Date: Wed, 05 Jun 2002 14:28:21 -0400
From: readersstop@netscape.net
Subject: POP Section 7 (LJB)(MM BB con 1st anal oral slow)( 7/14)

The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author.
If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther.
This is a story about the inter-relationships of males of differing ages.
It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.

Pop

Chapter 14

On the Friday before Christmas, after the boys arrived home from school to
start their Christmas Holidays, we had a little Christmas gathering in our
apartment with Betty Grolier.  After she left, we did not expect to see or
hear from her again until we were into the New Year.  Once again the best
of plans often don't work the way you expect.

"Hello, Betty."  I responded to a call to the phone on Saturday evening.
"I certainly wasn't expecting to hear from you."

"Well, I didn't expect to be talking to you either, David," she replied,
"except I have a very unusual situation on my hands and you're the only
person I could think of to call."  I noted the stressed and serious tone in
Betty's voice.

"What can we do for you, Betty ?"  I asked, cutting directly to the point
of the call.

"David, I am monitoring a thirteen year old boy," she explained, "who saw
his Mother murdered with a hammer by his deranged Father this evening.  He
has a nine year old brother who was not there at the time.  These boys have
no one in the world.  There are no relatives, or close family friends.  If
I put them into the system, they will be separated and they desperately
need each other right now.  Greg, the thirteen year old, would not get the
therapeutic support for weeks which he is needing right now.  A good foster
home, even if I had one which could accept two boys, would not be able to
appreciate the problems attached to this.  I know it's an imposition even
at a normal time of year, much less four days before Christmas, but I need
your help, David.  These boys need you.  Would you consider taking them
into your family for awhile ?"

I knew from what Betty was saying, this would be a very difficult time for
these boys and she was right, they did need to remain together.  It was
vitally essential.  This was not a decision I could take on myself though.
There were five of us who lived here and only if the others were willing
could I agree.

"Betty, can you call me back in five minutes ?"  I asked.  She agreed and
after hanging up the telephone I called our three boys and Dex together in
our lounge area.  I told them all the essentials of the situation,
reserving the specific details for Dex until later.  Timmy and Tom looked
crestfallen and glanced nervously at each other.

"Does this mean we have to leave ?"  Timmy asked hesitantly.  I was
stunned.  It had not occurred to me for some time the boys were still
concerned about their place here.

"Absolutely not."  Dex stated forcefully.  "This is your home."  He turned
to me for assurance.

"Pop told us, we would try it out for awhile and see if we all liked it."
Tom replied.

"I'm sorry guys."  I told them.  "When no one said anything further, I just
went ahead and thought it was settled.  As far as I'm concerned, this is
your home for as long as you want to be here."  They looked at each other
and then charged over to me from their seats, embracing me in a huge hug.
The hug shifted over to include Dex as well.

"We weren't sure, Pop."  Tom spoke to me softly.

"We love you guys."  I assured them.  Your home is with me......with us.
Just remember who you belong to."

"Yes, Sir."  they each responded coming to attention and then broke into
laughter, their faces bright and smiling.  We then quickly discussed the
pending situation and all four were very clear in their agreement to have
the new boys join us.  When Betty called back, I told her and she sounded
greatly relieved, arranging to bring them over within half an hour.


Chapter 15

When the buzzer rang, I went down in the elevator to admit Betty and our
two new residents.  What I found at our front door was not what I had
expected.  Betty stood outside the glass doors with a young boy clinging to
her waist, wailing out a mournful lament which was somewhere between crying
and a droning howl.  There was not a tear in his eyes, but he was so
focused on producing his mournful wail, he was unable to stop.  The second
boy, very similar in appearance to the first, but obviously older from his
size, stood beside her, staring straight ahead, silent, seemingly uncaring,
or more likely unaware of the ruckus being vocalized by his sibling.

"How long has this been going on ?"  I asked Betty after she had guided
them into the entryway.

