Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 22:28:26 +0000
From: Rebel 777 <rebel777@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blaine's New Life - Chapter 9

Blaine's New Life
By Rebel

Author's Note: This story is a re-write of another story I have posted on
Nifty in another section.  I sincerely apologize to those readers of my
other story who were expecting something different here.  I was trying to
reach a different (fuller) audience, expecting to branch off into different
aspects of one man's life.

Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between
adult and teen males.  If material of this nature offends you, then you
should not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age
in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

All of the other disclaimers from previous chapters apply.

Thank you all very much for the encouragement.  Positive comments are always
welcome and you may e-mail them to Rebel777@hotmail.com.

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Chapter 9 -- `Getting Things Straight? Between Us'

I suddenly felt Dillon grope my nuts, and I instantly panicked, knowing this
was not the place.  I started to say something when I heard him say, "Oh
shit!" and I looked over and saw Garret watching us.  I could only watch as
Garret walked back to where he'd tossed his Speedo and slipped them back up
his legs.  "Garret, we need to talk," Dillon said as he moved toward him.

"NO!  You've told me quite enough!  I can see for myself how things are, and
you don't want me here!" Garret called out as he slipped on his flip-flops
and headed for the back gate.

Dillon turned back to me and said, "I'll be back," as he slipped on his
Speedo and headed barefoot for the gate.  Shadow and Sandy had gotten up and
started toward the gate too.  "STAY!!" Dillon yelled to them, and they
stopped running and Shadow lay down, then he too was out the gate.

`Oh fuck!  What the hell just happened with those two?' I wondered as I got
up and started pacing the deck.  I knew Dillon and Garret were best friends
and fuck buddies, so I wondered if Dillon's little display set Garret off.
As I was picking up the empties, another thought stopped me dead in my
tracks.  `Shit -- I'll bet Garret was jealous.  God, I hope Dillon can work
things out with him; the last thing I need is a little kid running home and
blabbing to mommy about what was going on.  Damn, I've got to talk to
Dillon, but he said he'd be back; and what about the dogs?'

I couldn't stand it any longer and slowly opened the gate to look out and
see if the boys were anywhere around.  Sandy nosed up next to me trying to
go out of the gate.  It's obvious that Shadow is much better trained.  I
pushed him back inside the yard as I stepped into the alley, placing the
block in the gate that I used to keep it from locking.  Looking down the
alley toward Dillon's house, I could see the two boys huddled together on
the ground in the next block.  It looked like Dillon was talking to a
despondent Garret, but at least they hadn't ran off.  `I guess I don't have
any choice; I'm just gonna have to trust my life to my 14-year-old friend.
Gawd, that's a scary thought.'

I slipped back inside the yard and both dogs seemed glad to see me and
started nudging into my legs, wanting attention.  "It's ok guys, the boys
are just outside.  They'll be back in just a second.  C'mon, let's go sit
down and wait for them," I reassured myself as much as the dogs.  As a pack,
we moved back to the table where I had collected the trash, then I headed to
the house with my entourage in tow.

As I started inside through the sliding glass doors, both dogs waited
respectfully, and then followed me inside.  Both went over to the water bowl
I had set out earlier for them as I threw away the empties.  I saw them move
back toward the dining area so I snapped my fingers, and amazingly, both
dogs lay down on the slate tile floor.  `Wow, the boys sure have worked hard
to train these two,' I thought as I watched the dogs, watching me.  I was
never raised around animals, as my mother was allergic to almost everything,
so I never had the opportunity these boys have.  I was fascinated with these
two animals so I moved toward them, not knowing what might happen since
their `masters' weren't here.  Shadow remained a little more alert, but
Sandy almost immediately rolled onto his back, inviting me to rub his belly.

