Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2007 14:54:02 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ben's Fantasy, Ch. 34

This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs,
and in some cases, experience.  Come to think of it -- it might not be very
pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at timesbetween men, so
if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.  If you are too young or
it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kindif story, shame on
you for reading it - - please stop here.  If not, - -

ENJOY!

Cast of characters:

Ben Hastings -- That's me!

Bill "Bubba" Hastings -- My Dad

Veronica Hastings -- My Mom.

 Reyna -- My Best Friend

 Ranj Kumar-- Another friend

Jared -- A football whore.

Rex Majors -- Ranj's roommate.

Everett Majors - Rex's younger brother

Mick and Mack Majors - The twins

Kirby and Wyatt -- the youngest Majors

Etienne Croissant -- Salesman

Alan Randall -- Dad's friend

Al Randall -- Alan's son.

From Chapter 33:

"I definitely will call you -- soon!  I think maybe my dad will give me a
by on the restriction -- if it's to be with you.  He has been telling me
that I should call you!"

"Huh?"  I said.  Now it was I who was bewildered.

"I dunno!  I guess he and your dad have been talking and they just want us
to be friends.  Hey, I know you think I'm a fuck-up, but I can be pretty
cool sometimes.  And -- don't get me wrong.  I really -- um -- love my
dad."

I broke out into a smile.  "Well, just don't get too cool!"  I said.  "I'm
not sure my own nerdiness could take it!"

"I'll cal you, dude!  See yah!"

"Bye."

Chapter 34

Driving home was awkward.  Etienne didn't even ask me to drive.  Everett
sat in the back seat.  We didn't talk much.

During dinner, I let Everett tell about our surfing adventures.  "You
should have seen Ben!  He stood up the first time!"

"Not really.  But Al did make me do some exercises before riding my first
wave."

"You really like Al, don't you, Ben."  My dad said.

"Um -- he's -- different."  I didn't want to tell my dad about the way Al
treated girls.  "But, yeah, he's okay.  We're going surfing again -- soon
-- at Zuma Beach."

"Zuma?  If I remember, that's where a lot of the stars go and - -
consequently, a lot of girls."

"Maybe.  Either Al or -- his Testarosa -- seems to attract them!"

I couldn't keep the disgust out of my voice.  I was also hoping that when
we go, we don't have to put up with -- THAT!

"Well, I'm glad you're having fun with Al.  I went surfing once at Seal
Beach.  We surfed the very small waves that break into the inlet going to
the marina at Long Beach.  Not very exciting, but it was easy and gave us
long rides."

Just how excited I was about going with Al was in dispute, but there was
something that was fascinating about the whole idea.  And of course, like
Al, I wanted to please our dads.

I really wanted to talk to Everett about what had conspired at the beach --
or rather the whole day.  But he's still hurting from the whole dad abuse
thing and all, and I don't want to open any wounds.  But -- somehow, when
it hurts me -- I dunno.  And I don't know what to think about Etienne.  Who
knows, maybe he has been hurt badly too -- by his dad or -- someone.

Again, as per his M.O., Everett showed up at my bedside after I was asleep.
But this time I wasn't so groggy.  I pulled back the covers and he wiggled
up next to me.

"Hi."  I said.

"Hi."

"Um -- what happened -- today?"

"I dunno.  Nothing, I guess."  He said.

"Really?"  I said.  I felt the hair on the back of my head stand on end.
"It looked to me like -- maybe -- some -- something -- was going on -- with
you and Etienne."

Shit!  Why can't I stay a little cooler??

Without skipping a beat, Everett said, "I can see why you like him."

"Huh?"  I said, moving away.

"Haha!  We were making bets as to whether you were gonna try something with
Al."

"Wha - - at?"  I was struck dumb for a moment.  Then I finally said,
  "What would give you THAT impression?"  I recoiled maybe a little too
much.

"Nothing, really."

"You know our dads are friends -- right?"

"Yeah, but Al seemed awfully happy to see you."

"Oh, grow up!  You can't make something out of every thing you see!"  I sat
up in the dark, and moved further away form Everett.

"Ben -- I've been wondering -- um -- whether I should say anything to you."

"About what?"

"Um -- oh, it's probably no big deal."  He said.

"Well, it's a big deal now!  You can't just drop a - - What is it?"

