Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2005 23:55:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Robin Eagleson <robineagleson@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Luckiest Summer, Part Eight

The Luckiest Summer
Robin Eagleson
robineagleson@yahoo.com

Part Eight

I woke up before Brad, still nestled safely against him.  I could tell it
was approaching dawn by the odd light filtering in through the windows.  It
was a gentle red glow, the kind of sunrise everyone pictures when they
think of one.  I felt strangely awake, and strangely adventurous.  My dick
was doing its typical morning ritual, and after listening to the intensity
of Brad's breathing for a few seconds, I decided I could get away with
obliging it.

I had never put on a shirt last night, so I could feel my bare skin against
Brad's body.  I lightly rubbed up against him as I started stroking myself,
first through the Nike shorts I was still wearing, and then reaching inside
them.  The quicker my jacking got, the more often I found myself glancing
at Brad to make sure he hadn't stirred any.  I grew tired of working under
my shorts and tugged them hastily down to my knees, tossing them on the
floor beside the bed but leaving my boxers near my ankles.  I still had the
sheets over me, but if Brad had woken up and opened his eyes at this
moment, I was caught in the act, plain and simple.  That was particularly
exciting.

Things got hazy as the pleasure built.  The subject of my desires was only
inches away.  I had to touch him.  With my free hand I ran a single finger
lightly down his right arm, which lay exposed on top of the sheets.  I
could feel the hard definition of his triceps, the slight bulge of his
biceps, and the bony thickness of his forearm.  He didn't move a muscle at
the contact, and I became bolder, leaning over cautiously and ever so
slightly putting my lips against his shoulder.  My head reeled at the act.
It was the first time I'd ever given anyone a kiss fueled by a sexual
desire, and it felt surreal.  Still he showed no signs of waking, so I
rubbed his arm a little harder and increased the tempo with my other hand.

I was getting really close now, and incoherent thoughts scrambled madly
through my head.  How I had allowed myself to get into this overly risky
situation was beyond me, but logical thinking was not going to return until
I had drained the hormones out of my system.  Seconds before I erupted, I
decided I wanted him to touch me.  Not just anywhere, but there.  I wanted
it to be him that got me off at the end.  I found his hand and guided it
carefully towards me.  Continuing to stroke my dick all the while, I placed
his hand strategically on my crotch, pressing down on it and raising my
hips desperately up into it.  I closed my eyes and smiled as the familiar
feeling washed over me.  I shot once, twice, three times, all in impressive
spurts that flew up and landed on my stomach.

Then I was gulping in air, my head slowly clearing.  His hand was resting
limply on my oozing cock.  I quickly picked it up and put it back to his
side, burying it under the sheets.  He would never know where it had been,
but I would always remember.  I sat up and leaned in gingerly, pulling up
my boxers and wincing as I slid them back in place over my hips, my dick
settling in tightly against the fabric.  I stroked my chest and belly
slowly afterwards, lying back with my eyes closed and my head turned
towards the ceiling.  I was hungry again.  I didn't really want to get up
and leave Brad, but I was starving.  Then I decided I could probably handle
starving to death as long as I got to do it next to Brad.

I looked at his face, frozen in a peaceful sleep.  The sun had been
gradually shifting position, and was now shining squarely on his face.
Sunlight had a certain harshness to it when aimed directly at someone, but
it did nothing unflattering to Brad.  He looked even younger than his
eighteen years bathed in the sunlight, the blond stubble on his head
growing longer by the day, traces of a light, downy beard growing on his
cheeks, his nose turned to the ceiling, his chest rising and falling in
steady fashion.  I noticed, for the first time, how lengthy his eyelashes
were as I looked at his closed eyelids.  I felt something beyond lust,
something much more powerful that was completely inexplicable, and I put my
head on his chest.  He grunted at this movement, finally showing signs of
life after all I'd put him through.  I kept picking up my head to look at
him, and then dropping it wearily back on his chest until he finally
admonished me.

"Go back to sleep," he mumbled.  "It's too fucking early for you to be up."
I grinned into his chest and closed my eyes obediently.  I could feel the
hardness of his pectoral muscles against my cheek.  I turned my head
slightly and buried my nose against his shirt.  It smelled faintly of his
cologne.  I became light-headed as the spices infiltrated my nostrils.  His
hand brushed through my hair momentarily.  I think he was trying to soothe
me into falling back asleep.  It worked, because I could instantly feel
myself dozing off as his hand made repeated occasional trips over my hair.

The next thing I knew his alarm was going off, but neither of us was
moving.  I finally pulled my head off his chest and sought out the source
of the dreadful sound.  My eyes wouldn't open all the way for a few
seconds.  I finally leaned over the edge of the bed and saw the alarm
sitting on the floor next to the outlet.  I turned it off and collapsed
back on top of him wearily.  He still hadn't shown any signs of waking.

"You're going to have to get off me," he finally said, but I didn't.

"Just take me with you," I responded dreamily, trying to go back to sleep
already.

"Off," he repeated, taking hold of my arm in his powerful grip and tugging
me to the side.  I pulled at his shirt as he relocated me, trying to stay
attached to him.  It didn't work, and soon I was lying lopsidedly beside
him.  He threw the sheets off and bounded to his feet.  Suddenly the idea
of going back to sleep was nowhere near as interesting now that I would
have to do it alone.  I wasn't tired anymore.  I watched him stretching for
a moment; he seemed to grimace when he turned his neck.

"What?" I asked him.

"Thanks to you I have a fucking crick in my neck," he complained, massaging
his back in between his shoulders and trying to loosen up the tension.
"It's because I had to sleep in that cramped position."

"I was pretty comfortable," I shrugged with a grin.  He shot me a look.

"You'd better go home and get ready for your big day," he advised, opening
his closet to find today's clean work shirt.  I wondered how many he had
stowed away in there.

"My big day?" I asked, drawing a blank.

"Nadia," he answered over his shoulder.  "Skinny dipping.  You know," he
added insistently.

"Oh!" I said.  "I don't think we'll be naked," I blushed.  But he was
right.  She would probably be calling within the next hour or two, assuming
she hadn't made the whole thing up just to tease me.  I stumbled awkwardly
out of his bed and got to my feet, winding up standing alongside him.

"Definitely spend some time on your hair," he said in what I thought was a
fond tone, ruffling my messy strands.  "You've got awesome hair, you know.
If my hair looked as good as yours did, I would grow mine out, too.  I
swear I'm going bald."  He frowned and ran his hand across his hairline.

"You're not going bald," I giggled.  "You have just a widow's peak.  We
talked about it in science when we were studying genetics."

"I hope you're right," he grumbled, not sounding satisfied, "but I don't
remember having a widow's peak before."  He looked back at me.  "I've got
to take a shower.  Get out of here," he said, shooing me away playfully.
"Go home and pimp yourself out."

"Can we play tennis this weekend?" I asked, grabbing my shorts off the
floor and stepping into them.