"Brian's been howling about three hours."  she replied.  "Greg called 911
when everything happened, but was in this state when the police arrived and
has been the same ever since."  I went over to the Snack Bar and drew a
large pitcher of cool water from the sink tap.  Returning to Betty, I
showed her a chair to sit in and lifted the wailing boy onto her lap.  I
lay my hand on the back of Brian's head and tilting it back slightly,
turned it toward me.  Placing the large container to his lips, I started a
slow trickle of water into his mouth.  When sufficient liquid accumulated,
he stopped his wail and swallowed.  At that point I increased the flow
slightly, so he was forced to continue swallowing.  He removed his grip on
Betty and grabbed hold of my arm with one hand and the container with the
other.

I would not allow him to stop the flow totally, but reduced it, so he could
take a breath.  After about ten swallows, I halted the flow.  We had broken
his cycle and Betty then cuddled him protectively.  I poured some water
into a glass and she continued giving him sips of the water to re-hydrate
his throat and relax his vocal cords by swallowing.

I was hopeful snapping Greg out of his semi-catatonic state was going to be
as effective.  Obviously the trauma of what he had seen sent him into shock
and his mind was trying to shut itself down, so he wouldn't have to
remember and face what had happened.  I stood in front of the boy about an
arm's length from him.  Tilting his head, so his seemingly sightless eyes
were directed into mine, I stared back into his eyes for about a minute,
while speaking to him quietly.  Without any indication or warning, I swung
my arms together quickly, so my hands met and clapped loudly right below
his chin.  At the same moment I shouted his name loudly.

He gave a startled jerk and his eyes focused onto me.  There was about a
five second pause and then he began to cry.  I reached out to him and
guided him as he stepped in toward me, placing his head tightly against the
curve between my neck and collar bone.  I wrapped my arms around him
securely and we stood there rocking while he cried intensely.  After two or
three minutes, the intensity of his tears and crying diminished and after
five minutes we were standing silently together, still rocking back and
forth.  Eventually he lifted his head away from the crook of my neck and
hesitantly looked around.  His gaze halted on his brother.

"Where are we ?"  Greg asked, almost in a whisper.  He began to again look
around.  I released the hug I had on him and moved around, but made certain
one of my arms remained in contact with him as I guided him over to where
his brother and Betty sat.

"You are in my Health Club and home."  I answered.  "My name is David
Merrill and this is Ms. Grolier from Children's Services.  You've been
brought here to see if you would like to stay with me and my family."  The
boys looked around.

"Who's your family ?"  Brian asked in a raspy croak, finally finding the
courage to attempt to say something.

"They're upstairs in our apartment."  I replied.  "How be we all go up
there now and meet them ?"  The boys glanced at each other and then moved
along with Betty and me as we walked toward the elevator.  My one arm
remained around Greg's shoulder and he continued to be content to have it
there.  They both seemed more settled now and were starting to interact
with us and the environment.  The elevator took us to the third floor
quickly and we were soon stepping into the apartment.  Dex and the boys
were sitting in the lounge area.  I performed introductions.

"Want us to show you which room is yours ?"  Timmy enthusiastically asked
taking Brian by the hand.  As he moved off the new boys just moved along
with him.  All four were suddenly gone.  While I was downstairs, Dex had
the boys help him set up a bedroom for the new pair, somehow sensing they
should room together.  The question of Greg and Brian staying seemed to be
settled.  Bill, Betty, Dex and I sat in the lounge area.  I felt Bill was
mature enough to hear the truth about what had happened.  We told him and
Dex what had kept us so long downstairs.

"David, I understand about the water and breaking the cycle with Brian,"
Betty commented, "but what happened with Greg ?"

"It was basically the same thing."  I responded.  "Brian was focused in a
physical loop which he couldn't break.  Greg was focused in a mental loop
and that mental concentration needed to be interrupted to allow the emotion
which was driving it to be vented.  He likely slipped into the loop after
he called 911 as a way of coping and withdrawing from the events around
him."

"I take it there will be more to deal with yet."  Dex stated.