"I don't feel very good about it, is all.  I heard Dad talking to Al's dad
the other day.  It was before you and Et came home."

"And so?"  I said.

"Well, I wasn't trying to listen to them.  But I couldn't help it.  Did you
know that Al's dad knows you're gay?"

"Doesn't everyone!"  I said sarcastically, defeated again.

"Well, anyway, I only heard one side of the conversation, but it seemed
like maybe -- um -- Al -- might try to get you to -- um -- try girls --
again."

Well, do I have to say it?  I felt so stupid.  It was staring me in the
face!  And yet it still felt like being hit with a 2x4 across the top of my
head.

"Are you sure?"  I asked.

"No.  As I said, I only heard one side of the conversation."

"Yeah.  Well -- Ev -- maybe you better go back to your bedroom.  I gotta
think."

"Awww!  Can't you think with me in your bed?"

"It's kind of hard, when you are wrapped around me, or snuggled up close to
my front side."

"I won't do anything -- anything -- Bad."

I softened.  (Well, not ALL of me!)  "You couldn't!  Okay.  But -- just
brothers -- tonight -- okay?"

"Okay."  I climbed back in bed and he turned away from me and snuggled down
into the covers.  "G'night Ben."  He said, his back to me.

"Nite."  I said.

"Ben?"

"Yeah?"

"I like Et -- but -- not like I like -- er -- love you."  He said, sounding
repentant -- or maybe that was my take on it ^Å

I put my arm out and drew him to me.  Again he snuggled up to me, and
hugged my arm.  I'll sort out my other situation another time.  I sure
can't do it now.

When I woke up, it was still dark and we were in the opposite position as
when we went to sleep.  I was backed into Everett's embrace.  His wood was
hard against my back door, and his arm was around my waist, his hand
"resting" on my wood.

"Ev?"  I whispered low.  He only moaned and snuggled his face into my back.
His hand came up to my chest and then most of him went limp.  It was still
very dark.  I said, "Ev!" more loudly.

"Mm?"  He said, not moving.

"You awake?"

"M-hmh."  Well, he wasn't VERY awake.

"How long?"

"Hmf?  You just woke me up.  What's up?"

"I think you should go back to bed.  I really don't want Dad to see us like
this -- especially if he is thinking of trying to `cure' me."

Everett sat up.  "You don't wanna be cured?"  He said, now more awake.

"Well -- it would be easier, but -- I don't think me going with Al to Zuma
beach is gonna change anything."

"What if it does?"  He said, getting up.

"It won't!  Go to bed, Ev."  He pecked me on the cheek and slipped out of
my room.

Then he came back in and knelt by my bed.  "Are you gonna go?"  He asked.

"Huh?"

"To Zuma Beach -- with Al -- are you going?"

"I dunno.  I don't think Al believes any more than I do that putting me
with a girl will make me -- change."

"I don't want you to change."  He said, laying his head on my arm.

"I know.  G'night."  I said, and kissed his fingers.  He padded out and
didn't come back -- that night.

I was awakened by my cell phone.  "Mm-mh?"  I mumbled into the phone.  I
saw that it was Etienne.

"You okay?"  he said, sounding as if he had been up for hours.

"Yah."  I managed.  "What time is it?"

"5:30."

"Shit, Et!"  I exclaimed.

"Mr. Evans left a message on my machine.  He apologized for yesterday and
asked if we could possibly come this morning -- at 7:00 o'clock."

"He -- um -- I mean -- WE?"

"Well, - I mean -- don't you want to go?"

"I was prepared for our 10:00 o'clock in Bel Air.  You just woke me out of
a sound sleep!  What do you expect?"  I said.

"I'm sorry, Ben.  I really am.  Can you be ready in 20 minutes?  We won't
have time for breakfast -- or anything until maybe after our ten o'clock
with Mr. Myers.  But at least he's just down the highway from Mr. Evans.
Six?"

"Shit!"  I sighed, yawned, then rubbed my face.  I felt so groggy! I sighed
again.  "Yeah, I'll be ready."  I complained.

"Vous êtes si merveilleux !"  He said.

"Flattery will get you nowhere - - assuming that was flattery!"  I growled.

"I haven't seen this side of you.  The morning Ben! Hee hee!  It's kinda
cute!"

"Fuck you!  Just let me go so I can get ready."

"Okay.  Bye!  Hee hee!"  he hung up the phone.

