Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2012 05:27:54 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com> Subject: OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 11 (More Christian and Me) by Donny Mumford OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 11 (More Christian and Me) by Donny Mumford After sex with my brother, we lay quietly together. Then he slowly pulls his softened cock out of me and I have my customary involuntary reaction to that, "Ohhh....mmmm," because it always feels good when a cock's sliding in or out of my rectum. Christian's breathing regularly again, he's calm now twirling a strand of my hair, although our bodies are no longer touching. I roll over on my back while he's still on his side, staring at me. Thinking how completely unexpected this brother sex was for me, and not sure how I feel about it. It felt good while I was being fucked, but now I'm wondering if it was special doing this sex act with my brother, or wrong. All the years of him doing things for me, like getting up with me in the middle of the night to help me change my bed every time I peed in it and all he did helping me get through those years after Tyler's death. Plus, all the encouragement Christian gave me to help me learn to talk again after my muteness and after that, to help me control my stuttering. Christ, even before my muteness, all the days and nights he'd spent in the hospital with me, holding my hand and crying until I finally came out of my coma. There are thousands of examples, big and small, of loving things Christian has done for me over the years, but he never once came on to me. Laying in bed next to him now I realized that I've taken so much of that kindness for granted, and I guess it's because he's always provided it so I simply expected it. Selfish of me in retrospect. Is that why I agreed to have sex with him though? To make up for the fact I hadn't recognize how special his love for me was back then. I've always loved him and thought of him as my hero, but still I took him for granted. This sex we shared is very different than lovers sex, and it's different from hot, fun sex like I had with Pete too. This seems unique, different from all other types of sex; exclusively for brothers I guess. Christian sighs and casually slides his arm under my neck and hold me again, then takes a deep contented breath and nuzzled into the hug, not tight, just loose and cuddly as he dozes a little. He's still drunk of course, and I suppose I am too. That's surely a factor for us having sex together. The bedside lamp is lit so I glance at his right arm across my chest, then hold my arm next to his and the two arms look identical. Our hands are identical too, so I pick up Christian's limp arm and bring it to my nose; the back of his wrist smells the same as mine. We don't smell like a baby the way Glen said I smell, but my brother and I have the same pleasant scent on our skin. It's indescribable, but the same. I hold his hand the way straight boys hold a girl's hand, liking the way that feels and remember Christian holding my hand crossing the street when I was very young. Putting the palm of his hand against my face feels nice too. Christian quietly asks, "What are you doing, Oliver?" Licking the back of his wrist, I say, "I'm smelling and tasting you and we smell and taste the same. You said I was delicious so you must be too." Christian chuckles, then mumbles, "That's swell Oliver, I'm very happy for both of us, but you're getting hard again, bro." I put his hand down as he asks, "Are you sorry we had this gay sex together, Oliver?" I go, "Um, I don't think so, Christian. Are you?" He's like, "I should be, but I'm not. It's incest, but I don't care because it was wonderful for me and I appreciate this gift you've given me, so thank you." I mutter, "You're welcome." After a while Christian breathlessly mumbles, "I can't believe how hot you make me," hinting for more, but I've had enough brother sex for now. It's nice, but it kind of scares me too. His cock fits my hole like it was made especially for it. Realizing it's over for now, I hear the condom snapping off of Christian's cock and a soft splat as it hits the hardwood floor. Then we go contentedly to sleep next to each other. Next thing I know I'm in bed alone with heavy rain splattering against the skylight above my bed, and to think I didn't even know my bedroom had a skylight. I stare up at it, the sky's dark, but I knew it's morning although I've no idea what time it is. When I lift my head a killer headache informs me I'm hungover. Slowly dropping my head back down on the pillow, I concentrate on not fainting. My stomach doesn't feel too good either and I need to pee badly. Fucking hangovers suck! Laying very still, hoping the pounding in my head will subside enough, soon enough, that I can make it to the toilet for that much needed pee. Maybe I'll just have to pee the bed and Christian can help me change it like he used to. This is stupid, so I swing my legs off the bed and stand up with pain shooting around my dizzy head. I stay standing getting my balance, then slowly walk like a zombie into the bathroom with my hands out for balance, and plop down on the toilet. Ahhhhhh, peeing is a huge relief and it goes on for quite a while too, and then oops, a number two needs to come out too, but that didn't feel all that good. My brother put a small hurt on my hole, nothing like that cute Pete put on it, but it's sore. I smile to myself thinking of Pete and his boyfriend, Mickey, who I've promised myself I'm going to meet someday. I've got to see that thirteen year old kid. Pete says he's a little on the fat side. Oh well, I'm feeling a little bit better now. Brushing my teeth and gargling proves to be too much activity however, so I head directly to my bed after gargling, feeling proud I got all that bathroom stuff accomplished, just like a big boy. Fuck! I'm thinking goofy, but this headache is a killer. Back in bed I fall asleep again and the next time I wake up there's a big glass of orange juice in an ice bucket and three Tylenol on my night stand. Nice touch, Christian. It's till raining, but this is Seattle, Washington so duh!. The orange juice is excellent and the Tylenol should kick in about fifteen minutes from now. Snuggling in this fabulous bed I doze off again and waking later, I realize I can function better now. Slipping out of bed without any quick moves, I put on some boxer shorts and the cool looking bathrobe that's hanging conveniently in the closet, and pad out of my bedroom on bare feet, and realize I'm lost. I can't remember which way we came up here last night so I follow the sound of a TV and find Christian's bedroom; it's a large one with furniture even more expensive looking than mine. This place looks like a movie set. Christian comes out of his bathroom with a towel around his waist, and says, "My fucking head is killing me. How bout you, Oliver?" I tell him, "Yeah, mine too, Christian, but I got a lot of sleep; that plus the orange juice and Tylenol helped. He drops the towel and begins getting dressed. I give a quick glance at my cock hanging limp between Christians legs. It's a duplicate of my cock actually, and duplicate nuts too. I guess I know what my own cock feels like in my own hole now. The big clock on his wall shows the time; it's two-thirty in the afternoon. Damn, I got more then twelve hours sleep; no wonder I'm so hungry. In the kitchen we begin a slow eat-a-thon starting with Christian's scrambled eggs, toast, and five little breakfast sausages each. He leaves the scrambled eggs wet the way I like them. Lots of salt for the eggs. We mix one of our favorite drinks; a big jug of cherry Koolaid and then drink the whole quart of sweet sugar water over ice. A half hour later Christian makes us bacon on thick grilled cheese sandwiches. He finally groans, saying he's had enough to eat and he makes himself a bloody mary with a lot of Tabasco sauce and a celery stalk sticking out the top. I don't want anything to drink that contains alcohol so he makes me a virgin mary, which is the same as a bloody mary without the vodka. He left out most of the Tabasco sauce too. It's a lazy, rainy Saturday, We're watching golf on a big screen high-def TV. Somewhere