Date: Fri, 21 May 2004 17:16:01 -0700
From: malou2003@hushmail.com
Subject: Malcolm Chapter 13

Be advised that in the following one will find graphic sexual depiction
between minors and minors and adults. The story is fiction but based on
real characters, events, places and situations. There is no relationship
between the names used and that of any real person.  Send comments to
malou2003@hushmail.com.

Michael Peterson


MALCOLM


CHAPTER 13 - BOBBY


	Victor Cibelli relaxed on top of me, his wonderful long dick buried
in my rectum and repeated, 'Yeah, that was real good.'

	Whether on purpose or not, he stayed there until my throbbing
stopped then slowly pushed up and back on his knees, his still stiff cock
snapping up as the head came out.

	I felt the cool air hit my bare skin. I rolled over and watched
Victor pull up his briefs, pressing that wonderful long boner against his
abdomen. A long awaited event had finally taken place, and would do so
again, and again.

	As I straightened myself up once dressed, I asked, 'You've done
this before, haven't you?'

	'You too or you wouldn't know. Yeah, my cousin. He's queer too but
I only see him on holidays. And this nigger kid, a nephew or something of
the stable boy. We do it in the hay loft up in the barn but I gotta do
stuff for him too, just jerk him off.'

	'How old is he?'

	'Eleven. Who'd you do it with? Somebody here? Tommy?'

	'Why'd you say Tommy?'

	'He's always talking about sex.'

	'You think he would?' That was better than lying.

	'Sure, but then he'd probably tell everybody.' It was amazing how
they all mistakenly mistrusted each other's ability to keep a secret.

	'Then why'd you think I let him? He say something?'

	'Just once. He said he was sure you liked it. Did you?'

	'Oh yes. You were wonderful. But, you can't tell anybody.'

	'Don't worry about me. Anyhow, we're friends. We both know each
other's secrets. So who'd you do it with, Bradley?'

	'I never say yes or no about anybody. That way nobody can figure
anything out.'

	'Well, you better be careful. One of the big mouths finds out and
you'll probably be expelled. Then you'll really have big problems with your
old man. You don't think he knows.'

	'He sort of does. He's called me a homosexual but I said I
wasn't. One of these days I'm gonna tell him to his face but it'll be when
I'm getting ready to live somewhere else.'

	Victor patted me on the shoulder. 'Thanks. That was really great.'

	The entire boys' school was back at the grotto half an hour
later. It was the first of May, Rosary month. Every school day during May,
every year, we were led there after dropping off books in our classrooms to
say the rosary. Victor and I smiled at each other repeatedly.

	Later, as we walked down the stairs for recess, Pat asked me what I
was so happy about.

	I didn't feel as though I was behaving any differently from any
other day but worried that perhaps finally having Victor inside me was
having an effect. 'It's May. Summer's coming.'

	Victor joined Martin and me tossing. Martin asked about Friday
night. 'Want me to come to your place?'

	'Sure, but I gotta do some chores tomorrow afternoon.'

	'What?'

	'Not much. Just clean off the back porch and sweep the driveway.'

	Martin looked at Victor. 'Why don't you try asking again? We can
play some ball while Malcolm's busy.'

      I suggested, 'You can come with us after school and go back Saturday
on the five ten train.'

	He said he'd try but he didn't seem very optimistic.

	After school, I used a quarter I'd stolen from my mother's purse,
took the streetcar and walked up the long hill to the boulevard that passed
the supermarket where Freddy worked. I didn't see him anywhere. I acted
like I was looking for something for much too long. A woman asked me what I
wanted. I stumbled with my answer.

	'Look, boy, we don't want any thieves in here. Lemme see what you
got in there.' She grabbed my duffle bag and looked inside. 'Looks like I
caught you in time. Get yourself outta this store!'

	'I'm not trying to steal anything. I'm just waiting for somebody.'

	'What's their name?'


	I was too flustered not to tell the truth. 'Freddy who works here.'

	'Really! Come with me.'

	She took me by the collar on my blazer and led me through the door
by the meat counter into the back of the store and a small office. Inside,
the manager was talking to Freddy and another bagger. The woman knocked on
the glass in the door. The manager stood up and walked to me. Freddy
turned. He didn't look happy to see me.

	The manager stuck his head out the door. 'What's the problem?'

	'I caught this boy snooping around the aisles. Says he was waiting
for Freddy. What did I tell about letting a nigger in here?'

	Mr. Johnson appeared exasperated. He looked at me then said, 'Just
a minute.' He turned to the older boy in his office. 'Doug, wait in the
store. I'll call you.'

      The big boy walked out, giving me a nasty look as he passed by. The
woman shoved me ahead of her into the office.

      Mr. Johnson said, 'Thanks Miss Clark. I can handle this.'

      Freddy asked, 'Malcolm, what are you doing here?' in the same English
he spoke at my grandmother's kitchen table.

      'I just wanted to say hi but you weren't there. I was worried.'

      Mr. Johnson, with his hands on his hips, asked, 'Malcolm Lloyd?'


      'Yes sir,' I answered.

      He looked relieved and sat down. 'You're the one that wants to work
during vacation?'

      'Yes sir.'

      He asked me about school and what my parents thought about me
working. I lied and told him I had permission.

      'When's school let out for you?'

      'June sixth, I think, sir.'

      'Well, that makes this easier. Don't forget you're going to need a
letter from your parents and a copy of your birth certificate.'

      'Yes sir.'

	'Okay, Freddy go on back to work.'

	He followed us out into the store where he called Doug and asked
Miss Clark to come too.

	Freddy said, 'I thought he was gonna fire me back theah. That
mothafucka Doug said I was stealin'. I didn't take anything. I bettah git
back ta work. I'll see you Sunday.' He stopped. 'Yo mama really say you can
work?'

	'Not yet.'

	I took his hand briefly, needing to hug him. He looked at me for a
moment then went back to his register.


	I went to Bobby's house but no one was home. I found my friend with
an older teen at Fish's house. He jumped up and pulled me aside. 'I got a
customer. Can you wait a little while?' I shrugged my shoulders. Bobby led
the young man into Fish's bedroom and closed the door. I dropped my books
by the door and sat on the sofa. Fish offered me some pretzels. I bit into
one. It was stale.

	'Wanna play some cards?'

	'Don't you ever go out?' I asked.

	'Sometimes I go to school. So, play some poker?'

	It was better than listening to the springs squeak in the
bedroom. During the middle of the second hand, I heard Bobby say loudly,
'Ouch, careful'. There was nothing more until they walked out some fifteen
minutes later. The teen waved and left the house. I dropped my cards on the
table and rushed into the bedroom.

	'Come to take care of Bobby?' asked Bobby. 'Close the door.'

	He was still naked on the bed. Two dollar bills were on the side
table. He waved me to him.

	'At least blow me.' There was something strange about him. 'What's
wrong? You can fuck me after 'cept I don't think you're gonna feel
much. That boy had a big one.'

	He was high. I smelled his breath but there was nothing out of the
ordinary.

	'Oh Malcolm. It's just a pill. No big deal. Couldn't take a cock
that big without one. Now blow me, please.'

	I got on the bed, close to tears and hugged him to me. 'Why do you
do this, Bobby?'

	'You're not gonna blow me, are you?' He put his arms around me.

	'I love you, Bobby.' I started to cry. 'Please stop doing
this. You're going to die.' I caressed his hair and bare back.

	'I'm sorry.' He pushed his face into my shoulder, and slept.

	A few minutes later, Fish opened the door, looked at us, and closed
the door.

	I lay there with Bobby for what turned out to be almost two
hours. I slept myself a good bit of the time. I knew it was late from the
color of light coming through the window. It had to be after six. I should
have been home by then. I asked Fish if he had a telephone.

	'In the kitchen but you gotta pay a nickel each minute.'

	'Okay. I'll be fast.'

	I dialed my house. Adelaide answered. 'Where are you, boy?'

      I asked for my mother.

	She asked, 'Malcolm, where are you?'


	'I'm at Martin's. We were doing our homework on the bed and fell
asleep. I just woke up. It'll take an hour to get home. Can I stay here?'

	'Aren't you supposed to stay there tomorrow?'

	'Yes, but they don't mind.'

	'Dear, you're really imposing on them too much.'

	'Really, mom. It's okay. I'll come home Saturday by five. I
promise. We just fell asleep.'

	She sighed and said okay. I sighed too and got back to Bobby. He
was still asleep. I knew if I wanted to have any dinner, I needed to get to
Martin's right away. I kissed Bobby on the cheek, gave Fish ten cents and
ran with my books to Martin's house.

	They were eating.

	'Malcolm,' said Martin's mother. 'What's wrong' Aren't you supposed
to be home by now?'

	'I went to see a friend and we fell asleep. I just woke up. Can I
stay here tonight' I asked my mother and she said okay.'

	'Come on in, boy, have something to eat,' said Martin's father
sounding like he'd had a few too many beers.

	After dinner, Martin was more curious. I told him what had
happened.

	'You can't help him. He's a junky already.'

	'Did you know that his mother leaves him home alone for days
without any food. That's why he's gotta take customers, so he can eat. He
took a pill today because the guy's cock was too big for him and would've
have hurt too much. We gotta try to help him. He's one of us.'

	Martin stared at his shoes. 'Shit. But what can we do? He can't eat
here. Everybody around here knows him 'cause of all his crap with boys at
his school.'

	I had no answer. I got to work on my homework. Martin had finished
his but had some questions that I answered. I did my exercises. Martin did
most, Dickie a few. When we were finished, Martin wanted to know how many
push ups I could do with Dickie on my back. The answer was eleven.

	Dickie was the only one horny in the tub so left the bathroom
unsatisfied.

	Martin and I necked for a while with Dickie lying on top of me then
fell asleep like that.

	Victor was playing ball on the sports field when we arrived. After
the bell he shook his head morosely when he saw me looking at him in
line. He wouldn't be spending the night with us.

	At recess, he told us that his grandfather had the maid tell him he
was too busy to talk. 'I'm gonna try something Saturday. If it works, I'll
be on that train next Saturday.'

	Francis grabbed me on the stairs as we headed out for recess and
whispered 'behind the school' into my ear. I walked hurriedly along the
front of the building and ran down the road to the back, waiting behind a
tree to see if someone was following. No one came. Francis was inside the
bushes, pants down, dick up, when I got there.

	'How'd you get here so fast?'

	'Side stairs and over the fence. Hurry up.'

	He had a swimming pool towel for me to lie on. With my pants around
my ankles and my hands spreading my cheeks, Francis ran his almost five
inches up past my prostate. It felt especially good. He fucked slowly, his
hands pulling on my shoulders. I put my hands on his buns and squeezed with
each thrust.

	We heard someone outside. 'Occupied,' called out Francis trying to
disguise his voice.

	'Hurry up,' called back a maturing voice.

	Francis sped up his strokes, grunting with each. He rolled us on
our sides and began jerking me off, thrusting and grunting harder than
before. I came just before him.

	'We need to find another way out of here,' he said.

	There was no other way out. 'Let's just go fast.'

	He went first. We darted by at least three larger boys without
looking up or back.



	'Any idea who they were?' he asked me.

	'I didn't look.'

	'Well, they were there to jerk off so they shouldn't be saying
anything. I hope.'

	Tommy, Pat and Martin, conversing around the basketball backboard
at the side of the sports field, saw us and pointed. In the classroom, Pat
looked at us individually and ran a pencil through his rolled up thumb and
forefinger.

	I sold two medium value cards at lunchtime to have more than
carfare and bought candy bars for Victor and myself.

	When I visited Freddy at the supermarket, he told me that
Mr. Johnson 'must've raised Holy Jesus with Doug and Miss Clark 'cause they
haven't messed with me since yesterday. You talk to yo' mama 'bout workin'
here?'

	'I didn't go home last night.' I told him what happened. He wasn't
happy about me being with someone like Bobby.

	'I gotta try to help him. Don't worry, I won't touch any of his
drugs. I'd never do that.'

	'Better not,' he said with a worried look.

	The front door to Bobby's house was open when I arrived. I called
his name. 'In here. Close the door.' he called out. He was cleaning his
room. It looked completely different from the last time I'd seen it. He
embraced me and gave me a kiss. 'Whatta ya think?'

	'Almost like mine.'

	'And didn't have no maid to clean it. God, I was hoping you would
come. I'm really sorry about yesterday. Come here.' He led me to the bed,
sat me down, and sat himself facing me.

	'I,' tears came to his eyes. He reached out to me. I slid over and
held him. 'I don't wanna do no more drugs, Malcolm. God, you are so
right. Fish kicked me out of his house around ten last night. I didn't even
know you was there. He said you stayed with me for two hours. I'm so
scared, Malcolm. My mother wouldn't let me in last night. I slept in some
car down the block. I don't know what I'm gonna do but I gotta get a job, a
real job but I'm too young. I thought maybe I could sell things or wash
cars. I don't know. Thank you for being my friend. I love you so much.'