After being up for a few minutes, I realized what an ass hole I had been.
I called him back.  "Sorry Et.  My sleep was -- not too good."

"You`re gonna hafta teach your little brother to stay in his own bed, huh?"

I was about to tell him to fuck himself, but realized -- he's right.  I
guess that's what made me boil up so fast.  He's right.  Dad's right.

"Anyway, I'll be ready when you get here.  I just wanted to tell you I'm
sorry."

"Okay.  I'll see you in a few."

I was ready for him.  As soon as he drove up to the curb I was out the
door.  I got in and handed him a fried egg sandwich that Mom made for us
both.  He almost inhaled it -- as I had a few minutes earlier.  I guess he
was as hungry as I was.

"Damn -- that's good!"  he said.  What's on it?"

"It's just two slices of wheat toast with two eggs fried in butter, with
salt and pepper, and some mayonnaise.  That should keep us until after --
was it Mr. Myers?"

"Yup.  They both seem very excited to see what we can offer them.  I think
we may get both sales."

We closed both sales, and as promised, he gave me my cut.  I felt something
-- maybe stress or something -- that I didn't like much.  I was worried
about seeing a client on my own.  And I know some of it is related to my
own personal prejudices.  I know that I of all people should not judge
anyone by appearances.  I hate it when people do it to me -- especially
when they are right!

I dunno, maybe these guys are giving massive amounts of money to good
causes -- who knows, maybe even AIDS and other research.  But I can't help
wondering about the hundreds of thousands that some guys have tied up in
their garages.  Knowing what I know, it really is irrational.  But I am
having reservations about selling this product line.

But I can justify it by 2 things: Telling myself that my feelings are
irrational and also, I LIKE being with Etienne.  I just have to deal with
my conscience at night - - and Everett!

Al called and asked me to go to Zuma beach with him tomorrow.  I told him I
was working and would call him back.  I turned to Etienne.  "Al wants me to
go to Zuma with him tomorrow."

"That's cool!"  Said Etienne.

"Huh?"  That took me completely by surprise!  I expected to field some
objections.

"It's fine with me.  I was getting kinda burned out.  I'm ready for a
break.  Since you have been going out with me, I haven't had enough of
those days off that I told you about.  Tomorrow that dickhead that's
rescheduled 3 times on me -- Mr. Potts -- wants me to come and show him our
catalogs again.  I've been to see him twice so far, and he has bailed on me
three other times.  I think I'll just blow him off tomorrow.  He can't
really complain."

"Oh!"  I said.  I wasn't thinking in terms of Etienne coming with us.  "Um
-- did you want to -- um -- come with us?"

"Naw!  Matter of fact I may call your brother and see if he wants to go
back to Huntington.  You know you sort of hooked both of us on that body
surfing.  Do you think he'd go with me?"

"Oh."  I said, that taking me by surprise too.  "Well -- um -- if he
doesn't have to work -- I guess."  I said.

I was seriously thinking about calling Al back and asking if another time
would work.  Well, of course it would.  We have all summer to do it!  And I
wouldn't mind doing some body surfing.  Would I?

"What?"  Said Etienne.

"Huh?  Oh, nothing.  I was just -- I'm gonna call him back."

I was about to press my call-back button but got a text from him first: "I
thought you might like this".  And I opened up a picture he sent.  It was a
very hot guy in surfer shorts so low that half his pubes were showing.  I
pressed send to return his call.  "Hey, Dude!  Lisa thought you'd like
that.  Did you?"

"Lisa?  I don't think I've - "


"I just met her!  She's hot and she wants to meet you!"

Okay, I have to stop this before it gets too far.  "Al, Thanks, really, but
I really am not interested in -- messing -- with -- a girl -- right now."

"Girl?!!"  He exclaimed.  "That was no girl in that picture!  It was really
funny actually.  When I told her about you -- and that you were gay -"

"You what?!"  I said appalled.

"It's okay, Dude, she's totally cool with it!  She loves gay guys!  Says
they are the only guys she can really talk to -- without thinking they are
undressing her in their heads.  Anyway, she told me to send you the shot of
the guy.  When he saw me aiming at him, he said, `Hey hey hey!  What'sup,
cuz!  I don't want some dude taking my picture!'"

"I don't blame him."  I said.

"But then I pointed to Lisa and said she wanted it.  He took one look at
her and said, `With or without the shorts?'  Seriously man, he started to
take them off right there in front of everyone."

