Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2002 10:33:34 -0500
From: Cyp Reed <reed@dreamwriter.us>
Subject: BURRHEAD, Chapter 4, The Exchange Rate

BURRHEAD

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Chapter 4, The Exchange Rate

When Mike asked me if I'd ever sucked anybody's dick, he was so interested
in getting me to suck his that he never bothered to ask me whose dick I had
sucked. I wasn't ready to tell him right then anyway. I've told Donny about
Mike, and he was all ears, wanting to know what Mike and I do, what Mike
looks like, how he got into doing it with boys. I don't even know the
answer to that last one.

I've got the car this afternoon, so Mike and I swing by a drive-in for
walnut malts, and top 'em off with scotch. He's wearing cut-off shorts, and
I want to lick the dark hair on those tanned legs right up to his
crotch. We've done it together maybe five or six times by now, but it's not
like I can just grab his dick anytime I feel like it. I can do that with
Donny, but it's not so clear with Mike. I wait for him to let me know when
he's in the mood. Maybe this is why Mike makes me hungrier than Donny
does. I think about him when I jack off. I am right now trying to figure
out how I can get those shorts off him.

"You've heard me talk about my friend, Donny, right, Burrhead?"

"Yeah...the guy from your old school."

"You remember when you asked me if I'd ever sucked anybody's dick?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I've been sucking dick with Donny since the middle of summer."

"No shit, man? You horny son-of-a-bitch!"

"No hornier than you."

"I'm not suckin anybody else's dick. Don't know anybody else that sucks
dick, except my brother, and we don't do it anymore. I wouldn't mind eating
some pussy though -- if Jessie would just let me."

"You wanna meet Donny?"

"You think he'll do it with both of us?"

"Yep. He's good too."

"Then hell, yeah, I wanna meet him. Is he around?"

"One way to find out."

I've already asked Donny if he wants me to bring Mike by sometime, so it's
not a complete surprise when I show up at his house with a giant,
burrheaded boy. It's funny to see them together; Mike is three inches
taller than I am, with arms and legs like a scarecrow, and Donny's at least
three inches shorter, compact and dense. Mike's features are rough, more
sexy than handsome; Donny's too pretty to be a statue.

Donny says his mom's home; we should go up to his room. She might be gone
later if we want to drink. I can see he's edgy, so I tell him I've got
scotch in the car; I'll go get it. By the time I get back upstairs, Mike is
sprawled on the floor like he lives here, and Donny looks like a spring
that's been wound too tight.

"You got Cokes," I ask Donny.

"Yeah...downstairs. Put on some music; I'll be right back."

"Some spread," Mike says when Donny leaves, his eyebrows shooting up.

"They live all right."

"Give me a shot of that scotch. You really think he'll do it with us?"

"He was really interested when I told him I've been doing it with you. He
asked all kinds of questions about you."

When Donny comes back with the Cokes, Mike grins at him like he might eat
him whole. Donny looks sheepish, so I drain half a Coke, fill it back up
with scotch, hand it to him, and pass the booze onto Mike, who takes a huge
swig out of the bottle, then takes another one before he passes it back to
me. Within five minutes Mike's acting drunker than I've ever seen him. I
can't tell whether it's put on or not, but he's loud as hell and dancing
around like a fool. When he goes to piss, I ask Donny if we need to worry
about the noise.

"Mom can't hear what's going on in this part of the house. Even if she
does, she won't come up. Mike's sexy, like you said he was, but he's kinda
crazy. What's up with him?"

"He's just drunk. He's screwing up his courage cause wants all three of us
to do it."

"I figured. That's what you want too?"

"Sure! Don't you?"

"If it's what you want, I'll do it."

Before I can ask what that means, Mike comes out of the bathroom with his
shirt over his shoulder, his shorts unzipped, and his dick hanging out of
his fly. Okay, I'm officially shocked. It's hard to believe he's this drunk
this fast.

"Let's party," he booms. He walks up behind me, puts his arms around my
waist, and reaches down into my pants with both hands. Automatically, I
turn my head toward him, and he plants a wet, whiskey-flavored kiss half on
my mouth, half on my face. When I can, I reach for Donny, who looks a
little stricken, and pull him to us. Mike immediately kisses him too, full
on the mouth. For a second, I'm not sure how this is going to turn out, but
Donny's kissing him back, giving as good as he's getting. I'll be
damned. Let's party!

I can feel Mike's dick poking me in the ass, which is not something I
particularly want, so I take his hands out of my pants, move closer to
Donny, and put my hand down the from of his gym shorts. As soon as I do, he
breaks from Mike, looks at me like he's going to burn a hole through me
with those big peepers, and aims for my lips. His mouth is smaller than
Mike's, his tongue not so aggressive (or maybe I'm just more used to the
idea), but he sucks all the air out of our mouths so they feel glued
together. It's hot. How does he know this stuff? Why have I never thought
about kissing him before?

