Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:02:57 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER AT COLLEGE ...CONCLUSION (PART 2)    by Donny Mumford

Spunky was in a relaxed sleeping pattern... his
exhales tickling my neck.  We were both naked under a
sheet on that tiny bed in one of the small "get
acquainted" rooms, chest to chest... face to
face...dick to dick, my arms holding him against
me....it was nice.  I couldn't sleep and, as usual,
my mind was jumping around from one thought to
another.  Sometimes a positive thought, like... being
proud of myself for putting Spunky's mind at ease
about the auction.     And then I'd have  a negative
thought, like....  it was mostly my fault we were in
the auction in the first place.  I should never have
agreed to it.  It would have been OK to say,  "Sorry
....even though it's to help AIDS research,  my friend
and I are not volunteering to let strangers fuck us."


The guy who talked us into it was a hell of a salesman
....he made it seem that without Spunky and me,  the
auction would be a bust.  So we went along with it,
both feeling like we were celebrities for a little
while.  The "second-guessing" of ourselves came too
late to back out.  My mind also came up with dumb
thoughts, like.....   why didn't  Alexander and Tunes
step in and tell the organizers, "HELL NO!  not our
boys."?   But I recognized right away how stupid that
was.   Alexander wasn't much older than me and Tunes
is just two years older...  why should I expect them
to assume the role of  guardians for us.  Those guys
are party animals! ...not baby sitters.

It's not as if we were raped or whipped or humiliated
by the older guys.... nothing like that.  As a matter
of fact, they treated us like we were very special.
They'd donated their money during the silent auction
because, let's face it...the older dudes wanted to
fuck younger dudes.  Spunky and me weren't the only
volunteers...there were seven other young "Robins" who
volunteered along with us.   My fuck-guy, Ronald, was
a nice man and actually offered to skip the sex
entirely if  I didn't want to go through with it, but
that didn't seem fair.  In the end both Spunky and me
kept our word... then,  afterward we both started
feeling weird, like we'd done something wrong.  Best
to chalk the whole thing up to experience and make
sure I never put myself in that type situation again.
Plus, no more poppers, ever.  The butt plug...well,
we'll see about that.

Spunky and me had intentions of making-out in this
little room and see what that led to... except, he
fell asleep.  Making out with another boy has been one
of my favorite things to do ever since my first gay
kiss nine months ago.  Thinking about kissing made me
think of Frankie because he introduced me to the spit
swapping kiss which is now my favorite one.  I'll see
Frankie later this week, but for now I nestled my nose
into Spunky's spiked red hair and then lightly kiss
his forehead. Spunky and Frankie both have that vivid,
bright red hair that's so cool-looking.   I love being
gay,  and I love boys like Spunky....cute and sweet.

I'd first started fantasizing about making out with a
boy at age ten or eleven.   Earlier this year I turned
nineteen and the number of times I'd kissed another
boy up till then...all totaled-up, including quickies
was zero.   Yep, zero is the number of boys I'd kissed
until Cristobal unexpectedly kissed me on the Penn
campus...since then I've made out with at least a half
dozen different boys and liked every one of them.
Looking back,  it's hard to believe that initially I
fell in love with every boy I kissed, but that's
exactly what I thought. If I kissed a boy, I was in
love...  Duh, how dumb was that?

Now, with nine months of experience behind me, I know
that's silly.   I love Joey... and,  I'm in love with
Frankie.   All the other boys I've kissed simply
qualify for various degrees of "like"....not love.
I've never kissed a boy I didn't like.... some I liked
more than others, but I liked all six or seven boys
that I've made-out with so far.  That doesn't make me
promiscuous or a bad person, does it?   Hell, I'm a
healthy, gay,  nineteen year old enjoying myself with
willing boy partners.  Oh my God, there I go again.
Why do I go over this same thing so often...  I'm
probably trying to convince myself I'm OK..I'm
sexually normal.  Maybe that's it, but I hate laying
awake in bed because that's when all these crazy ideas
pop-up.  It drives me nuts.... can't seem to stop
myself from doing it though.

Trying to make my mind blank didn't worked so I
thought about Frankie instead.  Making out with him
had produced the most intense sexual feelings I've
ever had...the head of my cock in constant motion,
vibrating and pulsating.  Wow... kissing him and
sucking on  his tongue, his lips,  and neck made me
want to meld inside his body and live in there with
him... our naked hearts beating against one another
.... my boner inside Frankie's boner...both of us
experiencing what the other is experiencing.  It's a
dreamy wonderful time having Frankie's tongue in my
mouth... or him sucking mine.

Frankie drives me wild... his smell, his looks, his
voice...his everything. I don't get nearly as aroused
making out with other boys...not like with Frankie.
It's sort of a gliding-on-air experience...  with an
incredibly sensitized boner...one that seems on the
edge of blowing the longest string of cum that ever
flew out of a boy's cock. No one else does that to me
....except maybe Joey, he comes close to making me
feel like that too.  I'd never considered Joey in the
same light as Frankie before ...but there he is in my
head right now.   Hmmmm, what an interesting
revelation.

The next thing I was aware of were the two loud tones
sounding from that huge grandfather clock at the
bottom of the stairs....two tones, indicating 2am.
We'd slept for an hour and a half?  Could that be
possible?  I was suppose to leave with Alexander at
1am.  Oh man, this sucks!  Jostling Spunky gently  two
times.... then rocking his body and calling out his
name in a stage whisper, "Spunky, Spunky...wake-up
dude, it's two o'clock in the morning".  Spunky sat up
quickly then and asked, "What are we doing here,
Oliver?"

It took a minute for Spunky to get his bearings and
then he told me that the time didn't worry him because
he was spending the night here.  With Tunes.  Spunky
lived with his father who was away on business every
Friday till Sunday.  Tunes brought Spunky to the club
regularly and usually screwed him once or twice before
bed and sometimes in the morning too.  This reminded
me to ask about Tunes small "package".    Tunes'
stretchy, show-all,  Batman costume hadn't shown up
much of a package for the Tune man so I was curious
because...well hell,  there's just something
fascinating about a small cock...not that mine's
small.    Mine is average at five plus inches...six
inches when at it's bone-hard hardest.  Small cocks
fascinate me, that's all....a curiosity.

Spunky adopted a quiet manner, as if this was a very
serious subject.  He began explaining that Tunes did
have a very small dick ...one that required very
little lube.  It was a nice gentle feeling being
fucked my Tunes.  Small dick for sure...especially for
a full grown guy.  Not the smallest one Spunky had
ever seen though.  In high school gym there are a
number of smaller ones on the younger teens....and
Spunky confirmed that he had closely checked them all
out too.

Spunky elaborated, "By the tenth grade, the cock you
got is the one you're going to have till you get old
in your forties or fifties and it starts to shrivel up
on ya. Then I don't know what the fuck happens.  The
old dude who did me tonight had a ribbed condom on and
his cock didn't feel small because he was obviously
wearing four or five condoms to build-up his shriveled
dick."    I gave Spunky no reaction, just studied his
face to see if he was serious... it seems he was.
Well, he's never claimed to be a Mensa candidate.
But, ya know...he was so sincere about it... as if he
was giving me little known, but  vital information.
Something so sweet about him... I squeezed around his
neck with my arm... he looked up and with a quizzical
look on his face and asked, "Can I fuck you now,
Oliver?"

I chuckled, but the truth is that after the poppers
had worn off I'd started re-thinking Ronald's fuck and
realized it had lost a lot of the mystical powers I'd
attributed to it initially.  I'll still give him his
props, it was a damn good screwing, but maybe just not
as fabulous as the poppers and butt plug had me
believing at the time.  So it's two and a half hours
later now and I wouldn't mind one bit getting "done"
by Spunky's fat cock.  After all, this is suppose to
be the wild, adventurous part of my Thanksgiving break
and, to be honest with ya...  that big cock of
Spunky's has been of some interest to me ever since I
jerked him off the last time I was here.  His hard
cock had felt good rubbing against my boner earlier
here in bed too....and,  it sure didn't look like
Alexander was going to be taking care of business for
me tonight.

With all that in mind I spoke quietly saying,  "OK
Spunky, that sounds "hot".  Ya got a condom, right?"
He mumbled, "Oh no!" and scrambled off the bed to
start opening drawers in the night stand.  Nothing
there.  "God damnit!" Spunky shouted, "I thought about
bringing a condom, but where could I keep it in the
stupid costume we have to wear?  Tunes always brings
the condoms, ya know?"  We looked in the little closet
by the door...no condom, but there were two heavy
cotton bathrobes, bearing the club's logo, hanging in
plastic bags... back from the cleaners.  We put the
robes on and went out in the hallway looking for a
condom.  Spunky had this take charge, determined look
on his youthful face as he strutted from room to room
mumbling something about, " that ribbed condom Mr
Wiere fucked me with".   A ribbed condom would be
something new and fine by me.  Spunky's whole demeanor
kept me smiling.  Then I just stared at his bright red
hair and thought of Frankie and about the one time
he'd fucked me... sort of fucked me.

Moving down the hall, most of the doors were unlocked,
but no condoms.  At the end of the hall was a large
locker room, so we wandered in.  No condoms there
either, but a number of men who had probably taken
advantages of the "get acquainted" rooms earlier were
taking showers.  It was loud in there with shouting
and laughter back and forth....steam billowing from
the line of shower stalls.  There were two piles of
bath towels along with tubes of shampoo and bathing
gels so Spunky and me grabbed a couple,  hung up the
robes, and shared a shower stall.  The water was quite
warm pouring our of three shower heads, just like in
Alexander's condo bath...it felt wonderful.  We
shampooed each others hair... most of the remaining
black die came out of mine.  We washed each other's
bodies for at least fifteen minutes....the last ten
with our pokers repeatedly bumping into one another's
belly.

Spunky asked, "Ya think I could fuck you here,
Oliver?"   I was ready for it,  but men were walking
back and forth to and from shower stalls, so I told
him it wouldn't be cool to put on a show for all these
men.  Drying off and putting the bathrobes on we went
back to our first room to grab our costumes.  A few
rooms down was unoccupied, with clean linens on the
bed so we went in.   "No condom, but how about we try
a nice yummy sixty-nine?" was my suggestion.   Spunky
wet his lips, his eyes got big and shiny as he said,
"Oh yeah" and that's what we did.  The feel of
Spunky's shaved, smooth as silk body aroused me so
much as we hugged and cuddled against each other....
we fit ourselves into each other as tight as two boys
can get, just enjoying how it felt.  After a bit we
slipped into  our over-do make-out.  Oh my, the boners
that sprung up from that activity ...

When we couldn't wait any longer Spunky scrambled
around on the bed and took hold of my hard cock in his
fist,  licked it from my nuts up to the head just as I
was plopping his in my mouth.  His cock is very fat
and it surely was a mouthful, but I managed to suck
and lap it without pulling a muscle in my tongue...or
anything like that.  I really love sucking on young
guys' cocks.  Perhaps I've mention that fact once or
twice before.   The sixty-nine action gets tricky for
me, trying to figure out what to concentrate on at any
given moment... the great fat cock in my mouth or the
truly sensational  feelings radiating from my cock and
balls as Spunky demonstrated that he knew a little
something about sucking a guy's pecker.

Oh my God, sixty-nine is wicked hot.  And the sucking
and licking is so much hotter around a shaved pube
area.  Smooth as skin can get, not a single hair or
stubble....just tight, youthful, nice smelling, nice
tasting, boy cock and belly and ball-sack skin....it's
enough to make a person dizzy.  I lapped Spunky's
hairless nut sack over and over before sucking his
slippery nuts into my mouth one at a time and then
both together...what a mouthful!   Pressing against
his sack with my tongue,  squeezing his balls together
until I heard him grunt and buck his hips.... precum
drooled down his boner over my fingers and finally
across my cheek. Then I  stroked his cock a few times
trying for more pre cum....all the time Spunky sucking
me off like a pro.  So many different sensations
happening at once...  Awesome..

Spunky would lazily stroke my wet boner whenever he'd
switch from sucking on that dripping cock of mine to
pushing up my leg and begin rimming my ass....after
that I was more than happy to help him by holding my
leg up for him myself.  His rimming was very energetic
and  when his tongue went in my hole I had to pull my
head away from his cock, squeeze my eyes and mouth
shut and concentrate with all my might not to blow off
a cum load right that second.  I counted to ten and
then relaxed enough to enjoy the thrill of almost
cuming.

Putting his fat boner back in my mouth to suck on some
more just before following Spunky's lead.  I lapped
down his boner, over his hard nuts heading for his
hole.  Spunky lifted his leg before I even got there
and I energetically rimming him for five minutes
straight... he gasped, then stopped everything to
grunt out, "I'm getting ready to blow my wad,
Oliver...put it back in your mouth so I can really get
off".

A few more laps across his hole and then dragging my
tongue up and over his nuts, which were now tight
against his groin, I licked up his boner twice slowly.
  Spunky was making a long hissing sound between his
teeth while he held my boner in his fist, like you
might hold a microphone.   I hesitated for a second
and then sucked his throbbing cock back in my warm,
saliva-filled mouth to tongue the  swollen cock
head...round and round my tongue went rimming his pee
slit and lapping around the cut skin at the neck of
his tulip-shaped, expanding head...all the time doing
short strokes, jerking him off with my thumb and index
fingers.  With a grunt and a long moan, Spunky  put my
boner back in his mouth and licked with his tongue as
he sucked with his lips.... "Ooooooh" squeezed out of
my mouth past his fat cock....