along the way Christian took up golf and he has an big interest in it now. I'm interested in Tiger's comeback, and a couple of the younger cuter golfer, but overall the TV golf puts me to sleep and I doze on and off for a couple hours with golf in the background. Around six I feel rested and pretty good. I don't know how many drinks Christian had during my dozing period, but he's back on the Jack Daniels again. He drinks too much. "How'd ya like to have dinner at the country club tonight, Oliver?" I go "Cool," and Christian comes over to the couch I'm laying on and, while ruffling my hair, he says, "You up for a little more brotherly hanky panky?" I shake my head, mumbling, "I'm still sorting it out Christian." He smiles, saying, "I understand, Oliver. It's unfair of me to force myself on you." We leave it at that. I want to do it again, but I don't want to be anxious about it. I was telling the truth about trying to sort things out in my head. It's all so new and unexpected. No matter what Christian said about how I should have suspected he was gay, I never did and I still don't remember that stuff about the next door neighbor. After I take a shower we head off to dinner. The country club has a spectacular dining room with high ceilings and wide windows from floor to ceiling that overlook the golf course. I ordered prime rib, medium rare with a baked potato, instructing the stuffy the waiter, "Both butter and sour cream on the baked potato, please." I also have a salad with Russian dressing. Christian has two Jack Daniels Manhattans, and lamb chops with little brown potatoes. For dessert we both have two Irish coffees and I'm get to feeling a little woozy from the Jamison Irish whiskey, but real nice overall. I keep expecting Christian to question my sexuality, but he never brings it up so maybe he doesn't want to know. Christian plays golf in the morning, but in the afternoon I can't resist Christian fucking me again and we both have very big orgasms leaving me wanting more, but with a sore rectum. It was a fast rough fuck like Christian lost control of himself for awhile, but I really liked being fucked that way. Damn, it was so hot! As I said, my hole hurt, but I didn't tell him because I wanted him to fuck me once more before I leave in next morning. Our last night we ate at a fancy restaurant in the city with me wearing my brother's clothes. After dinner, back at the condo, we sleep together going to bed early, and we actually sleep this time. In the morning at my suggestion, making Christian looked quizzically at me, he fucks me doggie style that was disappointing to me because my ass was actually too sore for that. Not sore like when Pete fucked me, but just sore enough to take some of the thrill out of it. I still had a damn nice climax though. I wanted to do this last thing for Christian, actually. When it's time to leave for the airport Christian said he couldn't trust himself not to make a fool of himself saying goodbye so he sends me off to the airport in another stretch limo with the driver holding the door open for me and calling me. 'Mr Nickerson'. I open my going-away present from Christian on the way and it's a leather wallet with my initials in gold on the outside and ten one-hundred dollar bills on the inside. There's also a credit card with my name on it; billing address of course is Christian's. Even without the money for Frankie, and this generous gift, it still would have been a special three days. To be loved like he loves me, brotherly love, is very special. I don't want to down-play this money though, not having money worries in college is huge. Then I get somber again contemplating these last few days. A brother's special time together, just between Christian and me? It was definitely an unexpected experience, but I'm not in love with Christian and he said he'd said he wasn't in love with me; I hope to hell he's telling the truth because my love's for Frankie. If Christian thinks he's in love with me, like he kind of showed at times, that will ruin it for me. It would be terrible to disappoint or hurt him. He's smart though and I'll bet he thinks his way through to a common sense conclusion even if he's confused right after my visit. Or maybe I'm over the top to even consider my brother could be in love with me. Sounds conceited of me, but I don't mean it like that at all. My thoughts turn to Frankie then, and how anxious I am to see him, but I need to wait until I'm at college. He's in New Jersey now so that's a bit of a downer. Then I realized, after all is said and done, I have every reason to be upbeat and very little reason to think things up to worry about. I mean, the limo rides alone makes the trip fun. And I've got the money to save Frankie, and he's breaking up with Darlene, and I'm soon going be at the university where Cris will be, and where I'm only an hour from Alexander. Yep, lots of good things coming up and this trip to visit Christian is just the start of a string of good luck. Last night at dinner Christian told me he'd talked to Glen during the day and it's confirmed he'd pulled in a few favors and got 'that Pittsburgh thing' taken care of. Apparently it wasn't all that easy, but Glen persisted because he felt he owed me for mistakenly manhandling me when I first arrived at the condo. Christian said he wouldn't want to be in those assholes' shoes, meaning Fallon and his muscle men. From what Glen told Christian, Fallon is low level crook loosely unaffiliated with the organized crime in the Pittsburgh area. His action with Frankie and a couple other college kids who bet through him, gives bookies a bad name apparently. Glen told Christian some Pittsburg guys are going to step on Fallon a bit. I can't help but wonder how, exactly. Also, this morning during breakfast Christian finally addressed the nature of my sexuality. He kept it light, but mentioned that I participated in the gay sex with him surprisingly well. He thinks I'll probably be bisexual at some point in my life. Well, he got it half right.. He said whichever sex I fall for first, whether it's a guy or a girl, will probably determine which direction I go. He already knows I have a girlfriend so I'm not sure what he suspects, but I nod my head like it's all very interesting, but don't comment and he drops the topic. Checking in at the first class counter is fun again. This time I know what to do and I try to act casual, like it's no big deal. Hell, I had a good time with it. Eventually I couldn't really pull off the nonchalant role completely and end up doing a number of my pretend coughs, feeling like I'm out of my league. My seat partner in the first class section of the plane isn't out of my league though. He's a sixteen year old boy who normally might have me groping myself all the way from Seattle to Pittsburgh, except my brother fucked the horniness out of my sore ass for the moment. This kid is a little immature for his age and a bit of a chatter-box too, and if he weren't so much fun to look at I might need to shove a sock in his mouth. He has Frankie's haircut, but with blond hair instead of red. I rub his head a number of times during the flight and he doesn't seem to mind. A few stray acne bumps on his forehead, but on him they're cute. Freckles across his nose. Cute, but the kid keeps spouting out annoying joke questions that he's apparently memorized. I don't totally mind, because it gives me a reason to look at him. His mouth is so sexy. Very white teeth, slightly bucked and the two front ones are longer than the other front teeth. Bugs Bunny, but it's irresistible cute on Tony. That's his name, Tony Wright. His teeth cause him to spit a little when he say certain words and I keep my face close enough to his to feel the spray, like I'm hard of hearing. Sometimes his spit spray makes my eyes blink rapidly. Clean smelling breath too and I do eventually get a hard on, but not like I need to jerk off in the little airplane bathroom. After a while I get the urge to kiss Tony, although obviously I don't, but it indicates to me that my brother fucking the horniness out of me must be wearing off. What the hell, it been a few hours. Tony and me are eating fruit salad out of plastic containers and Tony's saying stuff like, "Why do you think they say, 'put your two cents in"?', but it's only a 'penny for your thoughts?' Where'd the extra penny go?" I'm like, "What's that Tony?" His spit spray has a hint of orange slices from the fruit dish. He says, "How is it they could put a man on the moon long before they could think of putting wheels on luggage?" I go, "Huh?" He says, "When people have a great night's sleep, why do they say 'I slept like a baby?'