Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2012 05:57:25 -0400
From: Steve McSheffrey <hatefulevilscumface@gmx.com>
Subject: The Rent Part Thirty

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 "Oh my god, Angel. I swear to god I am going to kill you." First, my house
is too boring. Then his is too distracting. Air conditioning at the wi fi
hot spots we went to was too cold. Now we're in the middle of Nestor Park
Angel says is so cool and I haven't seen anyone for god knows how long.
That's no excuse for Angel to start smoking weed though!

 "Chill out, Julio." Angel is the brother of one of my best friends
Ignatius Rojas. Naz to most people and I think even Naz would be okay after
that with me re-breaking Angel's nose. Angel's such a pretty boy, even for
a track star, that he could use some character. I'd be doing him a favor. I
think Angel sees that finally `cause his eyes, dark blue `cause of
contacts, go wide and he starts fussing with his weed whacker hair cut.

 See, I'm sick of people calling me Julio. I'm Warren Young, not
Julio. Julio Valverde's my brother and it's like a cosmic joke that I look
like one thousand percent Mexican and Julio looks a blonde surfer dude. Me
and Julio were raised brothers but we were born cousins. Our Dad and Mom
that raised us are also our aunt and uncle. Mom's sister married a White
guy and had me, looking just like my birth mother. Dad's brother married a
White girl and Julio looks just like her. Dad and Mom were babysitting us
the night the four of them went out for dinner and thanks to some high
school guy trying to beat his girlfriend while driving, they all died when
they got run off the road. Mom won't tell us who the guy was `cause I guess
he and his punching bag have a kid in school across town while we were left
orphans. Dad and Mom couldn't be better parents if they'd given birth to us
and I know blood brothers, Angel and Naz for example, who don't get along
as well as me and Julio. It just drives us nuts when people call him Warren
`cause of the blonde hair, blue eyed thing and call me Julio just `cause
I'm so dark. I'm built like a tank so they usually only do it once. Unless
they're Angel, the guy I'm stuck with on a make or break project for half
my Fall grade in history.

 "Dude, I'm sorry. Here." Angel hands me the pipe, this weird ass glass
thing he got at a head shop, and normally I don't go for that shit. Pot
ain't my thing, beer is but I had to de-stress or explain to Naz why I
brought Angel home in pieces. I'm handing it back to Angel when it hits me.

 "Angel, what the fuck?" It's hitting me harder and sooner than it should.

 "Yeah, it's a little more than weed. Franco gave it to me." Franco being
the guy in our year who'll probably hit rehab at least twice before he
graduates. If he graduates. I'm starting to fly and Angel feels safe enough
to move closer. Or is there another reason? There's a bunch of us who don't
do the gang or bored school kid things. We design and host websites,
trouble shoot computers and sites, even have a not as successful as we'd
like pay per view sex site. Straight sex of course `cause only one of us,
Cruz, is gay. Cruz just figured out he was, years behind the rest of us,
and Angel is reminding me of Cruz a lot all of a sudden. Angel is usually
so flaky and not really there. It's why we're here in the first place,
every other place we worked in just distracted him. But now Angel seems
bolder. His eyes have narrowed while he looks at me, he's got a slight
smirk, and he's leaning in even closer.

 I think about something me and Julio were talking about yesterday. Julio
said gay guys wouldn't do gay shit if it didn't feel good. He even thought
that it didn't make you gay if you had to get turned on first to get into
it, that gay was being turned on by the sight of guys and chasing them. If
you got worked up and a guy took the place of your usual girl, it was
getting off not going gay.

 There's some serious eye contact from Angel while I'm thinking this, even
while he's taking a huge ass drag. He smiles again.

 "Shotgun." Angel closes what little space is left between us and his lips
all of a sudden are on mine. He knew I'd try to back away so his hands hold
my head in place as he starts feeding me the smoke. But he doesn't stop
once it's passed over. Angel's tongue follows the smoke and we're
kissing. Yeah, we. I'm so stoned and stoned equals horny, and it doesn't
take long for me to be making out as hard with Angel as I did last time me
and Melissa got away from her brothers. Angel's hand lands in my lap, that
there's already a boner there for him to find, should freak me
out. Probably would have if Julio hadn't started talking that shit. We're
heading for at least Angel sucking me off. Maybe.

 "Angel, I'm straight. Stoned enough to let ya do this much but I don't
know about anything else." Angels smiles and tightens his hand on my
hardon. I think I leaked and moaned. Okay, I did both. Come on. It's not
like my dick knew it was Angel.