I knelt down next to the dogs and extended my closed fist toward Shadow as I
rubbed Sandy's belly.  Shadow sniffed a couple of times, then snaked his
tongue out and licked my hand.  I thought that maybe I might be home free
with both dogs, so I went ahead and sat on the floor with them.  Shadow
seemed to relax more as I reached further back and scratched him behind the
ears.  If I didn't know better, I think he was purring at me.  As I
continued rubbing Sandy's belly, I saw his pink cock ease its way out of the
hairy sheath.  I slid my hand further back on his belly and felt a hard
doggie cock for the first time.  Unlike my human cock, or even Dillon's
uncut one, the sheath made this sensation completely different from anything
in my past experience.  As I stroked lightly on the sheath, I could feel the
shaft expand and lengthen, then I felt his `knot' start to swell was I
played with the entire area.

By this time, Sandy had about four inches of his wet, pink shaft extended
out of his sheath with another two still inside.  `I wonder if Garret plays
with Sandy like Dillon plays with Shadow,' the fleeting thought entered my
brain.  `He sure rolled over and got hard in a hurry when I started to rub
his belly.  Nah, as close as those boys are, I'm sure Dillon would know, and
he never said anything about it,' I finally rationalized.  I was transfixed
by what I was seeing as more and more of the pink shaft exposed itself.
Sandy really seemed to enjoy the contact and started humping himself into my
hand, sliding his body on the tile floor with his movements.  It only took a
few strokes and I saw a few clear drops fly from the end of his cock and
splash onto the floor.

I saw Sandy's cock swell even more and then start shooting a goodly amount
of milky-clear doggie cum all over the floor.  As Sandy was shooting, I
could feel every pulse of his knot.  `Damn, this is really hot!' I thought.

As the spasms subsided, Shadow was whimpering and squirming on the floor.  I
didn't know what to say or do, so I said the only thing I could think of.
"Ok Shadow," I said, and watched amazed as this beautiful Lab got up off the
floor, walked around me, and started to lick up the doggie jizz that had
splashed onto the floor.  I looked back at Sandy and he was licking his own
cockshaft as it retreated into the sheath.  The old joke, "If I could do
that, I'd never have to leave home," popped into my head and I chuckled at
the thought.  Shadow worked his way closer to Sandy, and finally started to
lick on Sandy's balls and sheath along with Sandy doing it himself.  All of
this `new action' had me hard as a rock, so I fished my already leaking cock
out the leg hole of my shorts and stroked the hard shaft.  It didn't take
much more than half a dozen strokes and I shot my own load onto the tile.

Shadow must have picked up a new scent, because he left Sandy and padded
over to me, and started licking the head of my cock and my still moving
fist.  As the shooting subsided to oozing, I felt Shadow's raspy tongue
slide over my cockhead and it sent me into orbit, causing one or two more
shots of jizz to erupt from my cock directly onto Shadow's snout.  He backed
off a little and licked his snout clean with that marvelous tongue of his,
giving me the opportunity to ease back from the abyss I had just dropped
over.  I was starting to come down from my sexual high as I felt that tongue
again, but this time Shadow was licking on my thighs where I had shot
earlier.  He worked his way up my crotch and systematically cleaned my balls
inside my shorts and all around my pubic area and belly.

The tickling sensations finally got to be too much for me, so I pushed
Shadow's head away, saying, "Ok Shadow, that's enough.  Go lay down," and he
padded over to where he was and lay back down, licking his chops of whatever
he had picked up from Sandy and me.  I was recuperating from the astonishing
orgasm, slipped my now deflated dick back inside my shorts, and stood up.
`Damn that was wild!  No wonder Dillon enjoys his dog so much,' I thought to
myself.  `I have a lot to discuss with my new friend,' I was thinking as I
looked out the windows for any sign of the boys.


I suddenly got worried as Garret and I walked silently back toward Blaine's
rear gate.  We stopped just outside the gate when Garret pulled on my arm.
"Dillon, I can't go back in there and face him," he said as he looked down
and kicked gravel with his toe.

"Why not?  What do ya mean?" I asked him.

