Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2009 19:40:48 -0400
From: kyle <datsmyemail2@gmail.com>
Subject: Kyle's Plans- part 8

Previously
      I pulled into my garage and ran inside and threw my backpack on the
couch.  I slumped down after grabbing myself a glass of water and texted
Frankie, "You wont believe what just happened to me..."

	Moments later I received a text back that read, "Hahaha, you mean
other then you being stripped naked by me and rich?"  I asked him if he was
free to come over my house for a bit before my mom got home from work.  He
immediately responded that he would be at my house in five minutes.  I
walked into the kitchen to grab myself a snack, which consisted of Oreo's
and milk, an awesome combination, and headed back to the couch to cool my
jets as I waited for Frankie to get here.  I let my mind replay the events
that just went down a few minutes ago.  What the fuck happened?  Clint
definitely saw me leaving, so he knew I had a run in with his stupid friend
in the locker room.  I'm fucked!  I tried to convince myself that it was
okay and they would forget about it, but it was impossible.  I broke the
kids nose!  Or maybe even worse.  I didn't go back to look, I just bolted
out of there.  Even if the kid doesn't turn me in I am surely on the camera
that the school placed all over the building.  I don't know what the fuck
I'm going to do!
	Just then the doorbell rang.  Actually, that's a lie; my doorbell
is broken, so Frankie knocked on the door rather loudly and obnoxiously.  I
pushed myself to my feet and walked the few paces to open the door to my
little Frankie.  He was grinning from ear to ear as I opened the door, but
the smile quickly diminished when he saw that I was in no mood to be share
his laughter.  "What's wrong?" Frankie asked as he walked further into the
hallway and I closed the door behind him.  I ushered him to the couch while
I grabbed a glass of water for him before joining him on the comfy sofa.
	"Well," I started, "after you guys took away my clothes and left me
naked in the woods with a still throbbing dick..."  Frankie giggled at that
as the tried to keep from disrupting my story.  "As I was saying," I began
again, "I had to try to get back into the school without being seen by
anyone.  You know how hard that was?"  Frankie just looked at me, with a
smile still on his face.  "But guess who I ran into in the locker room when
I finally got in the school?"  He just tilted his head as if in thought.  I
couldn't tell if he was mocking me or if he was actually thinking.
"Apparently Clint's best friend!"  I don't think Frankie understood.
"Clint fucking hates me!  Didn't you hear about what I said in regards to
his mom?  His dad wants to kick my ass, too!  Well the kid in the locker
room was trying to fuck me, or something like that, I don't know exactly
what he was doing..." At this Frankie perked up and paid more attention
with a clear look of concern washing over his face.  "Don't worry, he
didn't, I broke his nose."
	"Holy crap!"  Frankie said softly as I continued the story.
	"Yeah, holy crap indeed.  I don't know what to do; Clint saw me
leave the building and his friend will definitely tell him what happened.
I'm so fucked!  I don't think I can go to school tomorrow, or ever for that
matter."
	"You can't do that, you have to go and just face them, they can't
do anything to you on school grounds."
	"And what happens when I see them outside of school, what then?  I
don't know what to do, not to mention that I have the worst case of blue
balls ever!"  Frankie's gaze shifted from my eyes down to my chest and
eventually rested on my crotch.  "Hey," I said as I snapped my fingers to
take him out of his trance, "that's not important right now, we can deal
with that later or something.  I have to think about what I will do about
Clint, he'll be out to get me no doubt!"  Frankie scooted over and laid
down so his head was resting in my lap and he was looking up at me as he
put his feet on the couch and curled his legs up so his knees were bent.
He applied some force with his head as he pushed down into my crotch.  I
responded by thrusting back up at him.
	"You smell..." Frankie said as he scrunched his nose.
	"No shit, I was just at soccer practice.  Wanna join me in the
shower?"  I asked as I looked down at him.  I placed my hand on his belly
and watched as it rose and fell with his breathing.  I gradually moved my
hand lower.  I reached the waistband of his jeans and I slid my hand under
the tight material.  I managed to get half my hand down under his waistband
and I caressed his hairless, probably recently shaved, crotch.
	"Ohh, that feels so good," Frankie said as I continued massaging
him.
	"Well too bad, you gotta go, my mom is going to be here soon and I
gotta start making dinner and take a shower, now get off me," I said,
surprising him.  I let my hand go a little lower until I felt his dick,
confirming my suspicions that he was hard.  "Jesus, does this ever go
soft?"  I asked as I gave a faint squeeze and then retracted my hand and
pushed him off of me so I could get up and get the chicken out of the
fridge that my mom wanted me to cook tonight.  "Come on, you can help me
for a little."
	"Wait, you're serious?  I have to leave soon?  Then why the hell
did I come!"  Frankie said as he got off the couch and joined me in the
kitchen.
