside of my cock with the heel of his palm, watching my eyes. When I was hard, he took my hand and backed from the bed.

I was awake now, and saw daylight behind the window curtains. It would have been nice to stay with Daniel, but he was on the other side of the bed, and had already pretty much said to go for it with Ryan. I let Ryan pull me from the bed. He led me by the hand to the living room from where I could see that the sun had barely peeked over the horizon. Ryan turned, and his erection poked into my thigh. I reached down for it, and decided he was longer than his older brother, but thinner, for now. Despite the size of his equipment, he had little pubic hair. His skin was soft, smooth, and flawless. The dark tan of his torso and legs contrasted with the narrow band of white left over his hips and butt by his speedos. His slender body was lean, but willowy and soft. He smelled of sleep and slightly of sweat from the night before. When I wrapped my arms around him, his body melted into mine and he wrapped his arms almost delicately over my shoulders. He was slender and fragile, and he aroused something masculine and protective in me; something that wanted to hold him tight, to possess him. We kissed, and the kiss deepened. His body molded to mine. He felt so slender, pliant, yielding, and yet, so hungry. Ryan's mouth was hot. His skin was hot. His hands lightly stroked my shoulders and his fingers combed my hair. Any shyness on his part had long ago melted away. Our kiss became incredibly passionate. Both his hands were in my hair now, while mine tested the softness of his skin and the firmness of his back muscles beneath. His breath was fresh. He'd brushed his teeth for me, but it was way too late to worry about brushing mine for him. He whimpered as we rubbed our erections over each other's bellies, hips, and legs. Grabbing Ryan's ass, I lifted him up, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. He grabbed my hair and held my head firmly while our tongues probed each other's mouth. He moved against me as I carried him to the floor beside the couch. Kneeling down, I grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and lowered him down onto the floor, so that his butt rested on the pillow. He lay back, and I moved over him. I lifted his knees to either side, and the tip of my cock pressed against his crack. “I'll get some lotion,” I said, quietly. But Ryan wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly. “It's OK,” I reassured him. “We don't need to do… that.” “No,” he whispered. “I want to. I just don't want you to leave. Can't you just do it?” Damn, he was hot. And I was just as hot. I rubbed spit into his crack and then onto my crown. Pressing slowly forward, my cockhead slid into his crack and found the softness of his opening. I pushed, and then had to push a little harder. He was tight, and squeezed as I pushed in. I placed my mouth over his and felt him tense as I popped in. His tightness slowly traveled down my shaft. I held the kiss and pressed my hips forward. Ryan relaxed and his mouth opened to mine.

When I was mostly in, I relaxed onto him and wrapped my arms under him. He was so slender and I was so long and we were both so limber, I was able to lay flat on him while still buried deeply. His cock felt like a rock between our bellies. I wrapped him so tightly in my arms that our chins rested over each other's neck and we were snug from our chests to where I moved in and out. Our heights made for a perfect fit and when we kissed, it was eye to eye. Then I realized that I was all the way into him and he was handling it fine. In fact, he was moving with me, undulating under me. His arms lay over my shoulders as lightly as a girl's; his mouth brushed my ear; his breath was hot. Each time I thrust forward, I buried myself so deeply that my pubic bone pressed his perineum and my cock dragged my balls to the edge of his hole, squeezing them into his crack. “Oh, damn, you're good,” I whispered and his arms tightened over my shoulders. And then my mouth was on his again. Our bodies parted and came together as I thrust and he moved to meet me. He grabbed my hair again; his mouth hungry. I had to take a breath, and licked inside his ear. “Is it like you wanted?” I asked breathlessly. He nodded, his cheek against mine; his pelvis rocking with mine. “Oh, yeah,” he panted. I planted my elbows on either side of his neck and wrapped my arms over the top of his head. I pushed up off my elbows, pumping longer, harder, from my waist; pumping with my whole body. My gut tightened and relaxed; tightened and relaxed; reflexively, convulsively. It felt almost as though each thrust was pulled from my gut by the twisting, writhing body I was joined to. “You're so fucking hot,” I whispered, mindlessly. Golden sunlight streamed into the room as I shoved my arms under his back and lifted him upright in my lap. He clung to me, arms around my neck, as I held him close to my body and let him settle down on me. I felt long inside him; stretched. Then I rose on my knees, lifting him, and laid his back onto the couch. Clutching his hips, I pulled his butt to the edge. His legs stayed loosely wrapped around me and I moved my hips within them. Bending from my waist, I pressed my belly to his cock and rocked forward and back on my knees; rubbing his cock with my belly. Ryan's head rolled back and he squirmed under me, moaning softly with each of my thrusts. I watched his body writhe and rock under me. His fine, blond hair lay out around his head like a silken pillow; his eyes were closed; his lips slightly parted. I pulled up his legs, holding them with a crook of my arm behind each knee and bent to kiss him. And then I was pounding into him, biting my tongue to keep quiet, pouring my seed into him. It was a long orgasm, stretched longer by his tightness. Slowly, very slowly, I came down from my climax, kissing tenderly, over his face and lips. Sometimes, after making love, you feel a flood of gentle affection and that happened to me. Ryan had just given himself to me and I felt an acute