"Weellll... uhhh... he has that tape and all... and... and I acted like such a
jerk," he said, starting to work himself up again.  "I just can't go back in
there Dillon... ppleeeeeze don't make me."

I put my arm around his shoulder, calming him with just being close.  "Look
Garret, Blaine's not like that.  He won't hold it against you, and he won't
give you a hard time about it either.  And if that tape bothers you, I'll
just ask him erase it -- I'm sure he will."  But Garret didn't seem convinced
and was still moving gravel with his foot.  I lifted his chin to look at me
and said, "Ok Garret, you wait here and I'll go get our clothes and the
dogs, then we can go to my house.  You're my bestest buddy pal, and I won't
hurt you again.  We'll go to my house and I won't come over to Blaine's
house anymore.  It upsets you just way to much and I won't do that."

As I turned for the gate, Garret held me and said, "No Dillon, that's not
fair.  You just found your `big brother' and I know how much you've wanted
that."  He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.  "Dillon, I didn't mean to
act like such a jerk -- it just kinda happened.  I know you want us to stay
together -- I wasn't sure before, but I also know how much this means to you.
  Do you really think Blaine won't laugh at me?"

"NO, he won't laugh.  I'm sure that he's in there now just worried to death
about you... and me, and us, I guess... and worried about what we might say to
the cops," I finally said, and I saw Garret blanch almost white as he
vigorously shook hid head.

"I'll never tell--" he started.

"I know you won't, but HE doesn't know it," I said, nodding toward the
house,

"And we BOTH need to talk this out.  We've had way too many secrets already
buddy; I don't want any more."  Then I saw a big grin come across his face.
"What?" I asked.

Giggling, he said, "I wonder if he'd let us watch that tape?" taking me
totally off guard.

"I... I'm sure he would," I stammered as I reached for the back gate.


As I was looking out the back window, wondering if I should go check on the
boys again, I saw the gate open, and Dillon lead a reluctant Garret back
onto the deck.  I didn't want to appear overanxious, even though I was dying
on the inside, so I slowly went to the glass door.  As I slid the door open,
the dogs blew my strategy all to hell and raced out the door and over to
their masters.  As I casually (yeah, sure) strolled toward the boys, I
noticed that Garret was almost being dragged by Dillon and he never raised
his head.  "Is... everything ok?" I asked as we got closer together.

"Yeah, I think so," Dillon said, still pulling Garret by the arm, "But we
all need to sit down and talk about this, ok?"

"Yeah, sure," I told him, and then looked over at Garret.  "Are you ok with
all this Garret?" I asked him.  The boy nodded but all I saw was the cute
mop of bright red curls bounce up and down because of our height difference.
  I squatted in front of him and made him look up at me as I waited.  "It's
kinda difficult to hear a nod Garret.  If we're gonna talk, then you need to
speak, ok?" I said to the cute, blushing, freckled face.

"Ok sir," he whispered, but he did look up at me and I saw the beginnings of
that impish smile of his.

"First off, I'm not `sir'; my name is Blaine.  And second, this sun is
getting way too fucking hot out here, so why don't we get inside where it's
cool and sit and talk," I suggested, nudging us all in the direction of the
house, and watching the boys giggle over my language.  After all five of us
made it past the sliders, I reached for something cool to drink.  Feeling my
mischievous streak kick in, I couldn't resist asking, "You want a beer
Garret?"

"Eeeewwwww," he scowled, but then caught the smile on my face and said,
"Smartass."

I tossed him a Pepsi and handed one to Dillon as we headed to the living
room to sit down.  They both seemed much more relaxed, and that made me feel
better too.  "Ok guys, is this `cards on the table' time?" I asked.  They
both nodded, but seemed reluctant to start, so I said, "Ok, I'll go first
then, I guess."  Both boys looked at me expectantly as I started in.
"Garret, Dillon has told me about the lousy home life he has, between his
parents being gone a lot, and then the strict rules he lives with."