	I yearned to help him but had no idea how. With his reputation,
Mr. Johnson would never hire him. Maybe he could wash cars.

	'Malcolm, there's this guy coming in about half an hour. He's okay
and I really need the money. You're not gonna be angry, are you?'

	I had no alternative to offer with twenty cents in my pocket. 'As
long he isn't going to hurt you.'

	'Don't worry, he's not that big and he cums quick. I think that's
why he comes to me. Women don't like the fast shooters. Thank you,
Malcolm.' He kissed me on the lips and finished cleaning off the mirror on
his dresser. He stood in front and smiled at himself. 'I ain't seen myself
this clear for a long time.'

	He came back to the bed and said, 'You know I can't stop having
sex, Malcolm. You understand that. I've gotta do that but no drugs or beer,
I promise. You find me with something like that, you got my permission to
take it and throw it away.'

	Being inexperienced in such matters, I believed in his sincerity.

	The man came and went in ten minutes. I hid in the kitchen with a
pot of something simmering on the stove. I didn't want to watch. Bobby
called me when it was over. He was naked on his bed. There were two dollars
on the pulled back spread. But his cock was limp. I sat beside him.

	'That guy is such a wimp. So what kind of work can I do?'

	'Maybe wash cars, like you said.'

	'Or windows. I know this guy who washes windows. It's all he does
and he's got his own house. Maybe I can work with him. I sucked him a
couple weeks ago up behind the stereo store. I know where he usually is on
weekends. I'll go talk to him.'

	'Does he use drugs?'

	'No, but he drinks like a fish on weekends. Maybe I better look
tonight. Wanna go with me?'

	'I can't. I'm staying at Martin's.'

	'Your little lover.'

	'You said you knew he loved me when you first met us. How?'

	'Oh, Malcolm. I don't know how you didn't see it. Last Saturday,
and the other, he was watching everything you did. You shoulda seen his
face when they were fucking you, especially when you sucked Spike. He
coulda killed he was so jealous.'

	'No, he was mad at Spike for sucker punching him. He still doesn't
like him very much.'

	'Nobody likes Mr. obnoxious Spike. No, dear, it was love I saw. He
loves you, right?'

	'Yes.'

	'Case closed. You fucked him yet' He wants it, you know.'

	'Mmm hmm. But how did you know?'

	'You, dear, are not the first one. Robert told me Monday or
Tuesday, I don't remember which. Had a couple beers in him. When they were
nine and ten, Martin and Robert fucked each other then Martin wanted Robert
to fuck him a couple more times but then he didn't want to do it any
more. Robert said he begged, even faked crying but Martin said no.'

	'Does anybody else know?'

	'I don't think so. It was hard getting it outta him. Martin fucked
him once and Robert doesn't want anyone to know that. I promised I wouldn't
tell but I lied 'cause I'm telling you. Don't worry, I ain't gonna tell
nobody else. Robert really misses your ass. He's a nice kid. You oughta let
him do you some more. I'll bet he'd pay.'

	He was making me horny with visions of fat Robert pumping into
Martin. I knew how great it felt. But I hadn't been happy about the fifty
cents the one teen gave me. 'I don't want to start that. But I suppose he
can. I just don't really like going to Fish's.'

	'Why? Fish is harmless. Nobody's ever gonna do nothing you don't
want there. He don't want no trouble.'

	'But he fucked you that one day when you were unconscious.'


	'And next day he said he was sorry. I was awake when he started
then he couldn't stop. Kenny was a prick. He's gotta pay if he wants it
now.'

	'Does he?'

	'Not yet, but he will. I know him. Come over tomorrow. I'm making
lunch for everybody, egg salad sandwiches and onion soup. Soup's already
started in the kitchen. If you want, we can go find Robert right now. I
know where he hangs and maybe that friend of his is with him.'

	'I've gotta be at Martin's by five thirty.'

	He looked at his alarm clock. 'We got an hour. Let's go.' He hopped
off the bed and dressed.

	Robert and the boy who'd worn the blue shirt two weeks earlier at
Fish's house was wearing a short sleeved green shirt. He was a beauty,
light brown hair, green eyes to kill for and well muscled arms. They came
back eagerly. Both wanted me.

	Bobby compromised. He and I would do a sixty-nine while green
shirt, whose name was Simon which I found humorous for obvious reasons,
fucked me. With his head between my legs, Bobby could watch Simon's cock
slip in and out of me. And, if the Simon was still horny later, he could
screw Bobby. He called it 'sloppy seconds'.

	Robert went first leaving me to guess what Simon looked like
naked. My fat friend was hot as a pistol. He thanked me at least five times
before we started. I lubed him with my own brand and he found my hole,
entering slowly and going 'aaahhhhh' as he slid in then, 'This is so good,
Malcolm.' He continued very slow, coming out to his narrow tip then pushing
back in just as slowly. Twice he stopped. 'I am so close. I don't want this
to be over yet. Lemme wait a minute. Okay?'

	Silly question. 'Okay.'

	'Don't worry, I'll jerk you off before I come.'

	'Not this time, thanks, got another one to go.'

	'Yeah, right.'

	He was a great fuck. I'd forgotten how nice he felt. His shape
forced him to move more with each stroke, pulling his cock up and down in
my hole, stretching my anus slightly and pushing the tip up and down inside
me. And, he loved it so much. He actually quivered before he came and shook
when his orgasm hit.

	I think I enjoyed Robert fucking me as much as he did doing it. I
hoped his friend was good too.

	Simon was very quiet. He stared at my ass the entire time he was
undressing. Bobby was right about one thing. His body was as nice as his
face. He had little pectoral muscles that looked like hard versions of a
girl's first tits. What was great were those wonderful grooves that ran in
from above his hips down to his nearly hairless crotch, framing a long slim
cock that approached five inches but wasn't any thicker than Robert's.

	I took his hand and pulled him up on the bed and to his knees. I
knew before his cock touched my lips that this was going to have to be a
front fuck. I just had to watch. Bobby rushed in naked but for his socks.

	'Oh, thought I was gonna be too late. Working on the soup.' He saw
his deal had disappeared. 'Go ahead, please.' He sat on his knees beside
the bed.

	I put my mouth on that gorgeous shaft. Victor's would be like this
in a year. It was difficult to let go but the main event awaited. Leaving
him dripping, I leaned back, raised my legs and wet my hole. Simon showed a
little surprise but understood what to do. He leaned over me and put his
cockhead in my pucker. Then, up on his extended arms, his eyes on his cock,
he slid full into me. He may have enjoyed the sight but I was
breathless. All those marvelous muscles in his torso flexed as he pulled
out and pushed back in. My dick was harder than his.

	He stopped for a moment, shifted forward and went in fast, moving
his hips side to side with his cock deep inside me. He never took his eyes
off himself the entire time. He fucked harder, in and out at the same
speed, making a light patting noise as his pelvis met my ass. He kept
moving himself side to side as he thrust. I was on the edge. Bobby got
closer. I hoped he wouldn't touch me.

	Simon upped his rate, his shiny shaft appearing and disappearing
fast enough it almost seemed it was barely moving. His body went whap,
whap, whap against my ass. His stomach turned into a flesh washboard. I was
bouncing off the bed with each stroke. He stopped suddenly inside. I felt
him grow for a couple of seconds. The first pulse was like a shot. I could
almost feel his cum fire into me. The rest came every second or so. He
didn't move, just kept his eyes on where his crotch was pressed against my
ass. When the pulsing stopped, he pulled out to the tip and slid back in,
looked up at me and smiled an incredibly beautiful smile. He fell back
slowly, his cock coming out, then laying against my perineum like it was
staring up at me. Simon sat back and smiled again.

	I looked at Bobby, telling him with my eyes that he had been so
right about this boy.

	'Any sloppy seconds for me?' he asked.

	Robert stood in the door. 'I'm ready again if you want.'

	I had to get to Martin's. When I turned to sit on the side of the
bed, Bobby put his face in my crotch and gave me a quick blow job, quick
because it took less than a minute to take me over the top.

	I was a Martin's at five twenty, ahead of his father. Dickie jumped
on my back. I rode him up and down the stairs and into the kitchen to his
mother.

	'Mommy. Malcolm's here!' he announced.

	She smiled. 'I see.'

	I went upstairs to Martin who was in his bedroom copying a list of
World Series winners. 'I'm gonna be the only kid can name 'em all.'

	Dinner, since it was Friday, was fried breaded fish and French
fries. Delicious.

	Since I hadn't been home to get the book, I couldn't read any
Tarzan so Martin dug out a reader his sister had used the year before as a
high school freshman. They picked three short stories for me read including
one by Mark Twain that inspired me to find more of his work.

	Martin and I were sitting on the carpet with our backs against the
bed. Dickie was lying across it with his head and arms over my
shoulder. Apparently Mark Twain didn't excite him as much as me because he
fell asleep. Martin pulled him back on the bed slowly to avoid awakening
him and we went off to take a bath.

	We filled the tub with water as hot as we could stand and slipped
into opposite ends. Martin wanted to talk. He had the same concern on his
mind that had dogged me until the last six months or so. 'You think I'm
like you, queer?'

	'I don't know. You like girls?'

	He frowned. 'Not much.'

	'You might be. You ever do what we do with anybody else?'

	'Mmm hmm.' He seemed embarrassed.

	'Lots?'

	'Not much. I did it with Robert about three years ago but I got
scared we were gonna get caught. And, I did it at school a couple
times. Don't get pissed.'

	I shook my head.

	'One was with Ronnie Hastings last year. He kept showing me his
hard on so we did it in his garage where he lives. But he was such a
jerk. The sex was okay but I hated being with him.' He took a
breath. 'Please don't get mad, okay?'

	I got up and kissed him. 'Never.'

	'And I did it with Victor.' He waited for my reaction.

      Inside I was feeling stupid for not going after him a couple of years
before. 'When?' I asked trying to sound surprised.

      'Since last year.'

      'Where?'

      'Few times in his cubicle at the pool. We always left the pool
early. The rest all over, mostly behind the grotto but the boys room too
during class. I was always worried somebody was gonna notice.'

      'What do you do?'

      'He sticks his in me and jerks me off.'

      'That fantastic cock.'

      He smiled and nodded.

      'Since last year. When?'

      'Just before Christmas.'

      'Tell me, tell me.'

      He grinned. 'You know how he is always jerking off in his cubicle. I
had to see so one day I asked if I can do it with him. He let me go in with
him. He saw me looking and asked me if I wanted to touch it. Then he got me
to suck it. The next time, he did what we do. That's all he does now.'

      'Feel good?'

      'Oh yeah. You gotta try him. He won't say anything.'

      'I know. He didn't tell me anything about you when he fucked me
yesterday.'

      'Shit! Bull. He did?' He kicked me gently.

      'One of the greatest fucks in my life. Better than Robert and he's
pretty good.'

      He sighed. 'Yeah, I know.' He ran his foot up and down my leg. 'I'm
really glad you and I are friends, Malcolm. Come 'ere.'

      I turned around and sat between his legs and leaned back against his
chest. He put his arms around me and kissed my shoulder. 'How come we're
the way we are' I mean, why are we different from the rest like Tommy and
Pat and Victor and Freddy' They like to do stuff but it's just like eating
cake to them. They really like girls.'

      It was a mystery to me. 'I don't know. Bobby thinks we're born this
way. I know I've always been like this. I had a kid fuck me when I was six,
way before I met Freddy. Bobby says the same.'

      'I didn't think much about it until I was eight.'

      'Was Robert your first?'

      'Mmm hmm. But I saw Victor once in third grade in the bathroom and
used to play with myself thinking about him and his dick.'

      'Who do you think is the prettiest boy around here'

      'You don't know him. He goes to Dickie's school. Lives down near
Bobby.'

      'What's he look like?'

      'Gots brown hair like yours and big eyes. I think he's ten. He's in
the fourth grade and lives with his grandparents. They don't let him out
much. He likes to play with his shirt off. He's got a really neat
body. Trouble is he can't leave his block.'

      'So you've never done anything with him.'

      'Only talked to him a couple of times. I go down there a lot but he's
almost never out. You said Steven. He's kinda neat, too. You think he'd
really like to do sex with me'

      'Steven loves sex. He came five times a row with me once.'

      'Five' Sounds like Dickie. You think his parents would let him sleep
at my house?'

      'I don't know. We can ask Robert. He seems to know him. So who's the
prettiest in our class?' I asked.

      'You.'

      I pulled his hand to my lips and kissed it. 'Really.'

      'Really.'

      'Okay next to me?'

      'Billy Martz.' Billy was the smallest boy in the class. I considered
him no more than cute though he did have a nice pair of buns. 'Who do you
think?'

      'No bull, you. I've always loved your face and your body.'

      'After me, who?'

      'Tommy, I suppose.'

      'Not Bradley?'

      'No. He is pretty. The girls all think he's the best looking kid in
the class. And the kids in the class think he is too, except us and we like
boys. Weird, huh?'

      'I always wondered why I didn't like him, not as a friend 'cause I
like him that way. You ever seen him naked?'