. I got a baby sister who wakes up crying every two hours to be fed?" And unfunny things like that. I finally lean over close to Tony and whispered in his ear, "Shut the fuck up with those questions, dude, or I'll poke your eye with this fork." Tony says, "If a deaf person goes to court, is it still called a hearing?". I chuckle, then say, "I'll fucking scream, Tony. I'm not kidding", but I had to laugh myself. Ya know, it's so stupid, but Tony has a contagious laugh and we're poking each other as we laugh. It passes the time. He may have been gay because he rubs against me any number of times and he seemed to like it when I rub his hair, although I'm thinking of Frankie when I do it. Also, we're almost holding hands when I pass him a snack or a hot towel or drink, whatever. It's a fun flight. When we say goodbye in the Pittsburgh airport, he goes, " Oliver, If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why the fuck is there that stupid song about him? Ya know, if no one cares?" I ask, "Where's my fork?" I give him a hug goodbye, but he doesn't seem up for that, so maybe he's not gay after all. During the flight home, when Tony fell asleep for an hour, I spent that time going over in my head the hot sex with my brother. I thought about how our bodies are so alike that it's almost like having sex with myself. That made me think of Noah and Nathan North, the identical twins. If those two have a hot sex weekend sometime, it actually will be like they're fucking themselves. Hope I'm in the area when it happens. It won't be long now till I see Alexander and the twins and running my fingers through my hair, I'm happy Daddy didn't buzz it all off. I want Alexander to give me a haircut and then suck me off like he did at Wildwood that time, and then I'll fuck him till he's squealing like a piglet! I'm still real interested in finding-out what that sounds like. My folks meet me at the airport and I need to answer a million questions about Christian. I give a good report telling more than a few lies along the way. They're going out to see him in October, but I don't think there's much chance they'll have as good a time as I did. We make it home safely and it's always nice to be in my own bedroom again; it's so familiar. Okay, now I've got a couple days to shop for stuff I'll need at college, and pack, and get my head straight because I'm determined to get off to a good start at the University. Then I think of Christobal again and wonder if we'll pick-up where we left off. It has been over three months. The next couple of days I do get a lot of stuff accomplished and feel really on top of things for once. Frankie's still in Wildwood, but he'll definitely call me when he gets back either Saturday or Sunday. He texted that they'll probably come back a day early because the weather forecast calls for heavy rain their last day. Rainy days at the shore suck. I can't wait to hear if he dropped the bomb on Darleen yet. I need to give him the money from Fallon, but I'm not going to tell him about the West Coast mob getting someone to step on Fallon a little, whatever that means exactly. Telling Frankie about that would bring my brother and his pal Glen into it, and there's no need for that. And then, the big thing, next Monday my folks and I drive to the University and I begin my college life at last. Right this second I'm getting ready for my weekly date with Pattie. I'm going to drop my own bomb on her. You know, explain how long distance relationships don't work..yadda, yadda, yadda. It's been fun, have a great life, and all that. She's fine, but she deserves a straight boyfriend who can get it on with her. One last movie with her and there's always the possibility I'll run into Myers while I'm picking Pattie up, which could be good or bad, but he did hide from me last time I picked up Pattie, so who knows. No idea what to expect from that hot tamale from one time I see him to the next. Pattie answers the door wearing a bathrobe with her hair still in big rollers and no make-up on yet. "Oh Oliver, why are you always on time? I'm way behind as usual, but Myers needs your help anyway so I'll finish getting ready while you help him move some stuff in the basement. Okay, cutie?" and then she makes some kind of a face that I'm guessing she thinks is sexy, but I can't be sure so I do my pretend cough and kind of squint my eyes. I can't read girls at all. Off she goes wiggling her ass like maybe she has a cramp in one of her buttocks. I don't look long before heading downstairs to the basement wondering what Myers has conjured up for me this time. "Myers, what do we need to move?" I call out on the way down. "Over here, Oliver", I hear him say from the other side of the basement, which turns out to be a finished recreation room. Myers is in the half bath washing his hands. "You going to call me any more names, Myers?" I asked him in a half-joking way. "No, I'm real sorry about that, Oliver. I didn't mean any of those things. How was the bachelor party?" We made small talk for a minute as he dries his hands and he acting the nicest he's ever been with me. Looking in the mirror, Myers messes with his short hair for a second and then says, "Look at this". Stepping into the small bathroom and looking around I say, "Look at what?" Myers takes each of my hands in his and holds hands with me while he says, "I'm not wearing any make-up, Oliver, just like you told me." I think, 'Oh shit.' as I say, "That's nice, you're a hot looking dude, Myers, so ya don't need ladies stuff on your face. I squeezed back a little with both my hands which Myers, for some reason, continues to hold onto. He says, "Would you do me real quick in here? I'm sorry I was such a jackass the last time I saw you." My breath catches and all I can do at the moment is another one of my fake coughs, which I've been doing much too much of lately. Myers has caught be off guard again and I'm thrown-off because I love holding hands with a boy. It's something I've discovered is ultra daring and sexy, but how did Myers know that ? He pulls me to him and I smell his teen BO again. I think, "Damn, that's sexy!" and it is. Maybe I'm the only one on the planet who would think so, but I really do think Myer's BO is hot. Other brands of BO need not apply, however, it's just Myer's brand that for some reason turns me on. Myers lets go of my hands and wraps his arms around my waist and lays the side of his face on my shoulder. His body odor envelopes me and without thinking I put my arms around his neck to hug him back a little bit. He mutters, "You make me so hot, Oliver. Nobody else affects me like you do. Why is that, do ya think?" I tell him I have no idea, but it's difficult getting the words out because he has me so aroused, and I'm not sure why that is. Every move of his arms generated a puff of his fresh teen boy BO and I realized I'm rubbing my cheek against the back of Myer's head in an affectionate way. He'd just gotten his back-to-school haircut and it's real short, but a different style than Frankie's. "Please do me a quickie, Oliver." he says again, while I'm reminding myself that I'm suppose to take action when opportunities present themselves. I hesitate only a second before asking, "You have a condom?" He does. Myers lets go of me immediately and drops his basketball shorts. He has a real nice boner sticking out of a dark patch of pubic hairs. Thinking of Pete's shaved pubes, I'd like to buzz Myer's bush off. I like that look now and I'm going to do mine too, or maybe get Alexander to do mine. "You better take off those cargo shorts, Oliver, or you'll get lube on them 'cause I just finished filling my bum hole with the stuff. The condom's right there on the sink." Pete filled his hole with lube in anticipation of me fucking him and now Myers does the same thing. Must be a manual somewhere for teens who want to get fucked. Myers