Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2006 14:45:59 -0600
From: H. Rick Cantwell <zestful@myexcel.com>
Subject: Rascal 27

Rascal Part Twenty-Seven
Old Friends and New Games

	I slowed down and turned into the party store parking lot after
dragging myself away from the master/slave training session at the
cabin.  I came to a full stop and put the car in park.  Jeremy, who
had confided to me that he had something he wanted to talk to me
about, turned half way in his seat to face me, bringing his left leg
up on the seat a little.
	His body language indicated he wasn't ready to get out of the
van yet, so I let it run.
	Jeremy got quiet for a minute before he said, "I want you to know
... Juanita made me do what I did.  Like I say, we discussed this for
months and she said ... if I ever got to the point where I could fuck
her, she wanted me to kiss Ryan as soon as I creamed.  I'll tell you,
we talked about THAT for hours!  I didn't know why she wanted me to do
it and she wouldn't TELL me why.  She just insisted.  But after I slid
into her ..."
	"Yeah, I know.  You told me all that on the way here."
	"Spunky," Jeremy said like he was almost embarrassed, "I never
felt anything like it before."  Tears welled in his eyes but he didn't
allow them to spill.  "It was better than my first touchdown.  Hell, it
was better than my first GAME-winning touchdown!  It was better than
..."  His voice trailed off momentarily.  "When I kissed Ryan, I
expected to just kiss him, you know, an Aunt Mary kiss.  But he touched
my lips with his tongue and I knew what that meant.  There wasn't even
a nanosecond before I opened up because I wanted to.  I really WANTED
to kiss him."
	"Oh, I get it.  You think I planted some kind of seed during
Crossover Day so you'd have those feelings when it actually happened?"
	"Well, yeah.  The thought crossed my mind.  But Ryan has meant so
much to me these last few months but I didn't know how much until we
Frenched.  Spunky, my dick was still inside my girlfriend but I was
kissing Rascal.  Something passed between us.  God, I'm going on like
a love-struck schoolgirl but I swear it was there.  If there had been a
black light in the room, you'd have seen some ... aura pass back and
forth between us."
	I sat silently, allowing him to gush.  He needed to verbalize
this.
	"Even Juanita felt it.  She was trembling as much as I was.  I
don't know how she knew I needed that kiss from Ryan but she did.  I'll
be forever grateful to her for that."
	"Knowing what Juanita was feeling was what society writes off as
feminine intuition," I smiled.
	"Hey!  I'm not sayin' I'm turning queer.  I'm not.  It was just a
kiss.  Oh hell, I know that sounds queer but believe me.  It's not.
I'm not.  What I'm saying is ..."
	"I'm not smiling because of that," I said in a comforting tone.
"I'm smiling because you just told me you finally experienced, for the
first time in your life, love in its most perfect form.  You are so
lucky, Jeremy."
	"Whaddya mean?"
	"Most people experience that kind of love for the first time when
they're too young to remember it.  Usually, it's between mother and
child or preadolescent playground school chums.  But by you being able
to express it so eloquently, almost twenty-four hours later, it means
you'll always be able to tap into that emotion and never be lonely
again."
	"But you know, it was a one time thing, right?"
	"Okay," I said reassuringly.
	"I mean, Juanita wanted me to do it ... made me do it," he said
defensively.
	"She knew what you needed--to crack that barrier you've got
protecting you from ... being hurt emotionally.  But now, you'll never
have to worry again.  You'll always have last night to draw on if you
ever feel a need to lift your spirits.  Just look at you.  You're
glowing!"
	"C'mon, let's get that ice cream," Jeremy said, obviously
embarrassed by all the talk about emotions.
	We grabbed half a dozen flavors and carried them to the register.
When we got there, a good-looking guy in his thirties looked at Jeremy,
then at me and then back at Jeremy.
	"Looks like SOMEbody got lucky last night."
	Because I spent several weekends at the lake, I knew the "lake
crowd" was very "forward" with young people.  To them, it was just
another sporting event, like pitching horseshoes, fishing or tall-tale
telling.
	"Yeah," I said quickly, as Jeremy blushed in shame.  "His
girlfriend finally decided to give it up."
	"Sweet!" the clerk said appreciatively.  "Congratulations, man!"
	"But how ...?"
	"Like I said, it's your glow," I confirmed.
	We paid and got back in the van before Jeremy said, "Did you see
that guy looking at your ... your ...?"
	"Basket?"
	"Monster is what I was thinking," Jeremy said.  "It's a good
thing Juanita doesn't mind me having a small one."
	"It's only small compared to mine and you know it," I chided.
	"Yeah, I have been kinda blessed."  Then quietly he asked, "Do
you think that guy was ... you know, coming on to you by staring like
that?"
	"No.  If that were the case, every man in the world would be gay.
Guys just can't help but look when I'm on display but most guys are too
embarrassed to stare ... or they have remarkable self-control."
	As I started the drive back, Jeremy said, "Spunky, you've gotta
get Ryan alone and explain to him that what happened last night was
..."
	"If I know Ryan, he's already ..."
	"No!  You've GOT to make him understand!  That's why I had to
talk to you about this."
	"He's not gonna rape you ... as much as he'd like to."
	"But what if ..."
	"Just say no," I said with finality.
	"He's not a drug ... or a cigarette.  He's my friend," Jeremy
chuckled.
	"But he's smokin', doncha think?  And he IS addictive."
	"Honest, Spunky, you've gotta warn him.  I don't want to hurt his
feelings."
	"I'll see what I can do.  If you find you're too uncomfortable
when we sack out tonight, you can sleep in the bed with me--or alone,
for that matter.  I can sleep on the floor again."
	I pulled into the access road.  Because of the snow, the ruts and
dips were filled in, making it a fairly smooth ride compared to the
summer speed-bump action.  I drove about a mile and stopped.
	"What?" Jeremy asked, looking around for some problem.
	"Do you trust me, Jeremy?"
	"Yeah," he said warily.
	"More than anyone--other than Rascal, I mean?"
	"Yeah."
	"If I asked you to do something, would you trust me when I say
it's for your own good?"
	"Yeah, I guess so," Jeremy said uneasily.
	"Calm down.  Relax.  I'm not gonna rape you."
	"Why'd you stop?" Jeremy asked with a touch of panic in his
voice.
	I put the van in gear and started toward the cabin, deciding that
what I had in mind wasn't such a good idea.
	"Spunky, stop!  I gotta say this before we get back ... because
..."
	I stopped again.
	"I do trust you.  I just ... don't trust myself.  No, that's not
right.  I don't know what I can trust and what I can't, anymore.  Last
night I thought the kiss would be a kiss but I was wrong.  It ... I ...
Rascal ... we ..."
	"That's what I'm trying to help you understand.  What you felt
for Ryan won't be felt with any other guy."
	"Well, since I don't plan to go around kissing any other guys, I
guess I'll never know."
	"That's why I want you to trust me.  I want you to kiss me ...
the way you did Ryan ... then you'll know for sure you're not turning
gay, you're not bisexual, you're just the best friend in the world to
Ryan."
	"No, YOU hold that distinction," Jeremy said reassuringly.
	"No, YOU do.  I'm a toy.  I'm a distraction.  I'm a way to get
things done.  He loves me.  I know that.  But not the way he does you.
And his love for you is not totally a sexual love, either."
	"Spunky," Jeremy whined pleadingly, like he didn't want to
dethrone the king.
	'Maybe Jeremy doesn't want the weight of such a crown
on HIS head,' I thought.
	"Unbuckle your seatbelt," I said casually, "I'll keep mine on."
	Jeremy hesitantly unbuckled.
	"Come over here," I said quietly, pointing to the vacant space
between us on the seat.  "Just like with Ryan, okay?"