      'No.' I knew why but wasn't about to betray Pat's confidence.

      'You think Francis is good looking?'

      'No. He just fucks great. His cock is bigger than Robert's, a
lot. You seen Billy Martz naked?'

      'A couple times. I went into his cubicle and dressed with him but it
was last year. He won't let me any more.'

      'You try to do something?'

      'No. He's scared we'll get caught.'

      'So you asked him.'

      'Just if he liked to jerk off. We were naked and mine was hard. I
think he really was scared.'

      'What's he like, naked?' I'd seen him in a bathing suit for
years. His body was fairly ordinary.

      'You mean his dick. It's about average. I've never seen it hard but I
guess it's about like Ronnie's was last year.' He held up his fingers a
little less than three inches apart.

      'So why do you like him so much?'

      'I don't know. He's just kinda neat, like Dickie.'

      'Dickie is a neat kid. You're lucky to have a brother like him. And
he sure likes sex.'

      'He always has. When he was a baby he was always playing with
himself. I remember once when mother was changing his diaper, shit
everywhere, even on his dick. He played with himself, got shit all over
everything. He wasn't even six months old.'

      'When's the first time he fucked you?'

      ?'Bout a year ago. I did him first but had to promise he could do it
after.'

      'Did he get in you?'

      'Not as far as me but he did. Didn't get off, though.'

      'I was really surprised that night when he sucked me. When did you do
that first time with him?'

      'He learned that from you. We were just doing it in back until he saw
you doing me in front.'

      'We better wash. This water's getting cold and my cock is hard.'

      He reached down into my crotch and felt me all over. He pulled the
drain plug, let the water drain out then refilled with hot water. We necked
on our knees while waiting.

      'Hey, why didn't you tell me?' Dickie stood nude in the door rubbing
his still sleepy eyes.

      'Close the door,' we said simultaneously.

      'You guys kiss a lot.'

      'C'mere,' I said, 'and I'll kiss you.'

      'Not like that. That's yucky.'

      'Want me to kiss your peter.'

      He walked to the tub and thrust his hips forward. I leaned over the
side and gave him a quick suck. Martin and I picked him by his arms and put
him into the rising water. We washed each other then both of us did Dickie.

      In bed Dickie wanted to fuck me. He tried it while Martin and I were
doing a sixty-nine but couldn't get past my big buns. I had to get on my
hands and knees for him to get inside. It still took him a while. By the
time he came, Martin was hot to do the same thing. His growing cock was
able to poke at my prostate so it was more enjoyable.

      Again, we slept as a unit, this time with me on my back, Dickie on
top of me and Martin pressed against me, his one arm under my neck, his
other over Dickie, his top leg stuck between Dickie's and mine. I have no
idea how we slept like that but we did, waking in more or less the same
positions. It was good no one ever came into the room unannounced, as we
were naked though covered with a sheet and spread.

      Martin and I hit the tossing circuit right after breakfast, getting
lucky and running into a group of kids from the private school up the
boulevard. They were playing against the wall in front of the
supermarket. Apparently their mothers were inside shopping so time was
limited. Their rules were different from what we were accustomed to in that
leaners were losers. The card had to lie flat and be closest to the
wall. We still took them for fourteen cards including three high values
that I convinced them to toss. They had no concept of card values. The
oldest, a thirteen year old a head taller than us got a bit perturbed and
accused us of being hustlers. I wasn't sure what he meant but denied it
anyway. We were saved by their mothers filing out with Freddy, Mike and
Doug carrying their many bags. They filled the backs of three station
wagons and drove off with the kids we'd hustled.

      Doug recognized me and gave me a dirty look. Freddy showed the dollar
bill the one had given him.

      Mike said, 'Freddy's a con artist. He tells them he's saving up for a
wheel chair for his crippled little sister.'

      'No I don't!' retorted Freddy with a grin.

      Mike flipped out his dollar. 'I told them it was my little old
grandmother.'

      Freddy chased him back inside.

      Spike was walking up the street when we turned down into the
neighborhood. I'd told Martin about our tryst in the garage. They stared at
each other as we approached and greeted civilly. I asked Spike if he knew
where kids were tossing.

      'I saw some in the alley behind Kenny's house. You going to Fish's
later? Bobby's got some special lunch.'

      'We'll be there for lunch,' I told him.

      'What lunch?' asked Martin as we walked away.

      'Bobby's making soup and sandwiches. The soup's been on his stove
since yesterday. Smelled pretty good. Steven's gonna be there.'

	'Don't say anything. Remember, I live around here. Why don't you
invite Steven to stay with us tonight.'

	'I gotta be home by five. I promised when mother let me stay
Thursday night.'

	'Shit. Can I go with you?'

	'Sure.' He hooked his arm in mine.

	The tossing had stopped when we arrived but the boys were still
there. Martin knew them all.  I knew none of them.

	'Yeah,' said one when Martin introduced me, 'I heard about you.' I
worried the word was out on my sexual activities but that wasn't
it. 'You're real good. But I'll bet you can't beat Beany, can he, Beany'.'

	A blond haired boy about my age, apparently Beany, with a crooked
smile said, 'Let's see.'

	He quit after losing four cards.

	'Wanna trade?' I asked in hopes of picking up something.

	'Whatcha got?'

	I showed one of the high values, a Joe DiMaggio, I'd won in front
of the supermarket. They all looked. Beany leafed through his and offered
me four lousy choices.

	'Four for one. That's pretty good.'

	'Not for DiMaggio. Ten like that wouldn't be enough.'

	'How much money you want for it.'

	'Dollar.'

	'You're crazy.'

	I put back it in my pocket.

	'I'll give you fifty cents.'

	'Okay, ninety cents.'

	'Nyuh uh. Okay, sixty.'

	'Lowest I can go is eighty-five.'

	Beany looked at me with his blue eyes. I wondered if he was
available.

	'Seventy. It's all I got on me.'

	It was five cents less than I wanted but didn't want to close any
doors in case he could be brought into Fish's. I held out the card. He
frowned and handed me his coins then grinned and pulled a dollar out of his
pocket. 'Sucker!'

	The retort that flashed into my mind remained unsaid. Instead, I
asked if anyone wanted to buy some. We sold the other two high values for
the then established seventy cent price.

	It was barely eleven. We had another hour. I asked Martin if he
knew Beany. 'Yeah. He's a jerk.'

	'I just want to sit on his cock.'

	'Shit, Malcolm. You don't have enough?'

	He was right. We went to Fish's to see how lunch was coming along.

	Bobby was in the kitchen, naked. I asked him why.

	'In case you all don't like the food.' He laughed. 'No, I'm in the
middle of two things. One is waiting for me in the bedroom.' He kissed my
lips and Martin's cheek and went back to whomever he was naked for.

	We checked the soup. It was really good. There were three unopened
loaves of white bread on the table. I checked in the refrigerator. There
was a large bowl covered with wax paper held on by a piece of thread. There
was no practical way of getting into it without being obvious.

	Fish was playing solitaire. A bored fourteen or fifteen year old
sat in the upholstered chair. Every few minutes he looked at his
watch. Martin talked about the cards we still had, trying to calculate
their value in money if we sold them. About twenty minutes after we'd
walked in, a tall though probably young teen walked out of the bedroom with
a smile. The other boy stood up and led him out of the house.

	Bobby appeared in the doorway with a hard on. 'Malcolm?'

	I pulled Martin behind me.

	'Well, close the door and someone give me a blow job. That boy
fucks like a tiger but wouldn't touch me where I needed it.'

	I ran and jumped on the bed. 'This is for the lunch.' I pushed him
down and took him in. As I sucked, I waved Martin to join me.

	He walked hesitantly to the bed. I pulled him up beside me and held
him as I took Bobby to heaven. He squirted some wonderfully sweet juice
into my mouth.

	The moment he stopped shooting, he jumped off the bed and ran for
the kitchen. 'Close the door!' I shouted best I could with my mouth full.

	I pulled Martin down and kissed him, letting some of Bobby's cum
drip into his mouth. He jumped up.

	'What was that? Bobby's cum?'

	'Whatta you think?'

	He ran to the bathroom to spit it out then came back with a strange
look on his face. 'You like that?'

	'Yes.'

	'I suppose it's not all that bad.' He climbed back on the bed and
on top of me. After a hug, we got back to necking. He didn't hold back his
tongue so I assumed Bobby's sperm was no longer a problem.

	Bobby came back in while we were at it. We looked up. 'God, that's
beautiful', he said. 'I'll keep everybody out for a while.' He closed the
door.

	'We better get out of here before they think we're doing something,
said Martin.'

	'Don't worry. They'll think you're fucking me. Wanna?'

	'Not here.'

	'Then, come back down here'.

	He allowed, and participated, for a few minutes then pulled me up
and to the door. Before opening it, he turned back and necked some more. 'I
love you, Malcolm.'

	'I love you too.'

	We went out and played friendly poker with Fish and Kenny who'd
come in while we were occupied.

	By twelve, there were eleven of us waiting to be fed. Robert wanted
me for lunch but I fended him off with a promise of dessert. Steven asked
when his turn would be.

	Bobby walked in with a stack of bowls and spoons. As he distributed
them, he announced, 'Anybody who wants to eat's gotta get naked.'

	There was laughter. Only Steven started taking off his shirt.

	Bobby stood up and said, 'I'm serious, if I can't see your dick you
don't eat.'

	The laughter turned to grumbling. We all stripped, making a series
of clothing stacks at our feet.

	Bobby carried his pot and ladled out the steaming soup. It was too
hot to do more than sip. There was a lot of blowing on spoons. Next came a
plate stacked high with sandwiches, then another.

	Bobby called out with his mouth full, 'Kool Aid's in the kitchen.'

	Martin brought mine.

      The food was delicious. The egg salad sandwiches had crisp
lettuce. The soup was the best I had ever eaten. The bowl and pot were
empty in half an hour. There wasn't a stiff cock in the room except
Steven's.

      Bobby beamed with pride. 'Good, huh?'

      An idea flashed through my brain. I dragged Bobby into the
bedroom. Robert followed.

	'Not yet, just a few minutes. I pulled Martin in and closed the
door. I'm sure everyone thought we were getting it on but that was the
farthest thing from my mind.

	'Bobby, that's the best soup I ever ate. You can sell it. You can
sell food that you make.'

	Martin said, 'It was really good, Bobby.'

	Bobby sat on the bed, staring off into space.

	I asked, 'How much did it cost you to make the soup?'

	'Shhh. That's what I'm thinking.'

	We waited.

	'About sixty cents. It was about four quarts of soup. Wait, add ten
cents, twenty for gas. Shit, say a dollar. Can we sell it for a dollar a
quart?'

	'I don't know. How long did it take to make it?'

	'Since yesterday morning. It was in the refrigerator since last
night until about eleven, no, ten thirty this morning. So a day and
something. I can make it one day and sell it the next. You think?'

	'What else can you cook?'

	We were in there for over half an hour, ignoring knocks on the
door, planning Bobby's food business when Martin asked, 'Don't you gotta
have a license or something?'

	We stared at him. 'Wait', I said. 'At the Bazaar the school does
every year, they sell all kinds of food mothers make and they don't have
any license.'

	The knocks grew more insistent. There were cocks to take care of, a
couple I wanted in me.

	Robert, Simon then Stinky screwed me along side of Bobby who took
on Fish and Tony then blew Spike while Stinky was plugging me. Stinky was
incredibly horny, getting off in less than a minute then staying in me for
a while and going again. The second time was great. He kept me on the edge
the entire time, making long slow strokes that made my insides glow with
pleasure. I have no idea how I kept from coming. He finally gave up without
reaching climax leaving me incredibly horny.

      Poor Steven had been sitting naked in the corner waiting when we
started. I noticed him again when Robert left and Simon came in. I looked
forward to getting off between his silky legs. When Stinky pulled out, I
looked for Steven but he wasn't there.

	I walked into the living room with my hard on but he wasn't there
or in the kitchen. I asked Fish. He shrugged his shoulders. That's when I
noticed Martin was missing too. I smiled to myself and went back to the
bedroom for a quickie with Bobby. I figured he'd be needing it as much as I
did.

	Bobby was examining Spike's balls.

	'I was telling Spike that he still had a lot in there and oughta
put it in you but he's so stubborn.'

       I sat with them and held Spike's still hard four inches. He sat
silently. Bobby dropped his head and sucked softly on Spike's left
nipple. His body was so perfect. I whispered in his ear, 'Fuck me, Spike.'

      His mouth was half open. He said, 'I gotta go. Maybe next time.' He
slipped out from between us and took his hard on into the living room. I
chased after him, closed the door then ran back and jumped on the bed.

      Bobby lay on top of me and found his way inside. I rolled us on our
sides for fear of coming before him. He wrapped his arms around me and
fucked gently but was as hot as me. After a half dozen thrusts, he pumped
his young sperm into me. He grabbed my cock as he got off the first spurt,
and squeezed it. I got off immediately. We lay quietly for a while. I was
thinking about Martin and Steven.