"Yeah, you can say that again," Garret agreed, "Sometimes his dad can be a
real ass... a... a jerk," and he blushed profusely.

"Wait a minute, I didn't say anything about my dad," Dillon threw in.

"I know you didn't Dillon, but what you did say was a LOT.  And guys, we
can't have a good discussion if you have to worry about swear words, so
please, just talk; don't worry about it, ok?"  I said looking at them
straight in their eyes.  They both nodded, so I continued.  "Anyway, Dillon
tells me he loves you very much," and I watched their jaws drop, "And he
values your friendship above everything else, right Dillon?"

"Ahhh, yeah, but how did you know?  I never said anything," Dillon said and
seemed agitated.

"I know, but every time you mention Garret's name, you get this special
look, and I just knew," I explained, as Dillon grew scarlet.  "Garret, I
know we've just met, but I can see by the way you look at Dillon that the
feeling is mutual, isn't it?"  He nodded, and I watched those curls bob
around as he slid his hand over and grasped Dillon's hand, giving it a tight
squeeze.  "Now I don't know how much Dillon has told you about the night we
met, but I got scared and ran off, remember?"

"Yeah," he said, looking at Dillon.

"I just hadn't got that far yet Garret. The three of us had a pretty good
time until Blaine panicked and ran away.  Then he thought about it all night
and set up that little meeting in the park so he could maybe meet us again
in the daylight," Dillon told Garret as he held his hand.

"Ya see Garret, until then I was a complete virgin about man/man sex... well,
any kind of sex other than girl/boy sex.  Dillon has been teaching me...
things... and he DID spend the night last night; and it was a wonderful
experience for us both.  But I know that I could never come between you two,
sooo, since that bothers you... I just won't see Dillon anymore, ok?"

"No," and Garret took a deep breath, "That's not ok," he said that left me
mystified and I looked over at Dillon, but he only shrugged.  I looked back
at Garret as he said, "Dillon told you about him wanting a big brother," he
said and I nodded, "But what you don't know is how badly he's wanted this.
For as long as we've been... doing things... well, fucking and sucking each
other," he said trying out his newfound freedom, "He's wanted a big brother
who could teach him things.  There's always a lot of people over at my
house, and Dillon really likes being there, but his dad won't let him stay
over very much... unless he and his mom are going somewhere, then they dump
him there.  Dillon knows it, we've talked about it a lot, so that's why when
he got Shadow, it was so great."

I looked over to see Dillon nodding his head, so I took a swig of my beer
and let Garret continue.

"Last night, when he didn't call or come over, I snuck out of my house and
went into his -- his mom gave me the key code -- and he wasn't home all night,
and when I saw him... touch you today, I knew where he'd been.  So I left.
We... uhh... got some things worked out between us, so now we hafta work things
out with you.  I know I'm just a little kid, but I know that Dillon has been
wanting you for a long time.  When I saw Dillon reach over and... and touch
you, I thought he was ditching me and gonna be with you, and I almost died
inside.  I couldn't take it, so I left," he said as tears formed in his
eyes.

"That's when I told him how much he really means to me," Dillon picked up,
"That's when I told him I loved him too," he almost whispered.

I could see that this was real hard for the boys, so I thought I'd put them
at ease by saying, "Well, that's why you two belong together, without me
screw--"

"NO!" they shouted together, which took me back both at the quickness of
their response, and the vehemence, so I just sat there and waited for one of
them to continue.  `Damn, this is getting awfully confusing,' I thought to
myself.

Dillon took a few deep breaths then said, "Blaine, look, I really like doing
everything with Garret, but I also want to do more stuff with you.  I like
riding in your car, I like hanging out with you, and I especially like
teaching you sex things too.  I don't want to loose you either, now that I
have things worked out with Garret."  I could see pleading in his eyes, but
I was still worried.

"Dillon, I understand, I think, but nobody can find out, and now with
Garret..." and my voice trailed off.