tenderness toward the boy stretched under me. With my lips over his face, I showed him how I felt. When I slipped from inside him, I kissed down his body and took his cock into my mouth. Ryan, still hot, grabbed my head and thrust into my mouth. When he came, the taste was mild, almost sweet. And when we were done, I pulled him to the floor and put pillows under our heads. Then I spooned him as Daniel had spooned me the night before. I wanted to hold him, I wanted to wrap his smaller body protectively in mine. I wanted to cuddle him to me. “You OK?” I asked in a whisper. Eyes closed, he sighed, smiling. “It was better than I dreamed it would be. Way better.” That made me wonder what he'd been dreaming about as after-sex drowsiness stole over me, and I fell asleep. It seemed like I had barely closed my eyes when I felt hands on my butt and looked to see Austin stroking himself as he knelt behind me. Austin was not content to just do his thing, and just let me hold Ryan and try to sleep through it all. No, once he pushed in to me, he had to squeeze and press and measure every one of my muscles that he could reach. That included my legs and butt and back; he even reached between Ryan and my bodies to feel my belly and chest. It took him forever to cum. And when he was finally done, he snuggled on to me like he was going to leave his hard cock in me and go to sleep that way. Letting Daniel do it was one thing, Austin was something else entirely. Holding Ryan had been sweet and special for the moments I'd been allowed to do it before Austin arrived. Now I just wanted to go back to bed. I pulled myself off Austin's softening cock and crawled from between the brothers. When I crawled back into bed, Daniel lifted his head. “Where have you been?” I groaned and rolled onto my stomach. “Don't be mad,” I said. “Why?” “Well, I was with your cousins.” He rolled onto his side and stroked my back. “Better you than me.” “What?” I asked, surprised. “You aren't mad about it?” He laid his body half on mine and kissed my cheek. “You took good care of me last night. I'm still sleepy.” But then he pushed back from me. “But why did you go looking for them? What was all that about locking the door all weekend?” I groaned. “I didn't go looking for them. I woke up with Ryan's hot little body

lying on mine. He got me all worked up and then dragged me to the den. That's where Austin found us.” Daniel's hand trickled down my back and danced lightly over my butt. “I'm sorry. I should have dragged you with me,” I offered. He laughed and laid on me again, his leg over my butt, and his arm over the back of my shoulders. His soft cock and balls hung over my butt cheek and his breath brushed my cheek when he exhaled. “I hope you didn't get too tired out.” “Hmmph,” I grumbled. “Austin was no problem but Ryan's something else. It was like plugging myself into a sexual socket and short circuiting everywhere.” “Oh?” “Yeah,” I said softly, remembering the feel of Ryan's body under mine. “It was hot.” “I warned you,” he said. “He's in love with you.” Daniel rubbed my back. “Don't fall in love with him, Sean, please,” he whispered. “Don't fall in love with anyone else. Not yet. You said that you need me. Well I need you.” I had closed my eyes, but opened them again at the sound of Daniel's concern. Daniel's eyes were earnest. “Do you have any idea,” he asked, “how long I have liked you? How long I've wanted to be your friend?” “No,” I said softly, looking at him across the pillow. “I always envied Stef,” he said. “I never had a best friend and he had a perfect one.” I chuckled. “Perfect, huh?” “Perfect,” he said, rubbing my neck now. “You can be perfect too, you know. I remember the first time I realized how special you were. You guys were choosing up sides for baseball, and you picked fat little Timmy Rogers for your team, as like your second choice. He always got picked last for everything, but you picked him second and acted like you really wanted him on your team. I saw exactly what you were doing.” “I've watched you ever since and you do stuff like that all the time. I've watched you include little kids in games. You took care of the new guys in scouts. You spot anybody being left out or lonely.” He stroked back my hair. “You care about people.” He slid his head forward to touch my nose with his. “I've always looked for someone like you to be my best friend. Somebody special. There aren't any others like you out there, Sean, at least not in our town. You told me before that you need me. Well I need you, Sean.” He moved his lips to my ear. “I'm gay Sean. And I can face that if my best friend is the kind of guy who picks Timmy Rogers for his team.”