must have been pretty sure I'd come across, but what can I do? I'm panting by now. As suggested I take off my cargo shorts and my jockey underwear, but this needs be quick because; I do not want Pattie to come looking for me while I'm fucking her brother. Myers turns around and bends forward a little saying, "I can't wait to feel you inside me, Oliver." As I'm putting the condom on my dick, then stroking my already semi-firm cock, I tell Myers to take off his T-shirt too, which he immediately pulls over his head, and now I can really smell his arm pits. It's close to a sickeningly sweet smell, very strong, but it's hot. My cock is soon a nice hard boner and with the condom in place I push my cock between Myer's butt cheeks looking for his hole. Myers is chubby all around and that includes his ass, although it's fairly firm. I don't mind a chubby ass at all, but it's a different feeling pushing my cock into two inches of firm ass crack before reaching his hole. I find it and hump the head of my cock passed his sphincter muscle and continue right up his hole until my pubes are squeezed tight against that chubby, firm ass of his. Feel damn good too. I'm holding his baby fat waist tight, squeezing the fat in my fists. There isn't much of it really, I'm exaggerating. He's got a nice body. Myers grunts and then moans. After waiting a few seconds with my boner all the way up inside Myers, I start pulling back slowly and Myers let out a long breath; it's the one he's been holding in anticipation of insertion, but he's fine now. The earlier grunt and moan slipped out of his held breath, but now he can talk, "Holy shit, Oliver. Your dick feels good inside me." I put my arms around his bare chest and pull him up straight, his back against my chest, because I want more of his earthy smell. Without thinking, I start giving him a hickey on the side of his neck as I'm lazily humping in and out of his hole. He squirms, then moans again as I suck and tongue the same spot on his neck over and over. Myers continues his moaning and begins pushing his chubby ass back into me with each thrusts. I never stop the hickey activity during the entire fuck. Myers begins to whimper now and moaning my name, all very quietly and it's a bit of a turn on for me. His head lulls back against my chin, but his blond, short hair, needs a good shampoo, which for some reason adds to the erotic BO smell and I know it's crazy, but it's hot. I now can feel this is indeed going to be a quickie. Myers asked for a quickie, but I not sure he had this quick in mind, but my balls are really buzzing and I can feel a climax building. I don't know why it's happened this soon, but I'm getting ready to blow my load. Maybe Myers is too because he's been into a fairly fast jerk-off as soon as I started his hickey. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror above the sink shows a sexy looking youngster with his eyes closed, and who's licking his puffy lips in what appears to be ecstasy. He's one sexy kid is all I can say and I never thought that about Pete, for example, and Pete's cuter than Myers and he has that incredible dick too. But like I said, Myers has always struck me as sexy. Humping him faster now sweat breaks out on my forehead and desperate sounds slip from my throat as climax approaches, Un, un, un, ah, un," and less than five minutes from when we began I fire off a good shot of spunk, which is captured in the condom and squeezes down the shady of my boner, as I go, "Ahh!" and hump into Myers to unload a bigger lot of creamy cum, then twice more and I'm breathless dealing with hundreds of pleasure points in my dick and balls that spread out all around my goring, belly and the inside of my thighs up near my nuts. I shudder as Myers squeals and splatters the mirror with his cum, a big splat with lots of spray. It looks like the mirrors shattered but it just the cobweb pattern of his first shop of cum. He thrust his hips forward and lets loose a much creamier load that makes it only to the sink. His face is scrunched up dealing with the intense spike of sensations as he spurts three more smaller shots of cum against the front of the sink. He shudders too and the BO is so heavy now and I can almost see it floating around us. No one else's BO has ever effected me like this. In middle school there were kids with BO, usually just as they entered puberty, and it was offensive! Not Myers' though and I don't know why that is. My shoulders shudder again as waves of pleasure drain away. My climax was so intense, for a few seconds I thought I'd forgotten how to breath. Big one too and everything went black at first, then it was all perfect after that. Five nice cum shots in the condom, although doing it bareback is hotter for me. I'd stop sucking his neck as I was filling up my condom with cum. Hey, as I glance at the hickey, man that's a big one. Myers is weak as he leans back into me; he's oblivious of the hickey what with his big climax, and he's still stroking himself. Breathlessly he tells me he'd rarely cum that hard. He'd shot a hell of a lot of cum on that mirror, I'll give him that. Damn, what is it with Myers and me? He's finally had enough of his own hand-job and he wets a hand towel in the sink with some warm water as I'm flushing the condom down the toilet. Myers surprisingly begins washing my crotch area with the damp warm towel, cleaning me with one hand while he uses toilet paper to wipe at the lube leaking out of his hole with the other. He's still breathing hard, but getting it together. I'm surprised he's doing this, but think it's awfully nice of him. As he's cleaning my dick, I ask, "You like shaved pubes, Myers?" He tells me they're wicked hot, but he needs to let them grow out because of showers in gym class he'll have the second semester, which makes sense to me. When he has me all cleaned up, he mumbles, "Yo, thanks for that awesome quickie, Oliver. It was even better than I thought it would be. You turn me on more than any boy I've ever met, so far." He peeks a look in my eyes reflected in the mirror and I go, "Yeah, you too stud." Maybe I'm not going to break up with Pattie after all. Lot of holiday breaks in college, we can do the long distant deal and I'll have a legitimate excuse to see Myers some more. He says, "You better get dressed, Oliver, and you look a little, um, flushed. Put some cold water on your face or maybe you can just tell Pattie you're flushed and disheveled because of the heavy stuff we lifted. I'll back you up." The kid is looking out for me and it's the first time I've seen this side of him. He's being really nice, it's totally unlike the Myers I know. I must admit I'm liking this version of Myers. Looking at his concerned expression and his slightly parted sexy lips. There's a thin string of saliva attached from his top lip to a bottom tooth, and I wonder if I'm getting a thing for this kid. Moving my head down to him, he tilts his up a little for a kiss and another surprise; Myers is a very hot kisser. His tongue reminds me of Christian's, who has a great tongue, second only to Frankie's, who has the best pink tongue I've ever tasted or felt in my mouth. Myers makes a quiet sigh as we kiss and then he reaches up and wrapped his arms around my neck and holds on tight. His boy BO is so strong now I feel I might cum again. It's an aphrodisiac to me. Jeez, Myers just rings all my my bells, hmmmm? What a great mouth he has too. It's a mystery how some people just get attracted to another. Myers finally brake the kiss and it should have been me who did that. My cock is hard again as I ask, barely able to spit it out, if he has another condom. He says, "Not down here," and still looking out for my interest, he says, "You need to get dressed anyway and get up stairs. Pattie must be ready by now. We don't want that silly snatch coming down here and catching us." I shake my head trying to clear it and of course Myers' right. Holy shit, he's the sensible one now. What the hells going on? I'm ridiculous hook on gay sex with hot gay teens; wonder how I survived almost nineteen years without it. We both get dressed and then Myers asks, "One more kiss?" and I can't resist. I know it's insane, but Myers is simply incredibly sexy to me. It's got to be subconscious attraction