      'I think Martin took Steven someplace. They're both missing.'

      Bobby's mind was elsewhere. 'Isn't that Simon fantastic. I was so
jealous watching him fuck you. God, his ass is so round.'

      I turned my head and we kissed. 'You wanna do it again?' He usually
did when he stayed in me that long.

      'You?'

      A moment after we reconnected, there was a knock on the door. Bobby
called out, 'Who is it?'

      'Martin.'

      'Come in,' I said loudly.

	Martin and Steven walked in smiling, stopping against the bed. I
took Martin's hand and squeezed it. Steven strained his neck to see between
Bobby and me. Bobby pumped twice. Steven sat on the side of the bed and put
his hand on Bobby's behind.

	Martin leaned over and kissed my lips.

	'You have fun?' I asked.

	Martin knelt beside the bed and said, 'Mmm hmm.'

	We helped Bobby clean up the kitchen while Fish took a nap. The
four of us went to Bobby's house to discuss our ideas for his food
business. Steven got horny again so Martin took him into Bobby's
bedroom. Bobby and I sneaked around to the back of the house and peeked
through a slit between the curtain and the window.  They were naked except
for socks. Steven was on top of Martin fucking his face and masturbating
his cock. Martin's hands were sliding up and down Steven's entire body.

	We had hoped for something more interesting. We went back to the
kitchen and discussed what type of container would be needed to deliver
Bobby's soup. We needed someone who knew about these things. Martin
suggested Mr. Johnson, the supermarket manager. We all went to see him but
it was Saturday, his busiest day. He promised to talk to us Monday
afternoon.

	I was, as promised, home by five, and feeling very lonely after all
the company I'd had that day. Martin was supposed to come home with me,
but, with my blessing, was trying to arrange for Steven to spend the night
at his house. My parents went out for dinner leaving me with a meal
Adelaide prepared and left in the kitchen. She was gone by six. I ate in
front of the television.

	At seven thirty, I was so bored, I went for a walk that became a
run and walk. I was really beginning to enjoy running. There was a simple
refreshing freedom to it. I went so far up from my house I got lost ending
up in the housing development at the far end of the woods from Freddy's
house. At least it gave me some bearings and I was home a few minutes after
nine. The television had test patterns on it. I ate a bowl of Shredded
Wheat and went to bed.



	Stewart served our Mass at nine. Again, he shook his head sadly. We
wouldn't be getting together. I swept the front sidewalk and cleaned out
the trash and leaves from the bushes along it.  I was at Freddy's when he
came home from church.


	Again, he worried about the orgies at Fish's house. 'Can't all that
go on all the time and nobody gonna find out. Theah's gonna be big trouble
theah one day an' if you are theah, well, I don' wanna think about it.'

	'But Bobby's off drugs and beer.' I told him about the food
business he was planning. 'Nobody's gonna buy food from him aroun'
theah. They be scared it's got diseases it in.'

	My spirits dipped until we got to the stream and stripped naked. We
made a fire and talked about us and our futures. Freddy was very enthused
about the idea of going to college and studying engineering of some
kind. My grandmother was to speak to Freddy's teacher about the possibility
of skipping him a grade forward.

	College was too far off for me, even high school. I assumed I'd go
to the Jesuit high school where all the brighter kids from my school
went. My focus was on relationships and sex. I had both with Freddy. The
responsibilities of adulthood were too far ahead to be of much concern.

	That night, I got brave and presented my case for working that
summer directly to my father.

	'Father,' I addressed him from the door of his den, 'I want to talk
to you about this summer.'

	Without turning, he said, 'I've already enrolled you in Camp
McFarlane, and paid the inscription fee.'

	I ignored that and plunged ahead with my prepared
speech. 'Mr. Johnson at Edward's Supermarket near Martin's house says I can
work there when school gets out. It pays five dollars a week plus
tips. During the summer, boys make twenty to twenty-five dollars a week in
tips. I'm a harder worker than the ones there so I can make more. And I can
take care of the lawn and things here too just like I've been doing. When
you go away, I can stay at Martin's. They already said it's okay. I'll give
them some of what I make for my food. I'll pay you back for what you paid
the camp.' I'd hardly breathed during my entire presentation so sucked in a
lung full.

	'You going to make five hundred dollars' That's what I paid.'

	I did the math quickly. 'No sir, but maybe I can do something else
and...'

	'I'll think about it. Now I've got work to do.'

	At least he didn't say no which is what he usually did.

	My greatest concern was his finding out Freddy already worked at
the supermarket. Were he to go check things out, as he might, he'd likely
see Freddy. However, since he'd only seen Freddy a few times long before
and probably hadn't paid much attention when he did, I didn't think he'd
recognize him. Mr. Johnson, the store manager, had been told both by Freddy
and my grandfather about not mentioning Freddy's name or presence due to my
father's racism. My hope was that my father would send mother to see if the
job offer was legitimate or do it by telephone.

	The school week went about as it always did, except, of course,
having Victor in me twice behind the grotto. Martin spent Tuesday night
with me after helping clean out part of the basement. Tommy wanted to join
us Friday night. Victor was working on a plan to get away from his house
all day Saturday but wouldn't be sure of anything until Friday.

	Wednesday, I went to the downtown library to find some books by
Mark Twain and found Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. I'd heard them mentioned but
never realized who or what they were. I started reading Tom Sawyer on the
streetcar and hardly put it down except for dinner and homework. I forgot
my exercises and went to bed late convinced that Tom and Huck were lovers
like Freddy and I.

	Thursday, after putting it three days off due to the fears Freddy
had planted so well, I went to visit Bobby. He had the stove in pieces and
was cleaning them with steel wool pads. Monday, when I didn't show up, he'd
gone on his own to Mr. Johnson at the supermarket and bought some Mason
jars which he used to sell some of his onion soup to a number of his
neighbors.

	'For how much?'

	'Fifty cents a jar. I sold twelve jars Tuesday and already sold
fifteen today with my vegetable soup. Old Mrs. Jarrett up on the next block
says she's having friends over on Saturday for a card party and wants me to
make soup and sandwiches for twelve people. I bought more jars today and
two boxes of wax paper for the sandwiches. You are a genius. I shoulda
thought of this a long time ago but you did it for me. I owe you the
greatest fuck of your life.'

	I was amazed. For once, Freddy was wrong. That wasn't why I was
amazed. It was at Bobby's singular effort to help himself. I even wondered
if perhaps I should work with him during the summer along with or maybe
instead of Edward's Supermarket.

	He told me of plans to buy a second pot so he could have soup for
sale every day. 'It only takes about two hours of work to make enough for
sixteen jars plus selling and collecting the empties in the morning, maybe
five hours a day at the most. With two different kinds of soup each day and
maybe spaghetti sauce and things like Mrs. Jarrett's party, I can make ten
dollars a day easy and most of it's mine 'cause I can eat what I make.'

	He had me try what was left of his vegetable soup. It wasn't as
good as the onion soup but I liked it.

	'What's your mother say?'

	He sat and sighed. 'She don't know. She came home late Monday. She
was all pissed off about something so we didn't talk. She saw the pot in
the refrigerator and the jars but didn't say nothing. Maybe she'll be back
tonight.'

	I helped him with his cleaning. The stove hadn't been thoroughly
cleaned since his mother bought it when Bobby was a toddler. He planned to
do the refrigerator the next day once his soup was on the stove.

	Bobby seemed an entirely different boy. He wasn't quite as girlish
or silly. I'd never seen him so serious about anything. Then, at four
thirty came a knock on the door.

	'Oh my God. Is it four thirty already' I'm a mess. Malcolm, go
answer the door. Tell him I'm in the bathroom and will be right out.'

	It was a teenager I'd seen him with at Fish's house. He was curious
why I was there.

	'You, uh, going to be with us?' he asked with a smile.

	'No, I've gotta go.'

	I got the impression he was disappointed.

	Bobby dashed out shoeless in a different shirt and pants. He wanted
me to stay. I was tempted but needed to be home before six.

	I stopped by the Edward's to say hi to Freddy. He was off taking
groceries to a customer a few blocks away. Doug was there. I said 'Hi'. He
nodded and ignored me.

	When Freddy got back, he showed me the fifty cent tip for his just
completed delivery. I told him briefly about Bobby's business success. He
wasn't convinced.

	Friday morning, Victor told me his escape plan was impossible
because he had to work the stables on Saturdays until he went to camp in a
few weeks. He seemed resigned so I made no comment. During my recess
impregnation by Victor, he asked me if I was doing anything with Martin
when we visited each other's houses.

	'Ask me again when we're done,' I told him. He was somehow creating
more movement inside me than Robert with a bigger cock. He moved up on me
each time he pushed inside but it was more than that. Whatever it was, that
long thing sloshing around inside was making me semi-delirious. When he
came, he only had to touch my cock to get me off.

	He asked his question again. I refused to answer. I wondered if he
knew that Martin and I had talked to each other about our mutual
relationship with him.

	I think Pat wanted me at lunchtime but Tommy knew he'd be getting
some that night so opted to toss baseball cards with Martin and me. Pat
joined Bradley, Victor and some seventh graders in a baseball game.

	Martin had been working out daily and improved his numbers across
the board on the exercises we did. When we worked out in front of the barn
before dinner, poor Tommy was left way behind. He challenged us to a race
up the hill from the bottom of our property to the driveway entrance in
front. They were both faster than me but I was in much better shape and
nearly caught them at the top. Tommy won by a couple of feet.

	Before we bathed, I read some Tom Sawyer to the both of them. Tommy
was bored but Martin snuggled against me and paid close attention. Nothing
sexual other than some grab ass and cock snatching went on in the tub. In
bed, though, it was a different matter. Martin, who had been incredibly
amorous Tuesday night, had a front to maintain with Tommy. However, while
Tommy was fucking me, Martin gently held on to my cock and balls. Tommy, by
the way, was becoming an excellent fuck. He was able to get his crotch down
between my legs and his cock well up inside me. I looked forward to what
he'd be able to do in six or eight months.

	Martin faked fucking me, pushing his cock down between my legs and
feigning orgasm. He planned to do something later when Tommy was fast
asleep. That didn't take long as Tommy was starting to breathe deeply when
Martin performed his phony climax. We kissed quietly for the longest time
then he slid down under the covers and sucked me for a moment before coming
back up and turning his back to me. I nudged Tommy to be sure he was asleep
then pushed Martin onto his back and pulled his legs up. It was really dark
so I had to feel for his hole. I virtually dropped inside him. He squeezed
his sphincter as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Rather than fuck him, I
moved my pelvis around while we Frenched like mad. It took a lot longer. I
finally had to fuck with both his hands on my buns tugging me into him to
reach orgasm. He did me the traditional way then stayed there, his head
resting on my shoulder as we slept.

	Saturday morning, I borrowed the barn keys to get out and gas up
the lawn mower. The three of us took turns and cut and raked half the lawn
before leaving for Martin's an hour after lunch. Martin was very interested
in my getting that supermarket job. It meant we'd be together a lot all
summer long. I think Tommy just wanted me around for the nooky.

	I left Tommy at Martin's and went to see how Bobby was doing with
Mrs. Jarrett's party. I had to get directions to her house because Bobby
wasn't at home. He was there in the middle of a circle of older women
discussing recipes and currying potential customers. He introduced me as
the idea man for his food business. He sounded almost straight.

	On the way back to his house, carrying shopping bags of jars and a
notebook full of names, he slipped back into good old Bobby. 'God, what a
boring bunch but they adored my food. I think I got some new customers.'

	I'd never heard him use the word adore. 'Well, dear, that's what
they said.'

	We rinsed and washed out the jars. Bobby sat at the kitchen table
and said, 'Now, I wanna get fucked by somebody with something bigger than
yours between his legs. Let's see if we can find Robert and the beautiful
Simon. You get Robert.'

	'What if Simon wants me?'

	'Then you get him second. Oh, I owe you. Let's go see what we can
find.'

	We found Simon and Robert. I had an idea I whispered to Bobby on
the way back to his house.

	Simon was disappointed but accepted fucking Bobby's looser
behind. We all stripped. Bobby and I oiled up both boys' dicks and got into
a sixty-nine position. With Bobby's one leg over my neck, I guided Simon
into Bobby's anus and watched him disappear inside. Bobby and I sucked on
each other's balls while thrilling to the sight of an adolescent cock
slipping in and out of a hole inches from our eyes. I rode Simon's
magnificent ass with my left hand, massaging and probing it while Robert,
as always, fucked me forcefully and deeply, pushing across my sweet spot
time after time. Had Bobby touched my penis with his lips, my sphincter
would have squeezed Robert's dick off. Simon got to fucking Bobby so hard I
had to let go of his balls for fear of hurting him during impact. Simon
came first. He rammed in. I could see the underside of his cock throbbing
against Bobby's anus. I gobbled in his already bloated peter and sucked it
gently, hoping to prolong his feeling a little but he quickly pumped his
still impotent sperm into my mouth. Moments later, Robert sped up and
unloaded some of the same stuff up into my rectum. Bobby sucked me in
taking me quickly to a wonderful long orgasm thanks to Robert's continued
slow strokes into my rear.