"Yes, I'm afraid we may have a few very sleepless nights coming up.  We
likely won't end up sleeping in our own bed some nights, so dig out your
fancy pajamas."  I counseled.  "We will see some anxiety during the daytime
too, so we will have to keep track of how each of them is releasing it.  Be
alert to possible aggressive behaviour from Greg.  Likely toward Brian, his
younger brother, rather than our boys."

"I'll watch for that."  Bill volunteered.

"One of us will have to be with them all the time, I take it."  Dex
speculated.  "We'll have to fill Brenda in tomorrow morning in case we both
get tied up, or called away.  We had best let John and Cliff know also.
They are coming over here in the morning as well."

"Having Bill aware of the potential problems will be a big help."  I noted,
smiling at him.  "He is most often with the younger boys when we are not
around."  We made further arrangements with Betty about the boys' clothes
and schooling and soon she was gone.

"Hey, Pop," Tom questioned as they returned, "Ms. Grolier gone so soon ?"
They all came back into the living area at the same time, appearing to move
as a mass, rather than individuals.  Tom plopped down on the couch up tight
against Dex, purposefully invading Dex's personal space.  I saw him nudge
Dex a couple times with his elbow and I recognized the new boys taking note
of it as well.  Apparently possessions and ownership were being
established.  Timmy came over and wedging himself between my knees, slid up
onto my lap.

"She's had a busy day, boys."  I told them all.  "She said, she would come
over for awhile tomorrow afternoon and visit with all of you.  So, guys.
Was the room okay ?"  Greg and Brian both responded positively.

"Why don't you come and sit over here with us, Greg ?"  I asked, raising my
arm to present a haven for him.  "I'm sure Dex has room for you on his
other side, Brian, between him and Bill."

"I sure do."  Dex announced, likewise creating a shelter on his open side.
Both boys slid into the offered spaces.  We sat and all talked quietly for
awhile.

It was getting pretty late, 10:30 all ready, so I suggested a snack for
everyone before we headed to our beds.  This was met with enthusiastic
acceptance by everyone, even Dexter.  After we were certain no one had been
left hungry, it was showers for everyone and then into bed.  Dex and I made
sure the two new boys were settled and they understood where to find us
during the night, if necessary.  We went in to talk with the new boys for
awhile while they settled.

"How you doing, Greg ?"  I asked as we entered their room.  I went over and
sat on the side of his bed.

"I'm okay, Mr. Merrill."  he replied, but his tone was very flat and
lifeless.

"You've had a very hard day, Son."  I comforted him.  "As hard to do as it
may seem, you need to relax and let everything leave your mind.  Too many
thoughts are just going to make it harder for you to sleep."  I reached
over and stroked my fingers through his hair.  Dex similarly comforted
Brian.  "You forget about everything for tonight and we can talk in the
morning.  By the way, the boys here call me, Pop.  Is that all right for
you and Brian ?"

"Yes, Sir, Pop."  he replied after looking over to Brian for a nod of
agreement.  He replied with the first smile I had seen crack his face.  We
stayed with them, stroking their hair softly for another five minutes as
they drifted off to sleep.  Greg was physically and mentally exhausted and
I hoped he would sleep soundly throughout the night.  Brian was basically
in the same state.

We all had a peaceful night's sleep and for the nights to come, the
abominations of life were blocked from the dreams of our young residents.
Betty and I worked with Greg to help him deal with the reality of his
mother's death and his father's responsibility.  He was able, with guidance
to expose and deal with the anger and horror held tightly within him.  Both
he and Brian also faced their sorrow and grief over the loss of their
parents.

Most important to Greg and Brian's recovery and stability was the
enthusiasm and friendship provided by Bill, Tom and Timmy.  The four
youngest boys became constant companions, playing, working and learning
together.  Bill was a constant presence, carefully watching the interaction
between the other four.  The adults with whom they all related were
supportive, but it was my two younger boys who led their two new brothers
through the worst of the upsets and uncertainties they needed to face and
resolve.  Tom's unique view of things became a buffer for Greg as the two
of them became practically joined at the hip.



