Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2011 08:34:54 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 16 or Rock and a Hard Place by Hans Schreiber

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Rock and a Hard Place

Chapter 16

Indulgences

	The tumultuous events of the prior day and of the current day
culminated in this moment. The loss of my faithful old dog, Sam, the
acceptance of abandonment by my mother, the roller coaster emotions with
William and my father, the indignity of William's old man, and all my
personal inner turmoil boiled to a head. Being held tenderly by my friend,
Scotty, feeling his body against mine, and the soft, loving touch of his
hands on my cheeks resulted in radical abandonment of my inhibitions and
that's when it happened.

      I purposely rose upward to press his soft lips to mine. I kissed a
boy, on purpose, and without guilt. Not just a kiss, however. Oh no, it was
no ordinary kiss. It was an all out expression of passion, meaningful and
expressive. It was a statement to the world and to myself.

	In the very millisecond that our lips touched, the demons were
exercised, the tension in my body relaxed and I melted into him. I shifted
my hands from his back and took his cheeks in my palms in the same manner
he was holding me. We slid our noses side to side as we compressed our lips
ever closer and more deeply into one another. Simultaneously, we closed our
eyes and multicolored sparkles danced behind my eyelids. I held him there,
our lips pressed firmly together for a time and then ever so slowly, I drew
his full, soft, lower lip between my lips and held it gently between my
teeth, caressing it from side to side with the tip of my tongue. I mentally
charted each ridge and rill of his captive lip while my tongue explored its
soft, sensual surface. Then, I let it slip from my control and broke the
kiss just briefly, only to immediately reengage his soft lips once more and
probe the entrance of his beautiful, perfectly shaped mouth with my
erotically sensitive tongue.

	Scotty became a willing participant as he parted his lips, opening
the gate to my exploratory probing into the regions beyond his soft, moist
lips. I was either Lewis or Clark undertaking an expedition into dangerous
and unknown territory. This time, I was making the advances instead of
giving in to them. Instinctively, my libido revved up and my resulting
erection strained against his equally aroused boyhood. I pulled myself into
him with my hands and probed deeply into the recesses of his welcoming
mouth, moaning ever so slightly as my tongue rolled over his. He sucked me
in and held me deep within his moist cavern. As he relaxed his hold on my
invading tongue, I let it trace randomly across the roof of his erotic
cave, tickling the ridged palate and gums. Together, we initiated a slow
dance with our tongues, rubbing, tickling, and swirling. I slipped mine
beneath his and flicked at the piece of skin tethering his long sensual
tongue to his mouth. It reminded me of the same kind of thing on the
underside of my dickhead that feels so good when it's touched.

      I retreated and he pursued with a vengeance into my mouth. I sucked
and nibbled on his soft, probing tongue. The tiny bumps and ridges danced
with delight at the stimulation. He flicked the tip of his long, pointed
tongue over the roof of my mouth sending ticklish chills coursing through
me. Then he laid his long tongue over the top of my wide, flat one and I
curled mine around his. He began a rapid fucking motion into the resulting
receptacle, driving us both mad with intense anticipation.

	Finally, after a good tongue fucking, we broke the connection with
an audible smack of the lips. Unable to stand the separation, however, we
plunged immediately back into each other's mouths with greater passion in a
furious encounter. Suddenly, we were kissing wildly with total abandonment
of all pretenses.  Our hands shifted to behind each other's necks and we
pressed against each other firmly, contorting and twisting our heads side
to side to engage every cubic centimeter of our voracious lips and tongues.

	After an extended engagement, we broke apart and I pulled him cheek
to cheek with me whispering into his ear, "Scotty, thank you for being
here. I need you tonight. When you called me about Sam, I was like
... well, it sounds weird, but I was like moved by it. Thank you for
coming."

	Without speaking, Scotty placed both hands on my bare back and
pulled me into a firm, powerful hug. Reaching out with his tongue, he
lifted my earlobe to his mouth and pulled it into his mouth and nibbled
gently on it, sending shockwaves of erotic overload through my body. I
gasped, "Oh my God."