	I walked home feeling very content with myself. It was true;
Bobby's business was my idea. Thanks to my encouragement, he was off drugs
and beer. He didn't even go to Fish's house but went out and brought two of
the nicer boys to his house. To make matters even better, the prospects for
me working with Freddy looked good which meant I'd be close all summer to
my friends Martin and Bobby and lots of good sex. And Victor Cibelli was
not only sticking his wonderfully long cock up my ass, he was, along with a
bunch of other popular kids, my good friend.

	I ran from the far side of the bridge over our stream and the train
tracks up the hill past my house, over the top and down the back side where
I walked exhausted but spryly up to our back porch.

	My father was waiting for me. 'Let's you and I go up to your
room. I want to discuss something with you. My spirits soared. His positive
demeanor suggested approval to work. I was totally unprepared for what
happened after he closed the door behind us.

	As I turned, he grabbed me by my right shoulder and hit me in the
gut with his fist sending a jolt of pain that seemed to go through me to
the back of my head. He hit me again. My legs buckled. He held me up and
hit me once more before dropping me. I collapsed on the floor and curled
into a fetal position, unable to breathe.

	As I lay gasping for air, he squatted beside me. 'If you tell your
mother about this, I'm going to use your little trick. I'll just say you're
lying to deflect attention from your lies about the job, going to that
faggot kid's house, stealing, all your little tricks. You think you're so
damn smart. I went to that store and saw your nigger friend. See, just like
always, I've found you out and now you're going to pay the piper. Between
now and when camp starts, the only times you're going to leave this room
are for school, church with me and to work right here and work you will,
boy.'

	He cuffed me on the back of the head, stood and left, slamming the
door behind him.

	The pain was excruciating. My stomach felt like it was on fire. I
reached up to get on the bed but straightening out my body was far too
painful. I stayed on the floor wanting to but unable to scream. I did
cry. That came by itself, though not so much from the pain than the anger,
the anguish. My heavenly life had just gone to hell.

	I cursed myself for not realizing he'd go to the store himself and
for being so naive to think he wouldn't recognize Freddy or at least ask
the name of the black boy Freddy's age working there. But if he knew about
the stealing money from his wallet and drawer, why hadn't he said or done
something before?  And how did he know about Bobby? In my pain, I saw him
talking to Doug who jumped at the chance to say things he knew would cause
me problems and secure his job. It was likely Mr. Johnson had planned to
fire him when I started. Douglas must have seen Bobby and me together and,
from going to Bobby's school the year before, knew Bobby's reputation.

	I refused the dinner mother brought up. It would have just turned
to vomit. I was waiting for them to go to bed to escape the house, go to
Freddy's and then elsewhere, maybe Bobby's until I could figure something
out.

	The pain was still a factor in moving at eleven thirty when I
decided it was time to go. I gathered two sets of clothes, my flashlight
and the two Mark Twain books and stuffed them into my Cub Scout
backpack. By the time I got to the back porch, I had to sit doubled over on
the stairs for a while to let the throbbing in my gut subside. I went
through the hedge into the property next door and walked bent over down the
lawn and into the corn field where I stopped and squatted for a few
minutes. When I got to the steep hill down to the street, I slid down on my
butt rather than stand straight up. Going up the street was easier. The
path to Freddy's was steep and irregular. The flashlight batteries were
dead. I stumbled and fell twice, the second time rolling twenty or thirty
feet to the bottom. It was pitch black in the settlement. The dogs were all
over me licking and sniffing, happy to see me. I leaned on one as I walked
to Freddy's house, one hand extended in front to avoid obstacles.

	His mother opened the door the third time I knocked. I was on my
knees. 'Maacum! Baby, what's wrong?' She lifted me while calling for
Freddy.

	'Maacum! Maacum!' Freddy got under my shoulder and took me to his
bed where I curled up to lessen the aching in my middle. He embraced my
head and shoulder. 'What happened, Maacum. What he do' Oh Maacum! He saw
me, Maacum! I tried to hide but he saw me.'

	I reached up for his head and pulled it to me. 'I'm never going
back.'

	Aunt Martha turned on the light and knelt beside me. 'What he do,
baby? What he do?'

	I told her. She caressed my head.

	Gradually I told them what had happened. Freddy told me that my
father had appeared in the supermarket door sometime before four. Freddy
had turned away but had to carry a customer's bag right past him. He hid
his face behind the bag. My father had spoken to Doug but Freddy hadn't
heard any of the conversation. Then my father had left and driven
away. Freddy asked Mike to tell Martin what had happened but they didn't
get off work until eight.



	'I'm not going back there, ever,' I told them.

	'Honey, that ain't gonna work. Wheah you gonna go? You just eleven
yeahs old. You best talk to yo' granfathah an' see if'n he can help.'

	They both encouraged me to go back. Freddy said, 'You run away and
they gonna lock you up in some refo'm school an' I ain't nevah gonna see
you agin. Talk to yo' granddaddy, please Maacum.'

	The frustration was too much. I cried uncontrollably, clutching
Freddy to me. I knew they were right. Anywhere I went, they'd find me. Too
many kids knew about me and Bobby. Fish's mother would throw me out for
sure. Martin's mother would call mine. My grandfather would be arrested for
kidnapping if he took me in. No one would believe anything I said. I began
to think about killing myself then Freddy kissed me on the cheek. I
withstood the pain to straighten up and pull him full against me. I
couldn't lose Freddy.

	'I love you, Freddy,' I told him over and over.

	'I love you too, Maacum.'

	It was nearly four in the morning when, with Freddy carrying my
backpack and supporting me with one shoulder, I started back home. Two of
the dogs followed us all the way to my back porch. I embraced Freddy,
kissing him repeatedly on the face. We sat together for a while.

	Since I hadn't left the back door unlocked when I left, I wasn't
sure how I was going to get back in. While I went to see if I could force
the basement window, Freddy tried the back porch door. Luck intervened for
once. I hadn't closed it completely so it opened right up. Inside, I had a
difficult time opening the wooden gate at the top of the back stairs. I
heard bare feet coming from behind me as I approached my bedroom door. I
turned. It was him, standing with his hands on his hips.

	'Life's tough, isn't it,' he said.

	I went in and slammed the door behind me.

	I was sleeping lightly on top of my bed, still clothed when mother
opened the door to call me for Mass.

	'I'm not going.'

	'Why, dear?'

	'Cause I'm not!'

	'What's wrong?'

	'Nothing! Go away!'

	 I couldn't get back to sleep. I lay stewing in my anger, plotting
strategies to avoid doing anything he wanted. I was not going to do any of
the work he ordered or I'd do it so badly he'd finally have to do it
himself. At camp, I'd behave so badly they'd finally send me home. I'd say
things in front of my mother's friends that would embarrass her so much
they wouldn't be able to have guests in the house. And I'd tell all the
kids at school what a faggot Father Simons was and that my father forced me
to go to him. I'd make his life so miserable, he'd gladly send me to live
with my grandparents.

	After refusing the breakfast my mother brought me, I went to the
kitchen to eat some cereal. My father walked in and said, 'Forget that. Get
your butt down to the basement and start in the back. I want it like new by
the end of the day.'

	'Fuck you. Clean you own fucking basement.'

	He came at me with his hand raised, then stopped, grabbed me by the
back of the neck and pushed me toward the back stairs.  I swung my fist
back at his groin. He blocked it. I kicked back and caught him in the
shin. He leaned over. I turned hard, swinging a fist at his face. He threw
me backwards down the six stairs to the pantry. I landed on my back. Hurt
but too enraged to feel it, I looked for a weapon. He pulled the gate
closed. I picked up a trashcan and charged up the stairs at him. He easily
pushed the trashcan back at me, knocking me back down onto the floor. I got
up and threw the trashcan at him. He caught it and put it on the floor
beside him.

	'The basement, boy, get to it!'

	'Fuck you, you son-of-a-bitch bastard!'

	Mother rushed up to him. 'What's going on' Did you?'

	'Not me this time. There he is, look! Did you hear him? That's what
leaving him alone gets you. Now we're going to do it my way!'

	He pushed past her. She came to the gate, frustration all over her.

	'Malcolm, what is wrong with you? My God, dear, you've got to stop
this.'

	'Oh fuck both of you!' I went out onto the back porch. I was not
going to do the basement.

	Half an hour later, my father came around the side of the house and
up the back porch stairs, grabbing and lifting me by the hair on the
way. Before I could do more than swing ineffectively, he opened the back
door and pushed me inside. I ran and grabbed another trashcan. He was ready
for me, hitting me hard with his open hand on the side of the head. I went
down like a rag doll. I vaguely remember him carrying me over his shoulder
up the back stairs and into my room when he dumped me on the floor.

	'You set foot out of this room without my permission and I'll use
the belt until you bleed!'

	He slammed the door. I turned over and tried to shout 'Fuck you'
but it came out a whisper.


	I lay back. The belt. He said he'd use it if I left the room. I'd
taken it before. I could handle it. He'd promised everyone not to use
it. If he did, and he hurt me, maybe, just maybe I'd be sent to live with
my grandparents.

	I turned on my stomach and started to cry thinking about the pain
I'd have to endure, furious about what I'd have to go through for a chance
to escape my father. But, it meant I could be with Freddy. I stood and felt
dizzy. My head still wasn't clear. I sat on the bed waiting for clarity. It
forced me to anticipate what I was inviting. Maybe I could sneak out and
see Freddy, avoid this. But then there'd be two and a half months of camp,
two and a half months before I'd feel him beside me. It was too much. I
stood again and walked to and out the door, down the back stairs, through
the pantry and out the back door. I was breathing so hard my head was
spinning again. I sat on the back steps and waited.

	I heard his car drive out the front and head on down the street. I
turned face down on the steps and cried, rolled back over and screamed as
loud as I could then cried some more. There was a single full trashcan on
the back porch. I ran up and threw it over the railing, ran back down and
kicked the trash all over the place.

	It took a while to cool down. I'd prepared myself for a terrible
beating only to realize my father was unwilling to give it.

	I lay in the cool grass for a while trying to think what to
do. Stewart popped into my head. No one knew that I knew him. I remembered
mother trailing me to his house. Still, he might have an idea.

	It was a foolish thought. His uncle was asleep in a beach chair in
front. Stewart sat dejected in the door. I waved for him to come to me. He
dropped his head and shook it.

	I went to the stream and thought about our unfinished hideout. Even
if we completed it quickly and Freddy brought me food, it wasn't a
solution. The solution was to find a way to force my father to let me live
with my grandparents. That was the only solution.  Of course, the only way
I knew to do that was to bait my father into beating me so badly they'd
have to take me away from him. My mother's parents would be the obvious
recourse for a new home.

	Freddy came home from church at one thirty. He was worried when he
saw me. 'You run away again?'

	'No. He went somewhere so I went out.'

	I ate Sunday dinner with them. Aunt Martha was visibly worried
about me and begged me not to do anything without first discussing it with
my grandfather. Freddy and I went to our place on the stream. He went
straight to the tree house and threw down the duffle bag. We lay on top of
the blanket, clothed. Freddy was on his back with his arm around me. I lay
half on top of him with my face in his chest.

	'I know you're thinkin' a doin' somethin', Maacum. Please don't do
anything that's gonna make it all worse.'

	'There's only one way.' I told him my plan.

	'An' what if that son-of-a-bitch kills you, then what?'

	'He's not gonna kill me. But I gotta do it, Freddy. He's gonna send
me away to camp again. And then it'll be the same shit like before when I
get back. I can't stand that any more, Freddy. Oh, why can't I just live
with you.' I cried quietly. Freddy held me tightly. I was so tired. I fell
asleep in his arms.

	I suppose he slept some too. He awakened me at a few minutes before
five. 'Maacum, you best be gittin' home. Yo' fathah gonna be lookin' fo'
you. Tell him you were behind that wall by the barn and fell asleep. Tell
him you didn't go nowhere off the place. Okay, Maacum' Don' let him beat
you. Okay, Maacum?'

	I hugged him for a few minutes then walked home. I made no effort
to hide where I was coming from, walking up in plain view of the living
room picture window, hoping he would see me. I wanted this over with as
quickly as possible.

	He was waiting with my mother in the kitchen.

	'You see what I'm talking about? I have tried everything else,' he
said to my mother. To me, he said, 'I told you to clean the basement. You
refused to do that and cursed me and your mother. Then I told you to stay
in your room. The minute I turned my back, you left to go see your, your
friend. I know that's where you've been. Up to your room, now.'

	He unbuckled and slipped off his belt. I wanted mother to see it. I
didn't move.

	'Sandra, go to the living room.'

	'Henry, please?'

	He turned to her and said louder, 'Go to the living room!'

	She walked backward to the door then turned and left. It was just
us.