	"You better be joking," I replied as I grabbed a large stew pot and
filled it with some water and put it over the stove's front burner.  "You
came here because I needed someone to talk to, plus you are going to suck
my dick as I cook this meal."
	"Really?" He said as he came closer, with a somewhat skeptical look
on his face.
	"Of course not, now get out some carrots and an onion and some more
shit, just grab whatever would taste good in a stew," I answered as I
laughed at him.  "Do you ever think of anything besides sex?  Why don't you
go suck Rich's dick?  Bet he would love that."
	"Nah, I only did that once, I save my lips for you now," he laughed
as he bit his lower lip and gave me a seductive look.  I threw a spoon at
him.
	Just then I heard the garage door open and I knew my mom was home.
"Shit, should I leave?" Frankie asked as a nervous look came across his
cute face.  I shook my head and just continued cutting carrots.  The back
door swung open and my mom came into the mudroom.
	"Hey Mom, how was work?" I asked as innocently as I could muster.
"Frankie is here helping me make dinner, he came over after soccer practice
cuz her was bored."  That was probably more then I needed to say and it may
have sounded less convincing since she hadn't yet asked why Frankie was
here, let alone even see him.
	"Okay, well I'm going up to get changed out of these work clothes,
I'll be down in a minute.  Hi Frankie, how are you?"  She responded as she
started heading up the stairs.
	"Good, thanks," he said before going back to cutting the carrots
and onions.  "Well, look on the bright side; we have Wednesday off for the
teacher's conference!"  Frankie said, trying to cheer me up a little.
That's true; just gotta survive for one more day at school and then I'll be
in the clear, for a little that is.  My mom came down shortly afterwards
and helped me cook the stew.  I asked her how work was and all that boring
crap.  She has a job behind the desk of some big time advertising agency.
She has to work long hours though since my dad died over six years ago and
it is just her supporting three growing kids, or should two grown, one
growing.  Frankie stayed a little while longer but he told me he had to go
home for dinner at his place.  I didn't get to say good-bye to him in the
manner that I would have liked, but that's okay, I'll see him tomorrow.  I
set the table with our porcelain dishware and poured two large glasses of
milk for the two of us.  I drink milk with everything and every meal.  I
have a glass about three or four times a day.  I would say I have strong
bones but I have broken over three of them and have crazy scars to prove
it!  Not to mention that I cracked my head open three times as well.  But
that's neither here nor there.
	Dinner wasn't ready for another hour or so, so in the meantime I
did some of the homework that was due tomorrow.  Like I said before, I only
do the most important homework.  So physics can go fuck itself, I can copy
someone's econ worksheet, and I just have to read more and annotate for
English class.  Luckily the amazing meal that I prepared lightened my
spirits a little.  I wasn't about to tell my mom about me and the crazy kid
at school, that would only lead to questions; specifically about why I was
naked in the first place and why I skipped out on some of soccer practice.
I thought about telling her part of the story, just about me breaking the
kids nose since he was pushing me and grabbing me, but I thought it would
be best if I just handled it myself.  I still hadn't showered since I got
home, and I was pretty smelly, as Frankie pointed out, so I decided to work
out.  Nowadays, I don't do much strength training, just working on my abs
and pecs and some back.  So I do a lot of pull-ups, benching, and a shit
ton of crunches and other abdominal workouts.  I descended into the
basement where all the workout equipment was and took to lifting some
weights.  Music is an essential part of working out so I decided to blast
some Rage Against The Machine to get me pumped up.  I put the subwoofer at
halfway and cranked up the volume.  I knew my mom wouldn't mind since she
likes the band herself and she was going for a run on the treadmill
upstairs.  I stayed in the basement for about a hour, not really focusing
on working out.  I just didn't know how I was going to fix this situation I
was in!  I could try avoiding Clint and all of his friends, but his locker
is just a few away from mine.  I had to take my mind off of all this crap.
	A shower seemed like the best remedy for me and my unsettled mind.
I shucked my clothes in the hallway, knowing my mom would yell at me for
not putting them in the hamper, but I didn't really give a shit.  I
strutted into the bathroom and turned the nozzle to `hot' and waited for
the water to warm up.  "Ah, my freckles are coming in again," I noticed as
I looked in the mirror.  My Irish descent leaves me with relatively light
skin and a freckled nose and cheek.  Luckily I tan in the summer, but until
then, I remain pretty white.  I can always tell the summer is coming when
my freckles come in.  I leaned in close to the mirror to see if I could
detect any facial hair sprouting on my chin.  There were a few bleached
blond hairs that here starting to show, but mostly just peach fuzz.  I
don't think I'll ever get hair.  I reached my hand under the spray of the
shower and determined it was warm enough to proceed.  Stepping over the tub
and closing the shower curtain behind me, I soaked myself in the hot water
that doused my body.  It felt very refreshing, just what I needed.  After
soccer, my legs are usually a little sore, and a good warm shower just
loosens all my muscles up again.  I poured an ample amount of conditioner
into my hand and ran my fingers through my soft short red hair.  I then
grabbed the soap and lathered my entire body up, paying a little extra
attention to my penis.  I really could have blown a load there, but I am
not the biggest fan of jacking it in the shower.  I much prefer waiting
until I am about to go to sleep.  I keep a tissue box next to my bed and
every night I jack off before I doze off.  Actually, jacking off is what
puts me to bed!  I get so sleepy after I shoot my stuff that I just roll
over and pass out, sometimes without cleaning up.