"Maybe," he said in an evasive manner that I knew indicated he had other
things planned.  "We'll see.  At the very latest we can play next week.
Come by on Monday after I get off work or something."

"Okay," I said, slightly disappointed but knowing that was about as good of
a guarantee as I was going to get out of him.  I told him bye and left his
room quietly.  He was too preoccupied to hear me, I guess.

I trudged across the lawn and opened our unlocked front door.  Mom had left
me another one of her notes on the refrigerator.  It was pretty simple.  I
was supposed to mow the front lawn if I had time.  After briefly
considering not having the time, I concluded it would be in my best
interests to get it over with before the temperature reached triple digits.

I showered quickly afterwards, afraid the phone would ring while I was
washing the combined sweat of last night's tennis and this morning's lawn
mowing off.  I took shortcuts this time, cleaning only the areas that I
figured needed it the most.  That included my crotch, my armpits, and then
my hair, which I spent the longest time on.  I decided not to worry about
gelling it, but I did put Old Spice on.

No sooner had I dried off and settled onto the couch and turned on the TV
when the phone rang.  I leapt up and had it by the second ring, but it
wasn't Nadia.

"I heard all about your pool party," Robbie's voice accused me on the other
end of the line.  "How come you didn't invite me?"

"I didn't invite anyone," I said.  "Nadia invited herself."

"Nadia," he said mockingly.  "I haven't even talked to you since you guys
started hanging out.  What's so great about Nadia?"

"She has a nice pair," I said, intentionally echoing his sentiments from
weeks back the last time I saw him.  "You're the one who told me I should
go out with her," I reminded him.

"But you're not even going out with her," he said.  "I talk to Stacey a
lot, and she tells me everything Nadia tells her.  For instance, I know
that you guys have been holding hands, but you haven't kissed her."

"Okay, shut up," I said, my face turning red.  "Anyway, you can come over
if you want, but Nadia might get mad at me.  I'm not sure if she wants me
to have other people over."

"Why should she care?  I'll bring Stacey.  It'll be a small gathering.
Like a double date," he elaborated.  Robbie and Stacey had been going out
since the end of last school year.

"Fine," I said.  "But I'm not even sure Nadia's going to call."

"She'll call.  She's been talking about swimming at your house with Stacey
all week.  She thinks you guys are going to make out in the pool or
something."  I blushed again, an undisputable stirring in my shorts.  I had
changed into a clean pair; I was wearing jean shorts now.

"Come by at one," I instructed him.

"Do you want me to bring my little brother again this time?" he derided me,
hanging up before I had a chance to respond.

I hung up and sat back down on the couch.  This day felt painfully
familiar.  Mowing the lawn, taking a shower, getting a call from Robbie on
the phone about going swimming.  Was Tyler going to come ring the doorbell
and ask if he could swim with us now?  But I knew that couldn't happen.
Tyler was away at camp, where hopefully he'd stay forever.

Nadia kept me waiting a while, but finally called at half past noon after
I'd been fidgeting on the couch for a while, going through soda after soda
until I could no longer sit still.  She had already heard that Robbie and
Stacey were coming over.  She was going to get a ride with Stacey and come
in an hour.  This only made me more nervous.  I paced around the living
room for a while until Robbie showed up.  His mom dropped him off a few
minutes early.  He didn't even bother ringing the doorbell.

"Hey," he said, coming in and helping himself to a can of soda out of the
refrigerator and dropping beside me on the couch.  "I did a hundred
crunches earlier.  Can you tell?" he asked, tightening his stomach muscles
and looking at me expectantly.

"Not really," I admitted.  He wasn't fat by any means, but he didn't have a
lot of visible muscle, either.  I had to admit his body was a lot better
than mine, though.

"Fuck you.  Hit me in the stomach and see how hard it feels," he commanded
me.  I looked at him doubtfully.  "Try it.  It won't hurt," he insisted.
He smiled and I caught a glimpse of his braces.  He was shy about his
braces; I think they were the one subject he wasn't boastful about
regarding his appearance.  I gave in and hit him lightly in the side.

"Wow," I said flatly.  "Those are some rock hard abs."

"Better than yours," he said.  "I can see a lot of bones when you take your
shirt off, but no muscles."

"Nadia doesn't seem to mind," I said coolly.

"She hasn't seen you without your shirt yet, has she?" he prodded me, and I
realized he was right.  "Don't worry, you'll be fine," he assured me.
"Lots of girls really go for the Ethiopian guys."  I hit him in the stomach
for real.  We wrestled momentarily on the couch until he had me pinned
completely.  "Got anything to say now?" he taunted me.  His arms pressed
hard into my chest, his entire weight holding me against the couch.  I
could feel his breath against my cheek.  It wasn't bad.  It smelled like
he'd been sucking on a mint earlier.

"Get off," I ordered him half-heartedly.  I didn't mind the contact.  It
was kind of exciting to wrestle with him while he was shirtless.

"Nope," he giggled, bouncing up and down now so his knees were digging into
me.  "Besides, you know you like it.  You're gay like that."

"I'm not gay," I protested, finally freeing an arm and extending it towards
his chest to create some space.  His chest was nice, but nowhere near as
built as Brad's.  It felt much more delicate against my palm than Brad's
did.

"If you're not gay, you should ask Nadia out," he challenged me, continuing
to dig his knees into my stomach.

"Okay, okay!" I agreed, because his knees were starting to hurt.  He
bounded off me and stood over me, his face breaking out into a smile.

"You promise you'll ask her?"

"No."  He grabbed my arm and twisted it.

"Okay, I promise!" I shouted.  "Let me go!"

"You promised," he reminded me, even though I had just said it about five
seconds ago.  "And you have to ask her today, before we all go home."

"Not fair," I whined.  "I shouldn't have to ask her in front of you guys."

"You don't have to ask in front of everyone," he relented.  "But by the
time I go home today, you guys have to be going out.  Or I'll tell everyone
you're gay."

"I'm sure your word means a lot to everyone," I muttered sarcastically.  He
was on me in a flash, and we rolled off the couch onto the floor in our
wrestling match this time.  This might have gone on for several more
minutes had the doorbell not rang.  He jumped off me and leapt to his feet,
tugging on his shorts to adjust them and quickly reaching up to pat his
hair.

"Answer the door, stupid!" he whispered, settling on the couch and turning
on the TV quickly so it would appear to the girls that we had only been
watching TV calmly when they arrived.

My heart fluttered in my chest.  It was my house, so I had to answer the
door, but I didn't want to.  On top of the fact that I was very nervous
about having to see Nadia, there was going to be another girl at the door
with her.  Plus, I had a semi in my shorts now thanks to Robbie and his
thirst for wrestling.  There was something electric about his skin; it was
baffling.

I walked slowly to the door, willing my dick to wilt along the way, which
it mostly did, and then cautiously pulled it open.  Nadia and Stacey were
there, alright.  Two attractive, popular girls from my school were standing
on my front porch looking at me expectantly, and it was up to me to find
the right thing to say.  I had nothing.