 "Chill, War. I know you're my straight older brother's straight buddy."
I'm more convinced than ever we're gonna be caught but I don't stop Angel
unzipping me or forcing my long dick out. "You're stoned, it feels good,
and no one will ever know." I probably coulda stopped Angel but I
didn't. His tongue licked the pre out of my hood and then his lips wrapped
around it. The suction is awesome as those lips slide down my whole length
and that tongue starts torturing right behind it. It feels awesome! That's
why instead of stopping Angel, I help get me naked from the waist down and
spread my legs wide so Angel can get between and really get going. There
will be no stopping until I cum and Angel's so good I might even manage
that twice.

 "No one hears about this shit, Angel. I will kick your, ohhhh, ass, got
it?" I think Angel laughed with his mouth full and didn't that feel
good. Angel won't tell a soul. He's gotta know that I'll be coming to him
for all my blowjob needs from now on if he doesn't! I started fucking up
into his face and just then what I just knew would happen the minute Angel
lit up happens. We're caught.

 "Shit, I didn't think you could seduce him." I look over and there's this
kid that looks familiar. I think he plays soccer across town. He's tall and
lanky with very red hair that's all spiked. Joe something. Panic does not
begin to describe what I'm feeling but as I reach for Angel's head, still
bringing me to heaven, Joe reaches for his belt as he drops his
backpack. "Don't freak, Warren. This is all kinda my fault."

 "I don't think Warren is complaining," Angel laughs as he finally lets
up. He starts stripping down too. "Don't worry, War. This is technically
private property. The only cops coming here want to join in."

 "How's this your fault," I ask Joe as I see a dick as long and skinny as
mine for the first time ever, even if it is cut and whiter than white.

 "Your little buddy here's been hot for me for a bit but I only just lately
found out guys can be as much fun as girls. Different but cumming's
cumming, right? Anyways, I was kinda joking when I told him I'd only do him
if it was a threesome with you." Joe joins us and the two of them have my
shirt off and tossed aside in seconds.

 "Why me?" I was starting to think it was a gaydar thing and that had me
worried.

 "Honestly?" Joe starts as he starts a little hand action on my dick, which
I gotta admit has not gone down one bit with this freaky turn of
events. Another straight, mostly straight, guy here is making this kinda
more of a turn on. Who knew? "You and Luis' cousin were nearby. I coulda
picked him but you are way hotter." Berto Torres then. Berto isn't hot as
me so I can't blame Joe any.

 "You still on for this, War?" This time it's Joe who attaches himself to
my dick but it's nearly as great as when Angel did it. I think my groan is
Angel's answer. He packs another bowl and we shotgun it, sharing some with
Joe with Angel taking up the sucking for a bit. I hate to say it but Joe
being more macho than Angel makes the shotgunning hotter and when the
bowl's kicked there's no pretending we're doing anything but making
out. Can I blame Joe's being such a great kisser for not noticing at first
that Angel had gone from cock sucking, to ball licking, and now was
starting to eat out my ass? "Here. Try this." Not the first time I've done
a popper but it is the first time when every sex nerve in my body is
already firing away at once. Wow. It's like an out of body experience. I
think I even came a little.

 "What? Oh god no." Those words alone sound bad, right? My brain wanted
them to be. While I was a rag doll, all slicked up and ready thanks to
Angel and Joe's tongues, and maybe even some fingers, Joe took the only
chance he was gonna get. The impossible had happened and there was a dick
up my ass! "Oh wow, you have to, ohhhh, stop. Please, Joe, I don't, whoa,
do this. Mmmmm..." Impossible thing #2: I am loving being dicked! There's
this painful burn but when that long dick of Joe's bottoms out in me it
feels like an orgasm is racing through my entire body and when that dick
drags its way back out? The way it pulls at my hole gives me whole body
goose bumps. It feels so damn good and it isn't right. This isn't me. It
has to be the drugs. Has to. `Cause if I've been secretly bi or gay
everything about me is a lie. I don't know whether to cry or to moan!

 Angel gets in the action. He starts rubbing his own dripping hardon on
Joe's cheek and Joe just turns his head and starts sucking. Joe's face, how
turned on he was, was pretty damn hot as it was. Seeing my fellow not so
straight after all guy sliding his lips up and down the brown shaft of
Angel's cock. When Joe pulled back to Angel's head and licked the precum
out of his hood, I just about came. That on top of how awful not feeling
awful was making me feel was just about too much!

 Joe gets this look on his face like he can read my mind and before I know
it he has stopped fucking me and pulled out. I would have thanked him but I
didn't trust my voice not to tell him to get back to dicking me! God, how
fucked up is that? I live for pussy and here I am finding out my ass wants
to be one.