	I stepped out of the shower about twenty minutes later and dried
myself off.  Ah, I smelled great now!  I don't mind the smell of my own
sweat, I mean, I don't think anyone minds the smell of their own sweat, but
I really dislike sweat from other people.  Don't get me wrong; I take a
shower everyday, usually two a day during soccer season.  But I
particularly like the smell of my sac sweat, and my cum, and Frankie's cum.
Maybe I just like the smell of sex, not sure really.  My sac always has a
musky smell to it, even if I just showered.  I reached a hand down to my
balls and rolled them around in my hand for a little before I brought my
fingers up to my nose to take a whiff.  Yep, they still have the smell of
sex and testicles.  I laughed to myself as I put on some deodorant and
wrapped a towel around my waist.  My clothes still were sprawled out on the
hall floor, maybe mom hadn't notice yet.  I threw them in the hamper and
walked into my bedroom and shut the door.  The towel fell to the floor as I
shuffled through my drawers for something to wear.  I grabbed a pair of
pajama bottoms with a green plaid design on them, not wearing anything
underneath and nothing on my chest.  I slipped my feet into some slippers,
maybe that's why they call them that, and set my backpack on my desk while
I rummaged through it for my homework.  I must have been in my room reading
for a little over an hour before I headed downstairs to check out what was
on the television.  Nothing good.  It was close to ten o-clock, my usual
`bed time,' I guess you could call it.  I hate not getting over 8 hours of
sleep, and if I have to wake up at 6 thirty every morning, you can bet your
ass that I am going to bed early.  I walked back upstairs and into the
bathroom to brush my teeth, which were a nice shade of pearly white due to
my years of orthodontic work and visits to the dentists.  With that, I
retired into my room.  My mind was still racing as I fell down on top of my
bedspread and stared up at my ceiling, which had sticker constellations on
them from when my dad and I put them up over twelve years ago.  My hand
gradually found my dick after I turned off the light and closed the door
and slipped under the covers.  I wasn't yet hard, so I just held myself,
thinking about Frankie, as my dick grew in my hand.  I always thought that
was cool, and I would love to hold Frankie's as he gets hard, but he is
always fucking hard I doubt that will ever happen.
	I slowly pumped my dick after I became fully erect, at six inches,
the whole time thinking about Frankie and Rich, sucking me off today in the
woods.  It didn't take long for me to get off since I had been building it
up all day, and after a few more long strokes, I threw the covers off me
and let loose.  I shot four ropes of cum up and on my chest, gathering in
my belly button as well.  "Ohhh fauuckk," I cooed as I milked the last
drops out of my now red dickhead.  The tissues proved useful and after a
few wipes I passed out naked under my sheets, dreaming of what was to come
tomorrow.
	I awoke to my annoying alarm on my cell phone and threw the covers
off me as I pawed my eyes to wipe the sleep from them and adjust to the
light that was filtering in from my windows, which faced east, and
therefore the morning sun.  As I was stretching my mom walked in, luckily
my sheets were covering my lower body, which would have been completely
exposed, to check to see if I was awake.  She left my room after saying
good-morning.  I got up after she left, with prominent morning wood, and
grabbed the towel that I hung on my door handle last night and wrapped it
around me as I headed towards the bathroom.  The morning routine was much
like all the others; shower, breakfast, brush my teeth, get dressed, grab
my books, and leave.  I got to school around five after seven and walked
down the semi crowded halls to my locker.  "Fuck," I said to myself as I
turned the corner and saw Clint at his locker, immediately he stopped
putting his books in his bag and looked right at me.  A grin appeared on
his face as he went back to his books and his focus changed to his locker.
But he tried to keep eye contact with me most of the time.  I walked the
few steps to my locker and fumbled with the lock to make the right
combination.  I pulled the lock open and threw my afternoon books in the
locker.  Clint's locker was only five away from mine, which meant he was
only about five feet to my right, and he was watching my every move.  I
could feel his eyes on the back of my head as I continued putting my books
away.