	I yanked his t-shirt upward and exposed his broad, muscular
chest. I pulled it over his head and tossed it aside and thrust my hands
into the waist of his shorts and boxers. I slid them downward over his
firm, round ass and past his strong thighs until they continued dropping
onto the floor on their own. He reciprocated and easily freed me of my
thin, nylon shorts since I had no underwear beneath them. We stepped out of
the clothes at our feet, kicked them aside, and pressed our naked torsos
together as we once more attacked each other's mouths in an audacious make
out session like none I'd ever imagined, even in my wildest fantasies. We
ground our lips and hips together in hungry abandonment, lost in teenage
lust and the fever of youthful rapaciousness. We licked and nibbled and
probed and sucked. Our hands roved from hill to dale, travelling the naked
path from ass to neck and back again gripping and groping, mapping every
inch of enticing flesh.

	Scotty's rigid dick pressed downward against my substantial balls
as my own dick stood upward, wedged captive between our rock hard abs. I
moved my hands deliberately to either side of his sculpted ass cheeks,
gripped the natural handles, and pressed with all my considerable strength,
squeezing our dicks against each other's bodies. His downward curving
pleasure tool ground into my thigh and testicles as my engorged staff
became squished in painful pleasure between our upper torsos. I began a
slow, rhythmic humping action which Scotty quickly reciprocated. We stood
there in the entryway viscerally grunting and grinding into each other,
caveman-like. It was raw and hard - hard as a rock, in fact. Each of us
thrust furiously into the other in an almost angry pounding of our flesh,
battling for the victorious climax.

	Then, simultaneously, communicated through some undetectable means,
we called an immediate truce and cease fire. We each relaxed and pulled
slightly away from the other, panting. Neither of us had the strength to
stand alone, however, so we held onto each other again for support. My
muscles felt as if I'd just finished a challenging wrestling match. We were
panting and sweating profusely, every muscle in our bodies being now at
ease after the ardent sexual battle, save one. Our erections did not relax
but continued to throb and pound, begging for more attention. We made eye
contact and smiled and gave a reactionary chuckle. We kissed tenderly once,
twice, three times and staring into his soft, brown eyes I said, "Come
upstairs to my bed."

	Scotty smiled in agreement and nodded. We broke our bond and
stooped to collect our scattered clothing. He retrieved his duffle bag and
I followed his beautiful, chiseled, naked body up the stairs. Each step,
the muscles in his thighs, calves and buttocks flexed and moved in perfect
unison. He was a masterpiece of human symmetry. I was struck by the lack of
tan lines on his body resulting from the nude sunbathing he engaged in. I
had never realized before this moment that he was evenly bronzed from head
to toe.

	My large testicles bobbed back and upon my thighs as I climbed the
stairs. My balls wondered where their companion, Little Rock had gone. He
was there watching over them, standing at full attention and ready for
action. The cell phone in the pocket of my shorts vibrated in my grasp
startling me from my musings. Once in my room, I retrieved it and read the
message. "Son, caught up in serious matter. Can't come home tonight. R U
all right?"

	I returned the message, "Yes, no worries. Scotty is here for
me. Thanks, I love you."

	"Big relief. I love u2. I will 4ever, no matter what!!" Tears of
joy eked from the corners of my eyes as I watched the most significant "no
matter what" spread his naked body across my bed, still unmade . I turned
my phone off and plugged it in. Doubts and fears of what I was about to do
came, mostly out of habit, but I brushed them aside quickly. Tonight, I
intended to enjoy a guilt free experience with one of the kindest, most
genuine souls I'd ever met. I was all in for whatever may come this night,
no matter what. Scotty read my thoughts, I believe, as he smiled almost
knowingly when I approached the bed. I flipped the switch on the green eyed
monster and he began crooning out tunes to serenade the experience. He led
off with Should I Stay or Should I Go by the Clash. It made me smile as I
thought "Stay, definitely stay."