	I looked him in the eye and said quietly, 'Fuck you.'

	'Drop your pants, boy.'

	'You drop 'em, boy.'

	He reached warily for my belt buckle. I didn't move. He undid
it. My body trembled. My breathing picked up. He moved in closer and opened
my pants' top button. I took a deep breath and put all my strength into a
right into his face. He went down backwards. I was going to jump on him but
stopped myself and finished undoing my pants. I leaned over and untied my
shoes as he got up slowly one hand over the left side of his face. I pulled
off both shoes and took off my pants. As he stood and watched, I slowly
unbuttoned my shirt. Hatred made me feel invincible. I'd taunt him with a
full target. I dropped the shirt on the floor and took off my
undershirt. I'd make him leave marks all over me for the whole world to
see.

	'You want my dick or my ass, faggot homo son-of-a-bitch,' I asked
him disdainfully.

	'You really think you're smart, don't you. I know what you're
doing. Turn around.'

	'You wanna fuck me first' You turn me around.' My hands were ready,
every muscle tense.

	He doubled over the belt, the buckle in his hand. He sung hard at
my thigh. I dodged him but found myself against the sink. He closed in and
swung. I grabbed at the belt, catching it, and tried to put a fist into his
face. He leaned back and grabbed my arm, yanking it across the front of me,
turning me around. He slammed my body against the cabinets with his gut,
pinning me. I let go of the belt and went for his groin hitting something
soft. He grunted but used the belt on my leg. I turned to my left, the
direction he was turning me with the arm he still held. My fist glanced
across his jaw. He stepped back and hit me hard with the belt across the
middle then came back from the other side hitting me just above the
groin. I charged him. I knew he'd go for my head and was ready. I caught
his hand with my arm and punched him in the gut, putting myself off balance
doing it. He pushed me down to the floor and stepped hard in the middle of
my back. He got in two hard licks to my ass before I could turn over. The
next swing went across my stomach but I hit his arm up, blunting it. He
grabbed my hair as I tried to get to my feet and yanked me forward and
down. The moment I hit the floor, he dropped on me, sitting across my
shoulders. All I could do was struggle as he hit me half a dozen times
across the ass and thighs with the belt. He stopped.

	'I'm going to get up now. Stay down or I'll knock you flat.' He was
breathing hard.

	He started to get up then rammed his knee into my back and hit me
several times more. That pain hadn't begun to register until then. It just
made me angrier. I forgot my plan and thought vengeance. He got up and
started out of the kitchen. I pushed the pain into the recesses of my mind,
got up silently and ran for the knife box behind him as he walked out. I
grabbed the first one and raised it above my head. He had turned
around. His eyes opened wide at the sight of the knife. He kicked me hard
in the pelvis, knocking me backward onto the kitchen floor. He came fast
right behind me, swinging the belt wildly at the arm with the knife but
missing it. I kicked up at him but my bare foot slid up his thigh. He
kicked at the hand with the knife, hurting my arm but not dislodging the
knife. He ran back toward the living room. I got up and stopped, furious
with myself for touching the knife. I quickly put it back into it's holder
as my father rushed in with a dining room chair. He knocked me backwards
into the breakfast nook table and under it.

	Mother ran in, pushing him to the side. 'My God, Henry, what are
you doing' Put that down immediately!'

	'He's got a knife!'

	I held out my empty hands.

	He looked at the knife holder and said through his teeth. 'He put
it back. He heard you coming and he put it back.'

	The three of us remained static for at least half a minute. I was
in great pain but felt victorious. Mother stared at me. I don't think she'd
seen the front of me naked since I was a baby. She turned to her
husband. 'Why is he naked?'

	'He took his damn clothes off, not me. He wanted me to put marks
all over him. Good God, Sandra, can't you see what a manipulative little
faggot he is?'

	I lay back on the floor, exhausted and in great pain. But it was
over for now. I needed to call my grandfather. I forgot the presence of my
parents, blocked out their voices. One of them came near me, took hold of
my arm. I yanked loose and slid farther back under the table. I tried to
climb up on the bench. The telephone was above it under the stairs. I hit
my head on the bottom of the table and fell back. My back hurt but not as
much as my legs and gut. I felt them. That hurt. I forgot why I wanted to
get up on the bench and curled up on the floor, sobbing from the pain.

	Mother's voice came through from somewhere. 'Malcolm, dear, let me
help you out of there so you can put on your clothes.'

 	I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of her need to cover my
nudity. Clothes were the last thing I wanted.  They would make the pain
worse.

	'Go away. Go away.' She was inadvertently helping me focus on where
I was.

	I got to my hands and knees and crawled out from under the
table. She backed up in front of me.

	'Look at this crap. Leave him alone. He's fine. Poor little picked
on boy.'

	I looked up at my father. 'How's your face?'

	He pushed past mother and pulled me up by my hair. Mother screamed,
'Henry! Let him go! Henry!'

	He turned me and took hold of my wrists from behind. 'Upstairs,
boy.'

	Mother must have grabbed him because I was jerked backward. My legs
buckled, wrenching my arms behind me upward nearly pulling them out of
their sockets. I screamed in agony. He let go. I fell to the floor crying
'son-of-a-bitch'.

 	'Henry, damn you! Get away from him! Get out! Out!'

	Mother knelt beside me and took my arm. I hurt too much to protest
or fight her. My shoulders felt like they'd been torn apart. I moaned
instead of cried. I held my arms across my stomach and struggled to my feet
as mother pulled me up. She turned me toward the front of the house. I
resisted.

	'This way,' I insisted. I wanted to go away from my father, up the
back stairs.

      Mother opened the door. I went up the stairs. It hurt too much to
lift my arm to open the latch. Mother reached past me and opened it. I went
to my room and fell to my knees by my bed. I knew from experience not to
lie on the bed. Kneeling and leaning against it was the most comfortable
position.

	A few minutes later, mother brought my clothes in and started in
with the same words as always. 'Dear, why do you do this? He asks so little
of you. Why do you always disobey every, oh, Malcolm. Why didn't you tell
me about Freddy being at the store? Maybe I could have helped avoid this.'

	'Why don't you tell him what a racist son-of-a-bitch he is? He's
wrong, not me. Go away.'

	After a while, I slowly worked my arms to where I could pull off
the more abrasive bed spread and lay my upper body across the sheet hoping
to fall asleep. I put my arms straight down along my sides. My shoulders
hurt worse than anything else. This had been far less of a beating or I was
better able to handle it. In the morning, I'd call my grandfather and tell
him what happened. My father would call his lawyer again but the marks were
there. He couldn't deny his responsibility. This time I'd get him.

	He wasn't concerned. After I refused the dinner mother brought up,
he came in and sat at my desk. 'For a boy who's smart in school, you're
really stupid outside. You keep thinking you can fool me, beat me with your
little games but you keep losing, don't you' If you think those little
stripes you got are going to get you anything, you're wrong again. A father
has a right to discipline his child. You lied and disobeyed, repeatedly, a
direct order.

	'So now you listen to me and listen good. If I come home from work
and find you're not here, I'll punish you again. Saturday and Sunday, you
don't leave this property. No visitors. I'll take care of that. If you're
too much of a problem between now and when you go away to camp, and you are
going away to camp, then when camp's over Labor Day, I'll just ship you
straight to some boarding school in Nebraska or Wyoming and that's how
you'll spend the next six years, camp, boarding school, camp, boarding
school. Don't you think for one minute I won't or can't do it. In your
life, boy, I'm king, the supreme ruler. You can fight me but you can't beat
me. I've got all the power. So just get that through your thick little head
and life will be a whole lot easier.'

	'Fuck you, you racist son-of-a-bitch.'

	'Screw you, you powerless little faggot son-of-a-bitch.'

	He walked out, leaving the door opened.

	Why, I thought, did I have to have such a hateful bastard for a
father? Why did such terrible people exist? The word hate passed through my
mind over and over but some thing about his speech was strange, missing. I
went back over it, the part about camp and boarding school and supreme
ruler making it difficult to see the rest. Then it registered. He had said
I had to be in the house when he got home each night. Was he leaving me
free to go where I wanted after school? That was hard to believe. Still,
that was what he said. If it was true, he was accepting the fact that he
was alone in his persecution of me, that neither my mother nor Adelaide was
going to tell him if I went out. It was a great weakness in his power over
me, maybe the beginning of the end of his power over me.

      Monday, if it didn't hurt too much to ride a streetcar, no, no matter
how much it hurt, I was going to my grandparents and see Freddy.

	I wished I'd eaten the dinner mother brought up. I wondered if it
was still there in the kitchen. I quietly went down to see. She'd put it
away in the refrigerator. It hurt to reach up so I got a chair from the
dining room, took out my cold dinner and ate.

	In the morning, after sleeping bare on top of one sheet and under
another, I dressed in my school uniform. It was uncomfortable but
bearable. I ate the breakfast Adelaide prepared standing up and walked to
school.

	Victor was happy to see me and suggested some baseball. I explained
my condition. He wanted to see so we walked up to the grotto and stood
behind a tree. I lowered my pants carefully.

	'Jesus. Both sides. I think I'd rather sit in the shed. I don't
want anything like that.'

	We walked back and stood at the wall above the plaza talking about
what had happened and why. Victor had no positive feelings for Negroes. It
was hard for him to accept I could care so much for one. Telling him of
Freddy's accomplishments, courage and selflessness with me, and the great
decency of his mother didn't affect him very much.

	Martin arrived looking immediately for me. He ran up the hill to
us. 'You okay' Did he hurt you?' He wanted to embrace me but Victor's
presence only allowed him to put his hands on my shoulders. 'I called your
house a bunch of times but they said you weren't there. The last time your
father told me to stop calling. He beat you, didn't he?'

	I saw the tears forming. I wanted to put my arm over his shoulder
to hide them from Victor but couldn't raise it that high. 'It wasn't that
bad. I'm okay.'

	He wanted details. I just told him he'd used the belt on me. I
didn't mention fighting him or my foolish attempt with the knife. Martin
told of getting Freddy's message from Mike Sunday morning. 'I almost went
to your house but thought that might just piss him off more.'

	Tommy, Pat and Bradley joined us and had to be told the story
too. Martin didn't mention the real reason why all this was happening. I
did. It turned out everybody already knew. There were no comments

	Martin asked, 'So he's not going to let you work at the store?'

	'He wants to send me to that camp. I'm going to talk to my
grandfather this afternoon. Maybe he can help.'

	'Don't count on it,' said Victor.

	My five friends were very supportive all day. Martin convinced
Sister Bernice that I had a boil on my butt and arranged a cushion, which
helped a lot. They wouldn't let me do anything. Pat bought everyone candy
bars at recess. Martin carried my cushion along for both recess and
lunch. Martin also spoke to the swimming instructor about my true
condition. I was excused from participation and watched from the diving
board end of the pool.

	Martin left ahead of the others to change and took me into his
cubicle. He wrapped his arms around my shoulder and cupped my head in his
hands. We kissed deeply only stopping for him to say, 'I love you so much'
and 'please don't go to camp, stay with me'. He pushed off his trunks. I
held him back from me and sat on his clothes. He was so handsome, such an
incredible body. And his dick had grown so nicely, so thick, over three and
a half inches of suckable delight.

	'What are you looking at?' he asked with a smile.

	'The best looking boy in the school. You are so beautiful.' I
wanted so to hug him but it still hurt too much to do more than raise my
forearms..

	He knelt in front for me and kissed my belt buckle, feeling my
crotch at the same time, squeezing my erection. 'Want me to suck it?'

	He quickly undid my belt, button and fly then carefully lowered my
pants and drawers.

	He sucked me in immediately, the sudden sensation weakening me. I
leaned over and held his head as it revolved and moved back and
forth. Below me was the muscular curve of his back and those sweet
buns. His mouth seemed to be all over my cock at the same time. He started
just going back and forth, his tongue and lips tight around the shaft,
sucking hard at the tip with each stroke. He slipped a hand between my legs
and sought out my pucker. My legs tensed. I was gulping air. Orgasm shot
through my middle out to the end of my cock. I shuddered with the pulses
rolling up my shaft. Martin wrapped his arms gently around my middle and
hugged. He sucked in my balls and rolled them around with his tongue. I had
to sit down. Martin put the cushion under me.

	I embraced his head. 'Oh, Martin, thank you.'

	The sounds of boys voices began to register. I heard Victor's
distinctive laugh.


	Martin said, 'I better get dressed.'

	I asked, 'Can you come home with me tomorrow?'

	'What about your father?'

	'He won't be home 'til after six.'

	'Okay, sure.'

	We got looks from our friends when we walked out together, less
Victor whose cubicle door was closed.

      Martin convinced the bus driver to take me down to the streetcar
turnaround after school.

	Freddy hugged me at the door when I arrived at my grandparent's
house. He unnecessarily helped me into the sofa. He kept saying, 'I told
you not to let him do that,' using the English expected by my grandmother.