"Zach, you're supposed to invite the guests in," Robbie chided me, hopping
to his feet and appearing behind me in the doorway.  He pushed me aside and
gave the girls his biggest smile.  "Welcome to Zach's house, ladies.  You
may enter."

"Shut up, Robbie," Nadia's voice replied.  "Hi, Zach," she said sweetly,
stopping briefly in the foyer to run her fingers through the front of my
hair, quickly but definitely aiming to tease me.

"Hi, Zach," Stacey's voice echoed after Nadia.  She, like Nadia when I
first met her, had never spoken to me before.  She blushed when I looked at
her, which was kind of interesting.  Usually I was the one who blushed when
I made eye contact with girls.

"Hi, Zach," Robbie cooed in a fake girly voice, mocking the two female
visitors.  "Oh Zach, you're so cute," he continued, and now I was blushing.

"Stop acting jealous," Nadia snapped.  She glowered at him.  They were
exactly the same height.  I had never noticed it before, but from the looks
of it they didn't get along too well.  Robbie had probably gotten on the
wrong side of more than a couple of Nadia's friends in the past, more than
likely.

"We need to change," Stacey butted in airily.  "Where's your bathroom?" she
asked me, ignoring Robbie even though he had positioned himself to where he
was standing inches away from her.

"Down the hall all the way to the end," I said, pointing the way.  The
girls walked in the direction together, whispering predictably to each
other.  Before they turned the corner, it was Stacey, not Nadia, who turned
back and smiled at me.  I heard giggling before the bathroom door closed.
Robbie pushed me against the wall, not so gently.

"You'd better not have plans to steal my girlfriend," he threatened,
although he smiled.  "Don't forget you're going out with Nadia.  Or at
least you will be by the end of the day," he reminded me.

"Get off!" I said, pushing him back.  He was being really weird about this
subject.  He did as I asked, though.

"How come girls always go to the bathroom together?" he asked me, seeming
truly confused, and perhaps curious.  "If two guys walked into a house and
immediately ran off to the bathroom with each other, everyone would think
they were a couple of fags."

"I dunno," I shrugged.  I really didn't have a better answer.

"Whatever," he said.  "I'm going out to the pool.  Bring your girlfriends
out with you when you come."  He gave me a meaningful look, and then
disappeared through the sliding door.

"I don't know why you had to have him over," Nadia said darkly from behind
me after I'd settled on the couch to wait for the girls.  "Stacey doesn't
even like him anymore, you know," she added.

"Oh," I said.  "Well, he kind of invited himself.  Why doesn't she like him
anymore?" I asked, hoping he didn't find out.  He'd probably blame it on me
and be mad until he got a new girlfriend.

"He's a jerk," Nadia answered shortly.  "I really can't stand him.  He's
the biggest creep in our grade.  To be honest, once I found out he was
coming, I wouldn't have showed up if you weren't so hot," she said
wistfully, knowing exactly how I would respond to a comment like that and
getting her intended result.  "Stacey thinks you're cute," she whispered at
me, leaning over the back of the couch to say it into my ear.  "But if you
tell her I told you that I'll kill you."  She pinched my earlobe
threateningly, and then rubbed it gently for a few seconds.  I didn't dare
move, even though I wanted to shudder.

"Do you want to swim?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"Of course," she said brightly, linking her hand in mine as soon as I stood
up uncertainly.  She squeezed it for a second and then let it go.

"Do you want to wait for Stacey?" I asked, feeling more retarded by the
minute.

"I think she'll be okay," she smiled, and we started out to the backyard.
Gunther greeted us excitedly, but thankfully refrained from leaping onto
Nadia, who wasn't nearly as accepting of his presence as Brad was.  She
wanted me to chain him up while we swam, but I wouldn't.

"Hey Nadia, nice swim suit," Robbie called, commenting on her one-piece.
He stopped just short of saying what I knew he wanted to, which was that it
really accentuated her chest.

"If I even see you looking at it again I'll seriously drown you," she
warned him in a menacing tone.  He giggled, but she didn't even crack a
smile.  I wondered how he could possibly not be scared by this point, but I
supposed that was just one of the areas where we differed from each other.
He liked to piss girls off; I was terrified of them.

Stacey joined us shortly, but she and Nadia had settled into a few of the
lawn chairs while Robbie and I splashed around in the water.  He did his
best to show off, repeatedly diving into the pool with gusto, often taking
his aggression out on me by dunking me and putting me in headlocks.  When
the girls got in the pool, he spent all his energy bothering them and
trying to knock them off their air mattresses just as he had done with the
little kids the last time.

When the splashing and screaming became a nuisance to my ears, I slipped
out of the pool and rested in a chair at the edge, watching as Stacey
slapped at Robbie around his chest, trying unsuccessfully to fend him off.
Nadia was resting undisturbed on her air mattress, her eyes closed as an
attempt to ignore their quarreling.  She opened her eyes and saw his blond
head beside her mattress at one point, and with a frown, reached down and
smacked him from behind even though he hadn't even done anything to her.
He only grinned and splashed water at her, but didn't dare touch her.

I closed my eyes and looked up into the sun, nearly dozing off despite the
abundance of screams coming from Stacey, who was continually yelling at
Robbie.  Robbie looked as though he hadn't had this much fun in a good deal
of time, though, and he didn't seem ready to quit anytime soon.  When I
opened my eyes again Nadia was walking towards me, dripping wet from the
water, and she sat in the chair beside me, looking disapprovingly at Robbie
and Stacey in the pool.

"She doesn't really want him to leave her alone, or else she'd have killed
him by now," she observed to me.

"I want to kill him, and he isn't even bothering me anymore," I mumbled,
tired of all the noise he was creating.

"Oh my God," she sighed, shielding her eyes from the sun so she could
continue watching them.  "Let go of her, you disgusting pervert!" she
shouted at Robbie.  I looked in their direction and saw them tangled up
near the deep end, Robbie's arms hooked around Stacey's front, dangerously
close to her chest.  Stacey squealed in pretend frustration and battled
half-heartedly to get away.

"I'll never forgive her for this," Nadia groaned.  "She's just letting him
feel her.  What a whore."  She turned to me.  I was determinedly silent,
and doing everything I could to appear disinterested.  "You wouldn't do
that, would you Zach?" she asked teasingly.

"Um, no," I squeaked, gulping.

"Not even to get even with them for being so gross?" she suggested quietly.
I swallowed.  "Come on," she said quickly, before I had a chance to choke
out some response.  "Let's go jump in the deep end."  She leapt out of her
chair and pulled at my hand, yanking me up with her and pulling me all the
way around the pool.

"Jump!" Robbie called, noticing we were stationed at the farthest end now.
He let go of Stacey and swam towards us.  "I'll catch you," he said,
holding out his arms.

"If any part of your flesh comes into contact with me, I'm ripping your
balls off and putting them in the pool filter," Nadia threatened, and I
winced.