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Given the circumstances within our household, we settled for a quiet
Christmas of togetherness, rather than an energetic celebration of the
season.  Those closest to us understood and beyond that it didn't matter.
Brenda, as usual, came to our rescue and on Christmas morning as Cliff and
John passed presents out, there were several items for both Greg and Brian,
which had been neatly wrapped and placed under the tree.  There was also a
present from each of them to each of the others, signed from, `Greg, Brian
& Santa'.

The excitement of Christmas morning was as energetic and rambunctious as in
many other North American households.  The newness of everything to Tom and
Timmy was soon countered by the experienced sophistication of Greg and
Brian who guided them through standard activities of exploring their
Christmas stockings, eating Christmas breakfast and opening presents while
seated around the tree.

Everyone received surprises as they opened the presents others had selected
for them.  Dex told me, shopping for me was the most difficult task he had
ever undertaken.

"You already have everything you want or need."  he griped.  "I had to go
to one of those adult stores to find you something unique.  I don't know if
I should admit this or not, but I'd never been in one before."

"You could have taken me."  Billy trumpeted.

"We'd have gone with you."  John added.

"Yeah, I could just see you two holding up everything in the store and
making sure I was totally embarrassed."  Dex responded to the grinning
Troopers.  "And as for you, little man," he teased Billy, "you better not
let me catch you anywhere near one of those places for at least the next
twenty five years."  Everyone laughed at the look on Billy's face, until he
finally joined the laughter.

My Christmas gift for Dex had been simple, once I realized what he really
needed.  The question was, what do you get a Personal Trainer/Manager who
has a fully equipped gym two floors beneath him.  First you tell him his
present is in the Health Club.  When you all ride down in the elevator, you
point him to the end of a length of ribbon at the Reception Desk.  He
follows the ribbon until it finally leads him to an envelope with a big bow
surrounding it, attached to the front doors.  When he opens the envelope he
finds a contract and deed which make him a full partner in the Club.  He
now owns 50% of the place.  Dex was so stunned he could barely breathe and
had to sit down for a few minutes.  When he looked into my eyes, I knew, it
was absolutely the right gift.  If Dex ever wondered in any way about my
commitment to him and our relationship, it was now resolved.

The afternoon was spent examining and testing all the new treasures the
boys had collectively received, with the exception of Bill's new laptop
computer, which was carefully placed in his room with heavy threats from
him relating to anyone touching it without his permission and presence.
Dex broke up the afternoon by taking the boys for a swim in the pool
downstairs.

"How are the new boys doing ?"  Brenda inquired, after the others had gone.
"They seem to be really settling in and quite happy."

"The intensified counseling Betty and I have been doing has helped them to
cope with a lot of the angst which they were experiencing."  I replied.  "I
think the worst has passed.  There may be some troublesome dreams yet, but
the general prognosis is very encouraging."  When Brenda didn't comment I
turned from what I was doing and found her standing staring at me.

"I've met a lot of different people in my time," she said.  "but I haven't
often met anyone who appeared to be one thing and was in fact something
very different."  She continued to stare at me.  "You own health spas, yet
you have the skill and knowledge to counsel traumatized children and draw
them back from the edges of Hell.  You use words like `angst', as if they
were your everyday language.  You sit back and watch people and evaluate
how they think and feel."

"No more than you do, Brenda."  I responded.

"Yes, but I'm an amateur," she replied, "and you're not.  Someday, I hope
before I die to know the truth about you, David Merrill.  Until then, I
will just be grateful you are here for those kids, the little ones and the
big ones too."


Chapter 16

The funeral for Greg and Brian's mother was held the day after Christmas.
It was a very small gathering which our family group, Betty Grolier, some
of the boys' former teachers, their Principal and a few of the neighbours
from their former home attended.  Greg and Brian stayed very close to Dex,
Betty and myself and our boys flanked them like Guardian Angels.  All of
our boys shed some tears, appropriately expressing their hurt and sorrow.
A small reception was held following the cemetery service and we had the
opportunity to assure those interested in Greg and Brian they were managing
well.  The boys told some of their acquaintances how happy they were living
with their new family and introduced their new brothers to everyone.