"Lisa started to laugh.  `No, Dude, don't take them off!  Leave a little to
my imagination!' she told him.  So he just pushed the front down to -- well
to where you saw them.  `Course we didn't tell him they were for you!"

Al was laughing hard into the phone.  Lisa was also laughing.  I looked at
Etienne, who only heard half the conversation.  I held the phone down and
said, "Don't ask!"

"So -- are you coming tomorrow?"

I again dropped my phone to my side.  I looked at Etienne as I slowly
raised it up to my ear.  "You sure you're not trying to hook me up with
Lisa.  I noticed you didn't send a picture of her!"  I forced a laugh.

"He want's me to shoot one of you!"  I heard him say to Lisa, he said
laughing.  "Are you sure this guy is gay?"  She answered him.  "Are you
sure you're gay?"  He asked me, almost hysterical by now.  He must have
been drinking, was all I could guess.  Then came the request to accept
another picture.  I pressed ok.

She was (of course) blond, with a very small Bikini.  She must have shaved,
because her Bikini was so low that her pubes would have shown otherwise.
Then another request to accept came and I accepted.  It was Lisa
practically humping the guy in the surfer shorts, both of them laughing.
She had her hand in his pants!

"Look, sorry, Ben.  I'm only teasing.  I really do want you to come and
surf with me tomorrow.  Can you?"

"I - " I looked at Etienne.  He looked back with a querying grin.  "Yeah --
I -- think -- I will."

"Way cool!"  Said Al.  "And I was only kidding about Lisa being there.  She
has summer school tomorrow -- that is if she wants to graduate next year!"

Memo to self: If I do ever have a daughter, make plans to go on all her
dates with her - - until she's 18!

"So -- do you want to drive to my place -- then we can go from there?"  He
said.  Shit!  I didn't want to tell him I'd have to ask my mom to borrow
her car!  "Sure!"  I said.  I'd get there somehow.

Instead of taking me home, Etienne stopped by his place.  It was as if we
had an understanding -- WHICH WE DIDN'T!  As soon as we were in the door,
Etienne grabbed me and pressed his body as close as possible to mine.  Then
he kissed me.

"Omigod, but I've waited all day for that!"  he said.  I kissed him back
pretty easily, so I just smiled.  "You wanna go for a swim?"  he asked.

I nodded and so he went to his drawer and threw me a swim trunk.  It was
kind of a halfway between American and European cut.  It was a short, short
boxer trunk.  He got an identical pair out for himself, but his were purple
and mine were baby blue.  We both carefully removed our nicer clothes that
we worked in and then stood, almost mesmerized seeing each other in the
buff again.

He squeezed his package as he smiled at mine.  I followed suit.  My eyes
traveled up from his nice compact package, eyeing his nice pubes and his
flat tummy, then to his nice hairy chest.  Then I saw the short stubble on
his face.  I felt my dick jump.  He laughed.  "Maybe we ought to swim
AFTER."  He said.

"Maybe we should."  I blushed.  We each took a step forward and our bodies
were touching again.  It was electrifying.  My dick almost immediately
jumped to attention only to find that his was there to meet it.  We wrapped
ourselves together as close and tightly as we could.  "I have some condoms
this time -- new condoms -- larger size -- as ordered."

"Oh."  I said.  "Not sure I'm ready for that today."  I looked deeply into
his eyes.  I could tell he wanted this really badly.

"Oh -- okay."  He said.  There was definitely disappointment in his eyes,
but also something else I couldn't out my finger on.  "What do you want to
do?"  He asked.

"Anything else."  I said.  "Well, anything not too violent!"  I added
smiling weakly.

"How about I fuck your hand?"

"Yeah.  I'm sorry, Et."


"No -- it's -- it'll be fine."  He said.  I could tell his heart wasn't in
it.

I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him deeply.  He came alive again
and kissed me back passionately.  "I'm sorry."  He said.

"Huh?"

"I could tell you -- didn't like me flirting with your brother."

"I -- I'm a little confused -- myself when it comes to my brother."  I
said.  "I thought I was falling for you, but -- then I see Ev every night
and -- um -- I really love him a lot."

He lubed up my hand and started to slip in and out of it.  I had it up next
to my own dick, so he was also rubbing it at the same time.  "But Ben, I
just want to tell you - "

"Can -- can we not talk about it while we're -- doing this?"  I said.