“Best friend?” I asked quietly. His hand moved to cradle the side of my face. “My lover,” he said as lightly as a breath. “Lover,” I said, nodding. I might still fight against being gay, but I could never fight against what I felt for Daniel. “You know when I started dreaming about doing stuff with you?” he asked, so close that his lips brushed my cheek. “When you and Stefan started messing around again on fishing trips, Stef told me about it.” He smiled and leaned back on the pillow. “He told me so I would mess with him, too.” “I didn't need convincing,” he said quietly. “But Stef and I hadn't done anything in a while, and he thought I did. Anyway,” he idly twisted a strand of my hair, “I always figured you were straight. But when Stef told me about the fishing trips… well,” his hand traveled down the back of my neck and onto my shoulders. “I started thinking about you that way.” I chuckled and Dan looked surprised. “It's funny,” I said, “because I started thinking that way about you after Stef told me about you guys having messed around. And for the record, when we were kids, Daniel, I envied Stef, having a cousin like you. I mean, like you were born cool.” He smiled and massaged my neck. “And then last spring… “ he began to say. “… at Lara Ann's swim party?” I asked, grinning. He laughed. “You too?” “Hell yes. You looked so damned hot in your swimsuit. And then when we wrestled around in the pool…” I leaned my forehead to his. “I was rock hard for like an hour.” Daniel laughed out loud. “I was hard as hell, too. That night, I jacked off thinking about you.” I laughed. “Me, too.” Then I looked into his eyes. “You're beautiful. I know you know that, but I've gotta say it. You're beautiful.” He shook his head. “You are, Sean. You've got a good face and a heavenly body.” His massaging of my neck, became a caress. “I dream about your body,” he added, softly. “I dream about your body, too,” I told him, in a whisper. “And us being together like this. I dream about it even when I try not to.” I nuzzled my face under his cheek. “I'm sorry, Dan, but I fight it. I always try fighting it. Thinking of guys… you know? But I always give up sooner or later. And when I do, I try to think only of you.” Reaching across my back, he pulled me tighter to him. “Do you mind so much?” he asked quietly. “That we've fallen in love.”

“It doesn't matter now.” I said after a moment. “We already have.” “It might not last,” he said quietly. “It's going to last,” I said. He said nothing, but rubbed my back. “Well,” I said. “At least as far as I'm concerned.” “You haven't fallen in love with Ryan?” he asked. I started to quickly deny it, but then remembered some of what Ryan stirred in me. “It's different with him,” I said. “It might be easy… you know… to fall in love with him. There's something about him that makes me want to hold him, protect him… and I know it sounds crazy, but something about him turns me on. But, Dan, he's a kid.” Looking into Dan's eyes, I tried to fit a sixteen year-old's heart into words that were totally inadequate. “It's not right, what I feel about Ryan. It's really love as much as… he excites me.” I shrugged sheepishly, and then looked as earnestly as I could into his eyes. ”But it's right between you and me, Daniel. It's love… honest. It's more than that. It's incredible,” I said softly, letting the wonder I sometimes felt about us creep into my voice. “What I feel for you is so much more than anything I could feel for Ryan or anyone else.” His eyes searched. “Yeah,” he said, softly. “I love you like that, too.” Then he smiled. “You really love me?” he asked. “You know I do.” He squeezed my back and rubbed himself on my butt. “Yeah, I do,” he said happily. “And damn, I love you.” He snuggled on to me and held me while I closed my eyes and relaxed. Just before I fell asleep, I heard him whisper softly. “With all my heart.”