 "Sorry, Warren. I forgot how the first time can be. Let me make it up to
you." Joe seems to think I was upset that it hurt so bad. That's better
than him knowing how much I was grooving on it! Joe straddles me and grabs
my dick, and it's harder than I think it's ever been, and guides it to his
own ass. Wow! No drink or drug has ever hit me like the awesome feeling of
Joe's ass coming down and impaling itself totally on my dick. I don't know
how I didn't cum right away `cause this was at least as hot as whatever
Joe's dick was poking at in my ass. I pull Joe down and start making out
with him and know damn well it isn't the drugs. This guy is why I'm feeling
the most pleasure I've ever felt and if that isn't a reason to suck tongue
what it is?

 And when Angel felt left out and started rubbing his boner against our
lips from the side? This time it wasn't Joe who turned to start sucking
Angel off, it was me! I opened my mouth and the very first ever dick slid
across my tongue. I was so turned on at this point I would have done
anything. My lips closed tightly around the shaft and by reflex I started
using my tongue on the head. It was nowhere near of a turn on as fucking up
into Joe or having Joe ram it hard into me but it wasn't nearly as bad as
you think. All of those jokes about cocksuckers me and Julio made through
the years and I'm kinda enjoying it. I must not be half bad from the way
Angel's moaning like a whore.

 Angel starts face fucking me like I've done to a few bitches and I wonder
if they enjoy it as much as I am! Even the absence of boobs, my favorite
part of a girl, is no big. Joe's chest, as muscular and fit as mine, is
just as cool rubbing against mine, a different kind of hot. I also get to
ram as hard as I want up into Joe, something no girl has ever let me
do. The harder I pump, the harder Joe gets, and on one really hard fuck Joe
grunts and I can feel him cum. We're pressed together tight so I can feel
every spasm of his dick and it has to be quarts of cum that I feel oozing
between us. Then I get another way of feeling those hard pulses as a dick
shoot its cream when Angel gasps and starts flooding my mouth with cum. I
swallow by reflex but even the taste of it is not that bad. Won't replace
ice cream but I'm not grossed out or anything.

 Angel backs off and it's time to bring this to an end. I roll Joe over on
his back and start long dicking very hard. His legs wrap around my middle,
his heels digging into my ass to urge me on. It's maybe two or three
minutes of railing on him like I want to fuck through him and I cum harder
than I think I ever have. It's like I'm shooting all my energy out with my
cum and I just collapse into Joe's arms when I'm done. We softly kiss.

 "War, you won't be too pissed if I ditch you with Joe. Can you give Warren
a ride home?" Angel's all dressed and not looking like he just seduced his
older brother's friend. I should fuck him to teach him a lesson. "Naz
wanted to be at the ultrasound so I told Mama I'd pick up Cisco from
wrestling practice."

 "No prob. I'm just gonna chill here for a bit though. Okay with you,
Warren?" It is but before I can answer Angel kisses me full on the
mouth. Can I still blame the pot for how into it I get?

 "If I promise to not tell Naz, can we do this again? Lots?"

 "Do I get to fuck you next time? Yeah, I'll text you soon." Angel kissed
Joe more chastely and took off. I know I should have been thinking of
getting dressed but fuck that. It was still very hot out and we hadn't been
caught yet. Joe shifted around so we were slightly spooned, our sides
almost completely in contact and his arms around me.

 "You okay, Warren?" You know what? I am. Maybe when I was getting fucked
it was freaky, how good it felt and all, but I was paranoid I had turned
gay. Now here I am, I just came up the ass of the guy I'm lying naked with
and kissed goodbye the guy that fed me his load and I'm not thinking of Joe
any different than I did before. Okay, maybe a little different. Now I'm
seeing that ass of his as an alternative when some chica won't put
out. Heck, Angel's even been added to my mental list and maybe even
Cruz. Them less `cause everyone knows they're into guys. Don't want
anything thinking more of this than it is.

 "I might freak out tomorrow but right now? I've got the `just got my rocks
off but good' mellows." I don't know what Joe's thinking but me, I start
thinking about the next time we can hook up. Shayla is out of town `til
Thursday and Wendy's boyfriend is back in town so I have plenty of free
time. "So you wanna hang out tomorrow?" Joe smiles. He translated that into
`let's fuck soon' just like I figured he would. Damn, I wish I'd really met
Joe sooner. He seems more like a White boy version of me than even
Julio. Even if I we hadn't screwed each other I feel like Joe would get me
even if we'd never done that.

 "I'd let you fuck me tomorrow, Dude, but my parents might freak." Joe
laughs at the confusion and the little bit of worry he sees. Yeah, that's
right. I have no poker face. "My dad got laid off a few months ago and
finally found a new job. We're driving to New Mexico at the ass crack of
dawn. I can just see them up front and you doing me doggie in the back." I
laugh too now.