"I won't tell nobody," Garret piped up.  "Besides, I wanna watch the video
of me and Dillon in the pool," he unloaded the bombshell on me.

Dillon could see that I was thunderstruck, so he said, "I don't have any
secrets anymore, and I told Garret that you had taped us.  I know he won't
say anything, so won't you please just trust us?  Just let us hang around
and play around sometimes... pleeeezzeee?"

Boy, I was really at a quandary now; I really did want to spend more time
with Dillon, a lot more, and now seeing this cute little guy staring back at
me with his big eyes, I knew it would be easy to play with him too, but at
the same time, I didn't want to spend time in jail either.  I got up and
walked back into the kitchen, threw away my empty, and got another beer, all
the time trying to make heads or tails out of all these conflicting feelings
and ideas.  I looked back into the living room and the boys hadn't moved;
they just looked over their shoulders at me.  I slowly walked back over to
the recliner and plopped my ass down.

I looked back and forth at their fresh young faces, and I could feel the
different emotions pulling me in opposite directions.  I exhaled heavily,
took a swig of my beer, then started to try to explain things to these two
sweet, innocent, young men.  "Ahh, guys, uhh... you both know that I don't
know much about this guy sex stuff; in fact, I didn't know anything until
three nights ago when I was spying you.  It was sooo hot watching Dillon
enjoy himself so much, and then I had this overpowering feeling and I just
reached out and started stroking his hard cock.  Then one thing led to
another, and I got a lot more involved than I ever thought possible."  I
could see that they were hanging on my every word, just holding hands, and I
knew I had to pick my words very carefully.

"Then I got scared cause I'd never done anything like that before, so I got
out of there quick.  I came home and worried about what was happening to me.
  Then I thought back to when I was your age, and remembered the really
close friend that I had back then.  We grew up together too, so I do know
how you guys feel.  I can remember that I didn't want to be gay; I didn't
want to me called names, so I just hid it away.  Then everything came
flooding back Wednesday night.  Then when Dillon came over here on Thursday,
and we played around some," and I saw Dillon squeeze Garret's hand, "I told
him that we couldn't do this and the reasons why."  I could see Dillon's
eyes start to fill with tears, but he was keeping quiet, just holding onto
Garret.

"But Dillon convinced me that he would keep quiet and that's when he told me
about his wanting a `big bother'.  When he showed up last night, we had a
`miscommunication'," and I saw a smile cross Dillon's face, "And I didn't
realize that he had planned on staying the night.  But he did stay and we
both enjoyed it.  I'm sorry Garret, I never meant to hurt you, but you have
been hurt... and I hope I don't ever do that again.  I wouldn't intentionally
hurt either of you guys," I explained, feeling drawn in by their unyielding
gaze.

"Does that mean that we can all be friends?  That we can come back once in a
while and maybe play around together?" Garret asked.

"Do you know all the trouble I can get into if anyone ever found out?  If
anyone even `thought' there might be something going on?" I asked them both.

"Yes sir, you would go to jail for a long time," Garret said.  "But we won't
let that happen, will we Dillon?" he said looking at his boyfriend.

"I already told him we wouldn't say anything," he murmured, "But I guess he
doesn't trust us to keep our mouths shut.  He's trying to tell us that we
can't come back," he said quietly.

"Is that true?" Garret asked me, point blank.

"Well, I am worried about it... but, no, I'm not sending you away.  I want you
both to be a part of my life, and the dogs too, if you..."  Dillon's head
jerked up to look at me, but I found my arms filled with a bouncing redhead
who threw his arms around my neck.  I could feel his body heaving against my
chest as I watched Dillon get up from the couch and sit on the arm of the
recliner.  When I looked up at him, he mouthed, `Thank you,' as I held
Garret while he worked through his emotions.

He pulled back away from me with a tear-streaked face, and said, "I'm sorry
Blaine, I know I'm just a crybaby sometimes, but I was so worried that you'd
say no, and I had split up you and Dillon, and... and..."