"Sorry."  He said.  I was pretty close to cumming when he started to moan.
He kissed me deep and we both erupted together, and while kissing it was
actually very good, in spite of the earlier conversation.

I collapsed on his hairy chest.  That felt especially good.  We rolled over
and gazed into each other's eyes.  It felt good.  But - - something was
missing.  "Um -- you wanna stay the night?"  He asked.

"Right now I just want to lie here, touching you.  But I really better --
go home."

"You still wanna swim?"

"Do you?" I asked.

"I can go after you lea -- oh yeah, I gotta take you home.  Well, I still
would like a dip in the pool.  You don't have to go if you don't want to."

"No, I'll go."  I said.  We turned around in the shower and then put on our
swim trunks.  As we were stepping out the door, my cell phone rang.

It was Al.  "Hi!"  I said.

"Hey!  I just found out that my dad is coming up to your house tonight to
watch a game with your dad.  He asked me to come too.  Are you home?"

"Not yet.  I'm going for a swim at Etienne's place then - "

"Oh!  Okay.  Say no more!  I don't wanna interrupt anything!"

"No, it's not like that.  He has to take me home when we get out of the
pool."

"OOO!  That's a long way."

"He's used to it."  I said.

"I don't think he's very far from us.  Why don't I pick you up and take you
home.  Can you wait for 40 minutes?"

"That would be perfect!  We'll go for a quick swim and see you when you get
here."

"Okay, put Etienne on so he can give me directions."

After Etienne hung up we went swimming.  We played as boys will in the
water -- grab ass or whatever might present itself.  Before we knew it, Al
was grinning at us from the pool deck.  "Hey!"  Said Etienne.

"Hi Et!  Hi Ben!"

"My room is number nine.  Go in and open the middle drawer on the left.
There's another swim suit there!"

"I'll pass this time.  I don't wanna miss kickoff."

I jumped out, followed by Etienne.  Al followed us into the room.  Etienne
dropped his trunks, seemingly daring Al to stare at him.  Al didn't even
look.  Stepping out of his trunks and heading to the shower, Etienne said,
"You gonna shower, Ben?"  He almost seemed to be doing it to taunt Al or
something.  Or maybe it was for my benefit.  I wondered if Etienne was
jealous of Al.  If Al wasn't waiting, I'd have showered.

"I'll wait `til I get home."  I said.  "See you in a few days huh?"  I
added, quickly pulling my clothes back on.  Al was sitting on the bed by
this time, looking out the window at the pool.  I should have guessed.
There was a girl out there, in a Bikini.

As soon as we got on our way in Al's Testarosa he said, "Your friend is a
real flamer, isn't he?" said with almost a sneer.

"Hm."  I mused.  "I wonder what you think about me.  You obviously knew I
was gay the first day you met me."

"Oh, come on, Ben!  You don't go out of your way to flaunt it!  I have
other gay friends, but they don't rub my face in it!"

"I think he might have felt threatened."  I said.

"Threatened - - ?  Huh?  I don't get it.  Did I do something to -- is he
afraid of me?  That's -- Ooohhhh!  You mean he thinks -- he thinks I'm
coming on to -- hahahahahahahahaha!!  That's hilarious!  He's Jealous?!!
Of me!!!??  Ben!  Did you see how that prissy fuck was all over your
brother the other day?  And he's jealous because you want to go surfing
with me?  That's rich!"

"You noticed that too?"  I said.

"What -- that he's jealous?"

"No -- what you said about him being all over my little brother."

"Oh.  Well -- yeah!  It wasn't as if they were trying to keep it a secret,
was it?"

"You think Everett was doing it too?"

"Ben -- are you blind?  Your brother loved all that attention."

"He's only 17.  And Et is 30.  I don't know if I like - "

"Your brother is only 17?  Well he looks like he's been around the block.
I imagine he can take care of himself.  Are you trying to protect him?"

"Al, he looks like that because his dad molested him for years!"

"What?  What kind of molestation?"

"He fucked him until Ev thought it was no big deal.  He really thought it
was normal."

"Shit!  No wonder he turned out to be a fag!  Oops!  Sorry Ben.  But your
dad never - - oh shit, maybe I shouldn't have - "

"No, my dad never did anything to me."