 "They're making you move Junior year? That sucks. You should find some
friend whose parents will let you finish out high school here." Joe's smile
goes away. "What happened?" New friend and new lover but it still sucks to
see him bummed.

 "I did have that all arranged. Thing is, there's this guy..."

 "So, you're gay all the way?" I ask before I engage my brain.

 "No, I'm still after chicks but after a friend forced me to do all this
gay shit I found out I liked it. Another friend then found out I'd gotten
myself into a very bad scene and got everybody together to get me out of
it. It was intense and since, well, it's been mostly just us two hooking
up. I thought I meant something to him. I would have stayed here for that."
I decide to try to kiss the hurt away. It works some. Mostly from what's I
can feel growing between his legs I think I've mostly kissed away the
limpness.

 "How'd you find out he didn't feel the same." My hand goes down and wraps
around that cock that looks and feels like an albino version of mine. Joe's
arms go around me tighter and he starts thrusting a little into my fist.

 "I'd just cleared it with Kenny's dad, all excited about staying with them
while school was in session, and headed over to Nick's. Turns out one of
the other guys in our group had just called me and Nick boyfriends. You
should have heard him go off. Nick thinks we're just fuck buddies and he
told Orin that he feels closer to him than he does me." This time Joe
kisses me while he grinds his dick against my body. Little Warren is waking
up again, a miracle considering how big a load I'd dropped inside Joe.

 "This Nick guy wasn't just lying to your friend so he wouldn't sound too
gay," I ask when Joe comes up for air.

 "He's not that good an actor and I stayed long enough to see Nick prove
it. No, staying isn't an option. I couldn't even tell any of the guys I was
moving." Joe tries to move us so I'm on top but I don't make it easy. "You
gonna fuck me or what?" he asks.

 "Wouldn't you rather fuck me?" I can see Joe's surprised. "I wasn't
freaking out `cause you were hurting me before. It was `cause it felt too
good and I wasn't ready."

 "And now you are?"

 "Yeah and who knows when we'll have another chance for you to do it." This
time I let us move but it's so Joe can be on top. He grabs my legs by the
ankles and spreads wide, his dickhead pressing against my hole but not
going in.

 "Ready?" I bite my lip and just nod yes. He pushes harder and all those
wonderful feelings hit me again as he slowly fills me. It really shouldn't
feel this good but when Joe's all the way in, it feels like heaven's being
sprinkled all over my skin.

 "Oh god, why does it feel sooo good," I moaned as Joe started thrusting in
and out. He just smiled and kept going. The thrusts got deeper, they got
harder, and they got faster. I'm more or less sober now, no blaming the
weed or anything that was in it. And you know what? Who cares! I know
me. I'll freak out tomorrow about this shit but it does feel great now. The
pain never goes away completely but it's like when you have candy covered
in dark chocolate.

 This time lasts longer than the last but it feels like it goes too
quick. We start out missionary but there's a lot of moving around. Side by
side on both sides, me bent in half with Joe coming from all directions,
but the big finish was me on top. Joe was working my dick better than any
girl ever and I was pumping myself up and down like a madman on Joe's
dick. Every time I hit bottom there's a mind blowing flash of pleasure and
the harder I land the better it feels! Eventually it hits as good as it
gets and I lose control. Joe is in as deep as it gets when me cumming
without any warning. It's like my vision greys and my whole body locks down
and a steady stream of cum shoots out and all over Joe's chest and
face. Joe cums too and even if I can't feel it I can feel his dick get
stiffer and he definitely gets an O face.

 Fast forward ten minutes and it's starting to get cold, even if me and Joe
are pretty much occupying one spot.

 "You still okay?" Joe asks and a quick peck on the lips is my way of
saying yes. "Cool. Grab my backpack. The cops might not come back here but
we've been lucky no freak has wanted to join in." Joe has everything in it
we need to to `freshen up' and with a lot of touchy feely and some more
kissing we're ready to head out. I keep on wondering if all of this has
made me gay but the sight of Joe doesn't do anything for me. The memory of
what he did can but not him dressed and talking sports and this move of
his. Too soon, Joe's pulling up in front of my house. I grab his phone and
call myself then save my number in his address book.

 "Text me whenever you can. It might sound weird but I think we'd have been
great friends if we'd met before this." Joe agrees, to texting and our
connection, but his family is waiting so that's it.