	"Okay," Jeremy said.  He hesitated, moved in to the 'ninety-
percent' position that guys are suppose to assume and then he waited
for me to close the distance like girls are supposed to do if they want
to be kissed.
	"All the way," I whispered, feeling my breath wash back from his
lips to my own.
	He pressed his lips to mine.  I deliberately did not touch his
lips with my tongue like Ryan had the night before.  I wanted to see if
Jeremy was confident enough with himself to initiate a tongue kiss with
another man.
	He pulled back.  "You didn't put your tongue out.  You said 'Just
like last night with Ryan, remember?'."
	"Sorry, I forgot," I lied.  "Can we try again?"
	Jeremy kissed me, I stuck my tongue tip to his lips and we
Frenched.  After thirty seconds or so, he pulled away.
	"See," I said.  "Not gay."  But then I saw a strange quizzical
expression on his face.  "What?"
	With a look like he was trying to remember something, Jeremy
said, "We were hard."
	"I was," I said, cupping my crotch, "but I'm pretty sure you
weren't."
	"No, I mean, Ryan and I were hard last night.  Remember?  I'd
just cum all over him.  Then I started to fuck Juanita and ... I ...
cummed.  That's when I kissed Rascal.  I was still hard."
	"So you're saying what?"
	"I need to be hard and then kiss you."
	"Anything I can do to help?"
	Bashfully, Jeremy said, "Uh ... actually I ... uh, just boned
up."
	"Just thinking about fucking Juanita bones you up, doesn't it,
boy?" I asked, hoping to ease his discomfort.
	"Yeah," Jeremy said nervously.
	"And thinking about math and science and history and ..."
	"Yeah, just about anything causes me to pop a boner."
	"Good for you.  It proves you're healthy."
	"Uh, so ... can we try it again?  I mean, if you think we should
--or necessary."
	"Come here," I said seductively, gripping Jeremy behind the neck
and pulling him gently toward my lips.  This time, we both opened up
like it was natural for two guys to French kiss.  I know I felt all the
lust any red-blooded gay guy would and felt my breath getting shallow
before Jeremy broke the kiss. Catching my breath, I said, "So?"
	"It's not the same.  The kiss, I mean.  I didn't feel the same ..."
	"Affection?"
	"For the lack of a better word, yeah."
	"And you didn't cum in your jeans?" I continued.
	"Nope."
	"You don't feel like ripping my clothes off and ravishing my
body, huh?" I asked.
	"Nope."
	"So you agree then, that what you felt with Ryan was special but
not queer?"
	"Yeah, I'm guessing you're probably right, after all."
	"Okay, then, there's just one more thing I want you to do for
me."
	Jeremy's eyes rounded suspiciously.  From the look on his face I
think he thought I was gonna ask him to blow me or something.
	"Just before going to sleep, kiss Rascal goodnight.  Can you do
that?"
	"I don't want to lead him on."
	"You won't.  I'll tell him it's to prove a point."
	"Be sure to tell him it's not gonna be ..."
	"He knows.  Trust me, he knows."
	As I drove the rest of the way back to the cabin, I felt good
about what just happened.  Jeremy was more comfortable with what he
previously perceived to be a problem and I was more comfortable knowing
he was going to feel better about the way Ryan treated him as a friend
-- rather than a sex object or sexual conquest.
	As I walked in, I saw everyone was standing in a circle.  I
stopped so suddenly, Jeremy bumped into me from behind.  When the guys
turned to look at the doorway, I saw all of them had shiny brown
streaks on their cocks.  "What the fuck?" I shouted.
	"Eewh!" Jeremy groaned as he peered over my shoulder.
	"Grab the peanut butter, Spunky, you're just in time," Rascal
said.
	"Oh good lord," I said, looking at Lyle for some idea of what was
going on.
	"Rascal heard Tyler's stomach growling and thought it was time to
feed him."
	"Where IS Tyler?" I asked looking around the room.
	Jason thrust a thumb toward the curtain.  "I told him to go back
there and get dressed for dinner."
	I smiled, remembering what we had planned to surprise Ryan ...
and hopefully, Jeremy would see the humor in it, too.
	"C'mon, get undressed," Jason said.
	I put an arm over Jeremy's shoulder and said, "That's okay, I'll
keep the obligatory straight friend company but you guys go ahead and
have fun."
	"He can join, too," Zack said.
	"No, he's here because he's Rascal's friend but he doesn't ...
play the same games we do."
	Zack looked confused but didn't say anything.
	Coach said, "Jeremy, uh ... I didn't know.  I thought all of us
... I mean, the snowball fight ... the little diversion to be alone
with Spunky ... I ..."
	"Oh my god no!  I needed to talk ... just talk ... honest!"
Jeremy said defensively.
	"You don't have to defend yourself, Jeremy," I said.  "It was
just an assumption, not an accusation."
	In a placating tone, Lyle said, "Because you hang around Ryan,
there will always be people who think you're gay, too."
	"I know," Jeremy agreed.  "He told me when we first met that
people would ... call me a fag or a fag lover and shit like that ...
but honest, Coach ..."
	"I'm sorry, Jeremy, I really am.  I shouldn't have embarrassed
you like that.  I should have known better.  I just hope all this won't
cause any trouble ... at school."
	"God no!  It's forgotten.  Done.  Over with.  We can just forget
it," Jeremy said, obviously eager to end the discussion.
	"He still respects you, Coach.  Everyone does," Ryan said.
	"Yeah, he's right," Jeremy said.  "I'd never think bad of you
because of this.  I mean, I accept Rascal and ... ALL these guys."
Then, with a nervous smile he said, "So what's one more?  It's not like
I don't have my own group of friends ... straight friends."
	"Jeremy, why don't you put the ice cream in the freezer until
these guys get cleaned up?" I suggested.
	"I'm ready," Tyler called out from behind the makeshift curtains.
	After Jeremy put the ice cream away, I whispered, "C'mon," as I
directed Jeremy over to the couch.  We sat on opposite ends.  I slumped
slightly with my legs spread wide, a position I usually use because it
gives my crotch more room to breathe--and grow.
	Tyler stepped out from behind the sheet to gasps from all of us.
If I hadn't been part of the planning committee, I would have sworn it
was Taylor making a surprise return visit.  Tyler was wearing panties
and a bra, high heels and lipstick.  He had finger-combed his spiky
hair down over his ears giving him a softer more feminine appearance.
To my surprise, he had filled two condoms with water and put them in
the bra to complete the "look."
	It looked to me like Tyler was agonizing over whether he should
show pride in his appearance or humiliation, as a proper slave should.
To ease his discomfort, I said, "Jason, has our cock slave achieved
the desired look?"
	"Fuck yeah!" Jason said in awe at how beautiful his son had been
transformed.
	From his dad's response, Tyler's belly rumbled from hunger.
	"First, you have to clean the peanut butter off each of our
cocks.  You're gonna need your strength"
	"Ummm," Tyler said, licking his lips.  "Master," he said, looking
at Ryan, "I need to blot my lipstick.  Would it be okay to use Master
Spunky?"
	"Sure, but not on his lips.  Blot your lipstick around the base
of his cock.  And don't get any on any other part of his cock."
	That meant Tyler would have to deep-throat my rod without any
warm-up to its length.  I kicked off my shoes and slid my jeans down my
legs.  Tyler pulled them the rest of the way off, knelt between my
knees and deep-throated my half-hard erection.  It felt like a vice was
clamping down on my cock as he moved his lips from side to side trying
to get the majority of his lipstick off.  When he raised up off my
dick, there was a red ring around the base.
	"Good job," I said as we admired his handiwork.
	"Thank you, master."
	Turning to look at Jeremy, I asked, "Hey, Jeremy, wanna make
Juanita jealous?"
	With an uncomfortable grunt, he said, "Uh, no, that's okay.  I'll
pass."