I guess, but it doesn't change the fact that I get stupid around Myers. Is it as simple as his BO? No, that couldn't be all there is to it! There's something about his looks which reminds me of a book in the school library titled, 'The History Of Rock n Roll' that I glanced through to kill time last year, and I saw an early picture of Elvis Presley in there. He had the same sexy look as Myers, and especially the same sexy lips. That guy died something like forty years ago, but he was only twenty years old in the picture, and to me he was sex personified. Pattie just started coming down the stairs as we're going up; close call, and I need to thank Myers for insisting we get dressed, and then my eyes stare at the huge hickey on his neck. Halfway up the steps, I go, "Oops, I'll be right up, Pattie, I dropped my wallet helping Myers." Then to Myers, "Would you help me find my wallet?" Pattie turns around to go back upstairs, saying, "Oliver, you're so nice helping my brother, but hurry up." When Myers and me are back in the little half bath, I point in the mirror at the big hickey on his neck, and he goes, "Awesome!' I say, "Yeah, but let's cover it for now. We find bandaids in the medicine cabinet and I put a wide one over the hickey. Myers looked at the hickey in awe, and then says, "I love your hickey, Oliver, thanks." Damn, I want us to get naked and roll around in a bed with him. His face is a little greasy and there's the BO and all, but I want it all just the same. We have another kiss and I swear to God I would have dropped a little cum in my jockey shorts if I hadn't just filled up that condom. Myers' sexy smell and all the other sexy things about Myers, plus the very recent memory of fucking him, is enough to get me wanting more. He whispers, "Do you think we can ever do this again?" I immediately go, "Oh yeah." Not being able to put it off any longer, I reluctantly need to leave Myers and take his sister to the movies. Why is he so sexy and she's so, um, not. Making sure to put on a good make-out with Pattie after the movies, because I want to make sure she'd be up for our long distant relationship. She thinks I'm hot for her body by the time I'm done making out with her. It requires that I blank my mind while satisfying her because trying to think of a boy doesn't work when soft tits are pushing against my chest. For a second there I was afraid she was going to get out of her clothes, and then it would have been all over for me. A female body is a turn-off and seeing it in the flesh would surely be even worse. At one point she says, "Hold it right there, mister horny boy. We're going no further tonight; you already got me wet down there." Thank god she's finally had enough. Pattie acts like I go too far with her, but she's hot for me and constantly telling me how cute and yummy I am and always poking at my dick. She's accusing me of seeing other girls too, but she adds that she won't put out for me because we're not going steady, like she wants. Guess how long it will be before I ask her to go steady? No, longer then that, no, even longer. However, she still wants to continue being my girlfriend and we'll see each other on college holidays. Hey, maybe I can become friends with her little brother too. And, let's see, maybe I'll play the big brother role for Myers and we can go on a field trip together or something like that. Oh yeah, I'm sure we can work something out. Getting home before midnight, there's a note for me that a Frank Nerney called and I should call him any time before midnight. I speed dial right away and he picks up on the first ring. "Oliver?" he says. I say, "Why no, it's Will Swallows. How they hanging, hottie?" to quote one of Rocky's greetings. Frankie's excited, he's telling me he'd heard earlier tonight that Fallon and his two muscle men spent last night in the hospital. The father of one of Frankie's cousins is a detective on the police force and is involved in the investigation. It seems two thugs attacked Fallon and, coincidentally, the same two muscle men who visited Frankie. Fallon and the other two were in the trailer and got their front teeth broken right off at the gum line; they were apparently hit with a two inch pipe. No warning or nothing. Frankie says there were a few other broken bones during the beating with the same pipe. I cringe at the violent payback. Here's the most curious part though; each of them was burned with a cigar, which probably wasn't too smart because it connects the beating to Frankie. He doesn't seem too concerned about that though, and tells me he hasn't told anyone but me about his beating and cigar burning, so it's awfully odd that totally different tough guys used a cigar as a form of punishment to Fallon. I mumble, "Fucking weird coincidence, huh?" Then I add, "Hey, maybe Fallon's guys burned others and finally someone got their revenge. Did ya ever think of that?" He's sincerely puzzled, but this concept seems to satisfy him. I don't want to involve my brother in any way, and Frankie doesn't need to know anyhow. Even weirder, Frankie tells me Fallon called him from the hospital and left almost an apologetic message on his cell phone. Frankie's still in Wildwood, but he of course received the voice mail. Fallon's message indicates the work Frankie's already done for Fallon has cancelled out the debt. Fallon more or less said there's no further need of Frankie's services, and it's extremely unlikely there will be any in the future. "What do you think, Oliver?" I tell him it seems Fallon's carefully worded message means he and you have no reason to ever see each other again." Frankie goes, "Yeah, that's what it sounds like. Did you have anything to do with this, Oliver?" I go, "Wish I for Frankie, but get serious. How could I? And hell, dude, he wants you to stay the fuck away from him. That's what it sounds like to me. Apparently he thinks you may have turned loose the wolves on him somehow." Like most bullies, when they're pushed back hard they turtle-up. I tell him further that it's an unexpected bit of good luck, and why not just follow Fallon's wishes. If any problem develops later I have the two thousand dollars, but if we don't have to give it to Fallon, why should we. I'll keep it on hand for a while and then send it back to my brother. Man, I can almost picture the relief on Frankie's face when he first heard that message from Fallon and wanted to share it with the only person who knows about Frankie and Fallon. And I can see the cute frown on his face during our conversation because it's a mighty big coincidence with the cigar burns and all. He's relieved, but confused I would imagine. He may suspect I had something to do with it since he knows I discussed it with my brother, but he can't figure out how I could have got those goons to attack Fallon and Fallon goons. Glen's goons were tougher than Fallon's goons. Frankie's safe now even if he doesn't fully realize it yet himself. Before hanging up we make plans for me to drive up tomorrow so we can spend some time together. He got home a day early from Wildwood because it rained the last day they planned to being there. You don't want to spend a rainy day in Wildwood 'cause there isn't much to do but spend too much money in the arcades. Anyway, the rainy day is good for me because I get to see Frankie before we're both off to college on Monday. He tells me cryptically we need to talk about us. Hmmm? After we said good night, I go directly to my bedroom and have a nice jerk-off thinking about seeing Frankie tomorrow and a little bit Myers' unique BO too. I never get tired of jerking-off although it doesn't compare with gay sex, which I seem to be addicted to already. Making up for lost time I suppose. It'll even out eventually. Dad got me up early Sunday morning and we spend a tedious, and basically unnecessary two hours going over things for The University of Pennsylvania: forms, times, directions, and other things we've already verified a couple of times. He seems more nervous about me going away to college than me, but maybe it's the 'empty nest' thing some parents experience when their last child has flown the coop. It was a little frantic for me when Christian went to college a number of years ago, so I understand how mom and dad feel now