 Julio gets dropped off by Felix Tarquin, a son of one of Mom's friends
that got Julio some work with the rich dude Felix works for. Julio's tall
blonde and wiry and I start thinking about Julio's talking about sex with
guys. Hell, I even start wondering if Julio would be interested in putting
his theory into practice. We'll see, won't we?"Oh my god, Angel. I swear to
god I am going to kill you." First, my house is too boring. Then his is too
distracting. Air conditioning at the wi fi hot spots we went to was too
cold. Now we're in the middle of Nestor Park Angel says is so cool and I
haven't seen anyone for god knows how long. That's no excuse for Angel to
start smoking weed though!

 "Chill out, Julio." Angel is the brother of one of my best friends
Ignatius Rojas. Naz to most people and I think even Naz would be okay after
that with me re-breaking Angel's nose. Angel's such a pretty boy, even for
a track star, that he could use some character. I'd be doing him a favor. I
think Angel sees that finally `cause his eyes, dark blue `cause of
contacts, go wide and he starts fussing with his weed whacker hair cut.

 See, I'm sick of people calling me Julio. I'm Warren Young, not
Julio. Julio Valverde's my brother and it's like a cosmic joke that I look
like one thousand percent Mexican and Julio looks a blonde surfer dude. Me
and Julio were raised brothers but we were born cousins. Our Dad and Mom
that raised us are also our aunt and uncle. Mom's sister married a White
guy and had me, looking just like my birth mother. Dad's brother married a
White girl and Julio looks just like her. Dad and Mom were babysitting us
the night the four of them went out for dinner and thanks to some high
school guy trying to beat his girlfriend while driving, they all died when
they got run off the road. Mom won't tell us who the guy was `cause I guess
he and his punching bag have a kid in school across town while we were left
orphans. Dad and Mom couldn't be better parents if they'd given birth to us
and I know blood brothers, Angel and Naz for example, who don't get along
as well as me and Julio. It just drives us nuts when people call him Warren
`cause of the blonde hair, blue eyed thing and call me Julio just `cause
I'm so dark. I'm built like a tank so they usually only do it once. Unless
they're Angel, the guy I'm stuck with on a make or break project for half
my Fall grade in history.

 "Dude, I'm sorry. Here." Angel hands me the pipe, this weird ass glass
thing he got at a head shop, and normally I don't go for that shit. Pot
ain't my thing, beer is but I had to de-stress or explain to Naz why I
brought Angel home in pieces. I'm handing it back to Angel when it hits me.

 "Angel, what the fuck?" It's hitting me harder and sooner than it should.

 "Yeah, it's a little more than weed. Franco gave it to me." Franco being
the guy in our year who'll probably hit rehab at least twice before he
graduates. If he graduates. I'm starting to fly and Angel feels safe enough
to move closer. Or is there another reason? There's a bunch of us who don't
do the gang or bored school kid things. We design and host websites,
trouble shoot computers and sites, even have a not as successful as we'd
like pay per view sex site. Straight sex of course `cause only one of us,
Cruz, is gay. Cruz just figured out he was, years behind the rest of us,
and Angel is reminding me of Cruz a lot all of a sudden. Angel is usually
so flaky and not really there. It's why we're here in the first place,
every other place we worked in just distracted him. But now Angel seems
bolder. His eyes have narrowed while he looks at me, he's got a slight
smirk, and he's leaning in even closer.

 I think about something me and Julio were talking about yesterday. Julio
said gay guys wouldn't do gay shit if it didn't feel good. He even thought
that it didn't make you gay if you had to get turned on first to get into
it, that gay was being turned on by the sight of guys and chasing them. If
you got worked up and a guy took the place of your usual girl, it was
getting off not going gay.

 There's some serious eye contact from Angel while I'm thinking this, even
while he's taking a huge ass drag. He smiles again.

 "Shotgun." Angel closes what little space is left between us and his lips
all of a sudden are on mine. He knew I'd try to back away so his hands hold
my head in place as he starts feeding me the smoke. But he doesn't stop
once it's passed over. Angel's tongue follows the smoke and we're
kissing. Yeah, we. I'm so stoned and stoned equals horny, and it doesn't
take long for me to be making out as hard with Angel as I did last time me
and Melissa got away from her brothers. Angel's hand lands in my lap, that
there's already a boner there for him to find, should freak me
out. Probably would have if Julio hadn't started talking that shit. We're
heading for at least Angel sucking me off. Maybe.

 "Angel, I'm straight. Stoned enough to let ya do this much but I don't
know about anything else." Angels smiles and tightens his hand on my
hardon. I think I leaked and moaned. Okay, I did both. Come on. It's not
like my dick knew it was Angel.