	"If you get hard while watching us," Jason said, "You have to get
undressed, okay?  After all, we got her all dressed up, just so you'd
feel like you were watching a straight porno tape."
	"Uh ... well ... umm ..." then, Jeremy stood up, dropped his
jeans and let his boner spring up against his belly.  "Fuck, it was
beginnin' to hurt, anyway."
	Shouts of glee filled the room.
	"Now I bet you're glad you went to the store commando," Jason
said.
	"All right, Jeremy!  You're awesome, dude," Ryan shouted.
	"Okay, pussy boy," Jason said, "time to eat."  He snapped his
fingers and pointed to the spot between his spread feet.
	As Tyler knelt, he looked up at his dad and asked, "Master, can I
also call you Daddy?  I get a shiver every time Ryan ... Master Ryan
calls Lyle Daddy.  It's so personal ... so intimate.  I'm only telling
you all this so you'll know why I want to and ... why ... it would be a
... punishment, not to be able to."
	Jason looked to Kevin for advice since he was the only true
"master" in the group.
	"Excellent question, slave girl" Kevin said.  "We will allow it,
for the reasons you expressed but as you mentioned, we can also use it
as a punishment."
	"Thank you sir," Tyler said.  "Permission to begin, sir."
	"Permission granted," Jason said.
	"Thank you, Daddy.  I love you and I love sucking your cock.  It
is FROM this cock that I was conceived.  It is TO this cock that I owe
my allegiance.  If my blowjob is unacceptable, I deserve to be
punished.  If I please you, then being allowed to suck your cock is
reward enough."
	I watched Kevin's cock bounce with urgent need as he listened to
Tyler.  From personal experience, I knew Kevin loved to hear
submissives grovel.  I, for one, always hated being MADE to do it but
listening to Tyler extol the wonders of his father's cock made mine
harden even more.
	Tyler sucked Jason's cock to the root several times before he
said, "I love the taste of your pre-cum, Daddy.  If I'm ever in the
desert and starving for food and water, I'll remember the taste of you.
It will make my mouth water and I'll survive just so I can come back
and suck you some more."
	He made lusty love to his dad's cock for a while longer.  "Fill
me with you cum, Daddy, so I'll never, ever be hungry again.  Your cum
will become a part of me and I'll be as strong as two men."
	Jason looked at the rest of the men in the room.  His smile was
one of pride for what Tyler was saying and one of joy for how it was
making him feel--not only about himself but for his son.  Closing his
eyes, he tilted his head back.  It was a sure sign Jason was close to
cumming.
	"Jason!" I said sternly.
	As his eyes opened wide, Jason held his son's head and eased him
off his boner.  Jason was wracked with a need to cum but knew he had to
deny Tyler this load as part of the boy's training.
	Disbelief was the first expression to register on Tyler's face
but it quickly changed to agony over being deprived of his reward--one
he had worked so hard for--both verbally and physically--and rightfully
deserved.  Tyler's expression changed to understanding and ultimately
to resignation as he realized it was a Master/slave learning lesson.
	Gruffly, Jason said, "Take care of Zack."
	That particular order was cruel because Jason knew Tyler was so
in need for the taste of cum by that time but he also knew Zack was
still experiencing dry orgasms.  Basically, Tyler would work hard for
no immediate reward.  Having to service an eleven-year-old boy would
also serve as an exercise in humiliation for Tyler.
	"Thank you, sir.  It's an honor to do your bidding."  Tyler
crawled on his knees to sit on his haunches in front of  Zack,  "Sir,
might I have the honor of sucking your dick?"
	Zack beamed at being called 'sir' and his cocklet quivered in
anticipation.  Then his smile transformed into a scowl.  "You didn't
say please."
	"A thousand pardons, sir.  I was so excited at being offered the
opportunity to taste such a precious jewel, I forgot my manners.  How
might I make it up to you, sir?"
	"Before you can suck my cock, you have to suck all the peanut
butter off everyone else's."
	"Your wish is my command," Tyler said, bowing his head.
	"But you can only lick it off.  You can't put their whole cock in
your mouth.  No goin' up and down."
	"I understand, sir.  I cannot derive pleasure from it for myself."
	"Yeah," Zack said in a tone that implied that he wasn't sure if
that was okay or not.
	Tyler began with Coach who was standing to the right of Zack.
"May I have permission to clean your cock, sir?" Tyler asked.
	After being given permission, he began cleaning off the peanut
butter.  When he was done, Tyler backed away and rested his butt on his
haunches again.  Although it was not prearranged, everyone side-stepped
to their left until Jamie, the next one in the circle was in front of
Tyler.  Again, he asked for and permission was given to lick the peanut
butter off the cock in front of him.  When the circle was cleaned, Zack
was standing in front of Tyler again.
	"Might I have the pleasure of sucking your jewel, sir?" Tyler
said as he got back to Zack.
	"Kiss my ass," Zack said, barely able to stifle a boyish giggle
at saying the phrase, then he stepped into the center of the circle
with Tyler.
	"Thank you, sir" Tyler said. "May I have permission to kiss your
hole the way it deserves to be worshiped?"
	"Permission granted," Zack said in the same lordly tone Jason had
used earlier.  "But I'll keep turning so everyone gets a chance to
watch you ... to make sure you're doing it right."
	"Thank you, sir.  I have much to learn and welcome any
criticism."
	As Tyler attacked Zack's asshole with fervent abandon, I looked
furtively around the room.
	Coach was standing next to Jamie with his fat cock in his hand,
stroking it lightly.  It was shorter than most of the guys' in the
room but it was still about five inches long.  Coach watched with
fascination as his son squealed with delight at Tyler's tongue action.
	Next to Coach, Jamie's knees were slightly bent, his hips thrust
up and out and he was actively stroking his boner.  He knew well
enough not to cum so I didn't say anything to him.  I knew he'd get
close and back off.  Every once in a while he'd grab his nuts and
squeeze hard to keep from cumming.  On an earlier occasion, I had
watched him do that for over four hours before he finally shot his
load--one Ryan and I had cleaned up with our tongues.
	Kevin and Lyle were lazily stroking each other's cocks and their
movements looked like they were familiar--very familiar--with each
other's stroking preferences.
	I knew Lyle and Kevin had become close friends, but I wondered,
now, just how close.  It was apparent to me that Kevin had spent a lot
more time with Lyle than I had in the last few months.
	Next to Lyle was Roger, Zack's friend from the library.  I had
only met Roger once.  Zack had somehow managed to get the library's
janitor a part-time job at the school, working for Coach.  Roger and
little Zack already had a history having sex together before I met them
the day before Ryan got beaten up, so I was especially interested in
Roger's reaction to all this.  I wondered if he would be jealous or
possessive ... or surprised at Zack's apparent zeal in being included
in grown-up games.
	Standing next to Roger was Brad, Jeremy's older brother and one
of Kevin's "trainees".  Since Brad was usually the submissive, in
circles like these, he was standing awkwardly with his legs apart in
his 'submissive' stance.  His arms dangled lifeless by his side.  His
hands twitched nervously, unaccustomed to being anywhere other than
with his fingers intertwined behind his head.  His drooping cock jumped
involuntarily as he watched Tyler eating Zack's ass.  I knew Brad had
strong desires for young boys--really strong desires--so I was pleased
to see him taking deep breaths in an attempt to curb his overwhelming
desire to rape the boy.  'Like father, like son,' I thought.
	Jason finished off the circle, standing between Brad and where
Zack had been standing.
	Since Zack was bent forward to give Tyler better access to his
ass crack, Zack's head was right in line with Roger's crotch.  Roger
placed a hand on Zack's head to ruffle his hair.
	Zack looked up and smiled.  Then he reached over, grabbed Roger's
cock and pulled the old man toward his mouth.  Sitting on the sofa, I
was at a perfect angle to see Roger's ebony bone slice Zack's luscious
lips like a knife halving a Ruby Red grapefruit.  It was just as juicy,
too, as Zack slurped saliva all over the pendulous appendage.