Saturday, I found myself confronted by the four youngest boys.

"Pop, we've all been talking."  Tom announced.  I turned from the
vegetables I was rinsing in the kitchen sink to find myself surrounded.
"We want to move our rooms around."

"Why ?" I asked expecting this was a boy thing which had just come up and
seemed to them like a good idea.

"We want to share growing up as brothers."  Greg replied.  "Tom is my best
friend and I want to be with him and have him with me while we finish
growing up."

"Yeah, me and Brian want to share a room too."  Timmy stated, as he and
Brian moved to stand together, indicating they were a pair.

"I thought you guys would be happy to have a room of your own."  I pointed
out to Tom and Timmy.  "What are you going to do if some days you are in a
rotten mood and want to be alone.  That's kind of hard when you are sharing
a room."  There was a pause as they looked around at each other.  "What
about sex ?  Rooming with someone you really don't know very well may be a
little different than you think.  You older boys may want some privacy when
you masturbate and the younger guys are going to want the same when they
start."  There was a general air of surprise at what I had said and I think
each of the four turned at least some shade of red.

"Are you telling us rooming together is a bad thing, Pop ?"  Tom asked
after the group had been silent for several minutes.

"No, I'm not."  I advised them.  "I think your rooming together would be a
good lesson in sharing and in consideration of others.  I just want you to
stop and think about everything this will entail.  It will have its great
times, but it may also present some problem times too."

And so it came to pass the older two and younger two became roommates.
They took charge of organizing their own move of personal items and Dex and
I helped them only with the physical move of the furniture.  We did make
sure they used the larger bedrooms, each having its own bathroom attached.
They each kept the twin size bed they had already been sleeping in and
there was still plenty of room for each to have his own chest of drawers.
We found room for two desks in each room as well, so that homework could be
done and schoolbooks had a place to live.

A couple days after our initial discussion about the room changes, Dex and
I were sitting in the lounge area.  Tom and Greg came out from their room
and sat quietly on one of the couches.  They sat without speaking for a few
minutes even though it was apparent they had come to talk.

"Pop, can we talk to you for a minute ?"  Tom finally asked.

"You can talk to me and Dex for a minute, if you're sure it won't take any
longer than that."  I replied.  They looked at each other and then back at
us.

"I think you're teasing us about not being more than a minute.  Aren't you,
Pop ?"  Greg asked hesitantly.

"Yes, I was teasing you."  I assured them.  "What can we do for you two
gentlemen ?"

"We need to ask you about something you said the other day."  Tom stated.
"You said we might find sharing a room difficult when we wanted to
masturbate."  There was a pause as if I were suppose to confirm the
statement.  I just waited.  "Greg didn't know what that meant, until I told
him it was about jerkin' off."

"Did you also tell Greg what I said about how everyone does it and did that
make him less embarrassed about it ?"  I asked.  He nodded his head.

"What do you mean everyone does it ?"  Dex interjected.  "I don't jerk
off."

"We weren't talking about when you're old like now."  Tom attempted to
clarify.  "We were talking about when you're a young guy, like us.
Besides, Pop says, only guys with two broken arms don't do it and they get
someone else to do it for them."

"About this `old' thing."  Dex frowned at them.  "We really need to talk
about who's old and who isn't."

"I think that's a discussion for another day."  I commented.  "Maybe one
way in the future if you live that long considering your advanced years."
He made a face at me and the boys giggled.

"Pop, is it wrong if we were to see each other jerkin' off ?"  Greg asked.
"I mean, is it a bad thing ?"

"No Greg.  It's not a bad thing."  I responded.  "Pretty well anything two
people experience together, as long as they both agree on it, is not a bad
thing.  Now don't get me wrong.  I'm not saying any two people, but in the
case of you two and this particular experience, I see no problem."

"What do you mean by any two people. Pop ?"  Tom asked.