It wasn't long before Spunky blubbered something out
around my boner and his first long stream of cum
fill-up my mouth.  The second volley overloaded my
mouth and his cum mixing with my spit  ran down my
chin in a stream... one more shot of creamy teen-boy
cum and I was just able to swallow half of it before I
shot off hard into Spunky's mouth.  With my mouth full
of cum I went, "Ohhhh' again and began to swallow the
rest of Spunky's almost tasteless, thick, creamy load.


It all happened so fast...the thrilling sensation of
my initial climax along with Spunky's strong sucking
action...those two things together made me take a
quick inhale and along with the oxygen a lot of that
last half-swallowed cum sucked right up my nose.  That
same thing happens when I blow Randy sometimes ....he
and Spunky produced a great amount of cum.   Spunky
could really suck  my boner and once my mouth was
empty I was squealing and blowing cum bubbles out my
nose...the little bubbles burst against Spunky's
thigh... my hips were humping as Spunky held tight to
my cock, keeping it in his mouth... he sucked till my
balls were empty.

We just lay there in that sixty-nine position for a
few minutes...not talking, just breathing hard.
Spunky's cock and balls smelled good... his natural
body smell I mean, over and above the bath gel that
was barely detectable by now.  Resting my face against
his smooth belly and loosely holding onto his
softening cock...my index finger poking up his hole,
my nose rubbing against his belly and then down to rub
against his loose nuts...all in my effort to realize
more of that Spunky-smell.

When Spunky stopped moaning and started his scrambling
move to get around to join me at the top of the bed my
finger pulled right out of his hole and I had to let
go of his cock, but I'd had myself a very sexy ten
minutes.   Really enjoyed having that cock in my mouth
and that young teen body all around me...wished it
could have lasted longer.  Very, very nice.   Spunky,
sharing the pillow again, had his eyes as wide open as
mine.  We looked at each other with amazed expressions
because it was had been a very sexy time together..
exceeding our expectations I think.   When he asked,
"You OK, Oliver?"  I told him that he was an excellent
cock sucker.  He appeared to be touched by that and
said in a serious manner, "Oh gosh, thanks
Oliver...that's so nice of you to say".

HA ha....He's so innocent and so "not-too-bright"...
I've grown very fond of him.  I smiled real hard and
kissed him which started us off on a low level
make-out that got our peckers back up as high as
medium hard.  It's still enjoyable to make-out right
after climaxing, in case you were wondering.    Spunky
was running his fingers through my short hair telling
me how it was almost back to it's regular shade of
brown and I was casually playing with his semi-hard
cock and rubbing his hairless belly thinking...  a
shaved body is WAY better!

All the poppers affect had long gone and it had been
quite a while since our last alcoholic beverage so we
were both starting to get that little early warning,
hang-over feeling.  Spunky said, "My head hurts,
Oliver.  Let's get out of here and see what's going
on.  If it's OK with you.".   We dragged ourselves off
the bed, put on our ridiculous costumes and went
looking for another drink,  or a Tylenol ... we didn't
much care which one we found first.  It was after two
o'clock in the morning, but the club was still rocking
and rolling.  It didn't seem like very many guys had
left, except perhaps the guys we wanted to find...
Alexander and Tunes.

Actually, it didn't surprise me that Alexander wasn't
here because he's real conscientious about his
business and I thought that by now he'd be in his
condo sleeping.... he had to work at the barbershop
with Anthony tomorrow... Saturday.  It is almost
certain that he'd made arrangements before he left to
get me there somehow...  that's why I wanted to find
Tunes.

As luck would have it we ran into Roger first.  He was
slightly drunk and therefore, almost friendly.  "You
two hotties hooked-up for a little teen fun, huh?!
I'm jealous.  Come on boys I'll buy ya both a beer".
And, he did too.  I didn't really want it and as soon
as I got the bartender's attention I asked quietly for
some Tylenol.... he reached under the bar and plopped
a bottle of Advil in front of me.  Taking two with my
beer and then pushed the bottle to Spunky who took
three  and held them in his hand while he patiently
explained to Roger that Tunes wouldn't want him
blowing him..."Sorry, Roger".  Roger glanced over at
me, did a dismissive shake of his head and then
started bitching about his date who hadn't been seen
for two hours.  I thought, but didn't say... "Ha ha,
he couldn't stand you either,  you pompous ass"...
 That's how grown-up and classy I can be.

We sipped our beer and bummed a couple of cigarettes
from a passing Batman.  Ugh, Salem lights.."Sail em,
don't inhale em", Roger said. I go, "What?" He
explained in great depth how  his senior marketing
class in college went retro and Roger got even more
pompous then usual with this lecture about
advertising...blah, blah, blah.  "Tell it to somebody
who gives a shit" is another thing I thought, but
didn't say.  After a while Spunky screwed up his face
and said, "What are you talking about, Roger"... Roger
stopped, looked at both of us, made a face like "why
am I talking to these two nitwits?"  Then he mumbles,
"Forget about it.  I gotta go" and he got up and
walked out of the bar.  I laughed and Spunky looked
confused.  Then we both saw Tunes walking in and, at
the same time,  called out, "Tunes, over here".

Tunes seemed in a good mood, "You two teenie-bopper
perverts having fun?"  Spunky said, "What do ya mean?"
 I said, "We're having a blast, but I messed-up my
ride home by falling asleep.  Did Alexander say
anything about me getting to his condo?"  Tunes nodded
his head that "yeah, Alexander had said something",
but before telling me what it was he ordered an Irish
Coffee and, when he offered.... Spunky ordered a coke,
I ordered a regular coffee with cream and five sugars.
 The bartender taking our barely sipped beers away,
stared at me. I frowned at his stare and asked, "What?
 He chuckled saying, "A little coffee with your
sugar... coming up".  "What?" I said, again.

While waiting for our drinks Tunes told me that when
the valet-parking boys are off duty I'd get a ride
home with one of them.  Alexander had tipped one of
the boys twenty dollars to drive me to the condo.
Great! and I bet I know which valet boy he tipped
too.... I was feeling perkier by the second thinking
about Bobby.  The recent sixty-nine climax not
withstanding, Bobby was very interesting to me.  What
a hot looking nineteen year old he is.

Tunes bought a pack of Marlboro Lights, we drank our
drinks and smoked our cigarettes while Tunes, in
between sips and drags,  sweet talked with Spunky.
Spunky kept looking over at me with a concerned frown
on his clueless, cute face.  I tried to give a nice
smile back at him indicating that everything was fine.
 I think that Tunes finally got tired of Spunky paying
so much attention to me because he looked over and
suggested, in a nice way,  that maybe I should go
check-out arrangements for my ride to the condo.

Then, he probably felt that he'd been too direct and
maybe a little rude so quickly added that he and
Spunky had a room for the night and they were going up
there now, so....  That's fine, but it still boils
down to, "beat it".  However, no problem, it was
perfectly fine with me.   Spunky, on the other hand,
must have felt like he was abandoning me or something
because he leaned over to whisper in my ear, "I'm
sorry Oliver, I have to go with Tunes...you
understand, don't you?  Will you be alright without
me?"

Oh my!  I bit my lip to keep from smiling or, God
forbid, laughing out loud and in a mournful voice I
assured Spunky that I'm good... everything is OK.  He
held my face between his hands and told me that next
time he'd try to spend more time with me...he
promised.  I didn't know what the fuck to do or say to
that...it was so bizarre.  I just gave him a shy smile
and a little wave.  The two of them finally walked
away with their arms around each other's waist.   I
headed out of the bar wondering if occasionally Tunes
lets Spunky fuck him ...bet he does.  I sure as hell
wouldn't mind Spunky fucking me with that great
fifteen-year-old cock of his.   Wish we could have
found a condom.

Damn,  it was wicked cold outside the club ...  I was
only wearing that skimpy silk costume.  Too cold... so
back inside I go to look for one of Alexander's
friends.  Maybe someone can lend me something from
their car or locker.... a sweatshirt, a jacket or
something to keep me from freezing to death while I'm
looking for the parking-valets.  When looking for one
of Alexander's friends it's always wise to check the
bars first .... these boys are boozers.

The first bar I came to was named "HOTTIE LOUNGE"
....  immediately, above the heavy rap music,  Dennis'
lisping voice could be heard yelling something which
caused lots of laughter.  Dennis and six other guys
were sitting together at the bar ogling naked young
boys who were dancing on a small stage situated behind
the bartenders' space.  The dancing boys all had their
puberty packages, but just barely for two of them.
Couldn't help but stare... Is there anything in the
world more beautiful?   I can only hope they know what
their doing.

"Oliver, over here" called out Ronald.  He was sitting
next to Dennis  facing the door I'd just walked
through.  Mr Wiere, the older guy who had won the
auction for Spunky was also there, plus a couple of
guys I'd seen around, but hadn't met .  By the time I
was finally able to fight my way through the group of
men standing around the small bar area both my front
and back Velcro flaps had been pulled open.  Stepping
up to the bar I saw that Dennis and Ronald each had
their hand in the other's lap.  They were stroking
bare boners that pointed straight up out of their
pants.  My mouth must have dropped open  because
everyone laughed when they saw my face.  Immediately
following the laughter I got hugged, kissed and
generally mauled by three of the guys closest to me.
They were all drunk.  Someone fondled my ass roughly
before I was able to squeeze in between Dennis and
Ronald.

Explaining my need for something warm to wear Dennis
said, "No problem Oliver.   They sell all kinds of T
shirts and sweatshirts and hats right from the bar
here".  He bought me an XLARGE purple sweat shirt that
had  "HOTTIE LOUNGE" across the chest in big pink
letters.  I pulled it over my head and it hung down
below my ass...nice warm fleece material.  My folks
will love it!  I kissed Dennis "thank you" and headed
outside to find Bobby...or someone from the valet
service.  I didn't want to mess-up this ride...  The
parking lot was in the back.   Walking all the way
around the club and then,  there it was.... a lighted
building titled "Parking Office".  Opening the door
and cigarette smoke engulfed me.  "Yeah, what do ya
need, kid?" asked a middle aged man.  There were six
guys about my age smoking cigarettes, talking,  and
drinking cokes.  None of them was Bobby.

One of the boys in the group spoke up, "Are you
Bobby's, ah, er, friend" and I nodded my head "yes".
"He's delivering a car to the front right now, come on
in and wait for him, if ya want to".  The middle age
man was sort of blocking my way.  He had a pot belly,
a pimp mustache,  and a bad mousy brown, comb-over.
"Martin Snooky, I run the valet service" he said as he
held out his hand to shake, "Call me Marty.  Ya
looking for a job?"  Marty was wearing a plaid sport
coat, with a maroon shirt and tie.  It went perfect
with the comb-over.  I told him I wasn't from around
here so I must decline his kind invitation of
employment.  He immediately lost interest in me ... I
went over to sit with the valet boys.  Marty went back
to sit behind a small table where he had papers to
shuffle.

The kid who had spoken up had a seventies style
Beatles' haircut and braces on his teeth....he told me
his name was Ned something, I forget the last name.
He had some acne on his forehead, but he was still
kinda cute.  I introduced myself and took the offer of
a cigarette as the heavy set kid next to Ned asked,
"You queer?"  I told him, "Yes. I'm gay...how bout
you?"  He wasn't, but he didn't seem to mind that I
was.  It's hard to tell, but none of these kids
appeared to be gay.  Bobby certainly was though and
these kids apparently knew he was too, but didn't
care.  Cool dudes.

They were telling stories while waiting for
three-thirty to get here... that's the club's official
closing time and the end of their work night.  The
heavy set kid was Rory and he was telling what he and
his bud did for laughs.  He said they'd casually
"lift" a handful of condom six-packs from the Pharmacy
section of the supermarket and wander  around putting
a six pack in unsuspecting shoppers' carts.  Then
they'd hang out at the check-out registers to watch
the shopper's faces when the condom packs got
rung-up..   Rory had a comical way of telling a story
and we all got to chuckling pretty good by the time he
was done.  Ned passed me his coke and I took a big
swallow and almost choked because it was heavy with
rum.  He smiled cutely as I dragged on my cigarette,
praying I wouldn't throw-up.

Ned started laughing before he even told his story.
It involved the Mall where he and his posse liked to
leave a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading
into the women's restroom.  Lots of groans at that.
A short boy with a military bearing about him...very
serious, very neat clothing and a marine
haircut....perhaps a Napoleon complex too,  spoke up.
 What he liked to do in department stores is look
right into the security camera and use it as a mirror
while he methodically and elaborately picked his nose.
 Man, we had some laughing going on now....I guess ya
really can't tell a book by it's cover. That's the
last thing one might expect out of that kid.  Lots of
laughs... partially as a result of the rum and, of
course,  these bullshit stories too...well, I assume
they're bullshit.  In any case I got the giggles going
pretty good listening to them.