	I slithered on top of him; our erections pressed between our firm
hips, and began kissing him. I kissed his lips, nose, forehead, and best of
all, his eyelids. I loved how his eyes fluttered beneath the touch of my
lips. His eyes remained closed with a satisfied look of joy on his face as
I moved down his neck, kissing my way en route to the promised land of milk
and honey. He wiggled and giggled as I nuzzled in the crook of his neck and
sucked on him there. The stimulation was too intense for him and twice he
had to shrug me off. I chuckled in the thrill of finding such a powerfully
erogenous zone of his. As I slid lower, my large balls and dick moved into
the crease of his legs. His most treasured equipment moved upward along my
firm abs and I felt the intense heat on my naked body.  Teasingly, I
quickly snuck back up and attacked his sensitive neck again. We laughed
together playfully over it.

	Scotty's hands were massaging and clawing at my back and shoulders
as I kissed and nibbled on him. My next stop was the protruding nubs on his
small pink nipples. I licked and flicked them with my tongue and he moaned
in appreciation. Then I sucked on them in turn, left one first and then the
right.  As I did, they expanded even more. "Bite on them, please," he said
almost breathlessly. I took the little nub between my teeth and nibbled. He
reacted with his entire body beginning a slow gyration from head to toe and
using both hands, he pressed against the back of my head, forcing me deeply
onto his tender, erotically charged nipple. I sucked and bit harder and
harder as he worked himself into a new frenzy, thrusting his dick with
great force into my diaphragm. When he had all he could stand on one tender
nipple, he dragged my head to the opposite side for more pleasurable
punishment.

      Then in a panicked rush, he shoved me off him. He sat up on his
elbows and blew out rapid puffs of air as we watched his arching erection
quiver and throb on the verge of eruption. Slowly, he lowered himself back
down and pulled me back onto him. I slid purposely lower and my genitals
rested comfortably against the tops of his feet. I lifted his hot, rigid
banana in my fingers and studied it carefully. I knew any significant
stimulation of it right now would result in an early ending and so I
reluctantly released it. I fondled and tickled his balls, rolling them
about in their smooth, soft sac while he fiddled with mine using his long
toes. I leaned in and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. As my nose was
now buried into his downy, pubic hair, I breathed in his male aroma,
inhaling deeply. The sweet and sour smell of a young man's sweaty balls
filled my nostrils and aroused me in some base and primal manner. I began a
slow gliding motion over the tops of his feet while I gently tongued the
testicle I had firmly suctioned into my mouth. My legs and feet were
dangling off the end of the bed and it was probably uncomfortable, but I
didn't seem to notice.

      I alternated testicles and each time I pulled another one past my
teeth into my warm mouth, Scotty moaned in approval. He squirmed in delight
as my tongue coursed over the stretched sac, titillating the sensitive
nerve endings so near to the surface. I expelled the testicle out of the
fleshy sac and clenched my teeth on the remaining empty skin. Slowly, I
withdrew, allowing the sensitive, nerve laden ball sac to slip, slowly,
teasingly between my teeth. Each time I did this, he lifted his head from
the pillow to watch in awed appreciation. When the last bit would break
free and collapse back onto his legs, Scotty begged for more. "Do it
again. Dude, I love that." I happily complied by attacking the alternate
testicle and repeating the process. I literally have no idea how long we
carried on this way, but I eventually became aware of my growing "blue
balls" condition.  I'd been erect without release beyond the allotted time
limit and my balls began crying out for relief. I sensed Scotty's meter was
also expired and he shared the same need if not a greater one. I was
grateful I'd already busted a nut at William's house earlier, or I would
never have lasted this long.

      Wanting to pleasure Scotty, in return for the wonderful time he'd
shown me as the host in his bed at his house, I took his wonderfully unique
penis in my fingers and slid the soft, thin sheath up and down over the
full length of it. Then, I licked him from the base of his balls up over
the silky sac and along the full underside of his arching shaft. He
shuddered as I crossed over the hypersensitive ridge of skin under the
head. I repeated this process and he pulled his feet out from under me and
began rubbing them over my ass cheeks and down my thighs, pinching me with
his long toes and occasionally sliding his big toe between the crack of my
ass and wiggling it.