"That's ok, it's all behind us now, ok?" I said smiling at his cherubic
face.  He leaned forward and planted a wet kiss all over my mouth.  I was so
surprised, I came up sputtering, and Garret blushed -- again.  He must spend
most of his life blushing at something, and I see what Dillon meant when he
told me that he was the type of guy who couldn't get away with anything.

He leaned back and asked, "Then can we see the video you made of us?  Please
-- Please?"

"Ok, you can watch it.  You two run to the bathroom and wash your faces and
I'll get it set up on the TV."  I watched the boys bound off down the hall,
their cute little butts moving in their Speedos as they walked.  I retrieved
the camcorder, plugged it in to the cables to the back of my wall mounted
TV, and rewound the tape, ready for viewing.  By that time the boys had
returned so I pressed play and turned to leave the room.  "I'll leave you
guys to watch it by yourselves," I told then as I moved toward the hall.

"No, don't go," Garret said.

"We'd like to watch it with you Blaine... please???" Dillon said, pleading
with his eyes.

I really felt honored, so I moved back to sit in my recliner, but Garret was
having none of that, and reached up and took my hand, leading me over to a
place on the couch between them.  As they snuggled in real close, I found I
liked the feeling of the two warm bodies pressing firmly against my bare
flesh.

"Blaine, can you fast forward that to the part where we're naked?" Garret
asked, blushing again as he asked.  So I leaned forward to the coffee table
and pressed FF on the camcorder.  When it got up to a good part where both
boys were frolicking on the deck with the wet dogs, but still wearing their
suits, I released the button and sat back to watch.  I knew this part was
about 15 minutes long, and then just after this part, Dillon had stripped
out of his Speedo.

I put one arm over each of the boys and settled back to enjoy the show.  The
boys wasted no time in getting close again, and started watching themselves
on the big screen.  They were laughing and giggling at the earlier antics
when Dillon asked, "Why did you want to watch this part?"

"So I could see your cute little butts in the Speedos," I told them
candidly.  I saw them exchange looks, and both went back to watching, but I
could see definite hard-ons in their tight briefs.  I watched a few minutes
more, but then felt a hand creep onto my belly and the top of my shorts.  I
was sure that it wouldn't take them long to discover the raging hard cock
I'd had almost from the moment we sat down.  I was right; in less than a
minute, I felt a hand on my straining package.  I resisted the urge to look
down but did spread my legs a bit to give them easier access.

About this time was when the scene came on that showed Dillon throw his
Speedos up on the deck and walk off toward the diving board.  A different
hand was fumbling with the button on my waistband, so I looked down to see
that Dillon was feeling me up while Garret was trying to open my pants.  He
grinned up at me and I sucked in my gut to give him an easier time of it.
He got the button undone then rapidly pulled down the zipper.  Since I
wasn't wearing underwear, my hard cock was partially exposed but was still
held down by being down my leg.  As I watched Dillon take his steps on the
board with his cock bouncing, I heard a sudden intake of breath.

"Hehehe, big isn't he," I heard Dillon say, and then I felt two small hands
reach inside my shorts and fish out my 8-inch hard shaft.

"DAAAAMMMNNNN!" Garret exclaimed.  "And you can take all of that in your
mouth?" I heard him ask.

"Well, not all the way in, but a lot," Dillon replied.

"Guys, this is the part you wanted," I told them as the picture showed
Garret slipping his suit down in the water.

"Oh yeah," Dillon breathed, and I felt a hot mouth engulf my cockhead.  I
leaned back and moaned at the exquisite pleasure coursing through my body.
I looked over to my left and saw that Dillon had removed his Speedo and was
stroking his dick a little, watching the screen.  I looked down to see only
a mop of red curls bouncing on my hard cock.