The maroon boss-man came over to tell us one of his
favorite ways to "fuck" with somebody's head.  When
visiting his in-laws in  Georgia he'd go to the
hunting section of the department store and while
fondling a big hand gun, put this dead look on his
face, and then mumble a question to a stranger about
where he might buy some antidepressants.  Us kids
exchanged looks and Ned went, "Duh...not that story
again, Marty"  Marty said, "Go fuck yourself, Neddy
boy".  They were smiling when they exchanged those
"pleasantries" so I relaxed and had some more rum and
coke just as Bobby came in.

Bobby told Marty that business was picking up...the
members were beginning to leave.  Then him and me hit
fists lightly, said "Yo, bro!" and did a one arm hug,
just like we were old buddies...and straight ones at
that.  Bobby quietly said, "Your friend Alexander paid
me to be your chauffeur when I get off work, Oliver."
I'd guessed as much and  explained to Bobby about my
missed ride.  Well, obviously I didn't tell the truth
about that...I didn't think there was a great deal of
"truth" flying around in that little building anyway.
Some good chuckles though.

It was just after three in the morning and guys were
leaving regularly now so all the valets got busy
bringing cars up for the members.  I walked back to
the club,  wandering around doing some people
watching.  Maybe 90% of the guys I saw were either
drunk or at least feeling no pain and different ones
would hit on me every couple of minutes.  Good natured
"hitting"....it was more complimentary than anything
else and I felt pretty good.  By now I was mostly
sober, but maybe still a little bit under the
influence.  Anyway,  all the attention struck me as a
fun thing.  Then, sometime later,  Bobby was tapping
me on the shoulder and  I discovered I'd fallen sound
asleep in the lobby stretched out on a leather sofa.
Perhaps, not as sober as I'd thought.

Bobby was laughing at me because of the drool on my
chin and because at first I didn't know where I was
at.  "You must have really crashed, Oliver.  You're in
a total fog!  Come on boy, we gotta go".  It was like,
"What?  Oh yeah..sure, Bobby" and then struggling to
get myself off that huge piece of furniture.   Bobby
helped support me initially .... still chuckling at my
condition.  "Don't tell me you're going to be too
tired to give me my good night kiss, Oliver".   Bobby
said that with his lips against my ear,  leaving a bit
of saliva behind when he was done.  My immediate reply
was, "Oh no, you've got a kiss coming, Bobby."  He
goosed my ass real good making my dick move a little
bit, as much as it could in that silky "Robin" costume
bottoms.

The car we got into was an old Ford sedan, model
unknown.  Everything about it was big and ugly ....
Bobby said it was his mom's. He tried starting it and
it almost caught, then fizzled out.  He pumped the gas
once and tried again...same result.   "What a shit
box" I said without thinking,  and instead of getting
mad Bobby laughed his ass off.  "Don't hold back
Oliver, what do you really think about it?"  This was
one of those rare deals where you feel you've know
someone all your life, someone that you've just
met.... that's how it was with Bobby and me.  We
laughed together.

Actually, Bobby had begun making me feel comfortable
with him as soon as he saw me drive up with Alexander.
  He's so unpretentious...a few times he'd left
himself open to be humiliated by a person who would do
something like that...like the little girly/boy had
done earlier in the night, for example.  Of course I
wouldn't do that, but Bobby had no way of knowing.
Right up front he'd made it obvious that he was
interested in me...he wasn't worried, like I always
am, about being rejected.

He'd told me I was the type of boy he had always
dreamed about having for a boyfriend...  Can you
imagine how vulnerable he'd made himself there?  What
if I said something like, "You're such a dork!  Ya
look like a cunt with that ponytail too, ya know?"
There have been many bullies in my life who would have
said something mean like that...gay or straight.
Guess I'm cynical, but I can't imagine leaving my
feelings exposed like Bobby does.  That being said...
his behavior endeared him to me,  flattered me too.

Maybe just being open and honest from the start is the
way to go...but, nah, I don't have the self confidence
for that.  What I usually do is try not to annoy
anyone and just wait patiently for a boy to make a
move on me.  When he eventually does,  I drop my pants
and put my butt up in the air for him.  It's sort of
worked for me so far....never had so many friends in
all my life as I've made the last nine months.  It
made me feel popular.  Looking over,  checking out
Bobby... couldn't help but notice that he looked like
a little kid behind the wheel of that big Ford...a
really cute little kid who was too young to drive.
With a determined frown on his face he twisted the key
real hard in the ignition... as if the harder he
twisted the key, the more likely it would be to start
...he pumped the gas pedal hard again too.  No luck
that time, but on the third try the engine finally
caught and Bobby floored the gas to warm it up.

Proud of himself, he looked over with a cute smirk on
his face and said, "Shit box, my ass"...  not being
able to stop myself, I leaned over and kissed the
corner of his mouth.  Bobby pulled his head away and
said, "Not yet Oliver, let me get us away from the
club". He drove out of the parking lot and it took
only a minute to get on the highway and then he held
out his right hand to me, steering the car with his
left.  Keeping his eyes on the road, he said "Let's
hold hands, OK?"

I moved over closer to him and took his hand and held
it,  both our hands resting on my left thigh.  I held
his hand just like we'd done hours ago at the
club...like a boy and girl hold hands.  The feel of
his palm against mine was so sweet I had to bite my
lip to keep from moaning.  Bobby was driving too fast,
but I'll be damned if I was going to say anything
about that.  It quickly became obvious we weren't
heading for Alexander's neighborhood so I did question
where we were going and Bobby looked over with a
mischievous expression and told me the town's "lovers
lane" wasn't far...that I still needed to give him his
goodnight kiss, so..how about it?.  He seemed real
excited about the whole thing too....  I said, "Hell,
yeah!"

Less than five minutes later we pulled onto a gravel
road that led us to what use to be a drive-in movie.
I was like, "Wow!  I've never been to one of these"
The big backboard for the outdoor screen was still
standing, although just barely. The front screen
portion was gray, not white and the whole structure
was leaning precariously to the left.  Lot's of metal
poles standing in rows looking like parking meters.

I'd seen an old movie on cable TV a couple of years
ago that showed teen boys going to a drive-in movie.
Some of the kids hid in the trunk of a car so they
wouldn't have to pay. The movie was called "The
Outsiders" and it had a lot of cute young guys
starring in it...one may have been named Pony, another
Soda Pop and one was named Dallas and another one was
Johnny. The actor who played  Johnny later played the
lead role in the old The Karate Kid movies.  Those
movies must have been made before I was born because
some of the stars that were cute kids back then,  are
grown-up stars now...like Tom Cruise for one.  I'm not
good with names so I can't remember the others.  If
you get a chance, rent the DVD just to check-out the
boys...the movie itself is wicked corny.

Gee, just think of the possibilities at a
drive-in....you could do pretty much what you wanted
in your car.  At a real movie you get yelled at for
whispering.  Bobby pulled his mom's shit-box car way
over to the far side of the drive-in and turned off
the lights.  He left the engine running so we could
keep the heater working....it was real cold outside at
almost four in the morning.  Even though it was late,
we weren't the only ones there.  We could just see two
other cars further up,  both with their lights off and
the windows all fogged up.

Bobby and me crawled over into the back seat and got
under a funky smelling car blanket.  We made out for a
few minutes and then Bobby said, "Let's take off our
clothes, Oliver.  Do ya think that would be alright?"
Spunky had asked me the same thing hours ago in that
little "greet & meet" room at the club.  Odd to think
other boys were now looking up to me for approval,
asking if their suggestion was OK...odd indeed, from
my prospective.  I said, "Don't have much to take off
myself, but let's do it".

Bobby made fun of my "HOTTIE LOUNGE" fleece sweatshirt
as I pulled it over my head.  I told him to be
nice...that I was re-gifting it to my dad for
Christmas.  We got laughing about that. Then he
noticed Alexander's huge hickey and touched it with
his index finger saying, "I've seen one of those on
every one of his boys" and, for the first time, I
didn't like being lumped in with Alexander's "boys".
Didn't say anything about it though.

Shortly I was completely naked except for my silk
slippers and Bobby was completely naked except for his
jockey underwear and sweat socks.  Still stinging a
little about the Alexander's "boys" comment I ordered
him to, "Get then down, Bobby".  He said "OK" and
pulled his sweat socks off.  Giving him a blank stare
while he told me that all of a sudden he felt shy
about getting naked in front of me.   I could tell he
was teasing because he'd said it in a funny voice so
we laughed briefly and then I tried to pull down one
side of his jockey shorts real fast.   He was faster
and  jerked my arm behind my back.... that started us
wrestling.  Bobby had average strength which meant we
were equal so we flounced around in the back seat
laughing and cursing at each other.  We were exerting
enough energy that I could feel the sweat on Bobby
forehead when our heads rubbed together..

After a minute or two my hand ended up inside his
jockey shorts.    I quickly cupped his nuts in my fist
and said,  "OK, Bobby...ya want your nuts squeezed or
ya want to pull down these fucking shorts?"  The
shorts came right off and we nestled together under
the blanket giggling like the little kids we were
acting like.  His body felt nice to cuddle with, but
his body wasn't a top-of-the-line model.  He was ever
so slightly chubby...what I call baby fat was obvious
around his waist and belly.  No way he was fat-fat,
just not tight and tuned...I though of Joey's body and
gulped remembering how he felt.  "Tight and tuned"
didn't do Joey's body justice.  Bobby commented on how
much he liked my hairless body.

He had his arm around my waist and after he mentioned
my shaved body he told me it felt a bit skinny
too...so he wasn't totally thrilled with my body
either.  Thrilled or not, neither one of us could
squeeze the other any tighter then we were doing.
Almost immediately I could see the blanket poking up
off Bobby's lap so I felt under there and grabbed his
boner with my fist.  A real nice boner he had too,
longer and fatter than mine... but not a great deal in
either case.  Just a real nice fistful.  Feeling up at
the head only to be disappointed to find that Bobby
was cut like me.

Thinking of Joey's uncut cock...it is awesome to
stroke...so fluid with the extra skin slipping up and
over to cover the cock head and then sliding off it
nice and smooth like.  I got a tight boner myself just
from holding Bobby's and thinking about Joey's.  A
boner is yet another thing I love about boys!!  Bobby
didn't have any hair on his chest, but he had the
regular amount on his legs and a normal amount for his
pubes.  It was fun rubbing through his bush and up and
down his leg... sexy too.

The feel of his hands on me was so hot.   I stroked
his boner in an almost unconscious manner with one
hand and lazily rubbed his body with the other.  Man,
it was relaxing and sexually stimulating at the same
time.  We talked about school and about being gay.  We
were both in the "closet" for just about everybody
except guys at college and the guys Bobby worked with
here at the club.  Frankie and Pete were the only guys
from my job last summer that knew I was gay.

We slipped back into a hot make-out, Bobby following
my lead with the spit swapping and was soon doing it
as good as Frankie, me or Joey.  I get in a trance
licking another boy's tongue, face, and neck...
especially while they're doing the same to me.
Trances are so peaceful and wonderful and soothing and
sexy.  We were breathing hard through our noses and
groaning and moaning at the same time. I loved the way
he smelled just like I loved the way most of the boys
I've made-out with smelled...none of them were the
same.  Hell, I even loved the way Myer's smelled with
that young teen BO of his... ha ha.. awesomely sexy.

Our making-out got real hot and after a while it felt
like I was going to cum so I said, "Wait, Bobby...I
don't want to cum yet"  ...  He stopped licking my
throat and stroking my cock, took some deep breaths,
kept his arm around my neck, and said nothing.  His
own cock was dripping wet as he continued doing little
humps with his hips.  We laid back against the car
seat with our sweaty heads together and talked some
more.  Bobby admitted he was a virgin.  He'd had
circle jerks when he was a young teen and he and a
high school friend finally worked-up the courage to
suck each other's cock.  That went on during the
second half of his senior year....then his cock
sucking friend joined the Army while Bobby enrolled in
community college.  Nothing in the way of sex since
then.  That was the total of his sex life.

My story was even worse than his all the way through
high school, but then it picked-up dramatically on my
senior class trip and beyond.  I didn't tell him all
of it, just an outline...an over-view.  I was
concerned I'd sound like a tramp or a slut if I told
him everything... and maybe I even am one.  As I've
mentioned any number of times, it's one of the things
I always find time to worry about.  Bobby was quiet,
then swallowed hard and coughed, started to say
something but only a wheeze came out.  When his entire
body got stiff he just barely was  able to squeak out
real fast,  "Can we fuck tonight?"

That question was a surprising one to me and I almost
said, "Of course we're going to fuck tonight" but I
didn't say that.  I said, "Are you sure you want to,
Bobby?   I only want to if you want to.."  He told me
he'd been thinking about me ever since I gave him that
kiss goodnight the last time I was at the club.  That
kiss was still a mystery to me,  but I kept that fact
to myself.   Just to say something, I asked was there
anything he'd like me to explain or help him with...
this being his first fuck and all.  Bobby said he
wasn't a retard....he'd been on line about a thousand
times watching gay sex...he knew how it was done and
he had a plan.  The master "plan" that he'd had in his
head for the past couple of months  went like
this..... he would fuck me until he was almost ready
to cum.  Then he'd pull out and I'd fuck him till we
both shot off our loads together.  Hmmm,  that's quite
a plan...