"I was talking to Zach," Robbie grinned, ignoring the vicious threat, but
backing away considerably.

"Come on, Zach," she said to me, reaching over and giving my back a slight
nudge.  When I resisted, she pulled harder and I came tumbling into the
water with her.  My head went underneath along with hers, and momentarily I
could see her under the water.  Then I surfaced, breathing in the fresh air
and flinging the wet hair out of my eyes.  She clung to my back, and I
couldn't think of anything to do but swim.  I felt the nice pair Robbie had
spoken of pressing against my skin through her one-piece, a strange new
sensation rubbing on my flesh.

Robbie and Stacey had cleared the way for us, retreating back to the
shallow end where they continued to grapple about.  When Nadia finally let
me go a few minutes later, they had taken the chairs we had left behind and
were now basking underneath the sun.  Nadia reached for my hand underneath
the water and found it as we continued to make our way to the middle of the
pool.  I could feel my feet touching against the bottom, likely a few
seconds after Nadia had.  We leaned against the side of the pool and
continued to hold hands under the water.  She looked up to where Robbie and
Stacey were seated and shot them a look.  They didn't see it, however, as
they were busy staring at each other.  Nadia sighed loudly.

"They still haven't gotten the point yet," she said.  "When will they
learn?"  Then she leaned in and kissed me, hard, on the lips.  She'd given
off no signs, no warnings, no hints.  Just like her call and outright
invitation to the mall.  Her lips were firm, cold, and wet from the water,
but the kiss was nonetheless very warm.  I closed my eyes instinctively
when she pressed her face against mine, but didn't move my lips.  Instead I
let her initiate, and once she'd pressed her mouth on mine, she didn't move
any.  She just held them there tightly, determinedly, and then slowly
pulled back, the softest of noises resulting when our lips were peeled
apart.  It had been a pretty long first kiss, even if it wasn't a very
passionate one.  It wasn't the kind of kiss you saw in porn too often, but
it was a kiss, and I was tingling all over, albeit not nearly as much as I
had tingled when I had kissed Brad's arm.  I still had my balance, and my
head wasn't reeling too badly.

"Do you think they got it now?" I breathed out deeply, too stunned to even
think of what I was saying.  She laughed loudly at my innocent question,
but stopped abruptly when she looked back at them and realized they hadn't
quit cuddling.

"Oh, get a room already!" she shouted at them, even though they weren't
doing anything that bad.  They certainly hadn't kissed like we had, and I
started to giggle over her reaction to realizing that no, they had not
gotten the message.

"Hey Zach," Robbie called, appearing at the ladder and climbing slowly into
the pool.  Nadia squeezed my hand under the water possessively, telling me
without saying anything that I wasn't free to leave her side, at least not
on Robbie's account.  "Is Brad working today?"

"Yeah," I said.  "Why?"  I looked at him suspiciously.

"Do you think we can go in and get free pizza?"

"Maybe," I shrugged.  "We'd have to get there before three, though."

"Awesome!" he said, his eyes lighting up.  "We're starving," he said, and I
could only assume he meant he and Stacey were.

"Well, Stacey is eating for two now," Nadia remarked coldly.  "I can see
how she'd be hungry."

"I'm not the one who was just kissing in the pool," Stacey responded
defensively.

"Yeah, but Robbie's a demented freak, so just the fact that you touched him
at all is disgusting," Nadia said I pretended not to be hearing their back
and forth.  Stacey was all set to make a come back of some sort when Robbie
actually interjected at the right time for a change.

"I don't see what's so demented about wanting to eat pizza," he smiled
innocently, breaking the tension at least momentarily.  Nadia finally let
my hand go, signaling I could move, so I climbed out of the pool.

"We have to go now or he'll be gone by the time we get there," I announced,
still trying to shake myself into believing this was all reality, and that
I had just experienced my very first kiss.  I couldn't wait to tell Brad.
I couldn't wait to see Brad actually, even if I wouldn't be able to tell
him anything of value in front of everyone else.

Robbie and I dried off and threw our clothes back on while we waited for
the girls to change in the bathroom together.  They had been avoiding
contact on the way inside, but it didn't seem to appear to stop them from
changing together.  Apparently that part didn't get affected any by their
arguing.

"Who is this guy that's giving us pizza anyway?" Stacey asked when she came
out of the bathroom, back in her clothes again.

"I told you already," Robbie said irritably.  "He's Zach's neighbor.  He's
really cool.  He brought us free pizza the last time I was over here."

"Sorry," Stacey drawled out the word, sounding offended.  "All you said was
`There's this guy Zach knows that can give us free food.'  And then you
jumped in the pool and asked Zach if we could go.  It's not far, is it?
It's too hot to walk a long way."

"It's just down the street!" Robbie answered.  "And it's the same
temperature it is every day.  Aren't you used to it by now?"

"It's really close," I added quickly before they got into a full-fledged
fight over something ridiculous.  "We'll get there in less than five
minutes."

"Did your sister come home yet?" Nadia asked, having reappeared in the
living room along with us now.  "I saw her room when I passed it.  I love
The Get Up Kids."  Jesse had several posters of the band on her walls.

"Yesterday," I answered softly.

"What's she talking about?" Robbie asked, looking back and forth between
us.  "Where did your sister go?"

"Never mind," Nadia responded icily, shooting Robbie down with a piercing
glare.  She seemed to enjoy knowing something about my life that he didn't.

"Whatever," Robbie shrugged, although I knew he was going to ask me about
it as soon as he had an opportunity.  "Let's just go.  It's after two
already.  If Brad isn't there, we're screwed.  I don't have any money, so
that means I'll probably starve to death."

"Wouldn't that be a pity?" Nadia asked in a sing-song tone.  We left the
house on that note, the four of us forming a sloppily organized bundle on
the sidewalk.

"Is your friend cute, Zach?" Stacey asked me, not noticing the look Robbie
was giving her.  "Maybe my brother knows him."

"He doesn't live here, so I really doubt your brother knows who he is,"
Robbie said heatedly before I even had a chance to reply.

"How old is he?" Nadia asked, brushing her blond hair sideways out of her
eyes.

"Eighteen," I said.

"Why do you guys want to know so much about Brad?" Robbie asked, turning
back to the girls and giving them a frustrated look.  "It's not like he's
going to go for a couple of 13-year-old girls anyway."

"He still might be cute," Stacey answered dreamily.

"I'm fourteen, thanks," Nadia said.

"Really?" Robbie asked.  "Wow, that's cool.  So you got held back a grade
or something?"

"No," Nadia answered.  "I just already had my birthday this summer.  Being
held back is for complete idiots like you with an IQ of less than 50."

"My IQ is at least 51," Robbie grinned.  "I'm reading at a second grade
level now.  You should be more supportive."

"I do support you, Robbie," Nadia said sweetly.  "I support you failing
miserably at everything you try to accomplish and eventually taking your
own pathetic life in despair."  The two of them bickered so much I was
beginning to wonder just what kind of history they had, and where all this
hatred stemmed from.