"I'm talking specifically about adults," I replied, "when it comes to kids,
I think they should be at equal or similar levels of physical development
and maturity when they do sexual things together."

"You mean it's all right for Greg and me, but not all right for me and Neil
?"  Tom queried further.

"Yes, I would say that's a good comparison."  I said.  "You and Greg are of
similar age and physical development, while you and Neil are not.  Is that
not one of the reasons you guys chose your roommates ?  Because you were
closer in age and maturity."

"Yeah, I guess so."  Greg replied.  "We just do more of the same things
with each other than with our little brothers."

"Yes, that's very true now," I agreed, "but you will find when you are
older, say 24 and your brother is 20, you will have many more interests
which are alike.  You will likely grow more alike as you grow older."

"And when Neil is 27 and I'm 21, will we have more in common ?"  Tom
questioned.

"I don't know, Tom."  I answered.  "It will have a lot to do with the kind
of men you turn out to be.  I'm afraid the distance between brothers seems
to shorten, but the distance between friends can be different."  I could
see Tom thinking very carefully about what had been said and how it might
apply to him and Neil.


Chapter 16

Having Greg and Billy come to live with us has been really great for me.
Other than Tim and Neil, I have never had really good friends.  Greg very
quickly became one.  Billy is the big brother I have always wanted.  I feel
different about him than Greg, I guess because he is older.  Greg is just
like me in the things he likes to do.  After they had settled from the
upset of losing their parents, we found we all had a lot of interests in
common.  Timmy and Brian hit it off really good too.  It wasn't long before
Greg and I found we were spending all of our spare time together.  We also
found we were spending all our time in my room.  Mine was easier because it
was a little bigger and I had the bathroom attached.

One day we were all together and we started talking about how we spend our
time.  I don't know who first suggested it, but we all agreed it would be
better if we had our rooms paired off differently.  We asked Billy what he
thought about it and if he wanted one or two of us to be his roommates, but
he said, he had always had a room to himself, so he thought he would stay
on his own.  He did say, he thought it might be fun for us if we each had
roommates.

The new guys had been full of questions once they had become use to most
everything.  They wanted to know all about Timmy and me and also Pop, Dex
and Billy.  Greg thought it strange two grownup men lived together and one
day he and I had a discussion.

"Tom, are Dex and Pop queer for each other ?"  Greg asked.

"If you mean, do Pop and Dex love each other and live here together, the
answer is `yes'."  I responded.  "As far as being `queer', that's a word I
don't like and one that ain't used around here."

"Don't be mad at me for askin', Tom."  Greg whined.  "I just wanted to know
what was what."

"I'm not mad Greg."  I answered.  ""Just remember, I owe these guys
everything.  My life, my brother, everything I have, or ever will have I
owe to them.  I'm not goin' to have anyone dis them."

"I didn't mean it like that, Tom."  he said.  "It's just my Dad always
said, queers was unnatural and should all be shot.  I don't understand
anything about it.  What do they do that's so bad ?  Daddy said, to watch
my butt if any queers ever came around me."

"Your scrawny butt is totally safe here."  I assured him.  "Nobody does
anything here, unless both the people involved are willing.  And as willing
as we might be, nobody will do anything anyway, `cause we're just kids.  I
couldn't get laid here if I had the only ass hole in the whole world."

"Tom, don't get mad, but you sound like you might want to."  Greg commented
with disbelief in his voice.

"I told you what happened to me and how I came here."  I responded.  "I had
sex regularly for over three years and sometimes I itch for it again, but
Pop has set the limit and as I told you, I owe them everything and will not
go against his instructions."  Greg sat and thought about what I said for
awhile.

The first night our rooms were changed around, I found out Greg's talk
about sex and queers was just that, talk and very little actual
understanding.  When we went into our room to get ready for bed, Greg took
his pajamas from under his pillow and took them into our bathroom to
change.  When he came out, I hadn't even started to get undressed.  I went
into the bathroom, used the toilet, brushed my teeth and then came out and
sat on my bed.  Greg had gotten into bed, but I knew he was watching me.