His plan had less then a snowball's chance in hell of
going the way he thought it would, but instead of
being negative I said, "Whatever you want, Bobby.
It's your first time and it's an honor to be your
first partner... swear to God it is."   I was Joey's
first gay fuck partner too and I still can't get over
it...it's such a hot thought.  Of course,  there was
no way Bobby was going to be able to stop and  "pull
out" of my hole if he was right on the verge of
cuming...no fucking way.  But... won't it be fun to
see what he does instead.

When I mentioned condoms Bobby was like, "Condom?
I've never had sex with anybody ever Oliver, don't you
believe me?"  I told him it was his partner he needed
to worry about...in this case, me.  We talked that
over for a couple of minutes and he assured me he'd
get some condoms for his next partner, but he really
wanted to do this even though we didn't have a condom
tonight.  Well,  since I knew I was fine, in a
negative sense which was really a positive sense,   I
said "OK".... and then asked about lube.  The only
light inside the car was moon light, but it was enough
for me to see Bobby smirk proudly, reach under the
front seat and come up with a small tube of Vaseline
he'd swiped from the men's locker room.  Vaseline is
too greasy and messy, but in a pinch one must make
do....

"So you want to fuck me first" and he said "If that's
OK. Would you mind getting on your knees and elbows
like I saw some boys do in a video?"  The car had deep
back seats so that's what I did and Bobby immediately
started dabbing Vaseline on my hole.  He did it very
tentatively.  "Put a lot of it there and push it in
with your finger" I told him.  He did that and when
his finger went inside me he giggled and said, "Oh
God, I can't believe this" and he pushed his finger in
all the way up to the knuckle.  His rough probe hurt,
but I bit my lip and said nothing.    This is no time
to criticize.

Soon he had lots of lube up my hole and he was finger
fucking me like a pro... laughing nervously all the
time.  "This is so much weirder to do then it looks on
video, Oliver.  How does it feel?"  I assured him it
felt great and that now I needed to lube his hole for
when it was my turn to do him.  We switched positions
and at first he wouldn't relax his sphincter muscle
enough to allow my finger to get inside him...
although he claimed he was.  Finally I just forced my
finger past his ring and, surprisingly,  he didn't
yell out...instead,  he just whistled air between his
teeth for about thirty seconds and tightened his hole
even more.  Continuing to finger fuck him finally got
him a little loosened up.   I used the rest of the
tube of Vaseline up there because he had the tightest
hole I'd ever fingered.  My boner got stiff just
thinking about plowing that hole.

We were ready except now Bobby was nervous again and
he couldn't get a hard enough boner to poke into me.
I leaned over and sucked on it for him and he played
with my hair going.."Ah ah ah  oooh  yeah "  on and on
and he humped his hips and squirmed like crazy....but
he got a boner that was plenty hard enough for the
job..  "Good to go, Bobby.  You got yourself a great
cock there, dude" and I got on my knees and elbows
like he requested earlier.  The car was quite
warm...too warm actually, but we weren't about to
delay this with temperature control concerns.

Bobby was on spread-out knees behind me and when he
had his balance he grabbed both sides of my hips and
rammed his fat cock right past my sphincter muscle and
all the way up me till his balls bounced off the
inside of my thigh.  I saw stars as Bobby exclaimed,
"Oh my God this is awesome!  I can't fucking believe
it.."  He pulled totally out of me and plowed right
back in the same way he'd done it the first time.
Jesus, that hurt and I told him not to pull his dick
all the way out.  He pulled all the way out and plowed
back in again... apologizing like mad, saying it was
an accident.

After that he was able to control himself enough to
keep at least the head of his cock in my hole with
each hump, but the whole thing turned into the most
out of control rabbit fuck ever in the history of
mankind...or of rabbits.  After the first dozen
thrusts it began feeling good even for me and got me
aroused.  Only real problem was that the top of my
head kept banging into the car's side door handle with
each of his forceful, fast humps into me. Bonk, bonk,
bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk....  killing the top of
my head.

All this time Bobby was making the oddest sounds.  My
cock was hard and bobbed off my belly with every wild
thrust...his hands dug into my sides as he held on for
dear life and fucked me like a wild child.  Frankly I
couldn't have done anything to stop him if I wanted
to...which I didn't want to do in any case.  It felt
good and I think it was mainly that this was so
different from any other fuck I'd had.  Probably the
best part for me was how rough he was and how
oblivious he was to that fact....I kinda liked that.
It was obvious that Bobby  was no more concerned about
how good this felt to me than a German Sheppard dog
would be if he were fucking me.  Humping me like a
madman, Bobby fired off his load in record time...
less than four minutes.  Fast for sure,  but it felt
like a big climax just the same... his cum was all
over my ass cheeks, dripping down the inside of both
my thighs.

He made that long "Eeeeeeeeeeee" sound when he
climaxed and followed with that same sound for each of
the three good follow-up spurts of cum he shot out of
that steel cock of his.  I couldn't jerk myself off
because I needed both forearms on the seat to keep
from tumbling off.  Bobby slowed up after his climax
and laid on my back moaning while he kept humping in
and out of me.  I never really got near my cum point
although it had been a fun ride....quick, but fun.   I
really liked the way Bobby was hugging me while doing
his post-climax humping too.  Actually this hugging
and slow humping in and out of me felt better than any
other part of the fuck ...perhaps  Bobby's agreed as
he kept repeating, "Oh yeah" every time he drove his
cock deep up inside me.

Sadly, he quite quickly ran out of energy and just
collapsed on top of me.  That caused us to go flat on
the seat...me feeling sorry about boner going down.  I
let him get his breath back and then said, "Is it time
for you to pull out yet so I can fuck you now?"  He
laughed and called me a "dick"...then said, "I forgot
about the pulling-out part, but everything else went
just as I figured it would'.  My reply was, "Yeah,
except for that tiny detail about us cuming at the
same time".  he said, "Oh, shit...yeah, except for
that too" and he laughed some more as we rustled
around to sit next to each other again.  His cum was
drooling out of my hole onto that funky blanket....

Bobby said he'd never cum that hard or that much or
that quickly... awesome from beginning to end.  I
said, "So you enjoyed the entire three minutes".  He
called me an asshole this time and we started
wrestling  again... laughing and cursing, like we did
earlier. I finally got a good hold of that fat
ponytail of his with both my hands and pulled his head
back, saying, "My turn" and he got quiet.  "I'm
nervous" he said and I remembered the same reaction
from Joey that first time for him so I didn't crack
jokes.... instead, getting serious, I told him we'd go
very slow and we'd stop the second he wanted to.

"Can we make out some more first, Oliver?"  We were
both nineteen, but Bobby was totally inexperienced
here and it made him act younger.... he looked younger
also.  I had no problem with either circumstance.  We
made-out.... me rubbing the back of his head and along
his sides and then his hairy legs and finally his
crotch.  He did relax and actually got a semi-hard
boner going so I finally said, "Just sit back against
the seat, Bobby".  Kneeling in front of him between
his legs, I fingered his hole while staring into his
eyes.  After a bit I was going all the way up with my
middle finger and when I pushed my index finger in
too, after quite a struggle...he was so tight.  At
first a little grimace, but then he gave me a small
smile and put both his hands on my shoulders
loosely....our foreheads came together.

He was ready and I spread his legs and pushed them
back a bit so his knees were in the air and his feet
were just on the edge of the seat.  I got on my feet
then and spread my legs wide too,  supported my knees
on the edge of the seat next to his feet and moved my
boner's head to Bobby's ass hole.  The Vaseline
glistened in the moonlight matching the glistening in
Bobby's eyes.  I nodded and smiled encouragement to
him, leaned toward him with my hands on the backside
of each thigh, pushing them up slightly and putting
some pressure against his hole....it took a really
hard hump to get past his sphincter ring.  Bobby went,
"Ohhhhhhhh,  that feels good", which was real
surprising to hear.

I quietly murmured, "Feels nice, Bobby,  doesn't it?
See, not to worry..." and I slid my throbbing boner
slowly up his ridiculously tight chute trying to keep
a slight smile on my face when actually I wanted to
moan out loud in pleasure.  His tight sphincter muscle
was like a ring around my boner that was a couple of
sizes too small. Half inch by half inch I pushed in,
that ring strangling my cock with every tiny thrust...
 I went all the way in till my hairless balls rested
gently on his ass cheek.  He went, "Mmmmmmmm  Oh,
soooo nice, this feels so good..." and he hugged
around my neck with both his arms and laid the side of
his head against mine for a second as I took a deep
breath....I'd been holding my breath the entire time.

It was some kind of miracle.  His first experience
having a hard cock pushed up that tight hole and he
just swooned with pleasure.... I expected that he'd be
howling in pain.  I pulled out slowly and he went
"Ohhhhh God that's awesome"...pushing back in he
started moaning again and said, "More, Oliver
...faster, please"  so I humped in all the way quickly
and started rhythmic thrust...  he began squirming on
the seat to beat the band.  It was fantastic watching
him and the feeling on my boner was electric hot and
tighter than tight.. My eyes watered with the pleasure
of that wonderfully tight grip all along the full
length of my cock...the swollen head left a trail of
precum up and down his tunnel.  It was beyond belief
..I hardly lasted longer than Bobby had.

Five or six minutes tops.... and then, abandoning all
pretenses, my head bent back,  my face all
scrunched-up from those intense sensations associated
with climax I plowed him five times fast...and out
shot a burning stream of cum which I pumped deep up
inside him making the ride slipperier now, but still
tight as hell.  Bobby had his face all scrunched up
too by now... he was making that "Mmmmmmm" sound real
loud, over and over, bouncing up off the back of the
seat squeezing his already incredibly tight hole even
tighter.  I squealed all the way through my climax....
like it was also my first time.  Bobby shot off two
little sprays of watery cum as he groped his boner and
stroked it wildly.  This kid is hot.

The sensations kept piling on, one on top of the
other, as I tried to recognize each one for full
pleasure impact.  Bobby was squirming like mad...hell,
I was too.  His hole was almost too tight....oh my God
that felt fantastic.  The head of my cock quickly got
too tender so I had to pull out of him.  I didn't want
to, had to.  Slowly now with Bobby lifting his ass up
off the seat and murmuring "Ahhhh's" and "Ohhhh's"
...he was very much into feelings of deep sexual
pleasure.  "Nothing can feel that good Oliver...it's
impossible!"  He said everything in a very slow, low
voice.  Myself, generally speaking...I prefer getting
fucked more than doing the fucking, although that's
excellent too....  apparently Bobby feels even
stronger about that than me.  We all have different
degrees of sensitivity in our holes back there.  It's
a medical fact that the anus is full of sensitive
spots...apparently more so in some guys than others.

I pulled Bobby sideways on the seat so he was laying
long-ways and  flopped on top of him belly to belly
with that funky blanket on top of me.... the wet cum
spot, from me sitting on it earlier, was coldly laying
on my thigh.  Our faces were next to each other and we
mostly just breathed onto each other's shoulders for a
few minutes.  Bobby's first gay sex and he couldn't
hardly believe how great it had felt....rare for a
first time.   Joey enjoyed his first time with me too.
 Could it be I have a talent for introducing boys to
the charms of gay fucking?   Perhaps I should forget
about Penn altogether and open a gay fuck clinic
instead.   Dream on....but, ya know,  Bobby is one boy
who just might end-up actively searching for a fuck
buddy.... that's how much he seemed to enjoy it.

We got ourselves breathing regularly again and Bobby
talked quietly, but rather quickly about could I do
him again tonight and did I think it was just me that
could make him feel this good getting fucked?  And,
how often did I think it was OK for him to be fucked
in one night and do I think I could suck on his cock
again like I did earlier and on and on...I loved
listening to his happy, naughty gay sex talk....  BUT,
 I've also never felt as tired as I did at that
moment.  It came on me fast.

It was like a wave of exhaustion that just overwhelmed
me.  Bobby's watch read four-ten in the morning.  I
reluctantly told Bobby we had to call it a night.  He
knew I was right, but we still hesitated a little
before moving around to sit up.  We bumped into each
other getting dressed and back up in the front
seats.... and then were both strangely quiet during
the short ride to Alexander's condo.  Maybe Bobby was
having those second thoughts about what we'd done...it
wouldn't be unheard of, but I'm afraid he's hooked now
so he best get use to it all.  Bobby is a boy who is
going to need it...like I think I do.  That didn't
make him a bad person so maybe it didn't make me one
either...

We drove down the alley to the back of Alexander's
condo.   Bobby was very tired by now too so we just
hugged for a second and had a quick kiss goodbye.  I
got out of that shit box Ford and watched him drive
away.  When his tail lights were out of sight I
punched in Alexander's code for the garage doors and
went in that way.  Upstairs it was very quiet.  I was
so tired, but I just had to take a quick shower before
 bed.  Five minutes later I dried myself, put on a
pair of Alexander's clean, but too-big boxer shorts
from a pile stacked on a chair.  Then, with a long
sigh, climbed in bed next to Alexander.  He was deep
asleep breathing easily and quietly.