Even with their back and forth fighting, though, I felt enlightened as I
walked within the quartet down the street.  The summer had opened on such a
sour note, I was sure it would be the worst of my life.  Instead I had made
an awesome new friend, kissed a girl for the first time, and already
increased my popularity for the coming school year just by hanging out with
Nadia and Stacey.  Jesse had returned, Mom hadn't been crying in weeks, and
even Dad wasn't looking quite so sickly of late.  If only Mom and Dad would
get back together, I thought maybe things could be as good as they'd ever
been.  That was a big if, though, and I wasn't about to let myself dream
that much.  I also didn't want to think about the inevitability of Brad
returning to Dallas with his mom after the summer.  I wanted to stay in a
good mood.

He was working the counter when we got inside.  At first he didn't notice
me.  I was at the back of the group, and it wasn't until we were all almost
at the counter that he realized it was me.  He didn't smile, but instead
looked at the two girls casually and then glanced back at me with a slight
nod.  I grinned, feeling proud to receive his approval, even if he didn't
know which one was Nadia.  I stood close to her so he would be able to
figure it out.

"The buffet's over.  Am I to assume you children would like a free sample?"
Brad inquired formally, leaning against the counter and giving us all a
condescending look that informed us we were at the mercy of his generosity.
His posture was relaxed and carefree, as if he'd never had a care in the
world.  Sometimes I didn't think he had.

"Yes, about two or three large pizzas should do the trick," Robbie said,
leaning on the other side of the counter and trying to match Brad's level
of passiveness.

"I'm going to have to ask you not to lean on the counter, sir," Brad
remarked coolly.  "You guys can have one large pizza."

"But I'm hungry," Robbie whined.

"Shut up, Robbie," everyone said at once, except for Brad, who just stood
there watching us with amusement.

"What about two mediums instead?" Robbie bargained, ignoring us as if we
didn't exist.  Brad pondered this, cocking his head and placing his hand on
his chin, striking a philosophical pose.

"Two mediums," he drawled slowly, his eyes searching the ceiling for a
decision.  "Tell you what," he began carefully, "I'll make you the two
medium pizzas if you write me a 500-word essay on what it means to you for
me to risk my job just so you can eat enough free pizza to hold you over
until dinner in two hours that your parents are going to cook for you even
though you don't deserve it."

"That's impossible," Nadia groaned, cutting in.  "He can't even write.
He's a caveman."

"Five-hundred words?" Robbie whined.  "Five hundred is almost a million!"

"You're a moron," Brad observed dryly, much to everyone's amusement,
including Robbie.  "Fine, two mediums.  I'll just put you through the oven
if I get caught stealing product, then.  And you have to clean whatever
dishes you get dirty."  He handed us four glasses and plates and then
started to head back to the kitchen.  "Sit in the back," he ordered us.  "I
don't want to listen to you guys talk.  Zach, my man, come back here and
help me make the pizzas."

I quickly filled my glass full of Root Beer and eagerly bounded into the
kitchen, feeling strange crossing over the area reserved for employees but
pleased he had invited me.  Robbie tried to follow but Brad put up his hand
and pressed it lightly into his chest.

"No cavemen allowed.  Go write on a tablet or something," he smirked.
Robbie merely grinned and turned away and disappeared in the back with the
girls.  Then Brad turned back to me.  "The blond one, she's your
girlfriend?"

"Yeah," I whispered, trailing him as if attached by a rope, watching him
open a door that lead to the walk-in refrigerator.  He came back with two
firm dough balls and tossed them in a tray on the counter.  "She kissed me
today, in the pool," I blurted out, unable to help myself.

"Nice," he said, raising an eyebrow.  "You um, you did kiss her back,
right?"

"I don't know," I admitted.  "I think so."  He shook his head
disapprovingly.

"Well, it's your move to make next time.  Don't blow it.  Make sure if
anyone's going to blow something, it's her."

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing," Brad said quickly.  "I'm really impressed, man.  Hell,
give her about two more years and I think I'd do her myself.  You guys are
going to be freshmen next year, right?  Oh, wait, never mind, you're going
into eighth grade.  Damn.  Make that three years."

"But you think she's pretty?" I asked, pleased.

"Sure," he shrugged.  "But, you know, too young.  What do you suppose your
friends want on these?"

"Do one pepperoni and one cheese," I said.  "Robbie loves pepperoni, if you
didn't notice that day you brought over those pizzas to the pool."

"Oh yeah," he said.  "That little shit ate like both of the pizzas by
himself."  He started kneading the dough into larger circles, and I watched
in fascination before he turned and pushed me away.  "Don't keep her
waiting, idiot.  I just wanted to give you my stamp of approval."  I
shifted from one foot to the other, wondering how to tell him I would
rather watch him make pizza (or do anything, for that matter) than sit and
listen to Nadia tear Robbie apart, even if she was pretty funny.  Actually,
Robbie was pretty funny, too.  Maybe it was them that should have been
together.

"Brad," I said uncertainly, "do you think I'm funny?"  He picked up the
first dough ball and set it on a pizza screen, stretching the edges so it
fit perfectly on top of it.  He didn't answer until he'd done likewise with
the second.

"Yeah," he finally said.  "There are a lot of different kinds of funny.
You're more unintentionally funny than anything else."

"Oh," I said, biting my lip in disappointment.  "I don't think I want to be
that kind of funny."

"But it suits you so well," he grinned, clapping me softly on the back.
"You're shy and sensitive and easily embarrassed.  People that are funny in
witty ways are obnoxious and they get on some people's nerves.  You
couldn't possibly ever annoy anyone."

"But you tell me all the time I'm too literal.  Isn't that a bad thing?"

"That's why you're funny," he said.  "You could use a broader sense of
humor, probably, but you're still a kid.  I wouldn't worry about it."  But
now I was more worried about it than ever before.  Hadn't Brad basically
just told me my sense of humor sucked?  He wouldn't be the only person that
thought so.  I often got needled for being unable to detect a joke by my
family, like my older cousins and Jesse.

"But why would Nadia like me if I never made her laugh?" I pressed on,
trying to reach a resolution.  "She's always saying funny stuff, but I
never do.  Won't she get bored with me and find someone else who's
funnier?"

"Yeah," Brad said instantly.  "But she would get bored and find someone
else eventually no matter how you were.  So if I were you, I'd get to work
on that kiss soon.  And I'd definitely go hang out with her in the back
instead of watching me make your pizzas."

"I don't think I want to be her boyfriend," I remarked suddenly, ignoring
his advice to go join her in the back.  "I don't think we're right for each
other."  I wondered who I was right for.  My gaze settled on Brad as he
rolled a pointed object across the dough to perforate it all over.  It was
kind of cool seeing how a pizza got made.