	I wondered how old Roger really was.  The short curly hair was
stark white against his dark brown skull but his mustache and pubic
hair were still salt and pepper.  His skin was dry and wrinkled but his
abdomen was still tight and rippled.  All day, I had admired his butt.
It stuck out behind him high and wide--'solid enough to rest a
cafeteria tray on,' I thought.
	"Cock slave," Zack said, imperially, "you need to be fed at both
ends."
	"Yes, sir, I do," Tyler said as Zack stood upright and turned
around.
	"Do you think you can handle this?" Zack asked as he slapped
Roger's cock in the palm of his hand.
	With lust in his eyes, mixed with a hint of fear, Tyler said,
"Yes, sir, if that is your desire."
	"Suck him," Zack ordered.
	Ryan watched quietly from the recliner as Zack "mastered" Tyler.
I knew Rascal was compartmentalizing this experience in some diabolical
file folder in his brain.
	Tyler's jaw dropped, probably from astonishment.
	Although Zack had cleaned the peanut butter off Roger earlier, he
had--as far as I knew--never had sex with a black man.  I looked at
Jason to see if he wanted me to intervene.  Jason stared at his son, to
see what he would do ... or say.
	Tyler crawled over and without using his hands, slurped the
eggplant shaped head of Roger's purple-black cock into his mouth.  As
soon as he was moving up and down on the semi-soft tube, Zack stepped
behind Tyler, pulled down the back of his lace panties--Taylor's
lace panties, actually--and with a quick jab, Zack speared Tyler's ass.
	From the comfort of the lounge chair, Rascal said, "Oh man, you
are one wicked cock slave.  You take every humiliation forced on you
and love it, don't you? Fuck!  You thought you were gonna get that big
fat anaconda up your ass but now your ass is aching for it because
Zack's just got a teaser of a cock up there.  Ain't that right?"
	Zack smiled at Rascal.  Somehow, Zack knew he wasn't being put
down for his size--or lack thereof--but being praised by Ryan for this
diabolical "turnabout" of what Tyler THOUGHT he was going to get.
	"Suck it good," Ryan said, "and I might let Daddy and Roger fuck
you at the same time."
	Tyler shivered with delight.  He was probably thinking, 'Being
double-fucked, even if it IS physically impossible would be awesome!'
	Zack's cock was so short, he was barely able to penetrate Tyler's
ass ring but he made a valiant effort until he finally quivered through
a climax.
	"Pop, you want to fuck him?" Zack asked Coach.
	"Sure, that's what I heard we're here for.  But I've got one
request."
	"What's that?" Tyler asked.  "You have but to command, sir.  I am
your willing slave."  Then he pressed his palms together, fingers
pointing upward and bowed his head in supplication.
	"Suck Ryan while I fuck you.  Ever since I found out the boy's
gay, I've wanted to see him cum at the hands of someone his own age."
	"Or the mouth of someone his own age," Zack said.  "After Pop
found out about me," Zack said, looking around the circle to see if
anyone was listening, "we had a lot of long chats.  They always ended
with Pop telling me how much he loves watching two young guys getting
it on together."
	Tyler bent over the footrest of the lounger and rested his hips
on it.  That position put his head in Ryan's lap.
	"Ummm, my favorite," Tyler said.  "Master meat."
	"Suck, slave," Ryan commanded.
	Tyler no sooner got his mouth on Ryan's cock before Coach shoved
his "meaty bone" up Tyler's ass.
	"Huumph!" Tyler grunted from the sudden intrusion.  There was
such a difference between the pinkie finger-sized cocklet of Zack and
the sphincter-searing girth of coach's boner that Tyler's eyes popped
open from surprise.
	"You want it rough, don't you?" Ryan taunted  "You want Coach to
fuck you so bad, you'll think it's HIS cock cumming in your mouth,
dontcha, cock slave?"
	"Um hum," Tyler said around Ryan's cock.
	As the two of them fucked Tyler's mouth and ass, the rest of the
circle surrounded Ryan's chair.
	Because of the awkward position Tyler was in, he couldn't always
achieve the best angle to deep-throat Ryan's cock so he'd occasionally
gag.  Once or twice, it sounded like he was going to puke.  The third
time it happened, Coach said, "God, I love that sound!  Oh man, that
just makes my nuts boil."  Reaching out to cup Zack's head in his hand,
he pull him to his waist, and said, "My boy, here, gags on my boner
till tears come to his eyes but he refuses to back off.  He wants to,
someday, be able to deep-throat me.  You think you can help him with
that, boy?"
	"Please, sir," Tyler said, gasping for breath and coughing like
he'd aspirated some spit, "let me try to teach him."
	Looking over his shoulder at the father/son tableau, he said, "I
want to please you, sir, and if it pleases you to have your beautiful
son deep-throat you, I'd be honored to teach him.  Master Rascal has
taught me well--even if I wasn't a good student and deserve to be
punished--but I can try."
	"Cock slave has my permission to teach Zack," Ryan said
imperiously, "but not today.  However, even THINKING you are qualified
to teach Zack ANYthing is presumptuous, therefore, so you need be
punished.  Each of us will have to SPANK some sense into you."
	Tyler's eyes rounded in surprise.
	Jason, standing near where I was sitting on the sofa whispered,
"I don't think he's ever been spanked before.  I know I haven't and I
can't believe Sherita ever did."
	"You're his master.   You can stop it if you want," I whispered
	"I'm new at this master stuff.  I ..."
	"Make a decision, now," I said forcefully, "before it makes Kevin
look bad.  Yes or no?  Stop or go?" I hissed.  "I'm not gonna make this
decision for you."
	Smacking Rover's ass, Kevin ordered, "Rover, I want you on all
fours in the center of the room.  We don't have any sawhorses here at
the cabin, so you will have to support Tyler's weight."
	Brad and Jeremy's dad said, "Thank you, sir."
	Continuing to whisper, Jason said, "I can stop it if I see it's
getting too rough on him, right?"
	"Now, you're thinking like a master.  Test their endurance but
stop it before they cave," I encouraged.
	"How will I know?" Jason asked, pain audible in his voice.  It
was pain of a father wanting to see his son become a man but not
wanting to witness the lumps and bumps or the scrapes and scratches
that come with it.
	"He has his safe word," I reassured Jason.
	"But he won't use it ... not in front of all these guys--
especially Zack."
	"Give Tyler credit for one thing," I said. "He might be proud but
he's not a fool.  If the pain becomes too unbearable, he will use his
safe word just to prove to Zack that it's okay to wimp out sometimes.
Tyler sees himself as much of a mentor to Zack as Rascal was to Tyler a
several months back.  He'll do the right thing."
	"God, I hope so," Jason prayed.
	"Besides," I whispered to Jason, "If Tyler doesn't stop the
spanking, Ryan, Kevin or I will.  Ryan won't let his best friend suffer
and Kevin and I know the signs to look for, so he's safe."
	"Okay," Kevin said, pointing to each of us as he counted to
himself.  "There's thirteen of us but Rover and Tyler are out of the
count, so ... let's see ... ten, not counting myself.  Ten times ten is
a hundred."
	I watched Jason's eyes widen in surprise, then they swerved over
for a quick glance at Tyler who didn't show any concern at all.
	"Think you can handle a hundred lashes of the hand?" Kevin asked,
like he was baiting Tyler.
	I was glad Kevin wasn't going to use the paddle.  I think that
would have been way too rough on a beginner.  At least, with the hand,
the ones applying the spanking get to feel pain in their palms as well,
which usually helps reduce the impact of the last four or five swats.
	"Yes sir," Tyler said.  "If not, I will use my safe word, sir."
	"Very well then, youngest to oldest," Kevin said.