that I'm going away too. When he's finally comfortable that we're on top of everything, I gulp down a glass of orange juice and then I'm on my way to Frankie's place; an hour's drive away. With the top down and the beautiful weather I enjoy the drive listening to hot tunes on the radio and thinking about all sorts of things that make-up my crazy life lately. I use this hour's worth of driving to marvel at how much my life has changed for me recently. My confidence level has spiked way up there; well, as compared to a year ago anyway. Not quite from a mouse to a lion, but I'm no mouse anymore either. Christobal got me started on this wonderful roll I've been on, sex-wise. I'll never forget us dancing together and then the next night and my first gay sex. He made it so special that I thought I was in love with him. Oh boy, I was naive back then and I guess I still am in some ways, but not in all the ways I used to be. And it seems I'm unknowingly giving off some sort of signal that I'm a willing gay boy because now gay guys almost seem attracted to me. And, I must be sexy enough to them that they approach me and, ya know, I'm glad of that. I've got more confidence although not enough to initiate a single relationship with a boy, or a girl. My one and only girlfriend, Pattie, came on to me and invited me to go on that first date. Every relationship I've had with boys, as relatively limited as they've been, was initiated by the other party, except that thing with my next door neighbor, Edward, when I was fifteen or so and supposedly followed him around. According to my brother I trailed after Edward nagging him to fuck me, although I still don't remember it. Anyway, that's enough musings about the boys I've met recently, I'll concentrate on the main one, Frankie Nerney. Frankie's parents go to morning church services on Sundays and then they have lunch out, which is why Frankie said for me to get there at eleven; we'll have a couple hours to sort things out. I don't like the sound of 'sort things out', but I'm trying to stay positive and not look for worse case scenarios. Frankie will be in his back yard and I now know the way around the tall hedges to the secret back yard entrance. A little after eleven I walk around the hedges and see Frankie who'e facing me, but his head is turned looking in the other direction. He's wearing a pair of old flimsy pajamas that are too small for him, and flip flops on his feet. The shirt portion of the pajamas is unbuttoned and hanging open. His pink skinny hairless chest and his pink flat hairless belly make my mouth water. I want to lick him there. I'm not dressed much better than Frankie. My boardies are a cheap nylon material with a mesh jock so I don't need undies. A boardies are too big for me and hang precariously off my skinny hips, but they're comfortable. Sandals, as usual, on my feet and a thin cotton, sleeveless Tee covers my upper bod. I'm not far from being naked actually. Frankie's holding the sports section of the Sunday newspaper up with one hand, reading it, while his other hand gropes his junk inside of his faded blue pajama bottoms. For some reason he's standing next to a small lawn chair; one of four around a table with an open umbrella over it. Odd, because Frankie never stands if there's a sit-down option. On the table next to his eye glasses is an empty plate and a half full glass of orange juice. Biting my lower lip, I stare at him for a minute 'cause I can't help myself. There's something slightly magical about Frankie to me. Or is it that he's too perfect in my eyes? Quietly walking up behind him, I'm going to scare him, but at the last second I don't; he might think it's Fallon's men and faint. I do a quiet version of my fake cough and he turns his head with that smile of his that gives me a boner. "I didn't hear you, Oliver," Frankie says, pulling his hand out of his PJs so he can give me his hug, the one he gives everyone, it seems. I'd like to get Frankie and the North twins in a hugging contest. Naturally, in the contest I'd be the judge and the one being hugged. After getting off the highway at Frankie's exit, I'd stopped and bought us both dunkin donuts iced coffees and bagels with cream cheese. "Yum", says Frankie. He's always hungry. Setting the food on the umbrella table we sit, smiling at each other. The only other lawn furniture in his back yard is that chaise lounge with the soft looking cushions that Frankie was laying on the other time I visited him here. As we're eating our snack Frankie tells me the cigar burns have pretty much healed, and we do other small talk too. He wants to know all about my Seattle trip and I tell him some of the good parts, leaving out details involving Christian's and my brotherly sex. As we talk I sense he still isn't being his old self. After fifteen minutes, in a flat tone of voice, he says, "You'll never guess what." I look at him with raised eyebrows nodding my head for him to go on. He tells me the third day of their Wildwood vacation Darleen said she wanted to have a talk with him. She'd beat him to the punch informing Frankie she's noticed that he doesn't seem to feel the way about her that he used to, and what's up with that? For once, Frankie, to his credit, doesn't backdown to her. He told her that she's right, he'd lost any loving feeling for her he may have had a one time. She was pissed off, but tells him if he's lost the loving feeling, then so has she. I'm thinking, "She's such a fucking loser', but I concentrated mostly on not smiling or worse, laughing out loud. I'm so happy for Frankie although he seems kind of melancholy about it. That's just like him though to feel sorry for her. He somehow feels he's let Darleen down. She said Frankie started changing when that know-it-all, Oliver, showed up. That pissed me off at first, but then I felt proud of myself. Not saying anything like that to Frankie, I just do my little encouraging head nod and listen. Darleen feels I'm a bad influence on him, but what's done is done. Darleen finished by telling Frankie he and her are free to date others now, as if Frankie wasn't free to do that anyway. I don't want to gloat but, who does fat bossy Darleen think is gonna date her? Frankie looks sad as he tells me Darleen cried after her talk with him, and he felt real bad, but didn't know what to do. Naturally her parents were cool toward Frankie from then on, but what could they do. They didn't known the kids would be breaking-up when they'd invited Frankie to go with them to Wildwood. I mumble, "Awkward situation, but she's the one who brought it up, not you, Frankie," Maybe I should be more sympathetic, but she used Frankie for years, putting a major guilt trip on his head in order to keep him thinking he had to be loyal to her, and she did it with her break-up talk and those tears too. I try to give Frankie a hug, but he pulls away, "That's another thing, Oliver. I want to be best friends with you, but godamnit, I don't want to be gay. I told ya that before, dude. Christ! Can't we just be best friends without being gay too? " Stunned, I don't say anything because I want him to talk himself out. He's too smart to really believe you can be gay, or not be gay, at will. He takes a gulp on his iced coffee and then says, "I think that's what Darleen was implying; that you and me are gay. I don't want people saying that about me. She might spread it all over the West Chester campus. I know a lot of guys there. None of us are gay!" He's all worked-up, but I still don't say anything. Frankie drinks more iced coffee and when I hear that slurping sound when only ice is left, Frankie keeps on sucking the straw, which is very annoying. I do my fake cough to hide my irritation and then we're both quiet. He won't look at me, so I wait and after a minute I hear an exaggerated version of that god damn slurping sound again and I reach over abruptly to pull the plastic cup out of Frankie's reach. He giggles and moving the coffee out of my reach, when I looked up he's looking at me with a grin on his face, the straw in his mouth ready to do it again. I gave him my pretend irritated expression, and he asks, "Can't we just be spit swapping best buddies, Oliver. We're like brothers, man. We don't have to be gay." He's trying to lighten the