	When I tried to tell my grandfather what happened, he said, 'Your
mother called last night and again this morning. She was here for lunch.'
He looked reticent to say anything more but went on. 'There is really
nothing anyone can do. Your father, well, you disobeyed him. He said don't
leave the house. You left the house. A father is allowed to spank his son
for disobeying him. And your mother was right about one thing. Either I
should have told her about Freddy working at Edward's or you should have
and I wish I had spoken to you about that. I should have known your father
was going to want to check to see if the job was legitimate. I know he
doesn't trust anything you say. I'm very sorry about that.'

	'So, I'm going to camp.' My stomach felt suddenly hollow.

	'I don't see any way to avoid it, but, we will come visit at least
every two weeks and Freddy can come with us. Oh, and something else. You
better not go near your friend Martin's house. I think your father is going
by there today to tell his parents you are forbidden to go there. If you
do, they might call him. I'm surprised he's letting you out during the
week.'

	'Did mother tell you that?'

	'Yes. I think he knows that she won't tell on you if you do, so he
might as well. But please don't try to leave on the weekend. Just take
what's given. You can come visit Freddy here. I'll take you close to home
so you can stay longer.'

	They left Freddy and me alone. We went upstairs to our third floor
room and lay together on the bed. He let me kiss him on the lips and lie
half over him. I tried to discuss options with him but he kept insisting I
go by the current rules including going to camp. 'I'm gonna see you e'ry
couple weeks an' we'll be together in the fall. If he gits real mad, he
might send you away and I don't know what I'd do. I love you,
Maacum. Please don't do nothin' ta git him mad.' He slipped in and out of
his new English.

	At five fifteen, my grandparents took us home, leaving us off
together by the path to Freddy's house. My father wouldn't be home until
after six. I tried running up the hill but it hurt too much so walked for
half an hour. In my room I did a few exercises despite the pain in my back
and shoulders. I took my dinner up to my room after refusing to eat with my
father.

	A long hot bath really helped with the discomfort in my back and
shoulders. In the morning, my uniform went on with no problem. Only one
small place on my rear was still sensitive. My shoulders were still very
uncomfortable. The moment he arrived, I led Victor straight to the grotto
and into the bushes. I wanted to get in as much sex as possible over these
final weeks before camp.

	'You're sure you're okay?' he asked as he opened his pants.

	'It still looks bad but it doesn't hurt that much.'

	He went straight to my sweet spot and hit it repeatedly during the
few minutes it took for him to cum. Right at the end, he rolled us over
completely and jerked me off while he pumped slowly up into me.

	I hoped that wasn't just because I'd been hurt but that it was
going to be a regular part of our sex. He let me kiss his cheek as he
dressed.

	Martin was waiting down from the grotto when we walked out. I
assumed he knew where we'd been and what we'd been doing when he couldn't
find us. He looked very serious.

	'You father came to my house last night and told my parents that
you aren't allowed to go to my house and I can't go to yours. He told them
he didn't like what we'd been doing but wouldn't say what. My father got
really pissed at your father for not saying what we were doing wrong. He
kicked him out of the house. I told him we weren't doing anything wrong and
told him about Freddy and how he's black and your father hates blacks and
all the rest about the job and everything. My father doesn't like black
people much either but he says he'd never tell me I couldn't have one for a
friend. He thinks your father is a real asshole. He says unless he says
what we were doing wrong and it was bad, you can come any time you want.

	'Oh, and my father says he's going to talk to Mr. Johnson so he
knows the truth.

	I was elated. Another person had rejected my father's power over
me.

	We walked down to the flagpole where Tommy, Pat and Bradley were
being let off by one of their parents. Martin told them about my father's
visit and his father telling him to leave.

	They looked at me for my reaction before saying anything.

	When I said, 'that son-of-a-bitch' about my father, they all chimed
in saying they were glad someone had told my father off.

	The principal called me in to her office as we were going up to
class.

	'What's going on with you and Martin O'Malley?'

	'Nothing, sister. We're just friends.'

	'Then why did your father call me yesterday concerned that you two
were up to something?'

	I knew she was not an ally and wasn't sure what to say. 'He's mad
about something else and is trying to blame Martin. All I ever do with
Martin is play and help him with his homework. We stay at each other's
houses sometimes. Ask his father.'

	'I will. Watch your step, young man.'

	Martin came home with me after class. We went up to my room,
stripped and made some rather frantic love. He kissed me all over my body,
right down to my knees then wanted me to fuck him from the front so we
could suck each other's tongues. I tried but it hurt my shoulders too much
so we did it in a more traditional manner. After I came, we waited a while
then reversed roles. We tried it from the front. He had to grip my knees to
hold my legs up. My butt was still a bit tender but watching his fine penis
slide in and out let me forget all else.

      He wanted to kiss. I wanted to watch. He lowered his head to watch
with me. The sun through the window illuminated his body, delineating his
muscles. The exercises he was doing to keep up with me were creating
Godlike features on his twelve year old body. I liked what I saw in the
mirror when I looked at myself but the original package I had to work with
wasn't near what he was able to develop. Each thrust into my hole produced
waves of movement under his flesh exciting me almost as much as his thick
cock inside my rectum.

	He used the end board of the bed to push off with his toes. The
creaking from the bed grew as he approached climax. I worried Adelaide
downstairs would hear. He seemed to whine quietly as he closed in then
began his usual forceful, hard throbbing orgasm.

      I wondered if any liquid was coming out. His balls were the size of
cherries. A few pubic hairs were growing on each side of his shaft.

      We cuddled gently for a while, kissing occasionally, until it was
time for him to go. I went to the streetcar with him and tried to run back
but my body wasn't ready so I walked briskly, burning off the excitement he
had built up in me. Sex was supposed to relax. It might have if we hadn't
been so affectionate that last half hour. It just turned me back on.

      By the time my father got home, I'd done a few of my easier
exercises, bathed and was in my pajamas doing my homework.

      Wednesday, I had lunch with Tommy and Pat and all that entailed.

      In the afternoon, I went straight to my grandparents' to be with
Freddy. We went upstairs and did some tail too. Freddy was definitely
growing. He massaged my prostate rather than poked it, taking me to heights
he hadn't been able to just a few months before. Since we hadn't done it
for a while and Freddy always swore he saved himself for me, not even
masturbating, his first orgasm was less than a minute in the works, not
doing much for me. His second, though, took a while. He lay on my back,
hands under my shoulders, face against mine, fucking slowly and deeply,
finishing each thrust into me with a little punch, pushing my cock against
the bed, exciting it bit by bit. I embraced his hands and kissed him beside
his mouth. He pulled his hands down and took hold of my hips as he
increased the force of his thrusts. I lifted my rear to allow a little more
depth and space for his hand when the time came. His right hand slipped
down toward my crotch and took hold of my penis. His grew inside me. He
began masturbating me in time to this thrusting. I squeezed his head and
kissed his mouth. He shook as the first pulse ran through him into me like
a sudden electric current. It shocked me into my orgasm. Our bodies became
came together like they'd become magnetized.

      We panted together. Freddy laughed quietly. 'That was really
good. Almost worth not doin' it for a while.'

      Though we generally liked to lie around naked after sex, we felt self
conscious there in my grandparent's house and dressed. Then we lay on the
bed and talked about my situation, particularly Martin's father's attitude
about my father and my relationship with a Negro.

      'Martin wants to take you to meet his family and see how they really
feel. I think they'll like you just like everybody else. And that'll make
it even better for me if I ever need help from them. I think our principal
might call Martin's father.' I explained about my encounter with her and
her attitude that seemed to lean toward believing my father's remarks that
Martin and I were up to no good.

      'Maacum, your father is a son-of-a-bitch, worst I've ever seen.'

      As opposed to the day before, sex with Freddy did leave me quite
tranquil. My grandfather had me home in time for a good trot but hardly
with the gusto I'd felt during the walk the day before. Once at the house,
instead of doing my exercises, I sat on my bed and read. I figured one day
without a workout wasn't going to hurt much.

	Thursday after school, I went with Martin to his
neighborhood. After stopping at his house and being greeted cheerfully by
his mother and hugged by Dickie, I went to see Bobby. He was busy preparing
the afternoon's deliveries. There were sixteen Mason jars to be filled and
taken to the homes of customers who had already requested them. Martin and
I helped, then carried jars in the baskets Bobby had bought for that
purpose. As we worked, I told Bobby all that had happened. He wasn't very
optimistic that I'd be able to avoid camp. We were done by a quarter to
five. Bobby wanted some quick action. I kissed him and begged off. It took
an hour to get home. I didn't want to risk a problem while there was any
possibility of staying with Freddy and my friends for the summer.

	Martin told Bobby to turn around.

	'You watched me kiss him. Why so shy?' asked Bobby.

	'Please.'

	Bobby went off to the kitchen to clean up. Martin and I fell on his
beat up sofa and made out for a few minutes. 'I love you,' he said staring
into my eyes.

	That inspired a good run and fairly decent workout in front of the
barn. My shoulders still wouldn't let me do many pushups.

      When I went upstairs, I was confronted with partially finished
construction in the hall to my room. A new doorway was being built across
the hall at the top of the back stairs, just before my bathroom door. There
was no door in it yet but the rest was complete except for the strips of
finish plaster on the sides and the door itself. My father was going to be
able to lock me in and not have to worry about needs to go to the
bathroom. I asked my mother what was going on.

      'I don't know,' she sighed and looked away, 'you need to ask your
father about it.'

      'Tell me!'

      'I don't really know, but please ask him.'

      'Why are you afraid of him' I'm not. Do you know he went to Martin's
house with lies and Martin's father kicked him out?'

      She looked at her hands.

      It was obvious to me the son-of-a-bitch wanted to be able to lock me
up, probably on weekends, maybe more. I went down to his basement shop,
found a crowbar and ripped out the door frame. He came running up the front
stairs as I was tearing out the last piece.

      'What the hell do you think you're doing?'


      'Making it so you can't lock me up like I'm your prisoner!' I stood
with the crowbar in front of me. When he looked at it, I dropped it to the
floor. 'I don't need that to fight you.'

      'Get in your room!'

      'Why'd you tell Martin's father and Sister Kathleen Martin and I were
doing bad things?'

      'You know damn well.'

      'I don't know damn anything. We aren't doing anything wrong. You are,
by lying about us. That's why Martin's father kicked you out. So what are
we doing bad?'

      'Get in your room!'

      'Liar!'

      'Are you going to your room or do I have to take you?'

      'You re a liar,' I said calmly and turned toward my room.

      I heard him step toward me and braced myself for a blow. It didn't
come.

      I worked out again.

      Friday, I took Victor back to the grotto before school and had lunch
and sex with Tommy and Pat. After school, I took Martin to Bobby's and
borrowed his bedroom where we did everything we could do in an hour. It was
going to be a long weekend.

      I got in a good run before going into the house. The carpenter gave
me a dirty look, and I gave it back, as I passed through what was my cell
door. The door itself was my bedroom door that had been moved and had a new
lock installed. The plasterer was leaving as I came in but the carpenter
waited for my father who arrived a few minutes later and accepted the
keys. Without a word, he closed and locked the door.


      'Liar', I shouted as he closed me in.

      'We'll see how much of a smartass you are Monday morning when you
come out of there,' he called back through the door.

      Mother brought me dinner at six thirty and said, 'I'm sorry, dear,
but you brought this on yourself by always arguing and fighting with him.'

      'Fuck him!'

      'Malcolm, you mustn't speak like that to me.'

      'Screw him! How's that?'

      She left and locked the door. I ate and went to work on the
window. We had screens that lifted out and were replaced with storm windows
during the cold months. Below one of my windows was the roof of the back
porch. I wasn't sure I could get over the rain gutter to climb down but I'd
certainly try. The problem was getting back up. There was rope and a ladder
in the garage. I worried that I'd angered mother enough that she'd say
something if she saw me using it during the day so the plan was to go out
that night very late.

      I went to bed at seven thirty and set my alarm for eleven
thirty. Sleep came fairly quickly.

      At eleven thirty, I got up and dressed. The screen had lift up
latches near each corner. I tied two sheets together and tied one end to
the radiator under the window. The slate roof was slippery even with my
sneakers, and dirty. I lowered myself over the edge. The rain gutter made a
metallic noise as I passed over it swinging my legs to get hold of the four
by four inch porch column.

      I let myself into the barn with my key and turned on the light. There
were three rolls of hemp rope. I took one and the six foot step ladder back
to the porch. The ladder was far too short. I replaced it with the
extension ladder. It was heavy and had to be dragged. Rather than leave
tracks in the dirt and gravel drive up from the barn, I took it across the
grass up to the beginning of asphalt. It was a struggle to get it up
against the rain gutter. The return to my room was easy. The rope replaced
the sheets which required some serious shaking out to remove most of the
black dirt from slate roof. I cut the rope off so there'd be just enough
with the knots I planned to put in it for easier grips. With the ladder and
remainder of the rope locked in the barn. I pulled myself back up and into
my room. My exercises were really paying off.