	"Kyle," Clint said, sternly.  I stood up and turned to face him as
I closed my locker and flung my bag on my right shoulder.
	"What's up," I said, trying my best to not let on to anything that
happened yesterday after school.  He smiled at me.  I fucking hate this
kid.
	"Why did you run yesterday, after you saw me in the hallway?" He
asked me, the smile never leaving his face.
	"Cuz I can't stand looking at your hideous face, Clint," I answered
him as a smile of my own appeared on my face.  His smile disappeared with
that comment.
	"You broke my buddy's nose, you know that?"
	"Well, I wasn't sure, I thought I felt it crack on my head, but I
didn't look, I just left," I said shrugging my shoulders.
	"You must be pretty dumb," he said as he took a step closer to me.
He was a big kid.  He played football and lacrosse and his dad was a
retired weight trainer who now works as a gym teacher.  He could have
broken me in half if he wanted.  "You know I don't let anyone fuck up my
friends and get away with it."
	I didn't know what to say, I just kind of shrugged my shoulders and
raised my eyebrows.  He didn't like that response, at all.  He shook his
head and shoved me into the locker, but stopped, knowing he couldn't do
anything in school without risking getting in trouble.  "I'll see you soon,
Kyle," he said as he walked down the hallway.  He turned back halfway down,
"don't try to avoid me, it's no use."  And that was probably true; I would
have to face him sooner or later.  Just then the first bell rang and I
walked down the hallway towards my first period class and the start of what
I could only assume was a crappy day.
	I got to my class with plenty of time, which is not usual.  On most
days I find any way I can to stall going to class and starting the day, but
today I just headed to class and waited for the lesson to begin.  Tina came
bounding in a few minutes later and rushed over to my seat and sat next to
me.  "So tell me why half the football team wants to kick your ass?"  My
eyes opened wide at that comment and my stomach dropped.  I felt nauseous.
	"I don't know," I lied.  "Where did you hear that?"
	"Wilson told me that you apparently broke some kids nose on the
football team, a sophomore starter, and now Clint wants to break your
nose!"  She sounded a little concerned, but I couldn't tell.  Tina is a
great friend, but things don't faze her when it comes to my physical being.
She just lives for the moment and takes most things as jokes and sees them
as unimportant.  This, I felt, was not something unimportant.
	"Fuck, this sucks!" I said softly, trying to not gain any unwanted
attention.  I didn't want people to know why I was fighting with this kid,
because then he would surely say I was naked outside of school!  I don't
want anyone finding out about Frankie and I!  "Yeah, that true, I did break
his nose, but he was pushing me and shoving me, I was only defending
myself!"  Tina didn't seem to care about my side of the story, or the story
in general.
	"Well, Wilson said you should watch your back," she told me.
Great, fucking great.  Now its not just Clint, it's the whole fucking
football team!  I slumped down in my chair as the teacher came in and took
attendance and began the lesson.  I couldn't tell you a word that she said,
I was too busy thinking of ways to get out of this.
	The next time I saw Clint was at lunch.  I slowly entered the
cafeteria and took my seat with the rest of my friends swarming around me,
questioning why Clint wanted to fight me.  Clint came up to the table and
pushed his way towards me.  "Back off, Clint," Chris said, in an attempt to
protect me.  I knew nothing would happen so I walked over to him and we
stepped out into the hallway to talk.  He seemed a little confused by this,
I guess he thought I would be acting a little more hostile instead of so
diplomatic.
	"Look Clint, why is it that you want to kick my ass so badly?" I
asked, hoping I could get some of the story that his sophomore friend told
him.
	"Cuz you broke Brian's nose," he said as if I was asking a stupid
question.
	"He started the fight, I just ended it," I said, trying to get a
little more info out of him.
	"That's not what he said.  Brian told me he was in the locker room
when you came in.  I got a text from him that you were there and I was
going to come over to ruff you up a bit myself, but I guess I got there a
little late," Clint explained.  So clearly this Brian kid doesn't want
Clint to know that he was trying to stick his dick in my ass as he felt me
up.  So he probably didn't tell him that I was naked either... Hmm, I could
go with this.
	"You're right Clint, I just came in and I broke his nose.  I was
hoping he could send a nice message to you that I am not scared of you," I
said.  I immediately regretted saying that.
	"Oh, is that so," Clint said, "Well when would you like to settle
this?"  He asked, clearly taking joy in the fact that he will get a chance
to fight me.
	"I don't, I was wrong to think I could take you, Clint, I don't
want to fight you," I said, trying to get out of the inevitable.