	I think I understood his reasoning.  To be spanked by someone
younger was an exercise in humiliation for Tyler.  Additionally, Zack
would not have a very powerful swing and, therefore, would merely warm
Tyler's behind for the next guy.  However, if Zack was forced to wait
until the end, he might have worked himself into a frenzy and his
inexperience might have caused Tyler damage--unintended or not.  Lyle,
Jason and I, being last, could take it easy on Tyler if he refused to
use his safe word but was still capable of being spanked.
	"Zack," Kevin said, "you're gonna use the flat of your hand and,
using both cheeks, you're gonna spank him on different spots with each
swat.  But most important," and Kevin hesitated to make sure he had
Zack's full attention, "... you don't have to spank him at all if you
don't want to."
	"Zack," Tyler pleaded, "please spank my butt, sir."
	Zack looked at Coach for permission.
	"You've had your fair share of spankings, so I guess it's only
right that you learn how to apply them," Coach said.
	Zack's eyes lighted up with excitement.
	"Rover, move your feet apart so our slave can crawl between
them."
	Still on his hands and knees, Rover spread his knees a little and
moved his feet apart so there was a wide V for Tyler to crawl between.
	"Slave, lean over Rover's back."
	Tyler knee-walked into position behind and atop Rover.
	"Okay, Tyler, insert your cock in Rover's ass but don't fuck him.
His ass is just a convenient place to put your hard-on--nothing else.
It's just a matter of putting tab A into slot B, understand?"
	"Yes sir."  Then looking at Ryan, Jason and me--in that order--he
added dutifully, "Yes, Grand Master, I understand."  Pulling the leg
hole of his sister's lace panties to one side, Tyler slipped his hard
cock into the warm inviting recesses of Rover's ass.  Tyler closed his
eyes as it slipped in.  I was sure he was willing himself not to cum.
	 "Can I pull his panties down in the back and spank his bare
butt?" Zack asked impishly.
	"I never spanked you like that," Coach warned.
	"But this is supposed to be sexy for us guys, isn't it?"
	"Pull them just below his cheeks.  Don't take them all the way
off," Kevin said.
	As Zack lowered the back of Tyler's--Taylor's--panties below the
globes of Tyler's ass, Tyler leaned forward to press his "water-filled
condom" boobs against Rover's back, causing the bra cups to stretch to
their full potential.
	On the first "smack" of his hand, Zack yelled, "Ow!  That hurts!"
	"I told you it hurt me just as much as it did you," Coach said.
"Now maybe you'll believe me."
	With each swat, Zack shook his hand to "cool" off the sting.
	Tyler on the other hand wasn't flinching.
	"You okay, Ty?" Zack asked when he was done.
	"I'm fine," Tyler said matter-of-factly.  "Master Ryan, you're
next.  Do you want us to move over there, next to the recliner?"
	"No, I'll come to you." Ryan said without thinking.
	"Stay!" Kevin ordered.  It was more of a command to Rover than
Ryan at that point.  "The Master does not come to the slave, Master
Ryan," Kevin said.
	"Oops, sorry," Ryan said.  "I'm new to all this," he said,
looking around the room at the rest of us.
	"Cock slave," Kevin said to Tyler, "lift yourself onto Rover's
back but don't pull your cock out of his ass.   Rover, crawl over to
Master Ryan."
	Being careful not to buck Tyler off, Rover backed into place so
all Ryan had to do was swing his hand back and smack Tyler's ass.
	"Don't spank too hard," Lyle said.  "We don't want you going to
school Monday with your hand bandaged up like it was in the hospital."
	With disappointment in his eyes, Tyler asked, "Could Master Ryan
use a paddle or a ruler?"
	"Not this time.  He needs to feel the resiliency of your butt
cheeks," Kevin said.  "By the way, cock slave, any spanks you can't
take, Rover will have to endure.  Only his will be doubled."
	"I understand, sir," Tyler said.
	He was a smart kid, so I knew he understood that Kevin was not
only burdening him with the responsibility to protect Rover but Kevin
was also giving Tyler a way out of the beating if he needed it.  Tyler
knew Rover could easily endure twice as many spanks as he, himself,
could.
	After witnessing Zack's response to the first spanking, Ryan's
first swat was rather tentative ... to test the pain to his hand.  The
second, third and fourth were audibly louder while the rest weren't
quite as rough.
	I watched Jeremy as Ryan was spanking Tyler and with every swat,
Jeremy's eyes blinked and his hard-on jerked.  I didn't know if it was
from beatings he remembered from his past or if it was from sexual
excitement.  No matter which it was, a drop of pre-cum oozed out of
his piss slit--which probably was the results of an equal mixture of
physiological and psychological stimuli.
	"Damn, it makes your hand sting," Ryan said.
	"Tell me about it," Zack said, still gently rubbing his palms
together to ease the discomfort.  He was, after all, only eleven--not
as calloused as the adults.
	"Jeremy, sir," Tyler said, "it would be an honor to have you
spank my ass."
	"I'll pass," Jeremy said.
	"Jeremy is passing," I announced, "so Rover will accept twenty
spanks when we're done with cock slave."
	"No, that's not what I meant," Jeremy argued.
	"Please," Tyler pleaded.  "Master Ryan loves you in ways no other
man can.  Please spank me so I can show my master how much I love you,
too."
	"I don't want ANYONE to get spanked," Jeremy clarified.
	"But I WANT to be spanked," Tyler whined.  "It's ... it's fun.
My dick's so hard right now, it aches."
	Rover nodded his head to agree.  He had Tyler's boner up his ass
and I'm sure it jerked inside his bowels every time Tyler received a
swat.
	Hearing Tyler say the word 'dick,' convinced me he was feeling
good, so I tried using psychology on Jeremy.  After all, on the trip to
the store for ice cream, he had accused me of using it.  "Jeremy does
not want to spank you, no matter HOW much pleasure you might derive
from it.  As I recall, I told you we might withhold something you
enjoy, just to torture you all the more."
	"Yes, Master Dick," Tyler said.  Then as if realizing what I was
doing, Tyler added, "I understand I am not worthy to love someone as
important to Master Ryan as Jeremy is.  I only wanted to honor him for
loving my master the way he does.  I understand, now, that it was
selfish of me.  Please find another way to punish me, so Rover won't
have to take my spanking."
	"I'll spank Tyler in place of Jeremy," Brad said, "if I can still
get my swats, too."
	"Brad, you're not helping," Jeremy said.
	"You were never spanked ... at least, not by Dad," Brad shouted.
"I was the one who got the spankings.  If your fosters spanked you, so
what?  Why punish Tyler because of some misguided hang-ups you have.
It's obvious he's enjoying it."
	"How can anyone ENJOY a spanking?" Jeremy asked.
	"The same way they can enjoy butt fucking.  The same way they can
enjoy choking on a horse cock like Spunky's."
	Jeremy had seen it on numerous occasions but, in spite of
himself, he looked over at my crotch.  My cock was at its full eleven
plus inches, just from watching the spanking so far.
	"Spunky," Brad asked, "can I gag on your cock, just to prove a
point?"
	"Gag all you want.  I'm next to last in line to spank the slave,
so I've got plenty of time."
	"Spunky," Jeremy whined, like he was looking for some support.
	Apparently, not wanting to interrupt the debate, Brad stayed
where he was.
	"Either YOU spank Tyler or Rover pays for it," I said, not giving
an inch.
	"But ..."
	"Don't worry, Jeremy," I said, "your dad loves a good spanking as
much as Tyler does.  It won't be a hardship in any way for him to get
twenty swats."
	"Forty," Brad said.  "If Jeremy's passing, I'm passing, too."
	"That's not fair," Jeremy whined.
