Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2004 21:22:08 -0400
From: rhaven <rhavenlo@rhavenlore.com>
Subject: The Next Tomorrow Chapter Three

This is a story from imagination, nothing more; it could not exist in
our reality. Be warned it is a tale of man/boy relationships with some
bad language.

I'd like to thank my dear friend Astral Toad for helping me with this
story.

If you like this story, please visit my site for more at
www.rhavenlore.com

The Next Tomorrow

By Rhaven

CHAPTER THREE

"There you are." Ronnie grumbled. "We've been looking for you
everywhere."
Thank goodness, they didn't check the lake, I still wasn't ready to
share my ... Big Boy. Yes, that sounds nice; I was his Little Man and he
my Big Boy.
"What have you been doing?" Mark asked with his usual grin. He was
wearing his Daniel Boone Coon hat. Every since the show premiered last
year, Mark has become obsessed with everything Daniel Boone. Of
course, the look worked for Mark, he was a head taller than Ronnie and
me, though gangly and as skinny as a stick, Mark knew everything about
the woods and the animals that lived there.
"Who cares... I've got something real special, Jonah." Ronnie said
looking ready to explode. He lifted up his shirt and pulled out a
magazine that was tucked into his shorts.
"A playboy?" I said stunned. "Where did you get that?"
"Robbie had it hidden under his bed." Robbie was Ronnie's older
brother, who I always thought as being too nice and clean, apparently
I was wrong. I reached for the magazine, but Ronnie yanked it away.
"No one can see it until we get to the Dragon's Lair." Ronnie
declared, hugging the magazine selfishly.
"I think he wants to jerk off." Mark groaned and kicked at a stick on
the ground.
"Heck yeah I want to jerk off." Ronnie laughed. "Come on let's go."
Mark and I followed Ronnie to the tree house. I've never seen Ronnie
move so quickly, the magazine had given him super speed. I wasn't too
excited about the playboy, though I had to admit I was interested in
seeing what a naked woman looked like, but I wasn't sure I could jerk
off to the pictures.
Once we were all in the tree, with Mark and me on either side of
Ronnie, he held out the magazine for us to see the cover.
"Hey it's got an article on James Bond!" Mark said happily.
"Don't be stupid, Man with the Golden Gun, my ass. We're here to see
the naked women." Ronnie growled. "Now before we see inside... there's
going to be rules."
Both Mark and I moaned, but I arched an eyebrow, when Ronnie gave me a
quick wink.
"We'll all admit this is a special occasion, right?" Ronnie said
proudly.
Mark and I nodded.
"Then for this special occasion, we have to be nude." Ronnie said
quickly so he could see the horrified look on Mark's face.
"Nude? Why do we need to be nude to look at a magazine? I'm not
getting naked." Mark stuttered.
"Come on Mark, it'll be fun." Ronnie whined.
"Sure I'll do it." I said to encourage Mark. "It's no big deal."
"Can I... keep my shirt on?" Mark whispered.
"No way." Ronnie barked. "Geeze Mark, are you a sissy? Just get naked,
Jonah and I won't laugh at you."
"I'm not a sissy." Mark whispered again. I felt sorry for Mark, he was
always smiling and now, you would have thought his dog had just died.
"Come on Ronnie, if Mark doesn't..." I started but Ronnie glared at me.
"My playboy, my rules." He growled. "Hey if you guys don't want to see
it, no ones keeping you here."
"Ronnie..." Now I was getting angry, it had been a stupid for Ronnie and
me to make that plan to see Mark naked. If Mark didn't like showing
his body, then that should be fine with us.
"I'll do it." Mark said quietly. "Not because of the stupid magazine
though. I don't care if I see inside."
"Mark you don't have to, if you don't want to." I said, despite
Ronnie's anger look.
"It's okay Jonah, I've been stupid." Was all Mark said, and I had to
wonder what he meant by that.
I removed my clothes first, hiding my smile as I thought about Sean.
Ronnie undressed next, with some difficulties, since he wouldn't put
down the playboy. I tried not to watch as Mark undressed, but my
curiosity was too strong. I thought I was skinny, but Mark was
skeleton thin. His hips were the widest part of his body, but that
wasn't what Ronnie and I stared at. Mark blushed and I could tell he