      I took a bath. In the tub I tried to figure out how to get the rope
back on the roof while I was away during my father's absences. The solution
was string and a hook of some kind. I'd throw the rope back up after
lowering myself down then toss it up on the roof.  The hook would be used
to pull it back down.

      What I really needed was a key to the door. There would likely be one
in my father's dresser but I'd need to be alone in the house to go after
that.

      Saturday morning, mother asked me what I wanted for breakfast. I
asked for a lot as I didn't plan being around for lunch. When she came to
collect the dishes, I told her not to bother me until dinner. I figured
she'd look in on me anyhow and wondered how she'd react when she found the
room empty and my obvious means of escape.

      As usual, my father left a little before ten for his country club. I
was out the window and down the hill to the streetcar turnaround in minutes
and at Bobby's house with Martin sixty-five minutes after climbing out my
window.

      On the way from Martin's, he told me Sister Kathleen, our principal,
had called his mother and asked about the two of us. She had assured the
nun that we were always well behaved and spent a lot of time together on
our schoolwork.

	Bobby hugged me the minute he saw me. Martin had told him what had
happened. I told him about being locked up and my need to be back well
before three.

      'Let's go find somebody,' said Bobby dragging me toward the door.

      Martin looked a little disappointed. I felt guilty. Bobby said,
'What?'

      'Can you wait about twenty minutes?'

      He stared us then said, 'No, but you stay here. I'll be back in half
an hour, more or less.'

      Holding hands, Martin and I went into the bedroom and stripped down
to our bare feet. We necked for a while then Martin said, 'Do me, in the
back.'

      He didn't like to use the word fuck when talking about what he wanted
done to himself. He lubed me up and I fucked him. I knew I wasn't going in
far enough to make it feel really good. I think he just liked me on top of
and inside him, as I did Freddy. I wondered if he had Steven fucking him
too.

      I tried to suck him while still up his rear like Bobby did to me but
couldn't even get my extended tongue to the tip of his cock. I sucked him
from below with him guiding my head, moving it side to side. The view up
his torso was distracting. He must have thought I was prolonging his
enjoyment because he didn't say or do anything when I slowed down a few
times. When he came, he arched his middle into the air, his prostate
pumping but producing nothing yet.

      As we lay side by side in each other's arms, I asked Martin a
question that had been in the back of my mind since hearing of his father's
reaction to mine. 'If I ran away, you think your parents would let me stay
with you some?'

      Martin thought about it. 'I don't know. Maybe if you didn't say you'd
run away, you could stay for a few days. But they'd come to my house
looking for you and my parents would know.'

      'Do you think they'd tell?'

      'Maybe not. You gonna run away?'

      'Maybe. I don't know. My father is talking about putting me in a
school where you live far away. I'm not gonna do that.'

      'When?'

      'After camp.'

      'So're you going to camp?'

      'Probably.'

      'But if you run away, what are you going to do? Where are you going
to sleep? If you stay around here, they'll probably catch you. Lots a kids
know you here. Somebody'll tell.'

      'I dunno but I'm not going to a school away from you and Freddy.'

      Martin hugged me.

      Martin quickly got dressed when he heard the door open and voices in
the front room. I recognized Steven's high pitched voice. 'Go see who's
there,' I asked reclining nude on the bed. I'd hoped for something bigger
up my ass.

      Bobby stuck his head in the door right after Martin walked
out. 'Spike's here and Stinky's coming.'

      I hopped off the bed and peeked out the door. Steven saw me and came
running. 'Take me first,' he pleaded excitedly. He pushed between Bobby and
the door. 'I'll suck you after.'

      'Aren't you going to go with Martin?'

      'He says he's too tired right now. C'mon, let me in.'

      I looked for Martin but he was talking to a bigger boy about fourteen
or fifteen I'd seen around but didn't know. 'Okay, hurry.'

      Bobby repeated 'Hurry.'

      Steven was down to his socks in seconds. His little dick stuck out
like a spike. He jumped up on the bed and lay back with his hands behind
his head. I lay beside him my head to his crotch, his to mine, and went to
work. Even with less than three inches, it was fun to do him because of his
enthusiasm. His hands were quickly grabbing at my side, shoulder and
head. I grabbed his round little ass and enjoyed the feel of it in the
palms of my hands. His face rested on my hip, his eyes were fixed on my
lips. He flexed like he was going to cum a couple of times before he
actually did. Then he stayed flexed while little pulses ran up the
underside of his steel hard pecker.

      Before they stopped, I pushed his head into my crotch. He took me
right in and worked hard and fast trying to get me off as quickly as
possible. I just wanted him to do what he'd promised. Spike was outside
with his four plus inches I would try again to convince him to stick in me
and then came Stinky who would do it and do it very well. I let Steven take
me close then pretended to climax. He let go immediately. I hoped he did it
as well with Martin.

      Steven walked out with his clothes on his arm, probably hoping for a
second go round with someone. I followed him to the door but was met by
Spike before I could go out.

      'Hey, Malcolm, where ya been?'

      'Around.' I stood in his path forcing him to make contact. He smiled
as he pushed into me. I put my arms around him and squeezed. He stared down
at me. His eyes were about two inches higher than mine. I brought my right
hand town to his crotch and felt him. He was soft but grew as I kneaded
him.

      'Why don't we do it on the bed?' he asked.

      'You gonna do it right today?'

      'I always do it right. Whatta ya mean?'

      'You know what I mean. You said next time. This is the next time.'

      'I said maybe next time.' He walked forward slowly, pushing me back
toward the bed.

      'Well?' I lifted off his tee shirt. He raised his strong arms.

      'I'll think about it.'

      I sat on the bed and opened his pants while looking at his gorgeous
body. He kept still as his fly went down and I stuck my thumbs inside his
briefs and pushed everything down together. His cock sprang out, still only
half erect. I slipped down between him and the bed to untie his shoes and
give his penis half a suck on the way. I raised his feet one at a time and
pulled off his shoes. His feet weren't as bad as some but had an unwashed
smell. I turned him and sat him on the bed so I could pull off his pants
and socks. I wanted him completely naked. For the first time, I noticed a
thin patch of fine blond hair growing just above his cock. I crawled
between his thick thighs and pushed back his four inches to suck on his
testicles, now the size of plump grapes. My plan was to suck my way up his
body and sit on his cock. Spike had another plan.

      When I lifted up to take in his cock, he wrapped his legs around me,
holding me hanging over the side of the bed. I sucked up and down on his
cock. 'Keep doing that.'

      He sat up and guided my head with his hands. He wasn't going to fuck
me. My cock lost its interest and drooped. I concentrated on getting him
off. After a few minutes, he shot his sweet young sperm into my mouth. He
fell back on the bed, his feet fell away from my buns where they'd held me
captive.

      Homely, slim Stinky made up for handsome, muscle Spike's anal
timidity. Using some of Bobby's cooking oil to ease his way inside, Stinky
filled my rectum and a bit of colon with his five inches of male organ. It
had been a while since I'd had something this size inside me. Stinky could
fuck nearly as nicely as Robert and the cooking oil would delay his
climax. The slow penetration gave me time to enjoy him from my anus up
through my rectum to my prostate and beyond. Halfway through, he rolled us
over, pulling me on top. He lifted his knees and pumped harder upward,
raising my middle as he thrust inside me. He held onto my tummy with one
hand and ran the other back and forth over my dick and balls, occasionally
dipping his finger down to feel his cock sliding in and out of me. I closed
my eyes to concentrate on the feeling of his cock displacing my innards as
it passed through. Stinky breathed hard through his nose. When he came, the
first pulse hit exactly on an upstroke. He pushed my body higher as he shot
his sperm into me and ran his fingers rapidly up and down my cock. I came
in seconds. I only breathed in for a couple of seconds.

      We both went limp. He massaged my crotch slowly with his palm and
fingers. I turned my head back to his and kissed his cheek. He hugged me.

      When we left the room, Martin, shirtless, and Steven, still naked,
took our place. Spike had left. Bobby was face down on two sofa cushions
with the fifteen year old's dick pumping slowly in and out of him. I sat on
the floor in front of him and caressed his head watching the teen's ass
rise and fall. The bigger boy grunted quietly with each stroke. Bobby put
an arm around me. The teen pumped harder and harder until the three of us
were sliding across the floor. He pushed up on his arms for his final
thrusts. His face was contorted, his eyes squeezed shut. When he pulled
out, I saw his wasn't much longer than Stinky but quite a bit fatter.

      I sucked Bobby off. The teen laughed at us.

      I waited for Martin and Steven. Without bothering to dress, possibly
in hopes of a visitor or two, Bobby got to work in the kitchen. Martin told
me Steven was going to spend the night with him and Dickie. I was
jealous. I hugged him anyhow and headed home.

      I used the step ladder and a broom from the barn to hook the rope on
the back porch roof. I knew Adelaide was inside somewhere but didn't see
her. Mother's car was gone.

      My father came home at about three thirty as usual. I heard him walk
by the door down the hall but not stop.

      Sunday morning at Mass, Stewart nodded and smiled. He'd be able to go
with me. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to go with him. I glumly shook
my head. His smile melted away.

      My parents went out for dinner. Mother brought me sandwiches and Kool
Aid before they left and let me know they'd be back late. I gave her a
quick hug, my peace offering for the cue that I had several hours to see
Freddy.

      The moment I heard the car drive out, I dug the rope out from under
my pants in the bottom drawer of my dresser, tied it to the radiator,
opened the window, removed the screen, tossed the rope out and climbed
down.

      Freddy and I enjoyed three hours of fun and intimacy.

      'See, I tole you you'd find a way ta git out. You always do.'



      I convinced him to run with me but was in better shape and had to
slow for him halfway up the long hill.

      Monday and Wednesday, I spent the afternoon at my grandparents with
Freddy. Tuesday afternoon, I brought Martin home with me and discovered my
mother's purse in the kitchen. She was with three friends, playing cards in
the living room. I searched out her keys, ran upstairs and determined which
was the one to my new door, took it off the ring and replaced the rest in
the purse. Martin and I took off to the lumber yard which had a key making
machine. I left Martin to walk back when he couldn't keep up with me when I
returned running to the house. I was concerned mother might take her purse
into the living room for some reason. It was still there. I replaced the
key and awaited Martin. He was panting as he came through the back door.

      I suggested a hot bath. We used our dicks to clean out each other's
anal orifice.

      Thursday evening following another afternoon with Martin, this time
doing homework and reading, with an occasional lip lock, my parents again
went out. I took a half hour run up the hill and watched television for an
hour.

      Saturday went as the week before except this time Robert was waiting
at Bobby's. Sunday was a sad day. My parents were home all day keeping me
in the room. Reading, exercising and listening to the radio kept my mind
occupied for just so long. By dinner time, I was ready to fight but did my
third set of exercises for the day, took my second bath and went to bed
early.

      The week went by fine. Victor had me twice. Tommy, Pat and Francis,
who was without girlfriend, plumbed me once each. Martin and I made love on
top of my bed twice and in the boys' room once. Sister Kathleen called me
to her office Friday after recess. My rectum was full of Francis
sperm. There was a bit in my underwear too, shot out by a long fart as I
walked up the stairs. I hoped she couldn't smell it then realized she most
likely wouldn't recognize it if she did.

      'I just wanted to tell you that we have looked into the situation
regarding you and Martin and are pleased that you have been helping him
with his studies. Sister Bernice tells me that his grades have gone up
since you began going to his house. She also tells me you are her top
student right now and if you do as well on the exams next week as she
expects, you will stay there. Just keep up the good work.' She smiled a nun
smile.

      It looked as though my father had lost another supporter.

      Exam week was a breeze for me. One result of my time alone in my room
and the help I'd been giving Martin was my familiarity with all our
studies. I had to force myself to answer Catechism questions with the
expected answers. I got hundreds on every exam beating out Herbert Reisin
for top student.

      The last weekend before camp, I entreated through my mother to be
allowed my freedom. It was denied. Worried about his threat to put me in a
boarding school, I limited my time away from the house to Saturday while he
was at his club and Sunday afternoon when they went out. Saturday, I got
fucked by Robert, Simon and Bobby and sucked Spike and Steven who then
sucked me all the way. Martin came home with me and spent the night,
sneaking out as the sun came out. We made love about every way two boys can
during the night. What little sleeping we did was in each other's
arms. There were tears in his eyes when he left me. We wouldn't see each
other until September.

      Sunday evening, I brought Freddy up to my bedroom. We had one long
fuck then talked for a couple of hours. He wanted me to behave myself at
camp so there wouldn't be any problems coming home in September. He was a
bit concerned about how the camp people would react to a Negro visitor.

      'I don't care what they think. You'll be there for me, not for them,'
I told him.

      With tears running down my cheeks, I held him on the back porch, told
him I loved him and kissed his mouth twice.

      'Don' git all emotional, Maacum, I'm gonna see you in two weeks from
today.'

      We hugged once more and he ran down the lawn, to the street and up,
waving just before he disappeared behind our neighbor's tall hedge.