	"That's not fair," Tyler moaned, "I'm losin' my hard-on, here,"
Then, looking around the room at his friends, he said, "Jamie, you're
younger than Brad, so you're next.  Please spank me ... sir."
	"Rover, move over to ..." Kevin started to say.
	"Wait!" Jeremy shouted.  "I'll do it.  God!  I don't know why but
I'll do it."
	I didn't know if Jeremy was doing it because Tyler wanted him to
or because he didn't want his father to "enjoy" the pleasure of it.  I
was just glad Jeremy chose to participate even if he WAS coerced.
	With each smack, Tyler said things like, "Oh god, that makes me
so hard!" or "Rover, can you feel the vibration of that swat through my
cock?"  It didn't occur to me Tyler was counting to himself but when
Jeremy was done, Tyler said, "Thank you for loving Master Ryan enough
to spank me, Master Jeremy."
	"Oh no!  No way am I going to be your master."
	"Okay," Tyler chuckled, "but you spanked me so good you just
about made me cum."
	"You better not," Kevin said.
	"But, Master, every swat on my ass forces me to fuck Rover's ass
--even if it's only a little bit.  I can't help it!"
	"You heard me.  You are NOT to cum until your master tells you
to."
	"Yes, sir," Tyler said sullenly.
	"Jamie, you're next, I guess," I said, not wanting Tyler to have
a chance to cool off--either his ass OR his cock.
	"Sweet!" Jamie said energetically.  "This little fucker's been
nothing but a prick tease to me ever since I met him.  Now it's payback
time."
	He said it as menacingly as he could but his implied malice
wasn't very convincing.
	"Jamie," I said, "stand so Tyler can suck you while you spank
him."
	"ALL RIGHT!" Tyler shouted.  Then, in a more subdued tone, "Thank
you, Master Dick, for the privilege of sucking Jamie.  He is a good
friend of my master, Ryan, and I want to make my master happy by making
his friends happy."
	As I had anticipated, the bent-over position I put Jamie in
caused every smack on Tyler's ass to force his cock in and out of
Rover's ass all the more.  I knew, too, that Tyler got really horny
when he was sucking a cock, so the three mixed together must have been
pure torture for him--sucking, fucking and, of course, the spanking.
	'Hell,' I thought, 'just thinking about it is making me drip.'  I
scooped some up on my fingers and sucked it off.
	"Master Ryan," Tyler said when Jamie was done spanking him,
"should I have some ice on my butt?"
	Ryan looked at me, then Kevin.  Kevin shook his head 'no.'
	"Brad, you're next.  Are you gonna pass?"
	"Hell no!  That boy's got the most spankable ass I've ever seen.
I was only gonna pass because Jeremy was bein' such a dick."  Then
looking at me he said, "Sorry, Spunky," apologizing for using my name,
Dick, as a derogatory term.
	"Get on with it.  When you're done with Tyler, come over here and
suck my dick."
	"Yes sir!" Brad shouted.
	My request was two-fold.  I didn't want Brad spending a whole lot
of time with Tyler because I was afraid he--not knowing his own
strength--would hurt him.  I also wanted my dick sucked.
	While Brad spanked Tyler, I leaned across the space on the sofa
toward Jeremy and whispered, "Look at Tyler's face.  What do you see?"
	"He's lovin' it.  There's no way he could be fakin' that!"
	"You're right.  I want you to know ... what you did took a lot of
courage but it also means you're one step closer to a better
understanding of yourself."
	"How do you mean?"
	"You thought spanking Tyler would hurt him.  Instead, it made him
feel more like a man--a man who can endure pain, derive pleasure from
it and thereby endure it for longer periods of time."
	"And that helps me how?" Jeremy whispered.
	"For a very long time, you thought ... having someone touch you
in your private areas would hurt."
	"But Ryan ... and Juanita have already proven it doesn't have to
hurt.  Why do you think ... ?"
	"Pain and pleasure are sometimes confused.  Pain is perceived as
being evil or bad or harmful."
	"Well, it is, isn't it?"
	"Ask any woman who has gone through natural childbirth.  They'll
tell you the pain is terrible but the reward was worth it."
	"But they have a child to show for it.  What will Tyler have?"
	"The satisfaction of knowing he can tolerate it.  Just like with
childbirth, after the birth of each additional child, women usually
tolerate the pain better.  Marines, Navy SEALS and Special Forces
personnel all know how to build up their tolerance to pain."
	"With them," Kevin said, overhearing our conversation, "it's not
only physical pain, like tired muscles, scraped skin and broken bones
but there's a mental pain they go through, too.  Divesting themselves
of moral values that they've been taught all their lives and discarding
old family ties becomes a pain to bear."
	"They don't discard their families."
	"Not their families but the way they THINK about their families,"
Kevin clarified.  "If they get captured, they don't let taunts and
threats about their families cloud their thinking.  They stay focused
on enduring the pain.  Their reward will be seeing their families
again."
	"Like if a tormentor threatened to rape a GI's wife or daughter,"
I said, "the GI wouldn't react.  He'd remain focused.  When the
tormentors realized their threats didn't bother him, they'd stop making
the threats."
	"Tyler, it appears," Kevin said, "has an innate talent for it.
He can take both physical and verbal abuse and turn it into sexual
energy--a pleasurable energy."
	"Kinda like 'hitting the wall' when you're running," Coach said
thoughtfully, hearing our analogy, "when the endorphins kick in and you
can keep on running."
	"I could use some endorphins here," Tyler whined.  "My ass is
starting to sting."
	I could see Kevin doing a mental count.  Five guys, fifty spanks.
He would let Tyler rest, just until the sting went away.  Then the
fathers would take their turns.  I knew all too well that once the
spanked butt had a chance to rest, it would hurt all the worse when the
spanking resumed.
	"Are you hard, cock slave?" Kevin asked, to delay the spanking.
	"Yes, Master Kevin."
	"Show me."
	Tyler grimaced, knowing he'd be tortured from the pleasure as he
eased his cock out of Rover's tight confines.
	"Is that cum or pre-cum?" Kevin snapped.
	"Pre-cum, sir.  I would never defy you, master.  I want only to
please you so I can learn how to better pleasure Master Ryan."
	'Well,' I thought, 'at least he's honest!'  Tyler didn't realize
his remark might have hurt Kevin's feelings--a master's feelings--by
implying Tyler was only using Kevin to please Ryan.  I made a mental
note to discuss with Tyler the value of not saying too much.  I spread
my legs to make room for Brad to kneel between them.
	"Start fucking Rover but don't cum," Kevin commanded.
	"Yes, master," Tyler said, rolling his eyes like he wasn't sure
he'd be able to keep from cumming.
	Brad wolfed down my boner to the pubes without choking.
	I watched Rover clench his butt cheeks as Tyler slid in, just to
give his channel more resistance.  Most guys would loosen up.  Rover
enjoyed the pain.
	Turning to Jeremy, I asked casually, like Brad wasn't even
blowing me, "You holding up okay?"
	"Yeah, I'm okay, I guess.  I mean, I thought all this was gonna
be weird S&M shit but I can see it's really just another way for guys
to have fun.  I could see straight guys having a nude snowball fight if
they could get some girls to join 'em."
	"And the butt fucking?" I asked, not letting him ignore the 'gay'
aspect that I was most worried about.
	"Well, it's not a turn on for me but I've got to admit, it seems
to turn you guys on."
	I wisely didn't point out that he was half-hard and dripping.
Instead, I put my hands gently on the back of his brother's head to
hold him all the way down on my cock while I continued to maintain eye
contact with Jeremy.  His eyes darted in the direction of my hands to
see what I was doing but returned immediately to my face.
	"Uh ... " Jeremy continued, not wanting to question what I was
doing, "I understand the spanking a little better now, too, I think."
	Brad had been held down long enough that he began to lose control
of his gag reflex.  He chuffed, then he gurgled and then actually
released his lip lock so he could wretch out loud.