Clothes fly everywhere. We end up on the floor with me sucking Mike's dick,
Mike sucking Donny, and Donny sucking me. I still don't know how to get a
blow job and give one at the same time; it's just too much going on, so I
don't feel that much, but I love looking at our tangle of bodies. I love
seeing Mike with Donny's dick in his mouth.

Donny, as usual, knows what he wants, and what he wants is for me to fuck
him. (Okay I admit I hoped it would turn out like this; I want to fuck
Donny while Mike's watching.) So Donny breaks the circle and disappears
into his bathroom. I keep sucking Mike until Donny gets back with my old
favorite, Coppertone, and lies on his back next to us. It takes me a second
to figure out how to manage this puzzle, then I tell Mike to get up and
stand over Donny, facing me so I can do him while I'm fucking that
bubble-butt.

Mike says, "I wanna watch first." He pays a lot of attention while I grease
Donny's ass, stick the head of my dick into him, wait for him to stop
clenching his jaw, then start easing in a little at a time until Donny lets
out a huge sigh.

I'm thinking, "Donny, what happens to make you so beautiful when you're
getting fucked?" But Mike's dick moves in front of my face, so I do my job,
sucking wet and hard on it while I'm trying to keep up a rhythm Donny. This
is crazier than anything I've ever imagined. I can't see Donny's face, but
I can tell from his arms his hands are on Mike's ass, and I wonder for a
second if he's looking at Mike's asshole. Mike grabs the back of my head
and starts pumping into my face, nearly gagging me. I'm betting he's gonna
cum any minute, and now I feel Donny's fingernails digging into my skin,
which means he's cumming too. The scrape of his nails spins me out of
control; I unload everything I've got into Donny, shaking and trembling,
and yelling, "Oh fuck," way too loud. Mike's hardon is left bouncing all
alone somewhere in the air when I collapse on Donny's chest, lost for a
second in my own world until Donny pulls my face to his. He's never looked
at me this hard.

Before I can find out what's going on, Mike is positioning himself to take
my place. "Donny, I want to fuck you too," he says, "I really want to."

I'm dying to see this; I want to watch Mike's ass muscles and the backs of
his thighs while he's pumping Donny. But Donny shakes his head no. I don't
get it. He's never once told me he didn't want to get fucked.

"Let him fuck you, Donny." "C'mon, you love it."

He says nothing, just shakes his head again. His eyes are starting to
glisten.

"Why not," Mike bellows. He's hard as a post and maybe as big; his foreskin
pulled all the way back. "You let Reed fuck you. Why not me?"

Nothing.

"C'mon, man, it'll feel good." Mike's face is red, and his eyes are tight;
he doesn't look like he's promising a good time. Donny's gone white, almost
like he's sick. I'm afraid he's going to cry.

"Back off, Mike," I say.

"What for, man? You got to cum; why don't I?"

How could he be this drunk? "Mike...Mike...cool down. Go put some cold
water on your face. Go!"

He's never given me a more pissed-off look, but he does what I say.

"Donny, what's the matter?"

He just shakes his head again.

"I'm sorry about Mike; I've never seen him drunk like this before. You
don't have to do anything with him. I'll get him out of here."

Donny looks at me with a determination I've seen in his eyes only once, in
a photo when he's a kid, dressed up as a cowboy, aiming a gun straight at
the camera. He says, "You have no idea, do you?"

"About what's wrong?"

Mike erupts from the bathroom. "C'mon, Reed, let' s get the hell out of
here." He's crazed, digging through everything we've taken off, throwing
stuff all over, looking for his clothes.

I don't know what to do about Donny. I whisper, "I'm sorry. Let me get him
out of here. I'll come back. Okay?"

I don't know what Mike is up to while I'm pulling on my clothes. He's
dressed, but he's rifling through stuff on Donny's bed. I practically drag
him down to the car, leaving Donny on the floor, right where I fucked him,
when I close his bedroom door.

"Faggot, " Mike says when I start the engine. "Fuckin fag!"

"What's with you? Why are you so pissed off?"

"You'd be pissed off too, man, if you didn't just get off. My nuts
hurt. I've got a girlfriend that won't let me fuck her, and you and your
little friend won't let me up his pansy ass either."

"I don't get it, Burrhead. I've never seen you like this."

"You don't have to get it. You're gettin it regular."

It dawns on me. "Hey, man. Donny's just somebody to fuck. It's not like
he's my best friend."

Mike's quiet for a minute while I'm wondering how the hell I got myself
into this. Then he fishes into the pocket of his cut-offs and pulls out a
handful of bills.

"Lookee!," he grins.

Oh no. "Where'd you get that?"

"Babyface's pants."

"You stole Donny's money!"

"Wouldn't give me his ass. I wanted something to remember him by."

"Shit man! You are so fucking bad!" I don't like this at all, but I don't
let on; it's not the time face off with Mike about anything. Besides, we're
about two blocks from my house, and I want to make him cum as much as he
wanted to cum back at Donnie's. I know he just acted like a jerk, but I'm
drowning in his sexiness. I think he'll let me do him, but I won't get to
first base if he's still mad. I shoot him the last of the scotch.

"Finish it. You get to buy the next bottle."

.....

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