moment up and, fuck, he is so cute. I go, "Maybe we don't need to be gay buds, but let me tell you some things you apparently don't know. Come on over to the lounge chair with me, it's big enough for both of us. No gay stuff, don't worry." Frankie wants us to stay best spit swapping buds, so that much is established already. He cautiously joins me side-by-side on the lounge chair, and listens looking straight ahead with a neutral expression on his face. I go, "Ya know very well I'm gay cause I told ya so myself. That doesn't mean you are, or that you need to be, you're the only one who knows about that." Inching a little closer to his pajama-clad, skinny, tight body, I get close enough to smell his special Frankie scent, and say, "But, there are reasons I like being gay and here's one of them. Being gay I get to admire your bright red hair openly, and I get to tell you that each strain of your hair is like a short, thin piece of silk, and I can stare at your cute face and tell you you're cute. Couldn't do that if I'm straight." Looking at me from the corners of his eyes, Frankie gave me a half a smirk, half grin. Running my fingers over the top of his flat-top fade haircut, I add, "Your hair feels like soft, thick, velvet. It looks so cool on you too. I love to feel down at your neck line where it feels like sandpaper and up further on the back of your head it gets a tiny bit longer and then a little longer and softer and softer and velvet on the top. This haircut is perfect for a cute boy like you, Frankie. It makes you look like you're fifteen and it makes me want to do this." With that I slide my right arm under his neck and pull his head next to mine. Frankie rolls his eyes to the side again giving me a quizzical look, and I say, "It's okay, Frankie. It's only me." Putting my face against the side of his face, I mutter, "See, as a gay boy I get to say things like that about you. It would be quite unusual to hear that from a straight boy." Frankie does the eye roll again and his attempt at a smirk comes out as a smile. He knows I'm being goofy, we've been goofy with each from the first day we met, and I can feel his body relax against me. I don't actually have a plan, just want some bodily contact with him and I want him to move away from that rejection of the gay matter. His whole front torso is exposed as the flimsy pajama top hangs open on either side of him so I lightly touch his chest with the fingers of my left hand, as I'm saying, "See Frankie, this is another thing a straight boy would rarely do." With that I massage his nipples one by one and then rub lightly down to his right hip, just above his crotch area. Then gently tickled across his belly below his belly button. Hesitating for a second because I can feel Frankie holding his breath, and then I push my hand under his PJ's waist band and rub around his pubic patch. It's bristly as it grows out from being shaved for his operation. That's probably why he'd been groping down there when I arrived; it itches. Frankie's dick gets semi-hard as he maintains his silence. Massaging around there, I mutter, "I'm only doing this to help you with the scratchy, itchy feeling. It's the sort of considerate thing a best gay bud will do for you. That's another benefit you have right there with me being gay and your best friend and all. It's a bonus really. Ya think a straight best bud would help you out like this? No, they're too busy thinking about themselves and of course they're into the girl thing too, you're not the most important person to them." As I massaged around his dick and nuts Frankie sucks his lips against his front teeth and takes in a long breath. I kiss the side of his forehead and take in a long breath of my own, smelling Frankie. My dick's semi-hard too. As I continue to rub his scratchy pubic patch and occasionally squeeze his nuts lightly, I kiss him again lower on his face near his nose and then on his lips. Frankie gasped and opens his mouth and we do a long, slow, deep, French kiss. We're off to the races now. The two of us know what we like and it might seem messy to a lot of guys, but we liked clear bubbly saliva. We smeared it all around our mouths and then began spreading it out, mixing our saliva together until our faces are slippery and we rub our noses back and forth against each other, our tongues are out so each pass allows our tongues to press and lick together. We begin grunting with the effort of getting each other hotter and hotter and our cocks harder and harder. Both of us have a rock hard cock now. I know that because I can feel mine and I have Frankie's in my fist. He puts his arm around my neck and holds my face there as we kiss and lick each other's face. We're rustling around on the chaise lounge and somehow my baggy boardies slip past my skinny hips. I take my hand off Frankie's boner and reach back to help my left leg get out off the boardies. It isn't difficult and now I'n naked from the waist down. My boardies bunched on the calf of my right leg. We're breathing hard with just the sides of our faces pressed tightly together, my arm around Frankie's neck and his arm around mine. Deep breathing, hearts pounding, sweat dripping in the summer heat, mixing with our spit. It's lovely, sexy too. Catching my breath I swing my left leg over Frankie's hips straddling him and sit on his belly with my bare ass on his stomach just in front of the head of his dripping boner. My thighs are on my calves and my T-shirt clad chest lays on his bare chest. I reach under to adjust my boner which is squeezed between us, just below Frankie's nipples. Our faces together again. His voice is strained, as he grunts, "I can barely breath, Oliver. Don't move though, it's not you sitting on me, I like that. It's me getting so excited when we do our spit swapping; it get's me breathing kinda fucked up. Give me a minute." Frankie starts playing with the hair on the back of my head and when I know he has his breathing back under control I pick my head off his chest and we kiss eagerly and then hold our lips together, sucking and lapping each other's tongue. Oh how wonderful it feels as precum drools out of my cock. I reach behind and position Frankie's wet cock head at my hole and hold it there by pushing back on it slightly. Frankie goes, "No, Oliver, don't." With the side of my forehead against Frankie's cheek, it's so intimate I push back on his boner some more and it slowly spreads the lips of my anus. Frankie groans, then humps his hips just a little and the wet, throbbing head of his cock pops inside me and we both moan, "Ohhhhh Ahh,". I don't move for thirty seconds or so getting use to it there. Frankie says, "Don't Oliver. We shouldn't." Biting my lip, then licking my lips, I manage to grunt out, "Please Frankie, I love you." I can feel him moving his head back and forth, his chin moving against my forehead as his cock slips at least two inches up my hole. Frankie mutters, "Oh my God...oh oh," and he can't stop himself from humping his hips hard, driving his boner up another two inches. He goes, "Aggg, oh fuck!' and he humps it inside me the full seven inches, maybe a little more by now. I already feel the sperm mixing around in my balls and the head of my boner expanding. Pulling off his boner almost all the way by lifting up on my knees slightly, then sitting slowly back on it gets my shoulders shuddering, as Frankie groans, "Oh my god," then wraps his arms tightly around my shoulders and pulls me down, chest to chest. Holding me there he frantically humps his hips fucking me in a furious way. Long thrusting strokes up inside me as fast as he can hump his hips pushing his hard boner in and out of my sweaty, slippery hole. Hump after hump and grunt after grunt until my sperm explodes out of my nuts and up my cock to spew out between our bodies soaking another of my T shirts. Frankie follows with a shrill sound digging his fingernails into my shoulders as I feel the sharp stab of his first cum shot inside me. It's a big orgasm, I can tell he's shooting more spurts of cum into my bowels just from the way he humps inside me hard and hold it for a second before doing it again, grunting and, "Ohhh, um, um!" with each spurt, but I only felt the first one. I feel the warm, slippery wetness though. Frankie's