	"That's what I like to hear," I said blissfully.  Then I lifted
my hand.
	Jeremy was amazed that Brad didn't immediately raise his head off
my boner.  Instead he continued to cough and gag with my cock deep in
his throat.
	Tears spilled and snot began to drain until he had to sniffle it
back because of his valiant exertion.
	"Oh, fuck!" Kevin groaned as he stroked his cock, "That's fuckin'
music to my ears."
	Jeremy's cock plumped to a slightly harder state.
	"Okay, Jason, your turn to spank your son," I said over the noise
Brad was making.
	After the first slap, Tyler wailed, "Awh, FUCK that hurts!"  Then
turning to Kevin, he said accusingly, "You KNEW it would hurt worse by
making me wait, didn't you."
	Ignoring Tyler, Kevin said, "Master Ryan, can your slave tolerate
more pain?"
	Ryan looked into Tyler's eyes and said, "My cock slave loves his
father so much, there IS no pain.  Isn't that right, cock slave?"
	"Master Ryan knows me better than I know myself.  Master Jason,
my father and lover, please spank my ass.  But I beg you, let me
squeeze my balls because the pain is such a delightful pleasure, I'm
afraid I'll cum."
	"No!  You have to learn how to control it with your mind."
	"Yes, sir," Tyler said dutifully.
	Over the next few minutes, Lyle, Coach and I each took turns
spanking Tyler's ass.  Then Coach said, "My cock aches so bad I need to
fuck somebody."
	"Cock slave's ass should be warmed up enough by now.  Take a shot
at it," Ryan said.
	Coach moved in behind Tyler and pushed his fat five-inch boner up
his ass. He had a look of surprise when it went in with no resistance.
	"When Coach is done, I want all of you to drop a load in Tyler's
ass," Ryan said.
	"I have a better idea," Lyle said.
	"What's that?" Ryan asked.
	"Everyone line up at the table and we're all gonna fuck my son's
ass."
	Tyler looked down-hearted but a smile from me reminded him that,
as a cock slave, he didn't get to complain.
	Ryan shouted excitedly, "All right!  My ass has been achin' for a
breakin' ever since I got out of the hospital and all you guys have
been actin' like I'd break or somethin'."
	"Rover, you go first," Lyle said.
	Brad and Jeremy looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders
realizing Lyle must have had a reason for letting their father fuck
Ryan.
	"Fucking Ryan should pretty much finish up the activities for
today," Lyle said.  "Then, we all need to rest up for the long drive
home."
	"What about those of us who aren't driving?" Ryan asked.  "We've
got lots of cum to dump."  Then, seeing Zack had a sad face, Ryan
asked, "What's wrong?"
	"All you guys can shoot sperms.  I can't.  How come I can't make
a wet cum like all the other guys in my class?" Zack asked.
	"Boys mature at different times," Jason said, looking over at his
son, apparently hoping he would reassure Zack that he, too, had been a
late bloomer.
	"Yeah," Tyler said, "I was almost fourteen before I got wet
orgasms."
	"But I was squirting six times a day when I was eleven," Ryan
said in a reassuring tone rather than a bragging one.
	"I have a theory about that," I said, shifting my left hip on the
sofa a little to get a better view of the action.  It also made Brad,
who was still sucking me, have to work all the harder to deep-throat
me.
	"It's nothing official, but I think a lot of it has to do with
the environment in which you're raised."
	"Whaddya mean?" Zack asked.
	"Well, Ryan knew early on that he was gay.  He talked it over
with his dad ..."
	"Mom, too," Ryan said defensively.
	"True," I acknowledged, "but it was your dad who allowed you the
freedom to educate yourself all about sex and sexual things ... both
gay AND straight."
	"So?" Zack asked.
	"It meant Ryan could freely think about sex as much as he wanted
to.  It helped jumpstart his hormones early on.  Tyler, on the other
hand, wasn't so lucky."
	"How come?"
	"His mom wanted him to be a good Catholic boy and not think about
sex."
	"And to think about it as dirty when he DID think about it,"
Jason added.
	"And get guilty feelings if I did," Tyler said in a tone that
implied he needed to break out of slave mode to help a friend.  "There
were times when I'd have nightmares about getting a hard-on during
Mass.  In the dream, Mom would make me stand in front of the whole
congregation and show them my tented pants."
	"That's not a nightmare," Ryan snickered. "That's a dream come
true."
	"The nightmare comes next.  The priest tells me to take off my
pants and show everyone my blasphemous erection."
	"Like I say," Ryan said, "a dream come true."
	"You're just an exhibitionist," Lyle said.  "It would be
traumatic to someone in Tyler's position."
	"But when I dropped my pants ... well, you know how dreams change
without any reason whatsoever?  Well, when I looked down, I didn't have
a peter.  It was gone!  In its place was a crucifix."
	Zack's eyes were wide in astonishment.
	"Oh, man," Jeremy said sympathetically.
	"You never told me about that!" Jason said in the concerned-
parent tone.
	"It scared me so much, I was afraid to tell anyone about it--
even in confession."
	As always, Ryan lightened the mood when he said, "Now THAT'S
something I'd worship!"
	"So you're saying that because I was denied a chance to think
about sex as much as Ryan did, I developed slower?"
	"It's only a theory.  But if you think about sex I think the
brain sends messages to the gonads and they start producing
testosterone as soon as they're mature enough.  If you DON'T think
about sex, your 'nads don't know what they're supposed to do."
	"Like priests--bad example, I know," Ryan said, "but they're not
supposed to think about sex, so their 'nads are suppose to shut down."
	"Like the Pope?" Zack asked.
	"Exactly!" I said.  Then I hedged a little by saying, "... in
theory."
	"Hummm," Coach said, never missing a stoke during the whole
conversation.  "So, if I had a player who needed to perform better ...
one who needed a little more testosterone flowing through his system
..."
	"Are you talking about the 'No sex before the game' theory?" I
asked.
	"Yeah, but if I use your theory in conjunction with 'that other'
theory we're employing," Coach said "I'd have an undefeatable team."
	"The 'BJ for an A' program?" I asked.
	"Yeah," Coach confirmed.
	"What are you guys talking about, Coach?" Jeremy asked warily.
	"I'm not gonna mention any names," Coach said, pulling out of
Tyler's butt and walking over to stand in front of Jeremy, " but I
think you'll know who I'm talking about."  He turned and sat between
Jeremy and me but spoke while looking at Jeremy.  "I've got a student
who's a great all-around athlete but he just doesn't have ... drive
... gumption."
	"You're right.  I think I know who you're talking about and he's
NOT aggressive," Jeremy agreed.  "It's like he knows what he does is
good but he doesn't have the desire to do any better."
	"But ..." Coach said thoughtfully, "if I could get his 'nads
producing more testosterone, he just might GET more aggressive."
	"It's not like he's afraid of gettin' hurt," Jeremy said.  "He
can take a hit on the gridiron just as easily as he takes a slider on
the basketball court."
	"A slider?  I thought that was baseball," I said.
	"When you get knocked down and you slide your butt across the
court," Jeremy explained.
	"Oh."
	"But I'd have to get him thinkin' about sex without him knowing
I'm trying to do it."
	"Why's that?" Jeremy asked in a confused tone.
	"His dad's a Bible thumping evangelist who's tried to coerce me
into allowing him to hold a prayer meeting before each game.  So far,
I've been able to keep him out by playing the Semitism card."
	"Goldberg?"
	 "Right.  But I lose that leverage next year."
	"Because Goldberg's a senior?"
	"Right again."
	"I could profess to be a ... uh ..."
	"No, I'm not gonna have you lie just to make my job easier."
	"But Coach might ask you to drag this guy into a circle jerk once
or twice," I said with a chuckle.