"For Christ's sake, Zach," he muttered, spreading sauce over the dough now.
His strokes with the sauce spoon were quick and artful, as if he had been
doing it his whole life.  He was very graceful, and very efficient, needing
just a few seconds on each pizza to get the sauce in a perfect circle,
leaving about a half an inch of space for the crust.

"What?"

"You're being way too serious about this," he answered.  "No one looks for
their perfect match when they're thirteen years old.  Just have fun, man.
Get some experience and then move on to the next girl.  It's remarkably
easy."

But I didn't think I wanted to do that.  I wanted to be with someone who
really did understand me, and wouldn't get bored with me as soon as they
knew me well enough to realize who I really was.  Brad knew who I really
was, and he still wanted to be my friend.  I told Brad everything.  Well,
almost everything.  I didn't tell him about the research, but I wasn't
going to tell anyone about that.  Talking to Nadia was okay in a different
way, but it was always Brad I really wanted to see.  I didn't want to be
with Nadia.  I didn't want to be with anyone.  Well, I didn't want to be
with anyone except Brad, anyway.  I watched him as he scooped a bunch of
cheese in a sizeable measuring cup and then spread it on top of the sauce
on the first pizza.  I studied his face to see if he was watching me at
all, and then turned away and headed for the back, feeling more confused
than ever.

"Quit it, Robbie!" Stacey shouted, the first thing I heard upon joining my
friends at the booth they had chosen in the corner.  "Zach, your friend is
totally hot," she informed me as soon as I sat down.

"He's not hot," Nadia disagreed.  "He's kind of cute, but he's definitely
not hot.  I thought he seemed pretty cool, though," she shrugged,
apparently not realizing she'd just used temperature adjectives to describe
Brad.

"I think he's hot," Robbie chimed in, slurping noisily through his straw.

"I didn't expect you to come out of the closet until high school," Nadia
said in a mock surprised tone.

"Please," Robbie said.  "If there's a closet homo among us, it's Zach."  He
shot me a meaningful look and I kicked him under the table.  "Ouch!" he
yelped.  "That was my shin."  Nadia followed suit and he yelped again.

"I'm sorry, was that your leg?" she asked coldly.  "I was aiming for your
testicles but the target area was too small."  I choked on my Root Beer.
It was kind of interesting how Stacey never once stuck up for her alleged
boyfriend.

"Zach has something he has to ask you before we go," Robbie continued on
happily, reaching down to rub his leg gingerly.  "I just didn't want him to
forget."  I glared at him, wishing the light fixture above our heads would
fall on him.  "Oh, look!" he exclaimed suddenly.  "My drink is gone.  I'd
better go fill it up."  He grinned at me and got out of the booth.  "You'd
better get a refill, too, Stacey," he suggested.

"I haven't even started drinking yet," Stacey said, confused.

"He hasn't learned how to judge quantity," Nadia offered, sensing a brief
window of opportunity to insult Robbie again.

"Yeah, but I need your help picking out a soda.  There are so many
different choices.  Plus, I hear Brad likes to cook pizza in the nude.
Come on," he said, pulling her up and dragging her out to the front.  I
knew exactly what he was doing, and I hated him for it.

"He is such an asshole," Nadia said, her voice rising at the last word so
Robbie's retreating form would be able to hear it.  "I am seriously going
to go insane if I ever have to see him again."

"Sorry," I said quietly, looking straight down at the table and pretending
to be in dire need of another drink.

"I think I know what you're supposed to ask me, Zach," she almost
whispered, and my heart tried to climb up into my mouth and land on the
table.  "You shouldn't have waited so long."

"Um," I stuttered.  "Yeah, well, I'm kind of shy," I admitted, forcing
myself to look sideways into her eyes.

"The answer is yes," she said.  "Of course I'll split the pizza with you."
I froze, the soda literally halfway up the length of the straw before I
stopped.  I pulled my mouth off slowly and stared at her as if she was
crazy.

"Well," I said slowly, "that's a relief."  She did laugh at me this time,
even though I wasn't sure if I was joking or not.  It really was kind of a
relief if she somehow actually thought that was the question I was supposed
to ask her.

"Zach, I'm kidding," she said, searching my face to see if I knew it and
was only playing along.  "You were going to ask me out, right?"  This time
I sucked the soda in through the straw too quickly and swallowed it on the
wrong side of my throat.  I couldn't answer her because I was coughing, so
with my eyes watering, all I could manage was a nod.  I felt like crying.
She scooted closer to me and found my hand, bringing it up to her cheek and
lightly brushing my knuckles on it.  Neither one of us spoke.  I was still
coughing a little.

"Here's the cheese," Brad appeared suddenly around the corner and put the
pizza on our table.  He gave me an almost imperceptible smile at seeing me
cuddling with Nadia, and then quickly disappeared without another word.  So
I sat there in the booth with Nadia snuggled against me as we watched the
heat rise off the fresh cheese pizza, feeling anything but at peace.  I had
a girlfriend now.


I couldn't wait to be alone that night, but it never happened.  Robbie
ended up weaseling his way into spending the night, and he kept me up until
daybreak with his constant chatter and endless energy.  I had more bruises
on various parts of my flesh from our wrestling in just one night than I
had previously accumulated over my entire life.  He confessed he really
wasn't interested in Stacey anymore, and that he thought he was in love
with Nadia.  He had expected this to piss me off, but I didn't care, and he
was disappointed when it showed.  I just wondered why he was pressing so
hard for me to ask her out when he'd started to fall for her himself.  I
didn't ask, because it wasn't often Robbie operated within the realm of
logical thinking.

We slept in my bed together.  My bed was big enough to fit us both
comfortably, so it wasn't by any means an intimate encounter.  I had slept
with him numerous times before, although admittedly not since Brad had
first made that interesting spark click within me earlier in the summer.  I
was especially horny, too, given that we'd been wrestling all night and I
hadn't gotten to spend any time doing research.  One of the main reasons I
wanted to have the night to myself was so I could spend some time on my
computer and jack off when I went to bed, the latest images burned into my
mind.

If there was one thing I knew about Robbie from our years as friends, it
was that he slept hard.  He usually snored softly when he was out, and he
had been doing that for quite a while.  Slowly, I transformed from my
normal, mild-mannered persona into a thing of inhumanity as I laid there
and listened to him breathe.  All kinds of horrible thoughts filled my
head, and try as I might to shake them out, it was out of my control.  I
had touched him all over tonight, but most of that had been incidental
contact.  Now I wanted to touch him purposely.  I knew this was a bad habit
to get into, this feeling people up why they slept.  I didn't know why I'd
been doing it so much lately, but that wasn't going to stop me now.