      I peeled his beautiful banana and licked the tip of it
repeatedly. Then, I sucked in the purple head and swirled my tongue over
it. I cupped my wide tongue around it and squeezed the blood from it,
making it smaller and spongy. Quickly it expanded again, firm and hot as
the blood rushed back in. Slowly at first, I plunged down over the arch and
drew his precious fruit into my mouth, cupping my tongue around its
girth. It reached the back of my throat; I relaxed and continued to engulf
its full length until the tip of it was tickling the little dangly thing in
the back of my throat. Scotty was on the verge of eruption and could resist
no longer. He assumed command and grasped my head on either side, and he
immediately engaged in a frantic thrusting action. He pulled me anxiously
up and down over his aching dick, desperate for relief. His head was lifted
off the pillow and he watched in rapt attention, with desperate
determination in his expression as his precious banana appeared and
disappeared into the recesses of my mouth. I curled my tongue to provide as
much cushion and stimulation as possible to his loaded cannon. Green Day
called out the lyrics to Nice Guys Finish Last as he furiously pumped into
me toward his climax.

      After a dozen or so thrusts, Scotty contorted his lips into a
tortured grimace and then shoved himself deeply into the back of my throat
and cried out in ecstatic release. "OHHHHH YES!" he exclaimed as my mouth
was filled with bubbling boy crude. Squirt after squirt of young male
juices filled my mouth and I was enthralled with the look of sheer euphoria
on the face of my wonderful, kind friend. Tonight, the nice guy finished
first. I reveled in the ability to please him so fully and with such
intense satisfaction. Then he fell helplessly back into the pillow and
released his grip on my head. He lay a quivering mass beneath me and heaved
in great lungs full of air. I slowly sucked up and down the length of his
shaft as the final offerings spilled over my taste buds. He lay motionless
but moaned appreciatively with each slithering motion up and down over his
spent member. As his banana slowly turned to mush, I let it slip from my
mouth and rose back up to kiss his precious lips, sharing the remnants of
his tasty offering.

      We shared soft, gentle kisses for a long time while gently stroking
and tickling each other's naked bodies. "You need to cum now," he said in
sudden realization. "What would you like?"

      "Anything," I responded truthfully. I had no preference, but I mostly
wanted to be able to continue sharing sweet, gentle kisses with him while I
achieved my orgasm and decided to tell him so. "How about I just hump
against you to cum, so we can keep on kissing?"

      "Mmmm, nice," he responded. "I love to kiss."

      "Me too, more than I expected I would."

      We smacked lips and smiled and he said, "Roll over for a minute, let
me get something." I reluctantly complied and he slid off the bed, opened
his duffle and retrieved a small bottle of lube.

      I grinned at him and said, "How did you know to bring that?"

      He grinned slyly back at me and said, "I just had a hunch you might
want more than a simple hug tonight." His eyes sparkled and his face was so
beautiful. Before returning, he walked over and turned off the light. I
felt him come back onto the bed before I was able to see him in the sudden
darkness. I heard the snap of the plastic cap and felt the cool, oily
liquid spread onto my warm genitalia. He poured a liberal amount on my
dick, balls and between my thighs. He manipulated my dick back into a full
erection with a mere three strokes. Then he covered his own dick, balls and
thighs with lube. He set the bottle aside and settled again onto his
back. I felt his strong hands pull me back on top of his firm, naked body
and he guided my rejuvenated erection between his thighs and up into the
lower crack of his ass. I felt his slippery balls rolling against my own as
I began a slow, rhythmic slide between his taut, fleshy thighs. He fiddled
with my feet with his feet while I humped into him. I liked that.