wanted to cover his privates, but was forcing his hands to remain on
his hips. He did look a little foolish, naked and still wearing his
coon hat, but that wasn't what we were staring at.
"You are huge!" Ronnie said feebly.
"It isn't that big." Mark grinned foolishly and sat down again, making
sure not to close his legs so we could still stare at his member. It
was a good two inches longer than mine was, but nothing compared to my
Big Boy. My penis was wider, thicker than Mark, leaving Ronnie with
the smallest penis. He constantly complained that his looked like a
Frank-n-weenie resting on top of a walnut, which I had to admit that's
exactly what it looked like. Ronnie had become so obsessed with Mark's
penis, he even forgot about the playboy.
"Geeze Mark, I'd never wear pants if I had a willy that size."
"It isn't that big." Mark said again, with a wider smile. I had to
laugh, Mark had always been so shy, it was good to see him breaking
down that shell and enjoying the attention.
"Geeze Mark..." Ronnie continued. "Look at all the pubes."
Yet again, I wasn't as impressed as Ronnie was. However, I was shocked
to see Ronnie rub his hand over Mark's scarce pubic hairs.
"I've only go a few coming in." Ronnie grumbled and spread his legs
for us to see. I didn't say anything, just my luck, I was the only one
in the group without pubic hair. Mom says I'm a late bloomer, though
she was talking about my height, maybe it also applied to my pubes.
"RONNIE!"
We all jumped with fright.
"Holy crap it's Robbie!" Ronnie instantly started yanking on his
clothes, Mark and I moved deeper into the tree, trying to get out of
Ronnie's frantic attempt in getting dress, we would have also dressed,
but in Ronnie's panic, Mark and my clothes were now at the bottom of
the tree.
"Ronnie, I know you're up there! Who's clothes are these?"
"I'm coming!" Ronnie said nervously, leaning over the edge of our tree
house to see his brother.
"You better have my fucking playboy." Robbie yelled, the first time
I've ever heard Robbie cuss. I didn't want to be Ronnie shoes right
now.
"I... got to go guys." Ronnie had turned pale white. "See you later."
Robbie ignored our clothes once Ronnie made it down the tree; he
yanked the playboy out of his hand and dragged Ronnie home.
"Man, I've never seen Robbie that mad." I whispered to Mark. "I guess
we'll never see inside that playboy now."
"It's okay, to be honest Jonah, I didn't care if I saw inside or not."
Mark admitted with his trademark grin.
"I only wanted to look, because I've never seen a naked lady before."
I confessed and laughed. Mark leaned back and sighed happily.
"You seem all right now with being naked." I said resting next to him,
I looked over to spy his pubic hair, there really wasn't that many to
brag about, it was strange that Mark had brown hair like me, but his
pubes looked red.
"You can touch it if you want." Mark said spreading his legs for me.
"Thanks." I said and rolled my eyes at how dumb I sounded. I rested my
hand just above his penis, finding a single hair and pinched it
between my fingers.
"Do you have any hairs down there?" Mark moved his hand between my
legs before I could answer. "Don't feel anything." He said groping
around my penis. My penis wiggled and sprang up around Mark's fingers.
"Oops." I giggled nervously.
"Go ahead and touch mine." Mark whispered. "Touch it... touch it."
I danced my fingers up and down his shaft until it was as hard as mine
was. Without exchanging any words, we began stroking each other's
erection. We didn't talk or look at each other until we had both
ejaculated. It wasn't romantic or sexual for me, Mark had a death grip
on my erection the entire time and I kept thinking he was going to rip
my penis off. However, Mark sure seemed to enjoy it, he laughed and
chuckled, moaned and groaned as if he was eating the best apple pie
ever.
"Don't tell Ronnie what we did, okay?" Mark begged.
"I won't." I did not intend to tell Ronnie. We climbed out of the
tree, dressed and headed to my house.
Mark helped me mow the lawn and pick up the bottles we had been
collecting, because Ronnie had sworn he was getting a BB gun for his
birthday. He got a bike instead, so the bottles were useless now.
Neither Mark nor I mentioned the Dragon's Lair or what we did.
However, I caught Mark looking at my crotch every few minutes.