"Guys, what do you say to maybe heading off to the bedroom?"  I said, and
Dillon was off like a shot.  He called to the dogs as he went by, and all
three headed down the hall.  I put my hands on the back of Garret's head,
and lifted him up to kiss his wet lips.  When we contacted, he was already
in the `sucking mode' so my tongue went right inside, dueling with his
tongue.  He pulled back and sighed, almost melting into my arms.  I leaned
over and stopped the tape, then turned off the TV.  I slid my arm underneath
his backside and lifted him easily as I stood up.  He curled into my arms as
I walked and I felt how light he was; he couldn't have weighed more than 90
pounds or so.

As I entered the bedroom, I saw both dogs laying on the floor at the foot
and Dillon laying spread eagle on his back on the bed.  He quit stroking his
hard cock, jumped off the bed, and came to us.  He reached up and started to
remove Garret's Speedo.  As I laid Garret on the bed, Dillon slid his Speedo
down his legs and threw them on the floor.  Garret scooted his ass up the
bed and made himself to home on one side, patting the middle, indicating
that's where he wanted me.  I crawled over the top of him and noticed that
`somebody' had brought the lube out and laid it on the nightstand.  I rolled
just past Garret and lay down close to his cute little body, reaching over
and taking his throbbing cock in my hand.  It did stick out of the top of my
hand, so I guessed his length at about 5 inches, but it was the curve of his
dick that really fascinated me.  It felt strange in my hand as I slowly slid
his loose skin up and down his hard shaft.

"Aaaaahhhhhh," Garret moaned as I slid the palm of my hand over the top of
his dick on the covered cockhead.  I had never given it much thought before,
but now I found myself wishing my parents had never had my foreskin removed.
  As I was involved with Garret, I felt Dillon climb onto the bed, scoot up
close behind me, and ease his cock between my butt cheeks and down between
my legs.  The pre-cum he was oozing out lubed his entry.  God, this was
great.  As I felt Garret swell up in my hand, I knew he was getting close,
but suddenly he grabbed my hand and stopped me from stroking him anymore.
"I'm too close," he whispered, so I eased my grip and let his throbbing cock
slide from my hand.  I reached behind me with my now free hand and pulled
Dillon's ass harder into my crack.

After a few more stokes, he pulled out and said, "Roll over on you back."  I
thought he was gonna try an entry into my virgin hole, and I got a bit
anxious about the possibility, but as I settled onto my back, he eased
himself in beside me with his hard cock rubbing on my hip and his head
resting on my pec.  Not to be outdone, Garret rolled up on the other side in
a similar position.  I was in heaven; coming from never having experienced
man / man sex, to having two randy, young trophies curled up next to me.
Dillon punched through my daydream when he said to Garret, "Watch this," and
reached over with his tongue and flicked my nipple, making it instantly come
erect.

"I didn't know they'd do that," Garret said, amazed at my reaction.  He then
extended his tongue and did the same thing on my other nipple.  This
elicited quite a moan from me, followed by both boys giggling and jiggling
in my arms.  "I know," said Garret, "Let's you and me work on Blaine and get
him off -- whaddya say."

"Sounds good to me," responded Dillon, "But the next time you lick his tit,
go ahead and suck it some.  And don't be afraid to bite it a little bit too;
he really goes nuts with that," he told his confederate, and went back to my
excited nipple.  `Oh god, what are these boys gonna do?' I asked myself.

While Dillon was busily sucking on one nipple, Garret went back to licking
the other one.  That only lasted for a few licks before he must have decided
that there was no taste, attached himself to the nipple like a Lamprey, and
started sucking as if he expected to get milk.  "Oh ggooodddddd," I loudly
moaned, the pleasure was excruciating and I felt more pre-cum throb up my
cockshaft.  One of the boys, I don't know which because my eyes were closed,
gripped my cock and started a slow, easy stroke, up and down.  I then felt
another hand touch me there, and finding it already occupied, lower to my
aching balls and gently massage them in his fingers.  Neither boy let up
with the suction on my nipples, but then I felt Garret bite a little too
roughly, so I said, "Easy Champ," and gave his butt cheek a squeeze.  "Don't
stop; it feels great, just not quite so hard, ok," I whispered in his ear.