Alexander had showered before bed too so he felt and
smelled real good.  I got up against him as he lay on
his left side, put my leg over his, my arm over his
chest and put my face against the back of his head.  I
was feeling very fond of him.  That's the last thing I
remember until opening my eyes and seeing 12:13 on the
digital clock beside the bed.  Past noon....  I'd
slept almost eight hours, but was still dog-tired.
Dragging myself out of bed was a necessity however...
I had to go both number one and number two in the
bathroom.  What a relief it was taking care of those
matters.  Almost as great a relief was brushing my
teeth and gargling with mouth wash.

After drinking two glasses of orange juice with two
Tylenol, I used my cell phone to call home.  My
purpose was to say I'd be leaving school soon.  Mom
answered and as always made me feel like I was the
greatest, most important person in the world.  She was
always excited when talking on the phone and she
immediately went into this long explanation.... it had
something to do with arrangements for the big
neighborhood holiday dinner being changed to this very
evening.   She was sure I wouldn't want to go with all
of them from house to house having cocktails in one
place and appetizers in another and entree in another
etc..  At first I was at a loss as to what the hell
she was talking about, but as she talked on it hit me
that this thing, this dinner or whatever...it  meant I
didn't have to be home until tomorrow or at least till
late this evening.

My Mom apologizing for the inconvenience was just
background noise now as I tried to figure out what to
do with this gift of extra time.  At that moment, one
thing was for sure..... I positively did NOT want any
type of sex done to my body.  So with that in mind,  I
decided I'd better still go on home, but not until
later today.  Time for more sleep!  When I could get a
word in I told her, "Oh, don't worry Mom.   I'll do a
few things here at school and leave later.  It's a big
help actually, the extra time... it can be put to good
use.  I'll see you and Dad at home later tonight after
your party".  She  told me how wonderful I am and
finally she did say "goodbye".

Naturally that entire cell-phone call gave me a ton of
wicked guilty feelings...a huge guilty conscience.
Just think... if she only knew where I was calling
from or what I'd been up to recently.  Whoa!   Feeling
like a rat,  I crawled back in bed and drifted off
into a dream-filled sleep.  The dream was something
about someone...my mother maybe? catching me jerking
off in bed when I was a young teen.  Did that ever
really happen to me?  Probably...

Dozing in and out of a fitful sleep I felt cool lips
on my forehead.  Opening my eyes and there was a
beaming Alexander holding half a sandwich looking down
at me.  Energy swirled around him as he gave me his
100 watt smile.   He said, "Hello sleeping beauty" and
he held his half sandwich down to my lips.  I took a
bite...it was chicken salad on rye and was very tasty.
 "Yummy" .. Alexander fed the rest of the half
sandwich to me in five bites smirking handsomely at me
as I chewed each mouthful.  Then I stared at him while
he ate the other half sandwich ... he somehow made it
look sexually suggestive with each bite.

Still staring in my eyes, he twisted the cap off a
bottle of Pepsi and swallowed three or four ounces
before tilting the bottle for me.   I lifted up on my
elbows with my head back to take a couple of
swallows...he fed it to me  like he was giving me a
baby bottle. Alexander finished off the bottle while
we continued our silent, mutual staring. There's
something so sexy about him....maybe it's not just
"something", maybe it's "everything" about him that's
sexy.  Whatever, he sure knows how to mesmerize me.

When he was done with the Pepsi he broke the silence
abruptly by pinching my nose and telling me, "You are
so fucking cute I can't hardly stand it!".  He then
explained that at the moment he was just on a quick
lunch break....that they're behind schedule in the
barbershop.  Firing-up a Marlboro light quickly and
with smoke pouring out of his mouth,  he told me he
had to get back downstairs soon, but that he was so
glad I hadn't left yet.  I smiled at him while he
smoked...he went on to tell me how sorry he was that
last night got so messed-up.  He tried explaining how
he got caught up with this kid he'd promised some time
ago that he'd screw...blah blah blah!   That bizarre
explanation led into how he was really pissed we
didn't have time together last night, he made it seem
as if it was the fault of the kid he'd fucked.  Like
I've said before, Alexander doesn't even realize how
absurd he can be at times.  He means well, but....

He continued talking fast and low.  I had to
concentrate hard to follow his rationalizations and so
forth, but finally he ran out of gas and ruffled my
short hair...then he held his cigarette to my lips for
me to take a drag.  Alexander giving his absurd
explanations and feeding me that sandwich and soda and
all... it made me feel like a little kid somehow....
he can do that to me quite easily.  To break his balls
I purposely lipped the end of his cigarette badly and
he chuckled and called me a "brat" when he took his
last drag from that wet filter.

Alexander stubbed-out the cigarette butt in the Pepsi
cap and then sat on the edge of the bed.  He looked so
handsome as he got his arm around my neck to pull my
face over to his so he could kiss my cheek and tell me
how good I smelled.   Then a long wet kiss on my mouth
after which his tongue went right inside and I sucked
on it...it tasted like a cigarette and a little like
chicken salad too.  After the sloppy kiss he told me
that when we got together again, in three weeks or so,
he'd make up for our lost time last night. He made it
seem like I was some pouting little kid, my bottom lip
sticking out with disappointment because he hadn't
fucked me.  Then he leaned down and whispered a few
dirty things we'd be doing together in a few weeks
...it gave me half a hard on.

It was a little after two o'clock in the afternoon now
as Alexander was whispering sexy things to me ...  two
hours after I'd talked to my Mom.  Two hours ago the
last thing in the world I wanted or needed was sex,
but now looking at and listening to Alexander I wasn't
so sure.  He said he had hair cutting appointments
till seven o'clock tonight and could I stay till then.
 He said if I could he'd fuck me hard with that long
cock of his....he'd do me so hot I'd be begging him
for more.  It was almost tempting,  but I'd already
told my Mom I'd be home tonight and once Alexander
starts having sex with me I'd probably end up spending
the night with him... so I begged off.  He settled for
another kiss and a crotch grope.   I was feeling
good...my hole, my groin and the rest of me was
feeling relaxed, rested and nice after all this time
in bed.  When Alexander went back to work I lay there
happily thinking about the past day... it had been
such sexy fun.  After awhile I dozed off to a fitful
sleep once again.

The next thing I was aware of was loud pounding of
feet coming up the stairs on the run.  What the.....?
The bedroom door burst open and freshly barbered Noah
and Nathan in unison shouted, "Surprise!" and they
laughed like mad when I said, "What?"  Glancing at the
bed side clock...five-fifteen in the afternoon.  I'd
been in bed for over thirteen hours and slept through
most of it.  As usual, the boys were surrounded with
palpable energy......very much like their brother
Alexander.  I wonder what Mrs North fed these boys.
Nathan pointed at me and excitedly said, "Look Noah,
Alexander gave our Oliver another big hickey!  Look at
that thing!"...As my hand went up involuntarily to
last night's hickey they both jumped up and down in
one spot a couple of times and Nathan added, "You're
so lucky Oliver.  Alexander barely has time to give us
a kiss anymore".

Then, as they slowly walked toward me they unzipped
their jackets and pulled them off to drop on the
hardwood floor behind them.  Next they reached behind
their necks to grip the collar of their dark green
Polo golf shirts and pulled them over their heads to
drop near their jackets.  I said, "No, wa, wa, wait"
and the boys said, "Oh Oliver, you're so funny" and
giggled while they both wiggled their fingers at me as
if I were being a naughty boy.  I rustled around under
the covers playing with myself nervously....what
should I do now?

The twins upper bodies were so perfectly formed it was
almost startling.  This is nuts, I was panicking  and
couldn't think straight.  Stammering, "How did you...
where were?...Ah?" which just made the boys giggle
some more, still heading slowly towards me.  Every
time I see the twins Alexander has just cut their
strawberry blond hair into a different style.  This
latest one is now my favorite ... very boyish looking.
 It's short on the sides and back with the hair at the
crown of their heads too short to lay down so the
hairs bristled up there evenly.  The rest of the hair
on the top of their heads was just long enough to comb
down flat toward the front and then it was finished
off by inch and a half length hairs combed straight up
off their foreheads in front.

It took me a couple of seconds to understand that this
was a great haircut for the twins because it
highlighted their fabulous faces.  I thought, "the
twins are so cute, so beautiful really, that their
looks relegate everyone else into second place and
lower where good looks are concerned..... Frankie,
Bobby,  whoever".  The boys acted so nonchalant about
their own good looks it was preposterous,
incomprehensible really... they simply weren't aware
of or interested in how uniquely fantastic they
looked.

In between fits of laughter they both wore huge
mischievous grins on their faces.   Their dark pink,
puffy, bow-shaped lips parted slightly showing
smallish, bright white teeth.  Dimples on both sides
of their cheeks and that adorable little chin they
both had...neither had ever felt the insult of a zit
or a blemish of any kind.  Almost at the same time,
they both wiped under their pug noses with the back of
their right wrist and then kicked off their sneakers,
unsnapped their jeans and walked out of them.  I
wanted to say something, but I started to stutter
again and stopped in mid sentence.

It's impossible not to stare at them.  Freckles across
the bridge of their noses and big, bright, light-green
eyes that shimmered.  Curvy light brown, long
eyelashes and narrow blond eyebrows.  Their ears stuck
out dramatically from the closely clipped hair at the
sides of their heads as if to remind us that... "see,
we're not perfect!"    Ah, but you are.  The twins are
one in ten million...every aspect of their looks
complimented every other part perfectly.  All-world,
teen-boy looks.

And, it never stops...the flawless light complexion
of their faces always looked like they've just been
scrubbed ... that same perfect skin all over the rest
of their bodies too.  Wearing just socks and jockey
shorts they stood touching shoulders at the foot of
Alexander's king size bed.  Both staring at me while I
gawked back at them as if they were a mirage.  I'd
gotten a quick look at their long, thin, well defined,
almost hairless legs when they'd dropped their jeans.
 Their tight upper bodies were thin too, but not
skinny ... perfect muscular definition in all the
right spots ...same for their bare, almost hairless
arms.  There was some pale blond, almost invisible
short, fine hairs on their forearms and lower calves,
but the light had to be just right to see it.

I managed to say, "Put those clothes back on,
guys...I've got to get going and...  anyway, how did
you know I was here?"  After laughing again, and
without paying any attention to my instructions to get
dressed, they explained that they'd had their
scheduled haircut with Alexander and Anthony and were
in the car being driven back home when Noah spotted my
Mini Cooper parked at the curb down from the
barbershop.  Nathan instructed their driver to take
them to the back of the shop where they jumped out and
stormed up the back stairs of the condo to surprise
me.

Hardly believing they were right in front of me I
mumbled, "Oh"  and then, what the hell... I was glad
to see them so I told them, "Hey, whatever boys.....
it's great to see you both again.  It's always
exciting! Come on...give me a kiss".  Nathan took it
for granted I'd be glad to see them so he ignored my
comments in that regard, but the kiss was another
matter altogether.   Nathan was saying, "Wait till you
see what we've been working on, Oliver.  Right, Noah?"
 Noah nodded his head at that, but was mostly
interested in that kiss I'd mentioned.  He has always
been their leader in the kissing department and he
came right up to the side of the bed and, oh my God...
the French kiss he laid on me was so hot.

That's their favorite kiss...the French one.  Others
have done it better with me... like Randy Rider for
sure, but this fifteen year old's mouth was tasting
real special.  So fresh and crisp and clean... Noah's
saliva so clear and bubbly ...his pink tongue so
strong and eager... tons of feeling in everything he
did.  Plus, I loved hearing that teen boy's moaning
down deep in his throat and his thin, strong arms
around my neck....it all just got me swooning.  The
smell of him was delicious too, really delicious!

All during the kiss Noah's brother Nathan was talking
about something as he rummaged in the bedside table's
drawer right beside us.  I couldn't really follow what
he was saying though because all I could think about
was Noah and that kiss. However, I did notice that
Nathan had removed his socks and jockey underpants and
was now completely naked.  And then, just like
that...the kiss was over and Nathan was looking at us
saying,  "Scoot over to the middle of the bed for Noah
..OK, Oliver"  I said, Huh?" but without thinking I
did move over.

As I scooted  I kept looking at naked Nathan, staring
mostly at his five inch, chubby, soft cock with it's
large head.  Directly behind  that was the pink
skinned nut sack hanging there happily with both it's
nuts showing nicely, one higher than the other...  the
whole package sprouting out from the sparse blond
pubes that were so neat they looked as if they'd been
barbered too.   Then Noah dropped his own jockey
shorts and hopped up backwards onto the edge of the
bed.  I went, "Wait..." He just smiled at me over his
shoulder.

Noah has the same chubby five inch cock as Nathan, of
course,  but Noah's was semi-hard from our kiss.  As
he hopped up on the edge of the bed it appeared his
legs were too long for his body.  The twins were five
feet, five inches tall.... their legs had to be the
longest part of that.  Noah,  with his back to me, his
legs hanging over the side,  pulled off his
socks...now he was completely naked just like his
brother.  Right after that he squirmed around on the
bed and crawled under the covers head first.  I
thought, "Head first?"  Jesus! everything the twins
did was unexpected ...it made me dizzy.