"Good, then I don't have to fuck him up!  Where is this creep that messed
with Everett?"

"He's in Texas -- in prison."

"Oh!"

"Yeah.  When Ev got past the age he was interested in, he started doing
Ev's little twin brothers."

"No SHIT!?  I just don't know what to say about an animal like that.  I
just don't believe in this day and age that anyone could think that kind of
crap would not scar a kid for life.  What a creep!"

"There was an older brother, too."

"So -- he screwed up four lives?  Fucked four of his little boys!"

Al looked as if he were going to be physically sick.  "He didn't touch the
oldest brother."  I said.  "He plays football for Duke."

"So he didn't get to him, huh?"

"No, but -- Rex is screwed up in his own ways."

"How's that?"  Asked Al.

"Well, for one, he too accepted what his dad was doing to his little
brothers as normal -- until he went to Duke, and -- well -- when he met
me."

"You?  You went to Duke?"

I quickly told him the story of Ranj and myself and how I came to "go to
Duke".  By the time we were to my house, he was pretty much out of his
anger , but kind of depressed.

"Well, here we are.  There's my dad's new car that you sold him.  It's
still not as hot as this one though!  Haha!  Lets' go in and try to forget
about -- all that crap -- at least for awhile.  Ben, I gotta tell you --
I'm gonna have some strange dreams tonight!"

Not me!

The Pre-game show was in full bore when we walked in.  Mom said for us to
wash up and she would bring in our dinner.  Dinner was -- of course --
pizza.  Mine and Al's dads were sitting close on the love seat, not
worrying that they were touching as many so-called macho guys would.  You
could tell they were close friends.  But they also didn't do anything close
to eliciting any speculation as to their sexual orientation.

Everett was on another chair, with the twins on the floor.  That left a
chair and the floor for Al and me.  All Dad had to do was look at Ev, and
he sprang to the floor beside the twins.  He was immediately attacked from
his flank by Wyatt and Kirby.  They quickly settled down, one on each arm,
as Al and I sat in the two chairs opposing one another on each side of the
love seat.

Mom was busy in the kitchen -- doing dishes and also bringing us stuff to
eat and drink.  Both Al and his dad didn't seem to think anything of
scratching themselves at any time.  I caught Everett's eye once when we
both saw Al either readjusting or scratching his crotch.  We both half
suppressed laugh.  No one else seemed to notice.

The game wasn't a big one and no one cared who won except for the
standings.  "You coming home, Son?"  Asked Alan.

Al looked at me. "Do you have room for me here?  We can just leave from
here in the morning."

"Where are your surf boards?"  I queried.

"I have a locker at the beach."

Figures.

"You'd have to sleep with me, but it's a double bed."

Al's eyes got kinda big, but then he quickly recovered and said, "Why not?
I promise not to molest you."  There was nervous laughter all around.

When Alan left I was surprised to see him give his son a hug and even a
kiss on the cheek.  Al whispered something to his dad, and he left.  I
could hear the roar of his engine as he left.  Dad said, "You couldn't get
me a discount on one of those, could you -- say like about a 90% discount?
Well, you boys be good and don't -- um -- make too much noise.  Heh, I
guess that's silly, isn't it, telling two grown men to behave themselves."

"I still got 6 weeks, Dad!"  I laughed.  "G'night!"  I said, and gave dad a
hug like Alan had his son.  Then I kissed him.  He only smiled at me.

When we got into the bedroom, Al asked if he could take a shower before
bed.  "It's just something I'm used to doing."

I of course supplied him with a towel.  While he was in the shower, Everett
came in and pouted.  "I guess your little brother can't snuggle with you
tonight huh?"

As we were hugging g'night, Al came in, his towel wrapped around his waist.
Before Everett left he undid his towel and brought it up to dry his hair.
That left his eyes covered and left us gawking at a very nice, half cut
piece of meat, hanging low over some of the largest nuts I ever saw.  I
think I caught him peeking out of the towel at us and smirking.  Now who
was flaunting!?

When he was finished, he dropped the towel next to the bed.  "Which side do
you prefer, Ben?"

"Doesn't matter."  I replied.

"Then if you don't mind, I'll take this side so I'll be closer to the
toilet -- in case I gotta pee in the night."  Then, totally naked, he
slipped between my sheets.  G'night Everett!"