I was getting close to shooting my pent up load, and the boys felt it,
because they increased their efforts on both my nipples and my cock and
balls.  "AAAAAYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEE," I hollered as the orgasm hit me hard and
felt several blasts leave my cockhead.  The boys didn't miss a beat, but
kept going without easing up a bit; I think they enjoyed torturing me.  As I
was shooting, I had clasped them both close to me, one butt cheek in each
hand.  The pleasure/pain got to be too much and I pulled my knees up toward
my chest, effectively cutting off any more movement in my crotch.  I felt
the boys' lips leave my nipples and I opened my eyes for the first time
since they started.  I saw a rope of cum sliding down the side of Garret's
face with some all the way into his hair.  Dillon wasted no time in leaning
over me and licking the rope off of his face.  I then saw Garret return the
favor by reaching out with his tongue and slurping up a large drop from
Dillon's chin.  They then started licking up the remnants from my chest,
working their way down to my deflating cock.

As they approached their prize, they started to tongue wrestle with each
other, arguing over who got what in my pubic hair and on the head of my
cock.  After they got me cleaned up some, they extended their hand to each
other and fed each other what they had accumulated on their hand.  I could
see the love in their eyes as they fed each other, and I really hoped they
would end up spending their lives together.  The lay back down in their
`spots' and I wrapped them close as we enjoyed the feelings of the moment.


I felt Dillon rise up and saw him look at the clock on the table.  "Damn
Garret, it's 5:33; we need to get moving to make it home.  I don't want to
upset you mom again," he said to us both.  We untangled ourselves and I
looked at their throbbing boners.

"Hey guys, what about those?  You guys haven't cum yet," stating the
obvious.  They looked at each other and giggled.  Somehow, I knew that that
situation wouldn't last long once they got alone at Garret's house.  "O...k, I
see how it is," and chuckled as I watched them searching for their suits.
"Hey you two, you've got time; into the shower and wash that mess off of you
so you don't go home smelling like a whorehouse and swimming pool.  Scoot,
I'll get your clothes together so you don't have to put those suits back on
while you wash each other's backs."

"C'mon Garret, his shower is really neat," Dillon told him as he led him
into the bathroom.  I loved watching their dicks swinging and there butts
jostling as they moved.  I got up from the bed and went out to the living
room to retrieve my discarded shorts.  I had forgotten about the dogs, so I
had a parade down the hall.  "All right you guys, out on the deck," I told
them as I opened the door and picked up the boys' clothes from where they
had undressed when they first arrived.  I got everything laid out on the bed
back in my room, after leaving the dogs on the deck, and I could hear that
the water was off and the boys were giggling, so I guessed that they hadn't
spent a lot of time `playing' with each other while they were in there.

The sliding door opened and these two bodies came bouncing out, their bodies
still red from the hot shower.  `Well, at least they aren't hard anymore,' I
thought as they reached for their shorts and abbreviated t-shirts.  We were
all laughing and joking with each other as they finished dressing and we
went down the hall.  When we stopped by the front door, Dillon having
retrieved the dogs and the leashes, he looked up at me and said, "Thank you
Blaine, you're the greatest," and gave me a big kiss, but without tongue
this time.

When he finished, Garret reached up on tiptoe and gave me another big kiss.
When he pulled back, I saw that impish grin again and I wondered what he was
gonna say.  "How do you like having two little brothers Blaine?" then he
turned and skipped down the front walkway.  Dillon grinned and followed his
buddy.

"I like it just fine," I called to their retreating backsides as the loped
off down the street in the easy gait that comes naturally to young boys.
`Boy, do I ever enjoy looking at those nylon covered butts,' I thought as I
closed the door on another very eventful day.


To Be Continued...