About a week after we had come here to live, I asked Pop about sleeping
with no pajamas.  I had been naked at night for so long, I had trouble
sleeping with pajamas on.  There had been no objections from Dex or Pop,
just a warning that they always checked on me before they went to bed and
often came in to cover me up.  I just laughed and told them it didn't
bother me having them see me bare, so from then on I stopped wearing
pajamas.

Sitting on my bed, I removed my slippers.  In our apartment, you remove
your shoes as you leave the elevator and put on your slippers.  Dex said,
it helps to keep the apartment cleaner, so there is less work for all of
us.  My socks and sweatshirt were removed next and I walked to the foot of
my bed and threw them in the laundry hamper in the corner.  Taking
everything from my pockets and placing the items on my dresser, I slid off
my pants and added them to the hamper.  Last off was my underwear and then
I walked back to the side of my bed and lifting the covers, slid in between
the sheets.

"Tom.  Where's your pajamas ?"  Greg whispered.  I don't know why he
whispered unless he thought I might get into trouble if anyone found out I
was naked.

"Don't wear any."  I responded.

"But what about Pop and Dex ?"  he asked.

"I'm not sure, but I don't think they wear any either."  I replied
jokingly, trying not to giggle.  I don't think he got the joke.  Tom didn't
say anything further about the subject on that night, but a couple nights
later he wanted to know more.

"Tom.  I know you told me about having to have sex, but I don't understand
exactly what you had to do ?  What did Pop mean about wanting privacy to
masturbate ?"  he questioned.

"Masturbation is just a big word for jerkin' off," I advised him.  "If you
don't know what I had to do, then you're better off.  I might tell you
after we've known each other longer.  If you don't know about jerkin' off
you'll have to tell me, so I can show you."  He didn't have any further
questions that night and we both went to sleep quickly.

A couple nights later I had decided I was gonna jerk off.  When I got
undressed, I didn't throw my T-shirt in the laundry hamper, I kept it under
my pillow, for cleanup.  After we said our `good nights', I wrapped my fist
around my cock and started stroking.  Greg was watching me and I knew it.
I decided it was time to give him a real show and find out just what he did
actually know.  I pushed my covers and sheet down around my knees and lay
flat on my bed stroking my cut cock up to its full 6 inches.  It was
feelin' extra good tonight for some reason.  I looked over at Greg's bed
and he had lifted his head up and was staring right at my cock.

"If you want to see," I said to him, "come over and see."  He only
hesitated for a moment and then he slid out of his bed and shifted over to
mine, sitting on the side where he could see everything.  His eyes never
seemed to leave my stick.

"I think yours is bigger than mine."  he whispered.  His hand was rubbing
pretty steadily on the front of his pajama bottoms.

"It's not how big it is," I told him, "it's how you use it.  Guys with
smaller dicks use to say that to me a lot.  I guess it was true enough
though.  Some with big ones couldn't do much and some with smaller ones
really hit the spot."  While we'd been talking, I'd continued stroking and
now clear fluid started to run, drop after drop, from my piss slit.

"What's that ?"  Greg asked as I rubbed some around my cock head.

"It's called `precum'."  I informed him.  "It makes everything more
slippery, so it feels better.

"How come I never have any ?"  Greg wanted to know.

"I don't know."  I admitted.  "You want to try ?"  I asked, moving my hand
away and leaving my cock standing on its own.  Greg didn't hesitate.

"Sure."  he answered as he reached over and wrapped his hand around me.  He
fisted me a few times and then spread around some precum with his thumb.
"Yeah, it does make it really slippery."  He continued to stroke me,
experimenting by using differing speeds and tightness in his grip.

"Yeah and it tastes good too."  I informed him.  "Kind of sweet."  He gave
me a quick look and then turned back, focusing his attention on my stiff
shaft.  I reached over and rubbed my hand across the front of his pajama
pants and felt his stiffness pressing into my hand.  Greg released my cock
and stood up beside the bed.  Looking to me as if for approval, he pulled
his pajama top over his head and threw it on his bed.  He then dropped his
bottoms and did the same with them.  Sitting back down on my bed, he
resumed stroking my stick while leaning back enough to offer me access to
his own.