teenage cum rolls down from my ass drooling on down to my thighs. An explosion of sensation all around my groin, thigh and belly; too many to recognize all of them, but all of them combined put me in sexual ecstasy like I've only felt with Frankie. He continues to thrusting his boner up my ass for quite a while before his cock loses a lot of it's hardness and slips out smearing more cum on my ass and thighs. We breath heavily for a while and I worry because he'd said "No!". When he doesn't say anything I decides I'd better, so I mutter, "I'm sorry, Frankie. I heard you say no, but I couldn't stop myself." Surprising me pleasantly, Frankie kisses the side of my face and tells me he'd only said 'no' because he isn't positive he's one hundred percent clean. Fallon had made Frankie participate in unnamed sexual activities with him and Frankie is just about positive Fallon always used protection, although he's not one hundred percent sure. He didn't want to take the chance of infecting me with something. When I hesitantly ask what sort of sexual activities? Frankie wants to drop the subject. Then he says, "Why didn't ya just tell me you wanted me to fuck you? I'll give you a good fucking when you need it. Better me than some pervert off the street. Humping you doesn't make be any more gay than letting you suck me off does. I'm doing the 'guy' stuff and you're doing the, um, the other part. As you've said, Oliver, you're gay. I sort of expect you to want to do gay things occasionally, not actually being a girl, I don't mean that, but you know. As long as it's just doing favors for you by letting you suck my cock or or me fucking you, no problem. I'm a straight guy, but I can bend the rules for my best bud." There are a number of things wrong with his logic, but did he said he would fuck me whenever I want him to, so hot shit, that's plenty good enough for me. We can deal with his fucked-up logic another time. Darleen is out of the picture and Frankie and I are still best buddies; me gay and he not, or so he thinks. And he's rationalized that him fucking me doesn't make him gay. Fine, plenty good enough for right now and much better than I'd have dreamed possible a half hour ago. We lay together on the chaise lounge for quite some time talking and making plans for getting together in West Chester. Frankie's cum dries around my hole and down both sides of my thighs. It felt stiff and I like that just fine because it's his cum. My cum's still damp on my T shirt which doesn't feel fine, but who's complaining. Frankie tells me he's never swap spit with another boy and he never did it with Darleen either. He felt his lack of hetero sex with Darleen is the primary reason he fell into the spit swapping sessions with me, and the other things that occasionally happened between us too. I notice that since Frankie's gotten the premise across that he's the guy and I'm in sorta the role of the girl, he's acting a tiny bit superior or maybe I'm imagining that, not that I care one way or the other. He's saying things like he couldn't ask for a better best friend than me, and he feels that the fact I'm gay maybe is a bonus, which is good to hear. But when he tells me I shouldn't think of myself as a second class citizen in our relationship, that's a tad condescending and unnecessary in the first place, so that's not too cool. He asks me if it's alright if he has intercourse with me whenever he gets the horny urge, if he's not fucking a girl or something? I tell him sure, but I don't mention he's never fucked a girl in his life so why he thinks he will in college is a mystery. He tell me he feels the arrangement is a convenient one for both of us. He'd expect certain things from me as we go along obviously, but I shouldn't worry myself about them now 'cause he'd take care of them when he felt I needed straightening out. Frowning, I checked him a few more times hardly believing his attitude. And then finally I catch his suppressed grin. I knew it, he's breaking my balls again, like we love to do with each other. Frankie's good at it because he's convincing at first and makes me believe he's serious for a while, then he keeps embellishing things until it's get so outlandish I finally catch on that he's teasing. Frankie went on and on with his silly rules for me as the one in the girls role. I lay first on top of him, and then later tight next to him on the lounge. Now that I know he doesn't believe all the crap he's saying I'm having a good time exaggerating my role as humble to my main man. I love him so much it's mind boggling. He goes on to talk about how much he loves girls' bodies and this and that with me mumbling compliance as I'm enjoying smelling his smell and feeling his body against mine. Frankie doesn't appear to mind me being practically naked until we hear a car door slam. "Oh fuck, Oliver, they're back. Shit, time really flies, don't it?" I get my pants back on as Frankie heads in the house to say hello to his parents. It starts to sink in then; after more than two months of mostly seeing Frankie five or six days a week for eight hours or more a day, now I'm only going to get to see him once in a while for a few hours. When I say goodbye to him today, that's it for at least two weeks, maybe longer. He comes back with a couple of Cokes and we drink them in the garage smoking a cigarette together. He sadly tells me he needs to go with his folks visiting his grand parent shortly. I say, "I'm going to miss you something terrible, Frankie." He goes, "Me too." I mumble, "Would you do your gay best friend, who's playing the devoted girlfriend part, another favor and fuck me one more time?" Frankie says, "You broads are all alike. It's easy for you, all you gotta do is lay there. Us macho males have to get hard-ons and such. Okay, get your twat over to that table." He's spouts out more of that theme and we have ourselves a laugh-a-thons. Laughing so hard we can't catch our breath ended in a wild make-out, then Frankie does fuck me till we both blow another cum load from our nuts. Mine on myself, Frankie's up inside my hole. I hold onto him when we're finished feeling my eyes tearing up. I never knew it was possible to love someone this much. He holds onto me too. rocking us slowly back and forth. Frankie has my head wrapped in his arms and he mumble something into the top of my head that I'm pretty sure was, "I love you too, Oliver". The he says, "I really need to go Oliver. Are you alright?" I guess I'm dropping some more tears, but I have a history of that sort of thing. Wiping my eyes with the back of my arm, muttering, "Sorry 'bout that," and he mutters back, "It's okay, I feel like crying too". He reaches out to touch my arm starting to say something, but shakes his head and runs out of the garage, calling back, "See ya soon, Oliver," then right into his house he goes. I wait a few minutes, then walk slowly through the hedges to my car. Driving home I try to sort it all out, but we had mixed in so much joking around with serious talk it's hard to know what's what. Since the first day I met Frankie right up until today I'm only sure of one thing, how I feel about him. Most everything else is up for grabs day to day. Maybe he's wicked conflicted or maybe he's having a big battle internally about who he is or who he wants to be. I don't imagine it's all that unusual. I'm glad I never had doubts about myself. Makes life easier. It one of the few things in life I got right. Tomorrow I begin college at last and getting off to a good start is most important, and then reconnecting with Frankie to plan our schedule. I'm no longer sure I want to reconnect with Cristobal, I'll see if the fire still burns there. Even if we're only as friends that'd be fine too. I do want to call Alexander though, I'm really anxious to have some playtime buddy sex with him again. I miss him and really like fucking his hot light brown bum, and seeing what's up with the twins, Noah and Nathan North too. They were fun in Wildwood. It'll be fun seeing what new adventure come my way and, and maybe I'll even run into Ryjohn again. to be continued... Chapter 12 (The Roommate) Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo. com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Details at the site. Thank you.