      We kissed delicately without tongues for a long time while I slowly
slid Little Rock in and out between his thighs and along his crack. I
concentrated on the intense stimulation provided by his lubed body. Then it
happened. He initiated it, but I was fully willing. He spread his legs and
raised his knees. I heard the cap snap open and felt more cool lubricant
drizzle over my steaming, hot erection. Using his right hand, Scotty spread
the lube over my entire dick and then guided it to his most private of
danger zones. I remembered Dig's large head knocking at the door of my
entrance in the cabin, and now I was there myself about to enter the point
of no return. Dig had pulled away, coming to his senses, but would I? Would
it be sensible or senseless to withdraw? "Should I stay or should I go?" I
said in my head to the tune of the Clash song that had opened our
performance. Scotty was inviting me in and I held the tip of Little Rock
pressed lightly against his quivering entryway, suspended in indecision.

      Scotty sensed my hesitancy and spoke softly, pulling my chest back in
contact with his own saying, "It's okay to put it in. I want you to. I need
you to. Do it for both of us." Then he kissed me sensually.

      "No matter what," I murmured and pressed on beyond the boundaries of
plausible denial. I was all in now. My initial experience of human
intercourse was beyond description as my bulging mass slipped past his
blazing ring of fire. I froze as soon as my head cleared the entry and he
cinched down upon it. He wrapped his arms tightly around my shoulders as
Death Cab for Cutie began singing out of the green eyed monster,

      I want to live where soul meets body,

      And let the sun wrap its arms around me,

      And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing,

      And feel, feel what it's like to be new,

       'Cause in my head there's a Greyhound station,

      Where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations.

      So they may have a chance of finding a place where,

      They're far more suited than here.



      He kissed me tenderly and then with a hand on my ass, urged me on. I
ventured on, slipping further into the tunnel of uncertainty, slowly and
deliberately. Before I knew it, I was fully engulfed within the confines of
my awesome friend's body and there was no turning back. I was in; I was all
in, no matter what. I felt connected to him in a way that was much more
than physical. It was physical, spiritual and emotional all at once, body
and soul. I felt my large balls pressed into his ass, and his were pressed
against my abs. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of being completely
engulfed about the entire circumference of my dick in the silky warmth of
his sexual receptacle. I pressed in deeper, putting pressure on the entire
surface of my throbbing, apprehensive organ. We kissed again and he lured
my tongue into his mouth as deeply and firmly as I was implanted below
within his tight ass.

      Natural instinct overwhelmed me at this point and I commenced fucking
him in short, rapid bursts at first, graduating to longer, and more
deliberate thrusts. In the end, I was wildly humping his ass as our lips
and tongues thrashed up above. The most powerful orgasm of my young life
overtook me as euphoric, blissful sensations prickled every nerve ending in
my taut body. Muscle spasms shook me as I suddenly became aware and even
acutely focused on the background music accompanying my sexual initiation.

      I sang along with the Death Cab chorus, "Where soul meets body." I
sang it out loud and thrust myself deeply into Scotty's body and cried out,
"YESSS!"

      Again, I sang out with Death Cab, "Where soul meets body," as I
reached as far as possible into Scotty's inner soul and released a portion
of my own soul with a guttural animalistic cry.

      Gasping for a breath, I concluded the chorus with singing out, "When
soul meets body." I endeavored to powerfully bond our bodies to our souls
with a third and final deposit of my essence of life within him. Then, I
collapsed onto him in complete exhaustion, panting and sweating.

      While I lay there in the recovery phase of the intense experience,
Death Cab finished their song,

      	And I do believe it's true that there are roads left in both of our
shoes,

      	But if the silence takes you then I hope it takes me too.

      	So brown eyes I hold you near,

      	'cause you're the only song I want to hear.

      	A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.



      When it was over, I was completely spent. Scotty lifted his legs and
wrapped himself around me. He caressed my back and neck and rubbed my
flushed cheeks with his strong, yet gentle hands. We traded staccato
kisses, gently tasting and nibbling each other's lips while I came down off
my intense orgasmic high. At length, Little Rock slipped from the
satisfying warmth of his inner sanctum and I rolled off of Scotty. We lay
side by side and smiled appreciatively at each other. We wrapped our arms
around one another and snuggled in tight. Residual juices spread between
our bodies and glued us together. The last thing I saw that night was his
large, soft, brown eyes squinting joyfully at me.