	"Too late now, short stuff, I'll see you soon," he said as he
walked by me, purposefully shoving into my shoulder to knock into me.  I
let out a long breath as I headed back into the cafeteria to my friends at
the table.  My friends swarmed around me to ask what happened, but I just
told them to drop it.  I saw Frankie at his table of friends.  Rich made
eye contact with me and smiled.  Clearly he did not know that I was about
to get the shit kicked out of me from Clint, apparently Frankie didn't tell
him.  I looked over at Frankie and he looked a little concerned, but I just
dismissed him and went on to eating my food.  I didn't want Frankie to know
what was going to happen, so I felt it was best to just keep it to myself,
and who knows, maybe this will all turn out to be all right.
	The day continued in a similar manner as the first half.  Plenty of
people came up to ask me if the stories were true, and I did my best to
ignore them and make up something that wasn't completely false but at the
same time didn't reveal any information on Frankie and I.  I can't wait
till this day ends!  The end of school only led to the beginning of soccer
practice, which only reminded me of yesterday.  It's all I could think of!
Finally practice ended and I rushed to my car after changing in the locker
room and sped home.  When I got there Frankie was waiting on my front
steps.
	"Bout time you got home!" Frankie hollered to me as I parked my car
in the garage and got out to join him at my front door.  "You're dirty," he
said, admiring the grass stains on my white soccer shorts.
	"Oh really, I didn't notice," I laughed.  I led him inside and
grabbed a glass of water for myself as he sat down on the sofa.  "So how
long you been waiting?"
	"Not too, bout ten minutes or so," he replied, adjusting his
position so he was lying on the couch now.
	"Alright, well I am going to take a shower now, I'll be back in a
little while," I told him.  Before I headed upstairs I went over to the
phone to see if there were any messages.  My phone had two missed calls and
there were three new messages on the recorder.  I pushed the button to play
all; "First unheard message: This is Verizon with a special offer..!" I
pressed `skip,' and listened to the next message.  The next one was from my
mom; "Hey Kyle, I'll be eating dinner with Jonathan tonight, so order a
pizza, I know you don't have school tomorrow but don't stay up and out too
late.  Love you."  Frankie smiled when he heard that comment.  "I'll be
back," I said as I rushed upstairs to start my shower.
	I tried my best to make my shower quick, but whenever I am under
that warm spray I can't help but prolong the process and stay in there for
as long as possible.  I took about a ten-minute shower and just grabbed a
towel as I headed downstairs to join Frankie.  He turned on the television
when I was up there and he was watching some stupid sitcom on Fox or
something.  "So you wanna grab dinner with me Frankie?" I asked as I
plopped down on the couch next to him.
	"There are many of thing I want to grab," he said as he put a hand
in between the folded towel that was tucked into itself at my waist.  He
maneuvered his hand so it found my damp thigh and began gently rubbing the
inside of my leg.
	"Hang on buddy," I said as I stood up with a clear tent underneath
the towel, "do you mind if I smoke a quick bowl, I just need to relax my
thoughts." He didn't mind.  I went into the kitchen to grab my weed and my
piece and I sparked up right there at the dinner table.  I was watching
Frankie the whole time.  He was casually playing with himself as he watched
me blow smoke rings with my weed.  There was no way my boner was going
down.  "Oh man, weed just gets me so horny," I said for no particular
reason.  "Last night, I passed out right after I jacked off.  Do you get
sleepy after you blow a load?"
	"Yeah, I do," Frankie said, laughing at my high retarded state.
	"Weed also gets me really sleepy," I continued.  Frankie motioned
for me to come closer and I smiled at him.  I got up to put my weed and
bowl away and when I looked back Frankie wasn't there, but the basement
door was opened wide and the light was on.  I followed him down the steps
and walked into the middle of the basement but I didn't see Frankie
anywhere.  Then I felt a hand come reaching from behind me and hold my
crotch while another hand was place firmly on my chest.  I could feel
Frankie's hard dick poking my ass as he pressed his body firmly against
mine.  He rested his chin on my shoulder and kissed my neck softly as his
fingers gradually separated the towel that was hiding my dick.  He pushed
me forward and I stumbled onto the couch that housed all the dried cum from
Daniel and I.  I laid on my back and stretched my feet out as Frankie
walked slowly toward me.  He pulled his shirt up and over his head and
threw it to the floor as he kicked off his shoes.  My hands were folded
behind my head as I watched the little performance he was making.  Standing
directly in front of me, he grabbed my hands and placed them on his pants,
specifically his button and zipper.  I knew what he wanted, and I would
oblige.  I slowly pulled down his zipper and separated the material as I
snuck a few fingers in to feel around for what I knew was lurking in there.