	"Nothing quite that drastic," Coach said.  "Maybe ... slip some
porno magazines in his stowaway ... or ..."
	"What's a stowaway?" I asked.
	"His book bag.  We used to call it a backpack.  My dad called it
a rucksack.  Now it's a stowaway."
	Ryan explained, "It's got circular pockets for CDs and it's
specially designed with padded and combination-locked pockets for cell
phones, PDAs and laptops."
	"Oh yeah, I've seen 'em in the stores."
	"I could do that," Ryan said.  "He's got lunch the same time as
me.  Jeremy could distract him and I could slip it in without anyone
knowing the difference."
	"It's too risky," Lyle warned.
	"Not the way I've got it planned out."
	"Planned out?  We just mentioned it!" Coach shouted.
	"He writes espionage scenarios during class and still pulls all
A's," I explained.  "It's second nature to him.  If I know Ryan, he
already knows by now which magazine, what day and ..."
	"It'll be easy," Ryan said, pushing Tyler's sucking mouth away
from his lap so he could think.
	Everyone had fucked Tyler at that point so he was merely sucking
Ryan because he hadn't been told to stop.  Seeing Tyler's
disappointment, I said, "Come here.  Keep me happy but don't let me
cum and I won't tell you when I'm getting close.  You have to learn
how to read guys' bodies.  Understand?"
	"Yes, Master Dick."  He couldn't help but smile as he thought
about the double meaning of my name.
	I smiled.  I liked the fact that he had chosen to separate Spunky
--his friend--from Master Dick--his master.
	Tyler crawled on his knees toward me, his cock--showing through
the lace panties--throbbed with need.
	"I know who you're talking about.  At least I think I do and we
have identical stowaways," Ryan said.  "I could switch with him during
first period, plant the magazine and switch it back during lunch."
	"What if he looks in your bag before you switch it back?  He'll
know it was you who made the switch," I asked.
	"I won't have any ID in it."
	"We'll discuss it more next week at school."
	While we sat around eating the ice cream that Jeremy and I had
retrieved hours earlier, Tyler asked, "How come I have to pee right
after I cum?  I mean, I just want to roll over and go to sleep and
like ... within minutes, I gotta piss so bad I know I'll pee the bed
if I fall asleep."
	"Yeah, it happens to me, too," Jamie said.  "Even if I just juice
up with pre-cum but don't really cum, I feel like I have to pee."
	"The urethra, you know, your cum tube?" Rascal said.  "When you
pee, it flushes your tubes.  You know how your cum dries up and gets
crusty?  That's what would happen deep inside with all that cum that
didn't make it out.  Then doctors have to use this roto-rooter claw-
like tool and go in through your pee hole backwards and scrape it out.
That thing twirls around at 8000 revolutions a second and it grinds
away your dried cum like a dentist drill.  They have to go all the way
down your cum tube and into those little tubes that lead to your 'nads,
man.  It's a long trip 'cuz those tubes are all bunched up but they're
really long.  After that, they have to inject this purple dye, like
Windex, in there to wash it out.  It's gotta be purple so they can see
how much cum dust comes out when they suck it out with this turkey
baster-like thing."
	"All right, boys, time for bed."
	"Is all that true, Uncle Spunky?" Zack asked wide-eyed.
	"Every word," I said, smiling at Rascal.  "Except the part about
the turkey baster ... oh, and the purple dye ... and the roto-rooter
device ... and the 8000 RPMs."
	"Per second," Rascal said, "not per minute."
	"Go to sleep."
	The next morning we all packed up and drove home.  Lyle, Ryan,
Jamie, Tyler and Jeremy rode together.  Brad and Rover rode with Kevin
because he had somewhere he wanted them to perform. Coach, Zack,  Roger
and Jason rode with me.  Later in the week, I heard Brad and Rover had
a nice long talk during the ride home--a cathartic one.
	About two weeks later I stopped by to visit with Ryan and he
was in the middle of what seemed like a serious discussion with his
mother.
	"Ryan, I'm worried about ..." Amanda said with a certain amount of
hesitation, "the amount of time you and your dad are spending
together."
	"What!" Ryan yelled in disbelief.  "Why?  What's to worry about?
Sons spend time with their fathers all the time!"
	"Ryan," I scolded, hearing his argumentative tone, "let your
mother talk.  Obviously she has something on her mind and I think you
owe it to her to listen--quietly."  I stood up and asked, "Okay if I
make some coffee?"
	"Sure," Amanda said.  "I could use some, too."
	Walking behind Amanda, I put my thumb and forefinger up to my
lips, twisting them, implying to Ryan that he should lock his lips
before he blurted out something incriminating.
	"I know we haven't seen eye-to-eye on ... certain things.
I know you feel your dad is a whole lot more liberal than I am, so you
go to him more often than not.  But I want you to know, you can come
to me, too."
	"Mom," Ryan whined.
	"Just let me finish," Amanda said.  "You and he are doing things
together ..."
	I dropped the plastic measuring cup, spilling coffee grounds
everywhere.
	"For a change," Ryan said defensively.
	"... and I'm all for that.  Even if it means ... well, this isn't
about me.  What I'm trying to say is, between Lyle and ..."
	Seeing Amanda was looking at me, I said, "I think your mom is
feeling left out of the loop a little.  I can't blame her.  Hell,
there was a time when you and I were doing everything together.  Now,
with you spending so much time with your dad, even I feel lonely at
times."
	"Really?" Amanda asked like she didn't think I would have been
excluded under ANY circumstances.
	I nodded in agreement.
	"So what am I supposed to do?  Cloning of humans is illegal,"
Ryan said in an argumentative tone.
	"I'm just afraid now that you've got your license, I'll NEVER
see you.  I love you, honey.  I don't want anything more to come
between us."
	"Not even a girlfriend?" Ryan baited his mother, painfully
reminding her he was gay.
	"Ryan," I warned.
	"Just don't shut me out, is all."
	"Awh, Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was causing you grief.
I promise I'll try to be more aware.  It's just ... my mind's on so
many other things right now."
	"I know, hon.  All I can ask is that you try, right?"
	"I'll more than try," Ryan said, getting up to hug his mom.
	Later that day Ryan told me in private about a plan that he
thought had worked out beautifully but now gave him cause to wonder.
	"According to what Mom complained about today, I guess not,"
Ryan said disgustedly.  "Back when I was recovering, Dad was out of
town and I hadn't had a bath in a couple of days--not that I got
dirty from just lying around.  But anyway, I asked Mom if she would
give me a sponge bath since, at the time, my hand was still in
bandages."
	"You wanted to show off your endowment to your mother?" I asked
stupefied.
	"No!	Well, yeah," Rascal said with a grin.  "You hadn't been
around and Dad was out of town.  I needed to get naked in front of
SOMEbody!"
	"Jesus, Ryan, what did she say?  Or do?"  I asked.
	"She gave me a bath.  You know, it's tough to tell if women get
excited because they don't get hard-ons or whatever that shows, like
guys do.  Although, her nipples got hard.  Does that count?  Do you
think she got turned on playin' with my pecker?"
	"She wasn't playing with it.  She was washing it," I said.
	"It got hard, so I'd say she was playin' with it.  Otherwise, it
would have been all clinical and stuff."
	"You're incorrigible, Rascal."
	"Hey, did I tell you?  Dr. Wasserdyne called last week to talk
to Daddy.  I think he set up a date for them to meet about something."
	"You, I'd imagine."
	"No, Daddy said it was something else."
	"Hummm," I said.  "Well, keep your mom in the loop ... and me,
too.  I'm serious.  I feel like I just don't see much of you anymore."
	"It sounds like you're getting ready to leave."
	"Yeah, gotta go but I'll see you soon."
	"I love you, Daddy Two," Ryan said as I left wondering what Dr.
Wasserdyne wanted to talk to Lyle about.

To be continued.

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