 "Chill, War. I know you're my straight older brother's straight buddy."
I'm more convinced than ever we're gonna be caught but I don't stop Angel
unzipping me or forcing my long dick out. "You're stoned, it feels good,
and no one will ever know." I probably coulda stopped Angel but I
didn't. His tongue licked the pre out of my hood and then his lips wrapped
around it. The suction is awesome as those lips slide down my whole length
and that tongue starts torturing right behind it. It feels awesome! That's
why instead of stopping Angel, I help get me naked from the waist down and
spread my legs wide so Angel can get between and really get going. There
will be no stopping until I cum and Angel's so good I might even manage
that twice.

 "No one hears about this shit, Angel. I will kick your, ohhhh, ass, got
it?" I think Angel laughed with his mouth full and didn't that feel
good. Angel won't tell a soul. He's gotta know that I'll be coming to him
for all my blowjob needs from now on if he doesn't! I started fucking up
into his face and just then what I just knew would happen the minute Angel
lit up happens. We're caught.

 "Shit, I didn't think you could seduce him." I look over and there's this
kid that looks familiar. I think he plays soccer across town. He's tall and
lanky with very red hair that's all spiked. Joe something. Panic does not
begin to describe what I'm feeling but as I reach for Angel's head, still
bringing me to heaven, Joe reaches for his belt as he drops his
backpack. "Don't freak, Warren. This is all kinda my fault."

 "I don't think Warren is complaining," Angel laughs as he finally lets
up. He starts stripping down too. "Don't worry, War. This is technically
private property. The only cops coming here want to join in."

 "How's this your fault," I ask Joe as I see a dick as long and skinny as
mine for the first time ever, even if it is cut and whiter than white.

 "Your little buddy here's been hot for me for a bit but I only just lately
found out guys can be as much fun as girls. Different but cumming's
cumming, right? Anyways, I was kinda joking when I told him I'd only do him
if it was a threesome with you." Joe joins us and the two of them have my
shirt off and tossed aside in seconds.

 "Why me?" I was starting to think it was a gaydar thing and that had me
worried.

 "Honestly?" Joe starts as he starts a little hand action on my dick, which
I gotta admit has not gone down one bit with this freaky turn of
events. Another straight, mostly straight, guy here is making this kinda
more of a turn on. Who knew? "You and Luis' cousin were nearby. I coulda
picked him but you are way hotter." Berto Torres then. Berto isn't hot as
me so I can't blame Joe any.

 "You still on for this, War?" This time it's Joe who attaches himself to
my dick but it's nearly as great as when Angel did it. I think my groan is
Angel's answer. He packs another bowl and we shotgun it, sharing some with
Joe with Angel taking up the sucking for a bit. I hate to say it but Joe
being more macho than Angel makes the shotgunning hotter and when the
bowl's kicked there's no pretending we're doing anything but making
out. Can I blame Joe's being such a great kisser for not noticing at first
that Angel had gone from cock sucking, to ball licking, and now was
starting to eat out my ass? "Here. Try this." Not the first time I've done
a popper but it is the first time when every sex nerve in my body is
already firing away at once. Wow. It's like an out of body experience. I
think I even came a little.

 "What? Oh god no." Those words alone sound bad, right? My brain wanted
them to be. While I was a rag doll, all slicked up and ready thanks to
Angel and Joe's tongues, and maybe even some fingers, Joe took the only
chance he was gonna get. The impossible had happened and there was a dick
up my ass! "Oh wow, you have to, ohhhh, stop. Please, Joe, I don't, whoa,
do this. Mmmmm..." Impossible thing #2: I am loving being dicked! There's
this painful burn but when that long dick of Joe's bottoms out in me it
feels like an orgasm is racing through my entire body and when that dick
drags its way back out? The way it pulls at my hole gives me whole body
goose bumps. It feels so damn good and it isn't right. This isn't me. It
has to be the drugs. Has to. `Cause if I've been secretly bi or gay
everything about me is a lie. I don't know whether to cry or to moan!

 Angel gets in the action. He starts rubbing his own dripping hardon on
Joe's cheek and Joe just turns his head and starts sucking. Joe's face, how
turned on he was, was pretty damn hot as it was. Seeing my fellow not so
straight after all guy sliding his lips up and down the brown shaft of
Angel's cock. When Joe pulled back to Angel's head and licked the precum
out of his hood, I just about came. That on top of how awful not feeling
awful was making me feel was just about too much!

 Joe gets this look on his face like he can read my mind and before I know
it he has stopped fucking me and pulled out. I would have thanked him but I
didn't trust my voice not to tell him to get back to dicking me! God, how
fucked up is that? I live for pussy and here I am finding out my ass wants
to be one.