I reached over carefully and put my hand lightly on his shoulder, resting
it there and listening for signs of him waking.  His snores continued, the
rhythm of his breathing unchanging.  I began to rub in small circles,
cautiously at first, and then harder, massaging his skin through the soft
cotton of his shirt.  Since he had come in his swim trunks, he was wearing
an outfit out of my wardrobe that consisted of a plain white t-shirt and a
silky pair of my athletic shorts.  Both were just a little small for him,
but he hadn't complained.  I thought he looked good in tight clothes
because he really did have a good natural build, even though he wasn't
anywhere near as muscular as he liked to believe.  I knew he wasn't wearing
any boxers because he hadn't brought any, and he'd told me earlier he
didn't need any when he'd borrowed the clothes from me.  He'd made some
silly comment about liking it better going free style, and I hadn't thought
anything of it.  Now this bit of information quickened the pulse of my
throbbing dick.  He wasn't Brad, but he'd do just fine for now.

Feeling very bold now, I let my hand run down his chest and stomach until I
could feel the bottom of his shirt.  It had ridden up to his belly button
in his sleep, and I didn't even have to lift it to feel his skin.  I used
my pointer finger and ran it all around the base of his belly in slow
tantalizing circles, occasionally dipping it into the little crater of his
belly button.  I wondered if my skin would feel this perfect if another
person was doing this to me.

Slowly, I worked his shirt up as high as I could get it without disturbing
him, which was just under his nipples.  I continued to caress all over his
stomach with my one finger, leaning over him now so I could get a good look
at his torso.  I reached under the part of the shirt I couldn't lift any
farther and felt around for his nipples.  I finally found the left one.  It
was tiny and soft until my finger brushed across it, and then it swelled
just slightly.  I pinched it gently, but pulled back quickly when he jerked
in his sleep.  My heart sped up momentarily, but when his breathing slowed
to its previous pace, I slowly got my courage back.  Now I wanted to feel
him lower.

My heart started dancing again as I put my hand back on his stomach and
slowly moved it down the flesh.  I had never, ever touched another boy
here, and it was going to be something very memorable.  I felt my palm hit
the waistband of his shorts, the silkiness of his flesh replaced by the
silkiness of the material.  My head pounding in anticipation, I lowered my
hand until it was resting squarely on the little bulge in his shorts.  It
didn't move when I settled my hand on it.  I fondled it lightly through the
shorts, poking it gently and feeling for his balls.  I could feel
everything clearly through the shorts, but that wasn't good enough.  So I
relocated my hand to his knee and worked it up from the bottom, never more
grateful he hadn't worn boxers than I was at this moment.

The first thing I felt was the squishy texture of his scrotum.  I cupped it
with my whole hand and held my breath to make sure it didn't wake him.
Then I felt the shaft, still soft and lying sideways against his left
thigh.  He was circumcised, but I had already known that much.  Now I could
feel it in the flesh.  He wasn't much bigger than me, at least when he was
soft like this.  I took a gamble and nudged it off his thigh, wrapping my
fist around it and squeezing it just enough to get the blood pumping.  I
didn't tug on it at all, but I kept squeezing it and relaxing my grip,
squeezing and relaxing.  After repeating this just a few times he began to
grow right in my very hand, and I had to stifle the gasp that came out of
my mouth.  I couldn't believe it was actually working.  His breathing had
gotten no more rigid, however, so it appeared he was just as asleep as
before.

I eased my hand up and down on the shaft, feeling the sparse hairs at the
base of his crotch when I got to the bottom.  I stopped jacking him and
felt around there, inserting my fingers into the faint webbing.  He had
more there than I did, but not by much.  I wanted badly to study his cock
up close, but that would involve getting the shorts down, and I didn't
think I would be able to manage that.  I was going to have to settle for
this.

Snaking my free hand inside my own shorts, I began to jack myself off
quickly while I got him off at a much slower pace.  I was pretty sure it
wasn't possible to actually draw an orgasm out of him without waking him
up, but just the action was enough to stimulate me.  I was going at full
throttle before long, and my breathing started to quicken considerably.  I
got reckless, and the strokes I was giving to him became harder.  His
snoring cut off abruptly and he made a grumbling noise in his sleep.  My
heart halting immediately, I ripped my hand out of his shorts and froze.
He tossed and turned, winding up on his stomach but otherwise showing no
signs of being conscious.  A few minutes later he was snoring even harder
than before.  But now he was lying on top of his dick, so my fun was over.

Or was it?  I reached back in my shorts and started stroking myself again.
I had seen a few things guys did to a willing rear end.  There was the anal
sex thing that I knew about (everyone knew that), but there was more, and
it had shocked me and initially repulsed me.  Who would ever have even
thought about putting their mouth on someone's butt?  I glanced at the
rounded form of Robbie's backside, noting how perfectly it filled up the
back of my shorts.  I giggled quietly as I realized his butt was actually
kind of cute.  I reached out to touch it with my left hand but shied away
when I got close, feeling too embarrassed even though I knew no one could
be watching.  I kept stroking meanwhile, and my breathing was getting rapid
again.  If I was going to do it, I would have to do it soon.  Then it hit
me that it was the idea of feeling his butt that had excited me and gotten
me so close to shooting off in the first place.  So I touched it.

I was too confused to do more than rest my hand on it for a bit, but then I
started moving my fingers back and forth.  I gently squeezed one cheek, and
then the other, my doubt and curiosity disappearing slowly when I realized
it was every bit as erotic as feeling his cock had been.  I let a finger
sink into the valley in the middle of his bottom, and I ran it up and down
the crack, fascinated with the level of excitement I was getting out of it.
I was going to have to get under the shorts and feel it in the flesh.

If I had been horny at the start, I was approaching depravity by now and
practically drooling on myself.  My dick was begging for a release, but I
had stopped tugging on it because I was so turned on right now one flick
and it would go off and stream endlessly.  With almost no concern for how
deep of a sleep he was in, I jammed my hand underneath the waistband and
found myself stroking his bare ass, the only noise in the room the thudding
of my heart.  I stroked each cheek briefly, and then shuddered as I allowed
my finger to trace up and down his crack.  It was smooth and enticing, but
I didn't dare try to do any inserting.  There was no way I was going that
far.

However, there was one more step I was prepared to take, and I knew before
it even reached me on a conscious level that I was going to go through with
it.  I pulled my hand out of the shorts and listened as the waistband
snapped back against his skin.  He breathed in sharply, and then returned
to snoring.  Slowly, carefully, I lifted myself off my back and aligned
myself on top of him, straddling his back.  The vantage view of my cock was
comical; it was straining against my shorts and trying valiantly to bust
through them.  It looked like I had a mutation between my legs.  In some
ways that was sort of what a penis was.  I was pretty sure being hard had
never hurt this bad before.

I slowly lowered my cock against Robbie's bottom, fitting it gently against
his crack.  My eyes rolled back in my head when the contact was firm, a
jolt of electricity running through my spine and nearly causing me to pass
out.  I humped him lightly a few times, but made myself stop when a grain
of common sense seeped into my head and informed me he would probably wake
up if I kept masturbating against his backside.  He was a heavy sleeper,
but if his body was consistently being rocked as if sleeping on a boat
floating along the river, he would eventually wake up.  I hadn't wanted to
hump him, anyway.  I had something else in mind.