      I woke the next morning to the sound of birds singing outside my
window. I was entwined with Scotty's naked body and he was breathing
deeply. I smiled in satisfied reminiscence of our big event the night
before. It had been perfect, beyond expectation. No first experience could
have been more satisfying and to my great relief, I felt no guilt. I'd
opened the box and let the monster out, and he was no longer there to
berate and abuse me. I was what I was and I could admit it freely. What I
shared with Scotty was powerfully fulfilling. I was physically and
emotionally attracted to him and I could not and did not want to deny
it. No more denial for me. I would live and love in complete honesty from
now on, I decided. I had indulged myself and found a new freedom and self
awareness. At last, I was free to live and to love without guilt.

      I wondered to myself if I loved Scotty or if my feelings were
something less than love. Certainly, I loved much about him. But, I didn't
know where the line between lust and love fell for certain. I had no
experience in the matter. I appreciated his kindness and gentle manner. I
wondered if I could grow to love Scotty in the way his father loved his
mother. I wondered if he could love me back, or if I would be a passing
fancy, a fond youthful memory. I thought I should only have shared what we
did last night with someone I was truly in love with and deeply committed
to and yet, I felt okay with it. He wanted to give me a special gift and I
wanted to accept it. Whatever became of us in the future, I was glad to
have shared my first experience with someone sweet and kind like him. I
didn't know if we would do it again or if it would be a onetime
experience. I knew in my heart that it was more than mere sex and yet it
wasn't on the plane of unconditional, pure love. I knew somehow, there was
more to love than this, but this was still an incredibly loving experience
we had shared. We were bonded more deeply now, and we had a basis for
continued exploration of our feelings for each other. I smiled to
myself. "Are you going to analyze this to death as though it were a debate
topic?" I wondered if William could fill a file cabinet full of research
and arguments for and against Scotty and me falling in love.

      As I lay there musing, my little friend, Little Rock, became
aroused. I wiggled around enough to allow him to press lightly against
Scotty's hip. The human contact against the sensitive underside of my
dickhead was pleasant. I began writhing in slow motion to send subtle bits
of stimulation through my erection. I closed my eyes and drifted into semi
consciousness until Scotty stirred. I reopened my eyes and found him
staring at me. We smiled. "That was pretty incredible last night," I
said. "Thanks."

      "Hmm, yeah it was nice. And, you're welcome."

      "We should get up and go shower."

      "Mm-hmm," he agreed without meaning it and pressed a light kiss to my
lips.

      The mood was broken by the rapid and repeated ringing of our
doorbell. I sat up and cursed, "OH SHIT! Look at the time. We're going to
be late for school. Who the hell could be at the door?" I jumped up and
pulled on my shorts, then ran down the stairs. I opened it to find a
sweaty, panting, and obviously annoyed Kirk on my doorstep with his
backpack on like a lost child.

      "What the hell?" he asked. "I thought you and Scotty were going to
meet me at the creek and play around together."

      "We kind of slept in. Sorry."

      "I'll say you are. You're both a sorry pair of shitheads. So can I
come in or not?"

      "Oh, sorry again. Yeah, come in." I closed the door behind him and
led him up the stairs.

      When he walked into my room and saw Scotty lying naked in my bed, he
rolled his eyes and said, "Well I see why you didn't make it to the
creek. You had your morning fun right here without me."

      "No, not really," I corrected. "We actually messed around late into
the night and forgot to set the alarm. I'm really sorry about not meeting
you. So did you take care of yourself while you were there?"

      "No, I didn't want to do it alone. I thought I'd probably find you
two here and hoped we'd still have time."

      "We would except my dad isn't home and we're going to have to walk to
school."

      "There's no way we'll make it in time even if we didn't have to
shower," Kirk said.