His balls were drawn up tight and his dick was running down his right pant
leg.  He threw his head back as I gave a soft squeeze.  He unbuttoned his
pants himself and let them drop to the floor.  I immediately put both hands
behind his ass and pulled him up and on to me.  His boner was pointing out
perfectly straight and tenting his boxers like crazy.  He straddled my
crotch and bounced around a little on top of my towel-clad cock.  Lifting
himself up slightly, he reached a hand under him and unfolded the towel so
I laid completely exposed to him.  He sat back down, after throwing the
towel off me, on my naked crotch.  My dick flipped up against my stomach
and he put one butt cheek on either side of my dick.  He worked his hips so
his ass was jacking me off again, just like last time, and he leaned in to
give me a soft kiss.  I opened my mouth slightly to let his tongue enter
and explore my open cavity.  I put my hands on his boxer-clad ass and gave
a slight squeeze.  He moaned as he continued thrusting his tongue deeper
into my mouth, fighting with my own tongue.  He pulled off of me slightly
and looked deep into my eyes before coming right back in.  I pulled his ass
cheeks up and off me and let them fall back on top of my dick.  He got the
point and started humping my dick again, thrusting hard with his hips as my
dick went in to sensory overload.  The weed was really getting to me and I
could feel my orgasm building.  I think Frankie knew, and he hopped off of
my naked body and stood in front of me.  I pulled his boxers down and he
let them fall to his ankles as he stepped out of them slowly.
	"Oh my god you're wonderful," I said more to myself then him.  He
smiled at me and got down in between my legs and slowly ran his tongue the
length of my dick, which was still resting against my stomach and dripping
pre cum onto my belly.
	"Thanks, you too," he said as he lowered himself even more so that
his mouth was now directly over my ball sac.  He put my right testicle into
his mouth and applied pressure with his gums.  My eyes rolled back into my
head.  He spit out my right nut and went on to my left nut, doing the same
thing.  Lowering himself even more, Frankie flicked his tongue over my
taint, eliciting multiple moans from me.
	"Ahhh, yess," I grunted as I gripped my leaking dick and gave a few
strokes before Frankie stopped me.
	"Hey, that's my job," he said as he focused his attention on my
dick head.  He engulfed the whole head in his mouth and slowly went down on
me, taking more and more into his mouth.  I watched as the inches
disappeared in his throat.  Soon his nose was touching my few very short
pubic hairs and his chin was resting on my sac.  I put my hand on top of
his head and kept him down there for a while.  He pulled off me slowly,
exposing the inches one at a time, before stopping at my dick head and
flicking his tongue swiftly across my piss slit.
	"Oh Jesus Frankie!" I moan in one short breath.  He took his mouth
off of my dick, which was now soaked with his saliva, and smiled up at me.
I could see some of my pre cum on his tongue and a little on his cheek.  He
gripped my dick firmly with his right hand and bent it towards him.
Frankie brought his face closer to it and just licked all over my cock head
as if it were an ice cream cone.  The weed was making all of these feelings
in my dick so much more intense and I couldn't take it any more!
	"Oh shit Frankie, get ready!" I panted as he flicked his tongue
once more over my cock head.  I shot three thick ropes of cum directly up
and at his face and dribbled more over his hand that was still pumping my
dick.  I guess I didn't give him enough warning.
	My orgasm took complete control over me and my eyes shut as I threw
my head back and relaxed, taking in all the wonderful feeling that my now
very sensitive yet still hard dick just experienced.  I was on cloud nine,
going a million miles a minute.  The weed only enhanced the amazing trip I
was going on in my head.  I must have passed out, or just dozed off.  I
don't know how long but it was okay with me.  I was just so comfortable on
my couch, lying naked and damp in my own cum.  What the hell is that noise?
My eyes were still shut but I was no longer sleeping really.  I heard a
rather load buzzing noise right by my ear and my eyes opened suddenly and I
stood up.  I looked over to my left and Frankie was kneeling next to the
couch, now clad in only his boxers, and still with a clear tent in the
front.  Then I looked at what was in his hand; an electric razor.
	"What did you do?" I asked, my eyes growing wide.  That shit eating
grin appeared on his face as I looked down at the couch and saw random
tufts of red hair on the pillow.  "You didn't..." I said as I ran my hand
through my hair.  I rushed over to the mirror that was in the basement and
my mouth dropped open.
	"What's the matter, Patchy?" he said to me.  My hair had random
bald spots littered all over my head.  One was directly over my right ear
another was right in the center, then a big one right by my forehead.  In
all, there must have been six chunks taken out of my head of hair.  I
turned back to Frankie and he burst out laughing when he saw my dropped jaw
and bugged eyes.
	"You realize I am going to kill you for this, right?" I said as I
sprang on him and pinned him under my body.  He was laughing the whole time
and sneaking in gropes at my package, which was beginning to harden again.