Greg was a well built guy.  He was about my height of 5'6", but beyond that
we were as different appearing as night and day.  Greg has very light
colouring, blonde hair, blue eyes and rosy, red cheeks.  Where I look a lot
older than 14, he looked like what a 13 year old should look like.  His
shoulders and chest were just starting to show some definition and his
stomach, while not fat, was thick and undefined.  He had a hand full of
blonde pubes above a 5" hard, cut cock and his balls were in a nice firm
pouch which would just nicely fit into my hand.  Unlike me, who had dark
chest hair and nests of black under each arm, Greg was smooth all over and
you could barely tell there was hair under his arms because it was so fine.
His butt still had traces of some baby fat and had not yet firmed into the
hard bubble which it would eventually form.  Overall, as I said, he was
well built and quite good looking.

I started to match what he was doing to me, stroke for stroke, as we each
determined the best ways to effectively stimulate the other's cock and
receive back equal sensations.  We had been stroking and rubbing for about
five minutes when there was a light knock on our door.  Greg panicked as he
released me, stood up and made a wild dive for his bed.  I pulled up my
blankets just as Dex slowly opened and stepped through the doorway.  It
must have been obvious to him we had been fooling around.

"Hey guys."  he greeted us.  "Sorry if I interrupted anything important."
He had a great big grin on his face and I was sure he knew what we had been
doing.  "I just wanted to see that everything was okay and say, `good
night'."  Greg said, `good night' to him as he started back out the door.

"Dex."  I called to him.  "Can we talk to you for a minute ?"  The big guy
stopped and came back into our room.  I sat up in bed and motioned an
invitation for him to sit on the bed next to me.

"What can I do for you, Tom ?"  he asked.  I knew Greg was looking really
nervous, but I wanted him to understand something about Dex.

"Dex, you know what was going on when you came in."  It was a statement
rather than a question, but Dex nodded his head anyway.

"Yeah and it's no big deal."  he said.  "You know what David said about you
guys being alike in age and development."

"I want Greg to understand you and Pop do not just represent parents here,"
I told him, "you're our friends too.  We don't need to be afraid around you
guys.  Even if we do something wrong, you'll just tell us and then expect
us not to do it again."

"Sometimes there's a consequence tied in with all of that, but you're
mostly right."  Dex confirmed.  "You guys weren't doing anything wrong, as
long as you both were willing.  Were you both willing ?"  I affirmed I was
and when Dex looked, Greg slowly nodded his head too.

"Can you tell us why I have a lot of precum and Greg says he thinks he
doesn't have any ?"  I asked to show Greg there was nothing to be afraid
about questioning.

"Well, I'm no expert."  Dex replied.  "David may know more about this than
I do, but I can think of three reasons.  First, Greg is not quite as old as
you and his body might just be still growing, so there's more yet to come.
Second, it often depends on the excitement level a guy feels.  The more
excited, the more juice.  If you're nervous, then you might not leak as
much.  And third, that's just the way it is.  Some guys drip and others
gush.  Just like some guys are 3 inches long and others are 9 inches.  It
doesn't really matter what you got, it's how you use it."  Greg and I both
started laughing.  Dex looked at us like he thought we were nutty.

"I just told Greg a little while ago a lot of shorter guys had told me
that," I explained to him, "but we both know you're not one of the short
ones."  Dex chuckled.

"As you get older, you'll find though it's quite true."  he told us.  "Now
it's time for me to say `good night' and for you to finish what you started
and go to sleep."  He got up and left us for the night.  We both sat
thinking for a couple minutes and I started rubbing my cock without
realizing it.  When I looked over at Greg, he was doing the same thing
while he watched me.

"Why don't you come on back over here," I beckoned him, patting the space
beside me in my bed, "and we'll see if getting you really excited doesn't
turn that tap of yours on."