Noah's head, then his shoulders disappearing under the
covers as he squirmed his way down toward the foot of
the bed, his smelly bare feet  eventually bumping
around my neck and face.  On the way down his cold
hand gripped inside the waistband of my underwear and
dragged Alexander's too-big boxers off my waist and
down around my feet... Noah giggling all the way down
to the foot of the bed.  I'd tried to grab at the
boxers but they were gone and now I was naked too.
The sheet felt so sexy on my shaved, hairless groin.

Some more rustling under the covers at the bottom of
the bed and out pops Noah's head.  He flicked the
covers off my feet and held up my underwear in his
fist, waved them triumphantly at Nathan.  Nathan
walked down and, laughing along with Noah, swatted the
back of Noah's newly barbered head.  "Gotcha for
swats" he said and Noah looked back up at me, still
waving the underwear, and with a big smile nodding his
head at me indicating that...yes, Nathan had indeed
"gotten him" and wasn't that funny.  All I can say is,
those two are something to see in action together..

Noah turned back to the foot of the bed and, as
naturally and casually as can be, put my big toe in
his mouth and began sucking on it like it was a
lollipop.  I tried to pull it away but he was laying
on the length of my leg...his hardening cock just
above my knee, on my thigh.  Nathan, in a
matter-of-fact manner explained, "Oh, it's Ok
Oliver...we have that foot fetish, remember?"  With
that he leaned down, grabbed the ankle of my other leg
and licked that foot from the heel slowly up to the
back of my toes and then in between each toes.  I
grunted out, "No guys..don't!" No surprise, they both
ignored me.  Noah put all my toes in his mouth and
lapped across the front of them with his tongue...
back and forth...back and forth.  He had a full blown
boner by now and his squirming on my leg created a
mini jerk-off for his hard cock against my thigh. It
was quickly wet with drooling pre cum.

I was disconcerted,  to say the least.  Noah's bare
feet reached almost to my chin and I could smell the
"foot odor' from them... more or less normal in teens
when they've had their feet in sneakers all day.  I
wondered if I actually would have the guts to suck on
his toes like he was doing to mine.  He stretched his
foot back so that now his toes were bumping into my
nose and they felt damp and looked a little dirty
between the toes.  The thing is... the twin's have
long narrow feet that are beautifully and perfectly
formed, like a drawing...only, at the moment,  these
two were a bit dirty and smelly.  What the hell, I
reached over and grabbed his left foot and guided the
toes into my mouth.  "Yuck!" , but I sucked some more
to give it a chance before abandoning the idea.
Trying something else, I bent my head up to try
putting my nose right on the bottom of his foot and
then licking up behind the toes.  That did nothing for
me either...in fact I had a strong urge to spit.

I must have had a strange look on my face because
Nathan, noticing me just then, took my toes out of his
mouth,  and in that clear sweet voice they both have
said, "We won't bother you with this foot thingie for
long Oliver, we just wanted a taste. Is that OK?"  And
he watched me for my reaction with the cutest look of
anticipation on his face... like it was Christmas
morning just before opening his presents.  He was so
sincere and so innocent with his comment I dumbly
nodded my head that it was OK... and,  to show him I
really meant it, I licked the arch of Noahs foot until
Nathan went back to sucking on mine.

These two just overwhelm my senses...they take over my
brain...I couldn't say "no" this time because they'd
already taken the offensive and were doing as they
pleased.  That kind of action tends to get me
hooked-up real tight.  Turning my head and spitting as
quietly as possible into the pillow and then
again...one last spit and the pillow was heaved off
the other side of the bed.  The boys couldn't have
cared less as they slurped and licked and sucked on
different parts of my feet.  There was noticeable
moaning and heavy breathing, but no playing with
themselves yet.

It was difficult to identify each individual foot
activity the twins were  involved in from one moment
to the next  ...just a lot of spit and caressing with
their tongues and lips.  It felt like they might be
dragging their nostrils against the bottom or top of
my feet at times too, but I'm mostly guessing and
going by what they'd done to each other the last time.
 Actually it was kind of sexy having two teens sucking
my toes.  Noah worked on the front of my right foot as
he lay on my leg and Nathan worked on my left foot
lapping up behind my toes as he leaned down from his
standing position at the bottom of the bed.  Then he'd
suck on my heel...sucking my heel caused me to giggle
because  Nathan's breath through his nose tickled the
arch portion of my foot...it's always been ticklish
there.

Nathan was still smelling and sucking my foot when
Noah abruptly sat up, pulled the covers off me... and
as he was crawling off my leg he gave Nathan a head
nod.  Nathan stopped what he was doing and with a hand
on each of my ankles pulled me down all the way to the
foot of the bed.   My hairless body slid easily on the
sheet with my semi-boner sticking halfway up, leaning
to the right.  Noah nodded his approval making me
think, not for the first time, that Noah is actually
the one in charge between these two.  It wasn't
Nathan, even though he mostly speaks for the two of
them.  Nathan actually is following undetectable
signal-instructions from Noah... undetectable to me,
not to Nathan.  It's always fascinating to watch them
in action.

My feet were now at the very bottom of the mattress
leaving a wide space between the top of my head and
the king-size bed's elaborate headboard. Noah
carefully straddled my legs and sat on them with his
knees and the front of his calves flat on the mattress
behind him.  In a croaking voice I asked, "What are
you up to now Noah?" Nathan explained, "Oh Oliver, we
just want to show you the gay sex we've been working
on..you know,  like I said earlier.  You didn't want
to help us with our gay sex lessons, but we seemed to
be doing OK with just us two so far.  Now we need to
see how it will work with someone besides Noah and
me...that's all.  You're the perfect boy for us to try
stuff on and then you can tell us if we're doing it
correctly.  It'll be fun.  Is it OK?  Please."  I did
a fake cough and said, "What...?"

Waiting for Nathan to finish with the explanation I
couldn't help but stare at Noah who had this wonderful
sweet smile on his face....it distracted me and so I
couldn't make myself say "no" this time either.  After
his explanation Nathan went about his business at the
foot of the bed apparently satisfied he's laid it all
out so that even I could understand.  Noah looked at
me, raised his eyebrows, then nodded his head as if to
verify that Nathan had cleared everything up.  As
usual I was at a loss...it's simply not the sort of
thing one expects.  The twins' daily lives exist
partly in a different universe that most of us... not
a dangerous place,  just different.

One last smile from Noah and a twitch of his pug nose
as if he had a little itch there... and then he
reached behind him with both hands and stretched apart
his buttock cheeks. For some reason the boys
apparently decided that flattening ass cheeks was
necessary for a sex act they'd thought up.  Using
little shimmy motions with his knees he began slowly
dragging his flattened ass up my right leg.  My whole
body got the shivers because I could feel the damp
lips around his hole dragging against my leg. It's
hard to say if it was sexy or creepy.  My leg bucked
involuntarily but Noah's full weight was on it so it
didn't move much. Noah took a peek at me and made a
face like "ain't this cool".

Across my knee cap and up my thigh he squirmed until
he reached my crotch where he moved over, centering
himself so that our crotches matched head-on,  and he
humped up onto mine dragging my penis under him,
squishing my nuts briefly in the prcess.  I was still
laying flat in bed of course, I'd been looking down my
body mostly watching his cock and nuts get closer and
closer...his perfectly yummy semi-hard cock leading
the way with his sack full of nuts just bumping along,
very close behind.  This whole maneuver took thirty
seconds and was kind of fun to watch because it
involved Noah.  He had a determined look on his face,
almost a frown as if this was a very serious business.

I was still at a loss what it was all about as Noah
continued coming up my body. He was now dragging my
semi-stiff penis up my belly with him.  It was
definitely getting sexier as I actually could feel the
rosebud lips of his asshole gripping the shaft of my
cock.  A gasp escaped my throat and I reached out to
grab Noah's shoulders.. my cock firming up now for
sure.  Noah looked down at me when I grabbed hold of
him, smiled, stuck his pink tongue out at me and then
gave one of his rare speeches.  He said, "Let go
Oliver, this is cool and, oh yeah...we love the way
Alexander has shaved your body."  That was the speech.
 I croaked out, "Huh?". He'd gotten me into another
one of my trances... the boys are unpredictable as
I've said... and completely compelling at all times.

He continued to, bit by bit, drag himself up my cock,
lingering on my swollen cock head and twitching his
asshole lips near my pee slit...I let a lot of air out
between my teeth, my whole body stiff as a board.
Noah smiled innocently and pulled off my hard penis
onto my belly.  His grasping ass lips dragging some
precum that had drooled from my cock with them.
Reaching my belly button he positioned his open, wet,
asshole lips so they were directly over the button and
when he sat down on it there was a sucking feeling on
my belly button.  I went, "Ahh, whats that?  Noah! "
He giggled and humped my belly button a few times,
slightly pulling it up using only the lips of his
hole. I just know the twins had practiced this on each
other.  Everything's a big game to them and, at the
same time, very serious business.  Only Noah and
Nathan could rationalize that contradiction.

Continuing his journey left a damp trail of precum and
wetness from his ass lips all the way up the middle of
my stomach and onto my chest and right up onto my
sternum.   To add to my boner's hardness,  Nathan
began lubing my hole with the KY jelly he'd taken from
the bedside table.  You have got to be shitting me....
I went, "Jesus, Nathan!  Oh, no...don't"  and then
right after that I said, "Mmmmm, oh man, that feels
good." Nathan said, "How bout now" and he pushed his
middle finger all the way up inside me...his long,
thin, finger felt great and with a couple of hip humps
I mumbled, "Oh yeah...OK Nathan!"

By the time I realized that I was reaching the point
of no return with these two I was already past it.
What the hell, relax and enjoy the ride.  First things
first though, squirming under Noah's weight, trying to
get my right arm's bicep muscle out from under his
knee....it was killing me.  Noah was oblivious to that
and went on to complete his journey  by dragging his
spead asshole lips up to the front of my
shoulders...his crotch bumping into my chin.  Now it
was the tops of his feet on my biceps, which
thankfully didn't hurt like his knees had.  His cock
was a full-blown boner and the dripping head was
almost up my nose as it lay on my face, the fat, wet,
swollen head next to my nostril.  Noah smiled down at
me tilting his head slightly as if he wanted me to
compliment him on this accomplishment.  I didn't do
that, but had to smile back at him.....he's just so
cute.  Smirking at me now he twitched his hips getting
his wet boner to slide across my lips.

Another smile then Noah adjusted himself to a
comfortable position, almost on my neck... and still
spreading his buttocks cheeks with both hands,  he
absently  lifted up his bum, leaned slightly forward,
and sat right down on my face with his spread hole
landing on my mouth.  Well it was on my front teeth
really... I'd started to say "Don't" as he sat down.
He wiggled his ass a little and I opened my mouth
right away because he'd caught my bottom lip squashed
against my bottom teeth and it hurt like hell.
Without me actually thinking about it... my tongue,
seemingly on it's own, began to lick his hairless
asshole.

Quickly my foremost fear became that Noah wouldn't
realize I couldn't breath, but just as I was about to
panic he let go of his buttocks and moved his nuts up
and away from my nostrils which allowed me to inhaled
a lot of air.  Oh my God, was his odor here so very,
very sexy.  That being said, lapping his hole was not
too pleasant at first because he wasn't the cleanest
fifteen year old boy in the world.  Thankfully the
acrid taste faded after a minute or so and I was able
to get my tongue up that teen hole of his a good
inch... he went back to spreading a buttock cheek with
one hand which helped me get my tongue up that rosebud
hole of his even further. With his other hand he
casually played with his nuts, keeping them away from
my nose. I was captured by Noah..... I should care ?
Did I mention how hot and sexy he smelled down there?

After a few minutes of deep rimming, new precum drool
out of his hard cock and slid down the side of my
face.  Noah moaned and squirmed and then lifted up off
my mouth and sat back on my chest.  He was gasping and
blowing spit out between his teeth.  He let go of his
buttocks cheeks so he could stroke his boner while
grunting out some words so low they were
unintelligible.  Slowly he backed off my chest
entirely and sat back down on my belly again.  His
cute face was bright red and there was perspiration on
his upper lip as he continued with the deep breathing,
spraying a fine mist of spit with each breath.. this
boy was aroused.

He was obviously wickedly turned on by the
rimming...then, gaining some composure,  he leaned
down and in an out of breath manner whispered in my
ear, "That rimming was much better than Nathan can do
it, Oliver".  Another speech from Noah.....unheard of!
 His voice was an exact duplicate of Nathan's, but
rarely heard so it was a bit weird hearing it right at
that moment.... almost scary.   Noah then kissed me,
which wasn't scary at all as we slipped into the
French kiss again.  Just when I thought we were coming
to an end, Nathan stopped watching us and begin
pushing his finger up my hole again.  It simply began
feeling too good to think about stopping anything...it
was all too far gone, gone, gone anyway.  Nathan
hummed off tune as he rigorously finger fucked me.

When Noah pulled up from our kiss he rubbed his nose
back and forth against mine nine or ten times.....the
two of them together had me hopelessly aroused.  Noah
put a hand on each side of my shoulders as he  inched
back up close to my chin.  Almost sitting on my collar
bones now he made his third speech of the afternoon,
"Open Oliver" and when I did he leaned up and put his
chubby, five inch cock in my mouth.  The head of his
cock was what I call a helmet head because of it's
shape.... it was quite a bit wider then the shaft.  He
put his damp right hand on the back of my neck and his
other hand on my forehead...pulling the back of my
neck up and pushing my forehead back got my head bent
way back.. my neck straining with the effort.   Trying
to ask what was up didn't work out,  the fat helmet
head of his cock laying on my tongue only allowed me
to mutter, "Mump for umph, ah?"