"Ouch, fuck, stop you little shit!" I said as he grabbed at my nuts and
squeezed rather roughly.  I managed to sit on top of his chest, my back
facing his head, and straddled his torso.  I quickly grabbed hold of the
sides of his boxers and pulled them.  I was trying to pull them off of him,
but instead just ripped them down the seam and left him with a tattered
pair of green and blue boxers clinging slightly to his thin waist.  His
dick was now on full display for me and I grabbed at his short pubes and
pulled softly.  "I'm going to do the same thing to you, only not on your
head!" I taunted as I pulled harder at his pubes.
	He was laughing uncontrollably now.  "What, you don't like the new
look I gave you?" he cried as he wiggled from side to side to try and
escape my probing hands.  "How bout the nickname, eh Patchy, Patch Patchy
Patchy!" he continued.
	"Watch it Frankie, I'll rip this thing off!" I teased as I grabbed
his hard and leaking dick and gave a rough squeeze.
	"AH! Okay, fuck!" he screamed as I continued tugging on his hard
dick.  It continued leaking the whole time so I knew he wasn't completely
displeased with the attention I was giving him.  I didn't stop though;
instead I went for his nuts.  To get to them I finished the job I had
already started.  I completely ripped his boxers and they fell in two parts
on either side of him.  His eyes bulged out of his head at that.  Now he
lay completely naked in front of me and I took full advantage of it.  He
pretty much just gave in to what I was doing.  He would occasionally reach
for my nuts but that was about it.  He did run his hand through my newly
patchy hair though.
	I gripped his sac hard and pulled his nuts away from his body,
eliciting a long grunt from my little Frankie.  "AHH, shit!" he cried.
Since my hands were already down there I decided to apply some pressure to
his tight hole.  I gathered some of his pre cum on my fingertips and spit
on his ass whole a few times before I applied more force.  "Mmmph," he
grunted as I forced my index finger inside him and wiggled it around.  His
hands fell down to his sides and he closed his eyes tight.  He no longer
struggled to get away and I knew I had him.  I eased my finger in slowly,
after receiving much resistance from his tight cavity.  But once inside, he
loosened up and pushed out, letting me force more inside.  I managed to get
my other finger in as well.  Now with my index and middle finger up him to
the first knuckle, he was squirming like crazy.  Frankie's hands found his
own dick and he started pumping furiously.  His breathing was ragged and
labored.
	"I don't think this is much of a punishment..." I said to my
moaning Frankie.
	"You can punish me later, just don't stop, pleassse Kyle..." he
trailed of as I thrust further into his ass with my fingers.  I bent down
so my face was resting on his hip and I ran my tongue over the base of his
cock, lapping up the pre cum that had gathered there.  "Ahh, god!" Frankie
cooed.  I pushed in further, going in all the way till my second knuckle
this time.  I pulled out slightly before ramming them right back in to his
tight ass.  I really could have used some lube, but he didn't seem to mind
too much.  I ran my tongue the length of his dick this time and flicked it
over his piss slit in rhythm with my pumping fingers that kept going in and
out of his tight ass.  His knees drew up and bent as his hands dropped to
his sides and his teeth clenched.  Just as I closed my mouth around his
dick head he spewed his load down my throat, catching me off guard.  In my
state of shock I thrust my fingers in him a little further then I should
and that only added to his crazy orgasm.  He shot three more wads down my
throat as he thrust his hips up into my face and his hands forced my head
down further onto his pulsing five and a half inch dick.  "Holy fucking
Shit!" Frankie gasped when he finally opened his eyes and let go of my
patchy head that was still halfway down on his pulsing boy dick.  I
withdrew my fingers from his ass and walked into the washroom where we had
a random sink for some god knows reason.  I washed my hands and rejoined
him in the main room.  He lay splayed out on the floor, chest raising and
falling at an incredible pace.  He tilted his head so he was facing me.  A
smiled ran from ear to ear as he played with his softening dick and got to
his feet.  His tattered boxers remained on the floor where he lay.
	"The vacuum is upstairs, I think you'll need it to clean up my hair
clippings," I said as I slapped him on his bare ass and planted a kiss on
his lips.  He licked my cheek; apparently some of his cum was still on my
face and he was lapping it up, almost grooming me, in a sexual sort of way.
God weed makes me way too horny.
	"Ugh, can we say that's my punishment?" he smiled as he walked his
naked ass up the steps to the kitchen.
	"Hmm, lemme think, FUCK NO!" I laughed.  "Its in the upstairs hall
closet, Frankie," I called up to him.  What a great day, I thought to
myself as I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my waist and picked up
all of Frankie's clothes that he left on the floor.  I passed Frankie on my
way up the steps and I cradled his low hanging balls as I walked by him for
a second.  He almost fell of the stairs; guess he wasn't expecting it.  I
went up stairs to get changed and wipe the remaining cum off of my naked
body.  I just fucking showered and I'm already dirty again!  I heard the
vacuum crank on, which told me Frankie was indeed cleaning up, or so I
hoped.  This little sexcapade almost took my mind entirely off of Clint and
the unfortunate events that I am sure would take place.  I glanced at my
phone, which was resting on my nightstand, and I had two missed calls.