Ev kissed my cheek and closed the door behind him as he left.  I turned the
light off quickly so Al couldn't see my red cheeks.  I walked around to the
other side of the bed and sat down.  He turned around, facing me in the
dark.  I took off all my clothes.  "You always get undressed in the dark?"
He said.

"Not always."  I said, grabbing my sleep shorts from under the pillow he
was lying on.

"Oh, sorry!  So this IS your side of the bed!"

"It doesn't matter.  It's just the closet pillow when I get dressed."  I
said as I climbed into the sheets next to him.  He was not exactly clinging
to his side of the bed.  So - - I did - - half the night.  He slept like a
baby.  I didn't.  I slept, but I kept waking up in a panic worried I might
creep over next to him.  I finally went to sleep all the way -- probably
about 3 hours after we went to bed.

In the morning, I first heard my dad walking from his bedroom to the
kitchen, and then I felt skin on top of my chest, and realized it was Al's
arm.  It was still pretty dark in the room.  I had left the edge of the bed
all right, lying on my back, but he was still more on my side than his own,
his arm around my tummy.  My boner was almost touching his wrist.

I carefully turned over so my back was to him.  He scooted up behind me and
pulled me closer, his boner touching my butt, and said, "Mmm- don't go away
sweetie.  I'll get cold."  He said and he played with the hair on top of my
head.

I froze.  He then turned himself over and backed up to me, and sighed a big
soft snore.  I inched away from him and out of the bed.  I padded down the
hall to Everett's room.  I opened the door and all 3 boys were asleep.  I
sat on the floor next to Ev's bed, then squeezed his arm.

"Mmm?"  he said and opened his eyes.  "Oh -- it's you."

I grinned.  "Who else would it be?"

"Sometimes Mick or Mack comes in.

"Oh!"  I said.  I should have guessed.

"We don't do anything.  Maybe a suck sometimes.  But nothing really."

"Oh."  I tried not to sound surprised again.

"Oh! That's right !  Al is in your room."  He said.  "Um - Why um -- why
are you here?  Did he kick you out?"

"He sort of just took over my side of the bed.  He thought I was a girl, I
think."

"You coulda just climbed in his side."

"Trust me -- I couldn't."

"Wanna snuggle?"  Everett asked, pulling back the sheets and covers.

I climbed in and snuggled up behind him and closed my eyes.  He seemed to
go back to sleep.  He turned around to face me, so I did too, so he was
spooning me now.  I closed my eyes and could not get the image from my head
of Al spooning me.  I got up.

"G'night Ben" Said Ev, groggily.

I went to the living room and grabbed a blanket that was kept under the
table.  I lay on the love seat, and covered up.

Dad walked by and looked in.  "Huh?  Why are you in here?"  He said.

"I think Al thought I was a girl."

"He wha -- oh!  Haha!"  he said smirking.

"Shut up!"  I said and Dad laughed again.

About that time, Al came around the corner.  "What's up?"  He said.

"You pushed my boy out of the bed."

"Oh!! I wondered why I woke up on your side.  I had a pretty wild -- uh-oh!
So - - it wasn't all dream?  Sorry, Dude.  I guess I shoulda told you.
I've done that before to another friend.  You shoulda woke me up!  What
base did I get to with you?"  He grinned.  "Oh, sorry Mr.  Hastings."

Dad chose to ignore what was said.  "So -- you boys are heading for the
beach today, huh?"

"Either that or we'll just lie around in bed all day!"  I said.  Both of
them laughed at that.

Al was in his swim suit already.  "Don't wake your mother up.  She also
didn't sleep well last night.  There's cold cereal if you are okay with - "

"I love cold cereal!"  Said Al.  "I can't get away with it at home."

"Well anyway, I have to leave for work.  You boys behave yourselves.  No
grab-ass -- at least with each other!"

"Very funny, Dad!"

Dad walked out the front door, and Al followed me into my room.  He lay
back down on the bed and said, "When you are ready, let me know.  And he
closed his eyes.  I watched him push it down through his shorts.  He opened
up his eyes and caught me looking.  "Don't take too long.  It's best to get
there early."  He said and put his hand down into his shorts and rubbed --
something -- in there.

Notes.  So what's Al up to?  Is he trying to get Ben laid?  Would Ben even
go for any thing with a girl?  Would you?  I wouldn't!  comments welcome --
to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com.  Thanks and love, Steve