Ignoring my garbled mumblings Noah pushed his cock
even more firmly into my mouth.  As he sat down a
little lower,  his fat cock head pushed against the
roof of my mouth ...  Noah leaning forward and down
now, with his belly over my face, he pushed his boner
against the back of my throat and after a gaging sound
it slid right down.  When he lay completely flat on my
face his boner actually pushed down my throat another
inch.  Those silky pubes of his were on my teeth,
tickled my upper lip, and went up my nostrils.  Again
I couldn't breath, but my boner felt as alive as can
be,  standing straight up from my shaved pubic area
with precum rolling out of my pee slit and down my
boner to pool on my bare belly.

I wanted to groan, but that was difficult with a full
mouth and throat, then somehow a very muffled moan of
pleasure managed to escape as Nathan pushed his second
finger up inside me and began fucking my ass with two
fingers now.  His fingers are long and thin so they
didn't hurt at all... felt awesome actually.  Noah
slowly sat up and just as slowly his cock pulled up
out of my throat and when I could breath in again the
smell of teen-boy-Noah was strong and totally awesome!
 What was more enjoyable? ... the way Noah's crotch
smelled, the way his teen cock tasted,  or the oxygen
that was so desperately needed.  My cock was soooo
hard... and that feels sooooo good.

When I didn't think that anything could possible get
any sexier,  Nathan began lathering KY jelly on my
rock hard cock, then stroked it with his tight fist a
half dozen times....I moaned and squirmed under Noah
weight just as Noah leaned forward pushing his cock
down my throat again.  Now it was all about that sweet
tasting cock... his precum had a nice taste too,
although I couldn't think what it reminded me of.  My
mind was going from place to place trying to keep
track of the various sensations. My body felt hot and
tingly  .. buzzing too, and that squirmy feeling in my
balls and all those great hot spots up my hole were
signaling erotic messages with every push of Nathan's
slippery fingers.

 As always, my major concern and thoughts came right
back to my own cock and how to get it to fire off
through it's pulsating head...you know, cum spewing
from my balls, up my erected cock and forcefully
shooting out of that stretched pee slit...that's what
it's all about.  And, as a matter of fact, it was just
about to blow a major, major load when Nathan stopped
stroking it.  He stopped two strokes short of lift
off.  I wanted to scream..."Noooooo!"  Oh my God the
desire to cum was so freaking strong.

Noah casually began fucking my throat with his chubby
five inch boner again, bouncing up and down on my face
as he did it.  He was really feeling it, making
gargling sounds in his throat  with each bounce.  When
I thought I'd pass-out from want of air he pulled up
and went, "Ahhhhh ohhh..OOOOh' and stroked his chubby
cock with a tight fisted hand a few times causing a
hard stream of creamy cum to smack me in the nose and
then a second one hit me on my forehead.  His teeth
clenched together, his eyes like slits, he frantically
pushed the head of his cock against my lips and across
my front teeth...me opening my mouth to take that teen
cock back in to suck his young nuts dry.  Noah was
literally hopping up and down on my neck and shoulders
moaning with erotic pleasure.  The bed squeaked
slightly as Nathan climbed up and sat in between my
legs on the bed, behind Noah. He sat there  watching
Noah shoot cum down my throat.

Ready to blow my load again with a screaming thought
in my head of "Somebody jerk my boner" ...  I needed
only a stroke or two more.  It was getting to be a
real sexual frustration.  Nathan turned his attention
away from Noah and, in a business like manner, spread
my legs and pulled them up on either side of his neck
lifting my hole off the bed.  Noah, with his cock back
in his fist stroking it lazily,  turned his head to
look back at his brother.

My legs up against him and with no hesitation Nathan
forced the fat helmet head of his boner right up my
ass.  I groaned in pain at first and then in pleasure
and surprise at the audacity of both the twins. The
second thrust in and out of my hole caused me to lock
my feet behind Nathan head and concentrate on the feel
of that chubby teen, helmet headed cock plowing my
hole.  It was the perfect size to feel wonderful ... I
rolled my head back and forth on the bed with the
pleasure of it.

Noah was playing with himself right in front of my
face while continuing to look back at his brother
fucking me....Nathan was doing it with steady,
unhurried longish humps up my hole, all the way in,
then almost all the way out.  Nathan held my legs
against his body the whole time he was fucking me.
Biting my lip I waited for just a couple of more humps
in and out of me and I'd be blowing off my load...
except he just stopped,  again.  This time with his
cock half in and half out of me..it was maddening.  I
squeaked out, "No..don't"...

Noah scooted back a little and lifted his ass off my
belly.  I couldn't see him do it, but I felt Nathan
positioning my dripping boner at Noah's hole.  Oh boy!
  I made sure my legs stayed locked at the ankles
behind Nathan's head. I didn't want his cock to pull
out of me so I stayed as still as I could.   In about
two seconds every fraction of a square inch of my
boner was going to be encased in a tight, tight flesh
and skin package generating sensations of ecstasy that
had my hips bumping and my boner twitching in Nathan's
hand.   Any second I'd be shooting off my over-due
climax....oh God, hurry.   Finally,  up on his knees,
Noah was satisfied my cock head was positioned just
right and he simply sat down on it.  My boner slid
tightly way up inside him.  He and I, at the same
instance went,  "Ohhhhhhh".

When I went "Ohhhhhhh" I blew saliva in the air and
grabbed the front of both that beautiful boy's thighs
trying to hump up deeper into his great ass.  Noah
leaned his head forward slowly until his forehead was
resting on my shoulder..the spiked hairs in the front
of his new haircut tickled my chin... I immediately
let go of his legs and hugged him around his shoulders
and neck.  With Nathan's cock up my hole and my cock
up Noah's hole,  the sexual feelings were racing all
around my hot, buzzing groin area.  All these
sensations crazily slamming into each other...a
totally new, fantastically erotic feeling for me.  I
couldn't keep up with it all....

Noah moaned and I felt his spit on my neck.  My cock
was up Noah's ass sort of pointing at my face....  he
began riding my cock with his boner tight between our
bellies.  His forehead rubbed against the side of my
jaw lightly when he moved forward and he dragged his
tongue on my neck and shoulder as he moved away.  I
was moaning out, "Ohhhh god!" with every move Noah
made.  He tightened his sphincter ring with each slide
forward and backward.  Truly unbelievable sensations
in my nuts and the head of my cock....my hole has
never felt better and there was only one other thing
in the world I wanted at that moment....that would be
for Nathan to start fucking me again.

I was insane with the need to cum...right on the edge
for the last ten minutes.  Nathan was still in my hole
a few inches, but he was watching his brother, who was
basically fucking himself on my erection.  It felt so
good I was gasping for air thinking that every push or
pull of Noah's ass on my incredibly hard boner would
be the one to set loose my eager sperm boys racing out
of my nuts and out my poker.  Nathan watched for a few
seconds longer, grunted and plowed his fat stubby cock
the rest of the way up my ass and resumed fucking me
with his unique, rough style.

The twins quickly fell into a perfect rhythm and all I
could do was make continuous whiny sounds, one right
after the other "...aah... aah...aah aah...aah!.."
In ninety seconds my entire body convulsed so much
Noah almost lost his balance..... I let out one last
"aaaah", blew another stream of spit out between my
lips and, contracted my belly and groin till it was
painful, forcefully shot a hard stream of thick,
creamy cum up Noah's hole.  Climax at last.. tears
popped from my eyes with feelings of pleasure and
relief.

For variety, I switched from whining out  "aaah" and
began squealing loudly with each successive cum-shot
...One, two, three shots inside that red faced
sweating boy's asshole...tight contractions of my hole
with each of the shots and then Nathan screeched out
"Eeeeeeeeee...  Shiiiit!" and I actually felt his
initial sharp teen blast hit off something inside me.
There were more blasts I didn't feel, but he had them
because it got real squishy in my hole and within
seconds there was teen-cum all over my thighs and
buttock.  It was like an awesome, other-worldly
happening ....  what an explosive feeling inside and
outside my entire body....every part of me tingled.

Actually, as happens sometimes with my wildest
climaxes...first, for just a split second,  there was
a slightly  nauseous feeling ... then  almost
immediately a euphoric feeling enveloped me from my
head to the tips of my toes.  All sorts of fabulous
sensations radiating out from my nuts and boner, down
my thighs, my calf muscles and then my toes, curling
them up tight...all around my belly with my hips doing
little humping movements on their own.. uncontrollable
 movements and twitching all through my sensory
system....all of it happening, seemingly,
simultaneously.   The best feeling on earth...maybe
the best feeling in all the stars of the universe too
for all I know.

Noah was on his knees on either side of my waist with
his sweaty forehead bumping the side of my face,  his
forearms  on the bed squeezing either side of my head.
 When we both stopped bucking around he pushed
backward slightly to keep my cock inside him and he
let out a long, "Mmmmmmm" and then an "oooooooh"
before doing a huge intake of air.   Nathan stayed up
inside me, doing little humps all the while, and
keeping my legs up in the air with an arm around each
one, leaning a little bit against the top of his
brother's buttocks for support..  Noah had sprayed
some watery cum on my neck, but nothing much when
compared to his climax from me sucking him off a
little while ago.

It was less than a minute before we all started to
separate.  Nathan pulled out of me as my legs fell to
either side of him.   Noah, who was busy moaning and
licking my collar bone like a kitten, slowly moved
forward and pulled off my softening boner.  I let out
a long breath and nobody said anything, we were all
breathing erratically with  Noah's heart pounded fast
and hard against my chest... and mine against his.

I was totally spent from the sexual activities of the
last twenty-four hours....totally!   Twenty-four hours
I'll never forget...that is if I actually survive to
live another day.  The fifteen year old twins are a
different story... they were at the very height of
their sexual prowess and were not "totally spent" at
all.  Noah's still-hard penis bumped against my
belly...it wasn't as hard as it had been, but it
definitely qualified as hard.  Without much time
elapsing since our latest climaxes Nathan smacked his
brother's bare ass twice... kind of hard too.  Noah
lifted his bum up off me and just like that Nathan
moved forward and mounted him.

Nathan still had a real nice boner going for him too
and he stuck it as far up his brother's hole as he
could get it.  Me thinking, "Holy shit! Can I believe
this?" The two of them straddling me while I still lay
there on my back ...Noah on his hands and knees and
Nathan with a foot on either side of my hips, bending
his long legs to match his crotch with his twin's bum
hole.  Nathan had a serious look as he gripped Noah at
the shoulders...a hand on each one, pulling his
brother back... as he plowed forward driving his
chubby boner up that tight hole.

"Holy shit" indeed.  When Nathan had first stood up
behind Noah I'd gotten a quick glimpse of  his fat
boner, all slimy with the Jelly and cum from it's time
up my ass... it bobbed in front of Nathan like a
miniature fire hydrant just seconds before he shoved
it up his identical twin's ass.  He did it the same
way he'd done me...position the fat head at the bum
opening and hump real hard inward with a lot of hip
action pushing that chubby cock past all resistance
and all the way in to the hilt.  Then grind around and
pull it out and jam it in again....that will loosen up
the ring real fast.

The boys aren't really into the subtleties of mutual
gratification quite yet.   Nathan fucked very
similarly to the way Bobby had roughly fucked me much
earlier this morning, actually about thirteen hours
ago by now....both Bobby and the twins were novices of
course, they'd learn in time.  Nathan smacked his
brother's ass with each of the first half dozen
penetrations, Noah yipping each time...sweat dripping
off both their foreheads.  Oh my God they looked cute
and hot...

Shortly, Nathan had his eyes closed and a small smile
on his face... a long , quiet "Ahhhhhhh' slipped out
between his perfectly shaped lips.  After the first
ten or twelve hard humps Noah began to enjoy it too
and moaned out a version of the same song
"Ahhhhhh....Ooooooh" ...his head was down next to mine
now because Nathan's roughness made Noah drop from his
hands down to his forearms... we shared one another's
sweat when our heads rubbed together with every hump
of Nathan's fat cock.  Every thrust and retraction
made a sexy squishy-smacking sound.  Apparently these
boys had done this many times before... and it was
obvious that they both loved it too.  The entire
bedroom smelled of sex and twins...

Every so often Nathan would just hold his boner deep
inside his brother, rotating his hips while holding
Noah's waist with a tight two handed grip.  Noah
opened his eyes wide at times as Nathan worked the fat
head of his boner deeper into him...it wasn't a look
of pain, but rather a look of abject pleasure. After a
while  Nathan began fucking his brother real slow and
deep as if he was conserving energy for a long, long
ride.  Noah stayed up on his knees but kept his face
against my face or my shoulder or my neck.  He was
blubbering spit on me all though the next fifteen
minutes of his fucking.  I was rocking gently under
Noah with each penetration and I began to wonder why
this wasn't getting me aroused like it should.... was
I finally all sexed-out for real?  Ya think?