They were both from unknown numbers.  I listened to the voicemail and my
stomach dropped.  "Hey Kyle, its me, I'll be paying you a visit very soon,
hope that's okay with you..." I knew it was Clint: he didn't even have to
say his name.  Just his voice gave it away.  Goddamn it!  Now what the fuck
do I do?  I quickly got dressed in a bathing suit, which gave me the
opportunity to not wear any boxers, and a white undershirt with an old
white soccer jersey on top and a hat to cover my recent haircut.  I rushed
downstairs and found Frankie pulling his jeans on over his naked body.
	"Ugh, this isn't comfortable, do you have a pair of boxers I could
borrow?" he asked as he walked upstairs to my room.  I followed him and he
rummaged through my top drawer.  "Hey, these are mine!" he said as he found
the pair that I kept from when he came in his pants on my lawn just a few
days ago.
	"Those are mine!" I said as I threw him a smaller pair that I still
had, "you can use these."  He obliged and pulled them up over his cock and
his jeans followed suit.  "Lets go down stairs and grab some grub," I told
him as I walked out of my room and toward the stairs.  On my way down the
stairs I saw someone walking down my front yard from the window in the
door.  It was one of Clint's buddies.  "Shit," I muttered to myself.
	A few seconds later I heard a loud knock on the door.  Took them
long enough to realize the doorbell doesn't work...  Frankie was eating
some Oreos after he pulled his shirt back over his head and I was sitting
at the table with him, making small chat, waiting for Clint to enter.
	I got up to answer the door and I saw Clint and two of his big
buddies, one was the fuck from yesterday that I roughed up.  "Can I help
you?" I said as bluntly as I could muster.
	"Took you long enough," Clint said as he pushed forward.  I put my
hand out and halted his advance, keeping him outside.
	"Don't step a foot inside my house, I'll meet you outside in a
second, I just want to grab some shoes," I said as I walked over to the
closed and grabbed my Pumas.
	"Whose here," Frankie called as he walked over to me at the door
and saw Clint and his buddies waiting.  "Oh... Crap..." he said.  I walked
by him and outside and closed the door, keeping him inside.
	"What do you want Clint, I told you I don't want any trouble, so
fuck off," I told him when I reached the center of my lawn and each one of
them stood on a different side of me, circling me.  I made eye contact with
the kid with the broken nose, "Nice nose," I laughed.  Apparently that
wasn't the right thing to say... The giant man-child walked up to me and
punched me squarely in the guy, causing me to come crumbling to the ground
gasping for air.
	"Oh ho, fuck," I stammered as I got to my feet.  Frankie came
walking slowly out of my house with a concerned look on his face, along
with a look of anger.  It didn't look like he enjoyed seeing me get
punched; that's nice to know.
	"Who the fuck is this?" Clint said as he saw Frankie walk into the
front yard and clench his fists.
	"Leave him alone, Clint," I said after regaining my breath.
	"That didn't answer my question; I said who is he?"
	"Clearly, he's my friend," I answered, "I thought even you could
figure that out."  Just cuz I was probably going to get my ass kicked
didn't mean I should lose my sarcasm and humor.  Clint walked a few paces
over to Frankie.  Standing next to him, he looked like he was a foot taller
then little Frankie.  He grabbed him by his shirt collar and hoisted him
into the air.  "Let go of him you fucking shit head!!" I yelled as I came
rushing over to Frankie and attempted to get Clint off of him.  The other
two came to Clint's aid and held me down, preventing me from getting close
to him.  A smile appeared on Clint's face as he held my Frankie up in the
air.  Frankie looked panicked and I couldn't do anything.  Or could I?  I
knew there was one way to get Clint's attention; "Hey Clint, how's that fat
mother of yours?  She still taking that tiny dick your gym teacher of a dad
has up her saggy pussy?  Must be pretty small after he juiced himself up to
become a huge moronic fuck that is today..."  Clint dropped Frankie right
then and turned around to face me.  Frankie fell on his ass and watched as
Clint walked towards me.
	"What school did your dad go to to become a gym teacher?  Or did he
not?  I don't think many positions like that require any diploma other then
a high school one.  Could you ask him for me?"  Now I was just digging my
own grave.  Clint's hands balled up into fists as he got ever closer to me.
His friends stood me up straight and held my hands back.  "Oh and one more
thing..."
	"No, you're done talking," I heard him say before I saw a large
object, which I can only assume was his fist, soaring at my face before the
rest of the world went black.  I heard some screams, probably from Frankie,
and then I heard a car engine, maybe Clint drove away.  Not sure,
everything seems a blur; thank god this grass is soft.