I was in my room when Mom returned home. Mark had left after the lawn
was finished, giving me a heartfelt wave goodbye.
"Honey, come on. Remember we're going out to eat with Greg?"
I hate that sweat voice, as if Greg was fooled by it, why didn't he
just tell her to shut up and talk normal?
"Let's go Champ." Greg said sticking his head into my room. I sighed
heavily, but had made up my mind not to judge Greg until I got to know
him.
We climbed into Greg's beat up tow truck, with me stuck in the middle.
It smelled of cigarettes and grease, the floorboard was filled with
dirty rags, which made Mom cringe as she put her feet down. The man
drove like a maniac; I was thrown into Mom and Greg so many times, my
hips hurt by the time we arrived at Jordan's Diner, in record time,
not that I noticed, but that's what Greg told us. Mom and Greg chatted
about people I didn't know for most of the meal, I ate my hamburger,
trying not to look disgusted by the endless smooching and giggling
between them. Every ten minutes, at least that's what it seemed to me,
Greg ordered another beer. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he
gulped down the beer. I couldn't believe anyone drank that fast. I
tried with my coke, but only succeeded in choking.
Once we had all finished eating, they continued talking, giving no
sign that we were leaving anytime soon. I just can't understand why
people didn't leave after eating. The food was gone, it was time to go
home, but no one made any indication that we were leaving. Greg must
have noticed how bored I was, Mom could have cared less.
"I thought I'd bring over a football tomorrow, Johnnie..."
"Jonah." Mom corrected him quickly.
"Yeah... Jonah. You and I can toss the old pigskin around. I'll even
teach you some of my best moves."
"Doesn't that sound great, Jonah?" Mom giggled, wrapping herself
around Greg's arm.
"Thanks Greg...I just don't like football." I said trying to show all my
teeth as I smiled.
"Only faggots don't like football, Johnnie... don't want people to think
you're a faggot do you?"
Mom didn't correct him on my name this time.
"I'm not a faggot." I said, it didn't matter what I was, he had no
right to say something like that to me. I looked to Mom for support;
she only gave me that look that told me not to make trouble.
"Then I'll be over tomorrow with the fucking football." Greg said
smirked and gave me a disgusting wink.
"Maybe I won't be there." I mumbled, eyeing Greg with all the hate I
could gather.
"I ... we should be getting home." Mom giggled, though even I could tell
it was a fake laugh. "I've got work tomorrow."
"Yeah, sure." Greg mumbled, still staring at me, as if I was a monster.
The drive back was horrible. Greg swerved all over the road, driving
faster than I thought his old tow truck could go.
"Greg... sweetheart... could you slow down please?" Mom tried to keep her
voice calm. "GREG!" She screamed as we nearly hit a tree.
"Shut the fuck up!" Greg yelled and reached across me and hit my
mother. I saw him hit her, but it didn't register. No one does
something like that, it's inhuman.
"I can't drive with you screaming at me." Was all he said, as if it
explained why my Mom deserved being hit.
"You can't hit my Mom." I said, finally realizing what I had seen.
"Shush Jonah... I'm fine." Mom whispered. Greg slammed on the brakes,
almost ramming into my house.
"Get the fuck out of my truck." Greg said staring oddly at his
steering wheel. Mom lifted me over her and out of the tow truck.
"Go inside Jonah, I need to talk to Greg for a second." Mom said
smiling. I wasn't sure I wanted her to be alone with this man, but Mom
gave me a nod that I knew meant she would be all right.
I headed to my room and fell on my bed, exhausted consumed me. I hated
that I wasn't able to defend my mother. When Greg hit her, there was
nothing I could do to stop him, he was bigger, stronger and meaner. I
didn't feel like Tarzan now, if he was been there, Greg would be a
bleeding pile of bones.
The front door slams and I hear Greg's tow truck speed off down C
Road. I roll over on my back as Mom walks into my room. There was a
dark glaze across her eyes as she stared at me, it frightened me more
than Greg.
"Why Jonah?"
"Mom?" I said weakly.
"Why are you making this so hard? Greg is trying his best to be your
friend..." Mom said slowly, sucking in air between each word to give it
strength as she talked.
"But Mom... he... hit you." My voice was soft, high pitched like a baby.
"He got mad!" Mom screamed, stomped her foot on the floor to
accentuate her anger. "All I wanted Jonah was for you and Greg to get
along... but you won't let that happen, will you? Greg's a good man, the
only man who has..." Mom started sobbing. "The only man who has shown
any interested in me since your dad left."
"Mom... I..." I felt ashamed of all the trouble I had caused; there was
nothing I could say to make her feel better.
"You WILL be here tomorrow for Greg and you WILL play football, do you
understand me?"
All I could do was nod.
I hated her, I hated Greg and I hated myself. I hated everything in
that moment as Mom glared at me, there was no more light guiding me. I
thought about Tarzan, but I realized it wasn't the King of Apes I
imagined, but Sean Ponca. Only Sean could understand my pain. I don't
know how I knew this or if it was just something I had to believe. I
needed someone to talk to; I needed someone to hold me.
Mom stomped to her room and slammed her door. Once I was alone, I
grabbed my pillow and screamed into it. I didn't want to play with
Greg. The more I thought about that, the angry I got. I could see that
drunken bastard tossing me the ball and screaming that I wasn't
catching it correctly. Mom would be standing on the porch and waving
happily as if it was the perfect day.
I wasn't going to be here, when Greg came tomorrow. I did care what
Mom thought, but then again, did I really? She wasn't concerned about
me or my feelings, so why should I worry about her? I wasn't sure
where I would go, but I'd rather die than be a puppet to Mom and Greg.