 "Sorry, Warren. I forgot how the first time can be. Let me make it up to
you." Joe seems to think I was upset that it hurt so bad. That's better
than him knowing how much I was grooving on it! Joe straddles me and grabs
my dick, and it's harder than I think it's ever been, and guides it to his
own ass. Wow! No drink or drug has ever hit me like the awesome feeling of
Joe's ass coming down and impaling itself totally on my dick. I don't know
how I didn't cum right away `cause this was at least as hot as whatever
Joe's dick was poking at in my ass. I pull Joe down and start making out
with him and know damn well it isn't the drugs. This guy is why I'm feeling
the most pleasure I've ever felt and if that isn't a reason to suck tongue
what it is?

 And when Angel felt left out and started rubbing his boner against our
lips from the side? This time it wasn't Joe who turned to start sucking
Angel off, it was me! I opened my mouth and the very first ever dick slid
across my tongue. I was so turned on at this point I would have done
anything. My lips closed tightly around the shaft and by reflex I started
using my tongue on the head. It was nowhere near of a turn on as fucking up
into Joe or having Joe ram it hard into me but it wasn't nearly as bad as
you think. All of those jokes about cocksuckers me and Julio made through
the years and I'm kinda enjoying it. I must not be half bad from the way
Angel's moaning like a whore.

 Angel starts face fucking me like I've done to a few bitches and I wonder
if they enjoy it as much as I am! Even the absence of boobs, my favorite
part of a girl, is no big. Joe's chest, as muscular and fit as mine, is
just as cool rubbing against mine, a different kind of hot. I also get to
ram as hard as I want up into Joe, something no girl has ever let me
do. The harder I pump, the harder Joe gets, and on one really hard fuck Joe
grunts and I can feel him cum. We're pressed together tight so I can feel
every spasm of his dick and it has to be quarts of cum that I feel oozing
between us. Then I get another way of feeling those hard pulses as a dick
shoot its cream when Angel gasps and starts flooding my mouth with cum. I
swallow by reflex but even the taste of it is not that bad. Won't replace
ice cream but I'm not grossed out or anything.

 Angel backs off and it's time to bring this to an end. I roll Joe over on
his back and start long dicking very hard. His legs wrap around my middle,
his heels digging into my ass to urge me on. It's maybe two or three
minutes of railing on him like I want to fuck through him and I cum harder
than I think I ever have. It's like I'm shooting all my energy out with my
cum and I just collapse into Joe's arms when I'm done. We softly kiss.

 "War, you won't be too pissed if I ditch you with Joe. Can you give Warren
a ride home?" Angel's all dressed and not looking like he just seduced his
older brother's friend. I should fuck him to teach him a lesson. "Naz
wanted to be at the ultrasound so I told Mama I'd pick up Cisco from
wrestling practice."

 "No prob. I'm just gonna chill here for a bit though. Okay with you,
Warren?" It is but before I can answer Angel kisses me full on the
mouth. Can I still blame the pot for how into it I get?

 "If I promise to not tell Naz, can we do this again? Lots?"

 "Do I get to fuck you next time? Yeah, I'll text you soon." Angel kissed
Joe more chastely and took off. I know I should have been thinking of
getting dressed but fuck that. It was still very hot out and we hadn't been
caught yet. Joe shifted around so we were slightly spooned, our sides
almost completely in contact and his arms around me.

 "You okay, Warren?" You know what? I am. Maybe when I was getting fucked
it was freaky, how good it felt and all, but I was paranoid I had turned
gay. Now here I am, I just came up the ass of the guy I'm lying naked with
and kissed goodbye the guy that fed me his load and I'm not thinking of Joe
any different than I did before. Okay, maybe a little different. Now I'm
seeing that ass of his as an alternative when some chica won't put
out. Heck, Angel's even been added to my mental list and maybe even
Cruz. Them less `cause everyone knows they're into guys. Don't want
anything thinking more of this than it is.

 "I might freak out tomorrow but right now? I've got the `just got my rocks
off but good' mellows." I don't know what Joe's thinking but me, I start
thinking about the next time we can hook up. Shayla is out of town `til
Thursday and Wendy's boyfriend is back in town so I have plenty of free
time. "So you wanna hang out tomorrow?" Joe smiles. He translated that into
`let's fuck soon' just like I figured he would. Damn, I wish I'd really met
Joe sooner. He seems more like a White boy version of me than even
Julio. Even if I we hadn't screwed each other I feel like Joe would get me
even if we'd never done that.

 "I'd let you fuck me tomorrow, Dude, but my parents might freak." Joe
laughs at the confusion and the little bit of worry he sees. Yeah, that's
right. I have no poker face. "My dad got laid off a few months ago and
finally found a new job. We're driving to New Mexico at the ass crack of
dawn. I can just see them up front and you doing me doggie in the back." I
laugh too now.