At some agreed upon point and with no small effort
Noah lifted upright away from my body.   Nathan
wrapped his arms around his twin's stomach to hold him
tightly and then wicked-fast rabbit-fucked him in an
almost violent manner....  them both making "ugh"
sounds with every fast hump.  I watched in
fascination, but not a twitter of a move did my penis
make. I was indeed all sexed out if this show didn't
excite me.  I knew very well that I'd be wildly
groping myself under any normal circumstance.... my
last twenty-four hours of sex was not normal, of
course,  and my dick was indeed sleeping.

Sweat kept sliding off both boys' faces as Nathan
lowered Noah back down into the hands and knees "doggy
style" position.  Noah's boner was over me now and
when he leaned forward slightly it moved around my
face,  smearing his precum in the process.  Just
because I wanted to be a good friend to Noah, I
grabbed it and sucked it into my mouth.  Noah lasted
almost two more minutes of his brother's wildly
humping, doggy-style fuck and with me sucking on and
stroking his cock, but then making a sound like a cat
in heat Noah climaxed a pretty good load in my
mouth...surprising since he'd just blown a big load
less than a half hour ago.  Man, to be fifteen again!

Noah's tightened sphincter ring on his brother's boner
put Nathan over the top just about when Noah's second
cum spurt splashed in my mouth.  In fact, it put him
over the top in such a wild manner that his boner
pulled out of Noah's ass and the first hard cum stream
reached just barely over the boy's left shoulder to
land down below, on my out-stretched arm.  Nathan's
follow-up shots went on Noah's back and buttocks.
Nathan made noises like he was in serious ecstasy when
he fired off his initial cum load... the sounds
tapering off into mewings.  This time both of the boys
collapsed on the bed.

I was still swallowing Noah's cum when his cock pulled
out of my mouth, him sliding over on the bed beside
me.  I heard a quiet wet plopping sound, then felt
Nathan's sloppy cock flop off my thigh as he fell onto
the bed on the other side.   Noah was murmuring,
"Nathan" and Nathan was murmuring "Noah"....and nobody
was murmuring "Oliver"....so I murmured it to myself
in my head.  I was just goofing now because it wasn't
an especially sexy thing to me at the moment and it
kind of pissed me off that it wasn't.  I had the
thought that it's possible I'll never want sex again
the entire rest of my life.  It was  not a comforting
thought that maybe, or apparently, or finally.... I
was actually sexually satisfied...  Oh no!  How long
will this last?

The boys still weren't done with sex though.  They
quickly realized I was between them and they began
scrambling to get together.   I may have sounded a bit
grumpy when I said, "Just a fucking second you two and
I'll get out of your way".  Fucking sex maniacs!  I
staggered out of bed and went into the bathroom for a
long number one... that's code for "piss" in case
you're uninformed about toddler speak.  Then I got
that big shower of Alexander's turned-on.  I guess I
was pouting a little bit because the twins didn't seem
to care that much about me now and because my sex
drive, my mojo,  was gonzo.

The water from the three shower heads takes a minute
or two to warm up.  In the meantime I got a big towel
and a thick washcloth off the shelf and thought about
the shower in here with Alexander a couple months
back.. that was a hot trip, but this trip had been hot
also..   Too hot, maybe.. It was nuts, is what it was.
 It was also worrisome because maybe I'd never feel
that sexy way I use to feel again...this was more new
territory for me...

I peeked back in the bedroom where the twins were
tight up against each other on the bed whispering and
stroking each other's dick.  Then, just about ready to
get in the shower when in came the twins...
sheepishly.  Both of them naked of course, standing
there side by side, touching each other from their
shoulders to the sides of their feet with semi-boners
sticking out from both of them.  They seemed so
comfortable being naked as if they gave it no more
thought then they gave to their looks.  Nathan spoke
in a quiet little boy's voice, "We're sorry Oliver.
We were rude to you by excluding you back there and we
didn't mean to be.  It's just that we've never gotten
that excited from doing sex before....it's because you
mean so much to us, I guess.  We got carried away with
it all and we didn't want to stop..  Can you forgive
us?"

Looking at them with a puss on my face and not
answering immediately ... trying to think of just the
right thing to say.  The boys... worried that I was
mad at them moved together tighter, their arms going
around each other's waist in what looked like an
unconscious movement.  You have to hear them speak and
see their faces to understand why I couldn't stay
grumpy with them.  Dropping my hopeless pretense of
anger and exchanging it for a smile to tell them, "Oh,
it's OK guys...I'm kidding you.  Geez guys, I got all
worked-up too.  Everything is OK, you two did
fantastic.  And, you're right... you don't need my
help.  I'm so impressed with all your innovative sex.
Some of that is brand new to me... bet even your
brother doesn't know some of those sexy moves of
your's."

Now the twins' eyes got big as they looked down at the
bathroom floor and then slowly up at each other...
both tried to hide how pleased they were by trying to
conceal  their smiles.  Nathan, wanting to hear more
praise said, "Did we really do OK?"   More assurances
that they had been fabulous and also telling them,
"Did ya know, I never had a three way before this".
They're mouths dropped open at that as we all stepped
into the hot shower.  We let the water pour over us
for awhile, talking above the sound all that water
made slapping against our bodies.

We talked about how you need just the right three guys
and how perfect I thought they were and how honored I
was to be their number three boy.   Then we talked a
lot about the three-way we'd just had.... the boys
slipping in that question about "Did we really do Ok?"
a couple of times and me reaffirming how great they'd
been.  They told me they'd concluded that they're both
gay. That information took me by surprise at first,
but it shouldn't have...I guess.

Rolling my eyes as they went on to explain that there
was no need for them to experiment with heterosexual
sex after all. Probably not, but the point is I didn't
want to get involved in that conversation even a
little bit...especially at this time.   I brushed it
off by telling them to talk to Alexander about all
that. He's the expert and they'd do best going to him
with questions about any kind of sex.  The boys were
impressed that their brother was so highly thought of.
 All that was true enough, but it was the oddest god
damn thing... this was the first time since I'd known
the twins that they weren't sexually arousing me.
Being naked with them in a shower wasn't turning me
on. Appreciating their beauty, of course... loved
being with them like this, of course... it just didn't
sexually excite me.

This new experience confirmed that life is a long,
long journey.... with mysteries all the way.  The
three of us  started shampooing each other's hair and
the last of the black dye from my hair ran down the
drain.  Lots and lots of soapy lather on  all of our
bodies with both boys using their hands to clean my
shaved groin... no boner from me which got the boys
laughing and doing everything they could to raise one
on me..   It was almost scary...no, it was scary how
long it took before the boys hands fondling my cock
got it fairly hard.  They both sucked on it a bit too,
but that never got me close to climaxing.

 Of course the boys had half hard-ons through most of
the shower and full hard-ons by the time I got out to
dry myself.  When clean and dry, I got a round BandAid
from a package in the medicine chest and used it to
cover the hickey.  Then, not even staying in the
bathroom to watch the twins do whatever it was they
were going to do with they're new boners, I left to
get my stuff together.

Honestly, what I really wanted to do more than
anything in the world at that moment was to get in my
Mini Cooper S, fire up that hot engine,  and get away
from the sex capital of the world as fast and as far
as possible, sex capital for me in any case.  Get in
that car and just drive all night...drive till the
wheels fell off and burned.  I'd had enough. I'd had
too much actually!  Will life ever stop challenging
me??

Trying to get my over-dramatic frame of mind under
control I got dressed, packed my small satchel and lit
a Marlboro light.  Get a grip...be sensible!   This
satisfied sex thingie has got to be temporary
....right?   My body feels fabulous...I'm  well rested
and wicked healthy.  Only one problem really, I'm
starving.  The only thing I'd eaten all day was half
of Alexander's sandwich.  Not wanting to get
side-tracked here I decided to eat on the road and not
raid Alexander's refrigerator.  Just have to wait a
couple of minutes so I can say goodbye to the twins,
wave at Alexander,  and then hit the road
running...maybe I'll do a wheelie starting off.
Trying to blow smoke rings while listening to the
twins giggling in the bathroom and then the subtle
sound of two bodies smacking against one another.  It
made me grope my crotch, but only from habit.

Getting impatient now so I grabbed a can of V8 from
the refrigerator and poured it into a glass, then
added salt.  Mmmmm,  drinking it slowly... amazing
that they can make a bunch of squeezed vegetables
taste so good. The bathroom door burst open and out
came a bundle of steamy energy in the form of
identical twins.  Both their cocks were semi-hard and
Noah's was red, shiny, and wet with cum.  Nathan was
walking a little tentatively so it wasn't hard to
figure out who fucked who.  They were in great spirits
and babbled about what an exciting, fun time we'd all
had this afternoon.  Well,  it was almost six o'clock
so almost evening now.

The boys got dressed and then changed the sheets on
Alexander's bed.  They told me that their brother
would be furious if they left dirty sheets on  the
bed.  Wonder if the boys had left dirty sheets there
sometime in the past.  Putting that thought out of my
head we walked downstairs.  Before going on down
further to the garage, we looked in the barbershop
through the office window and waved at Anthony who
gave us a superior look and a little wave back.
Alexander looked up, said something to the customer in
his chair and came hustling into the office where we
all stood waiting for him.

He came bustling in, hugged us all together, and then
kissed the three of us goodbye saying he couldn't wait
until my Christmas break so we could, "make up for
this lost weekend".  The twins laughed knowingly and
Alexander sent us on our way.  He was making me feel
like I was fifteen years old too, just like the twins.
 A quick kiss on our lips and a pat on our asses....at
least he didn't pat the top of my head like one does
to a good little fellow.

Oh well, he still excites me and he knows how to treat
me to get me all horned up.. treats me just like one
of his boys.  It's not hard to remember who's in
charge when I'm with Alexander.  The twins kissed me
goodbye again outside...right in front of their
chauffeur who pretended he didn't see it.  We waved at
each other again as their limo drove out of sight.
Walking around to the front of the strip mall I got in
my car....  starting it up gave me this fantastic
feeling, like I'd survived some wild adventure and now
was all safe and sound.  Hey, maybe that's an accurate
appraisal of the situation too.  Turning on the FM
Stereo just as Anna Nalick started singing her hit,
"Just Breath".  It made me chuckle because it was kind
of appropriate.

Leaving a little rubber, I pulled away from the curb.
What the hell, it was an awesome sexy time like I'll
probably never experience again.  As usual though, I
worried about being over-sexed which made me light
another cigarette and plop in The Fray's CD,  "Cable
Car" and on played  "Over My Head"....another
appropriate song...perhaps.  Or perhaps I handled  the
last twenty-four hours OK.  Why do I second guess
myself so much?  Fuck!  Try to enjoy your life,
Oliver.  Be bold!  Be brave!

Yeah, yeah, yeah...I'm starving so after about twenty
minutes I pulled into a convenience store and
picked-up a couple packs of peanut butter crackers, a
box of Junior Mints and a Butterfinger bar.  Hmmm,
what else?  A bottle of Kewi-Strawberry Snappel should
do it.  My real meal was going to be at the Townline
Hoagie Shop.... when back home it's my favorite place
to eat.   This was just a snax to hold me over.  The
Hoagie shop stayed open until midnight on Saturday
nights so it wasn't even necessary to hurry.  Then I
noticed the teenager at the cash register who was
trying so hard to be a tough guy he almost made me
burst out laughing.  If he frowned any harder his
eyebrows would be one continuous line across his
forehead.

The guy in front of me was buying lottery tickets,
cigarettes and a six pack of beer.  The cash register
kid scrutinized the guy's drivers license to make sure
he was old enough to buy the beer....the man sure
looked old enough to me.  It did give me time to stare
at cash register boy though....about my age, or maybe
a year younger.  Nice, clean looking light brown hair
that was longish and kept falling across his eyes.
The kid would absently brush it away from his forehead
and two seconds later it was across his eyes again.
He had a piercing in his eyebrow that looked painful
when he frowned and a small earring in one ear.  Very
clear complexion and average facial features with
skimpy light whiskers on his upper lip and chin.  My
height and thin...hmmmmm?

When it was my turn he frowned hard at me too.  So,
just to break his balls a little,  I gave him my very
best, winning smile.  Totally unexpectedly, he smiled
back at me with the cutest, boyish smile I'd seen
since....well, since the twins a half hour ago.  I
unconsciously adjusted my crotch while he said, "On a
health kick, I see".  "What?"  The kid bagged my items
and gave me change and his hand seemed to linger on
mine....or did I make my hand linger on his?  There
was a fat lady behind me with an arm load of Twinkies
so I had to move along.  Looked back at the kid...his
name tag read "Shaun"...Shaun looked up and gave me
another lopsided killer smile, which I returned
groping myself again, a little short of breath this
time.  When he looked back at the fat lady he had his
tough frown back in place.

Sitting in my car, listening to The Fray, eating my
"health food"...which took less than five minutes to
finish.  Couldn't help but think that perhaps, me
being sexually satisfied wasn't going to last the rest
of my life after all.  Love that Butterfinger bar!
With a cigarette lit, the Fray now playing "How To
Save A Life", and my stomach feeling slightly sickly,
I pulled away from Shaun and his convenience store and
headed for home.

to be continued......Conclusion Part 3...Frankie

Donny Mumford       thinat20@yahoo.com