      Scotty sat up and rubbed his eyes. "We might as well just blow off
first period and write ourselves excuses. Think of a good one, Rock. You're
good with words."

      "How about the truth? We overslept." I suggested.

      "Kind of boring, telling the truth, but probably the best thing to do
in case they try to check out our story," Scotty replied.

      So you want something like, "Please excuse Scotty. He was impaled
last night by a massive sharp stick and considerable effort was required
for its successful extraction."

      "Yeah, that's more like it. Only you need to change it to 'he was
pounded senseless by a blunt instrument and required time to regain his
senses."

      "Just exactly what did you two do last night?" Kirk asked.

      "That's for us to know and you to find out." Scotty said smiling. "So
when do you want to find out?"

      "Now works for me," Kirk said pulling off his pack, shirt and
shorts. Promptly, we were all three naked. I wondered what my dad would
think if he could see us.

      "Since we stood you up, you get to pick what we do together," Scotty
said to Kirk.

      "Hmm, anything?"

      "Sure, why not?" Scotty offered. I wasn't at all sure I wanted to
offer "anything." I was still getting used to what I shared with
Scotty. Suddenly, Kirk felt like an unwelcome intruder, yet I knew there
was no avoiding his inclusion.

      "Then I want you to make me a sandwich."

      Scotty laughed and I was relieved. But I was also very confused by
his request. "A sandwich?" I asked in an amazed tone. "For real, that's
what you want?"

      "Yeah, it'll be awesome."

      "Well, okay, but I don't really know what we have in the fridge
that's edible. We haven't really been shopping since my mom left us and any
lunchmeat might be a little questionable. We have peanut butter and jelly
for sure."

      Scotty and Kirk looked at each other and upon realizing I was
serious, burst into a roll on the floor, pee your pants, gut painful
laugh. I was getting a bit angry by the time they settled down enough to
explain. "He means," explained Scotty, "He wants one of us on bottom and
one of us on top of him and he gets to be the meat in the middle, like a
human sandwich."

      "Ohhh," I said. I felt foolish at my lack of understanding. As the
concept sunk in, a new monster stormed out of the shadows into my brain. He
was green with big yellow eyes and slobbering fangs. His name was
jealousy. I didn't want to share an experience so special amongst three of
us. I didn't want Kirk butting in. I knew if I did this, it would cheapen
my whole first experience with Scotty. It would relegate it to mere
youthful boy lust and meaningless sex for the sake of getting our rocks
off. Yet, I was the outsider here. Kirk and Scotty had been friends before
I came along leaving me between a rock and a hard place. If I tried to
monopolize Kirk, I could lose Scotty. If I engaged in what Kirk wanted, I'd
lose the special nature of last night's experience.

      "So which slice of bread do you want to be, top or bottom?" Kirk
asked.

      "I don't know. I'm not really sure we have time for something that
extensive and still make it for second period. Let's just jerk off quickly,
shower, and head to school. Maybe we can be a sandwich another time."

      Kirk looked seriously disappointed and his annoyed look
returned. "Great. You two have all the fun and I get screwed."

      "Actually," Scotty said, "We had all the fun and you DON'T get
screwed. Kyle's right, though, we don't have time for much more than a
quick jerk while we shower."

      Kirk didn't find it very funny, but I sort of did.

      "Hey, look, I got an idea," I offered. We can go use my parent's
shower. It's huge and has two shower heads. We can all fit and do a mini
circle jerk and then head out."

      "All right," Kirk reluctantly agreed, "but only if I get to be
lunchmeat next time we're all together."

      "Deal," we all agreed. I was relieved that the whole sandwich concept
was at least delayed if not permanently avoided. We raced naked to my
parent's master bathroom, dicks flapping and I got both shower heads going
and set to warm. We climbed in and soaped each other up. It was nice clean
fun with no emotions attached. We grabbed and groped a bit and waggled
boners against one another. We were giggling like little kids. We had just
latched onto each other's bones to complete the task. I began stroking
Kirk's while Scotty did mine when I thought I heard something.