I retreated lower under the sheets, and it was now my head aligned with his
bottom.  It was now or never.  I took a deep breath and dove.  My nose
bumped into the shorts, colliding with the rounded flesh through the silky
material.  I continued to hold my breath while I poked around with it,
trying to find the spot where it dropped off into his crack.  I settled on
it and then, when I couldn't hold my breath anymore, exhaled.  Then I
inhaled for the first time.

The first smell was exploratory.  I was ready to bail out if there was some
rank odor that made me nauseous, but it wasn't so bad at all.  I took
another quick whiff and found it to be almost of the pleasant variety;
different, but definitely sexy.  My cock continued to strain against my
shorts.  I buried my nose as deep in the crack as I dared, grinding my
crotch against the mattress simultaneously.

It got messy fast.  I had to bite my lip to make sure I stayed silent.
Without being able to control myself, I placed a hand on each of his hips
and pressed my face into him harder, wanting to drink in the aroma, even
daring myself to find a dirty spot I hadn't discovered at first, because
now nothing could draw me away until I was empty no matter what smell
greeted me.  I found nothing but the intoxicating scent I'd picked up
initially, a clean but erotic scent that was becoming more and more
appealing by the second.  As I ground against the mattress I wished the
shorts weren't in the way, because if they weren't I would be swirling my
tongue in his crack, exploring it as deep as his hole allowed, with just as
much vigor as the guys had shown in all the movies I'd found during my
research.  I started using my lips against the shorts, kissing him through
the thin material.  Just when I began to want him to wake up because it
didn't matter anymore, because nothing mattered except how incredible this
discovery had been, my vision became cloudy and I blacked out briefly,
exploding inside my shorts and grunting into Robbie's unsuspecting ass.

Movement was impossible for several seconds, and I almost fell asleep using
his butt as a pillow, but as soon as I felt like myself again I jerked my
head up with a start that was so violent he groaned and shifted positions
again.  He was on his side now facing away from me.  But his position
didn't matter to me anymore; I had gotten what I needed.  I fell back onto
my side of the bed and closed my eyes, shame flowing through me powerfully.

Then I found myself leaping up out of the bed and running to the bathroom,
feeling almost ill with guilt.  My bladder was bursting.  I quickly emptied
it and then turned to go back to bed.

"I wondered where you were," Robbie said, standing in front of me in the
doorway, looking considerably more awake than I would have expected someone
who had been snoring the past hour to be.  His sudden appearance had scared
me.  "What are you scared of?  It's just me," he grinned.

"I didn't hear you," I said softly.  "Good night," I whispered when he
continued to stare at me without saying anything else.  I tried to brush
past him, but he grabbed my arm.

"You sure like my butt, huh?" he asked, his eyes gleaming in the dark, his
grip painfully strong, stronger than it had any right to be.

"What?" I asked, blinking in surprise, trying to hide the panic that was
rising in my chest.  He saw right through me and laughed.  His fist shot
out and connected hard with my right eye.  A flash of light went off inside
my head.

"I was awake the whole time," he told me calmly, his voice coming out in a
growl now.  "I know you got off.  Now it's my turn."

"What do you mean?" I asked him, my voice trembling, a tear running down my
cheek.  My life might as well have been over.

"I mean it's my turn to get off.  And you're going to help me do it."

"I can't," I sniveled, the tears increasing exponentially.

"Oh, I think you can," he countered.  "I think you want to.  Besides, you
don't have a choice."  He hit me again, and I stumbled to my knees after
this blow, my head spinning.  His dick was fully erect and protruding out
from his waist.  He jabbed me in the face with it through his shorts, and
then lowered them.  They landed on the floor around his ankles.  He jabbed
me again with it, and I opened my mouth to take it in.

But it didn't fit very well.  Somehow I had failed to notice Robbie's cock
was not ordinary.  How could that be?  I had held it in my hand earlier.  I
had felt it get hard, and it was normal!  It was like mine.  It wasn't the
sickeningly oversized monster he was forcing down my throat now.  I tried
to fight it off, but he was too strong.  He rammed it down my throat.  I
couldn't breathe.  I had no choice but to try and blow him, bobbing up and
down in vain on its endless length.  He pulled at my hair and thrust his
hips into me as hard as he could.  My cries were desperate now, but they
were muffled.  I was pleading for help, but no one would be able to hear me
with Robbie's dick in my mouth.  What's worse was that it seemed to be
growing longer still.  My eyes searched around wildly in the hallway,
hoping Mom or Jesse would come out and save me, because he was killing me.
Instead I saw there was someone else in the living room.  Not just one
person, but two.  It was Brad and Nadia, and they were both naked.  They
were standing side by side, cruel smiles filling up their faces.  Nadia
leaned against Brad.  He had his arm over her shoulder.

"Sorry, Zach," he said, but I could tell he wasn't sorry at all.  "I
couldn't wait three years, man," he shrugged apologetically, his face
breaking into a sickening grin.  I was trying to scream, but I couldn't.
My mouth was too full, and I was still choking.  I pulled away from Robbie
with all my strength, and came free.

I bumped my head on the wall.  I was in my bed.  Robbie was on his side
facing away from me like he had been right after I finished my dirty deed.
So that part had really happened.  Everything after that had not.  I had
nodded off after the orgasm.  It was just a dream.  I realized I was
shaking all over as I climbed wearily out of bed and walked unsteadily to
the bathroom, even though I was still so thoroughly creeped out by my dream
I was almost too afraid to go in there.

Why was I letting myself get so worked up?  I grabbed a towel off the rack
and quickly cleaned off the drying semen around my crotch.  I found that I
truly had to piss, so I was going to get that out of the way and then go
back to sleep and do my best to forget everything that had happened, both
the dream and the strange events that had sparked it.  My cock worked
slowly, the pee oozing out of it uncooperatively.  I shivered as I recalled
flashes of the dream.  Finally the last of it was out and I reached down to
flush the toilet.

"At least turn on the light so I know you're using the toilet if you're not
going to shut the door," Robbie's sleepy voice greeted me, and I jumped and
yelped in surprise.  He smirked and pushed me out of the way.  "I woke up
with a hard-on, so it might take a while, but I seriously have to pee," he
informed me.  It was far too soon to be talking to him as if nothing
happened.  To be honest the very sight of him terrified me right now.  Even
before the dream I had already wondered how I'd ever be able to look at him
without feeling like the world's biggest pervert.  I muttered something
unintelligible and ran back to my bedroom, wanting to lock him out but
resisting the urge.

I buried my face in the pillow and pretended to be asleep when he came back
in the room.  He yawned, made a big display of stretching his arms up to
the ceiling, and then jumped back in bed beside me, his legs brushing
against mine as he positioned himself under the sheets.  I scooted over to
the far edge and almost fell off.

"G'night, Zach," he mumbled innocently to me.  "Again," he added
mischievously, recalling that only an hour ago we had gotten in bed in the
first place.  I was too busy praying that my sleep was dreamless this time
to respond.