 "They're making you move Junior year? That sucks. You should find some
friend whose parents will let you finish out high school here." Joe's smile
goes away. "What happened?" New friend and new lover but it still sucks to
see him bummed.

 "I did have that all arranged. Thing is, there's this guy..."

 "So, you're gay all the way?" I ask before I engage my brain.

 "No, I'm still after chicks but after a friend forced me to do all this
gay shit I found out I liked it. Another friend then found out I'd gotten
myself into a very bad scene and got everybody together to get me out of
it. It was intense and since, well, it's been mostly just us two hooking
up. I thought I meant something to him. I would have stayed here for that."
I decide to try to kiss the hurt away. It works some. Mostly from what's I
can feel growing between his legs I think I've mostly kissed away the
limpness.

 "How'd you find out he didn't feel the same." My hand goes down and wraps
around that cock that looks and feels like an albino version of mine. Joe's
arms go around me tighter and he starts thrusting a little into my fist.

 "I'd just cleared it with Kenny's dad, all excited about staying with them
while school was in session, and headed over to Nick's. Turns out one of
the other guys in our group had just called me and Nick boyfriends. You
should have heard him go off. Nick thinks we're just fuck buddies and he
told Orin that he feels closer to him than he does me." This time Joe
kisses me while he grinds his dick against my body. Little Warren is waking
up again, a miracle considering how big a load I'd dropped inside Joe.

 "This Nick guy wasn't just lying to your friend so he wouldn't sound too
gay," I ask when Joe comes up for air.

 "He's not that good an actor and I stayed long enough to see Nick prove
it. No, staying isn't an option. I couldn't even tell any of the guys I was
moving." Joe tries to move us so I'm on top but I don't make it easy. "You
gonna fuck me or what?" he asks.

 "Wouldn't you rather fuck me?" I can see Joe's surprised. "I wasn't
freaking out `cause you were hurting me before. It was `cause it felt too
good and I wasn't ready."

 "And now you are?"

 "Yeah and who knows when we'll have another chance for you to do it." This
time I let us move but it's so Joe can be on top. He grabs my legs by the
ankles and spreads wide, his dickhead pressing against my hole but not
going in.

 "Ready?" I bite my lip and just nod yes. He pushes harder and all those
wonderful feelings hit me again as he slowly fills me. It really shouldn't
feel this good but when Joe's all the way in, it feels like heaven's being
sprinkled all over my skin.

 "Oh god, why does it feel sooo good," I moaned as Joe started thrusting in
and out. He just smiled and kept going. The thrusts got deeper, they got
harder, and they got faster. I'm more or less sober now, no blaming the
weed or anything that was in it. And you know what? Who cares! I know
me. I'll freak out tomorrow about this shit but it does feel great now. The
pain never goes away completely but it's like when you have candy covered
in dark chocolate.

 This time lasts longer than the last but it feels like it goes too
quick. We start out missionary but there's a lot of moving around. Side by
side on both sides, me bent in half with Joe coming from all directions,
but the big finish was me on top. Joe was working my dick better than any
girl ever and I was pumping myself up and down like a madman on Joe's
dick. Every time I hit bottom there's a mind blowing flash of pleasure and
the harder I land the better it feels! Eventually it hits as good as it
gets and I lose control. Joe is in as deep as it gets when me cumming
without any warning. It's like my vision greys and my whole body locks down
and a steady stream of cum shoots out and all over Joe's chest and
face. Joe cums too and even if I can't feel it I can feel his dick get
stiffer and he definitely gets an O face.

 Fast forward ten minutes and it's starting to get cold, even if me and Joe
are pretty much occupying one spot.

 "You still okay?" Joe asks and a quick peck on the lips is my way of
saying yes. "Cool. Grab my backpack. The cops might not come back here but
we've been lucky no freak has wanted to join in." Joe has everything in it
we need to to `freshen up' and with a lot of touchy feely and some more
kissing we're ready to head out. I keep on wondering if all of this has
made me gay but the sight of Joe doesn't do anything for me. The memory of
what he did can but not him dressed and talking sports and this move of
his. Too soon, Joe's pulling up in front of my house. I grab his phone and
call myself then save my number in his address book.

 "Text me whenever you can. It might sound weird but I think we'd have been
great friends if we'd met before this." Joe agrees, to texting and our
connection, but his family is waiting so that's it.

 Julio gets dropped off by Felix Tarquin, a son of one of Mom's friends
that got Julio some work with the rich dude Felix works for. Julio's tall
blonde and wiry and I start thinking about Julio's talking about sex with
guys. Hell, I even start wondering if Julio would be interested in putting
his theory into practice. We'll see, won't we?