Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 15:52:20 -0500
From: Dimi and Joey <dimiandjoey@mail.com>
Subject: Now I Know I Anm Not Alone, part 4

This is the last part.  As I said earlier, details for these stories were
taken from a journal that I kept as everything unfolded between Memorial
Day 2000 and July 2002.  Although time, places, and events have been
compressed, the entire story is true, although names etc. have been changed
for obvious reasons.  If you have any questions or comments about any of
the stories or would just like to talk, email me at dimiandjoey@mail.com.
While I am in Greece, I will be checking my email regularly.  I hope to
write an epilogue when Joey and I return in September.


Part IV

Now I Know I am Not Alone

"Dark Descent"

I had gotten up early because I knew that the airport would be crowded.  It
is always that way at Tampa International.  I took Costas' Blazer to pick
up Joey, and I should have been real excited but part of me was nervous and
scared. At first, I wandered around the concourse for a while to kill time
but eventually decided to go airside.  As I sat at the airside gate, I
glanced at the arrival board.  Yes, Flight 813 from Athens was on
time. While I sat there, something caught my eye on an empty seat over in
the corner.  I walked over and picked it up.  It was a book, "Dark Descent:
the Evolution of Horror" edited by David G. Hartwell.  There was a card
inside saying anyone could take it but the person who left it asked that
whoever took it eventually pass it on to someone else to read.  I had
always enjoyed reading stuff by Stehpen King so I decided to keep the book
and read it.

As I thumbed through it, I kept thinking about what would I say to Joey.
What would he say to me?  Would it still be the same between us?  I started
to look through the book's table of contents, but stopped and stared out
the glass wall in front of my chair, I started thinking about all the
things that had happened in the eight months Joey had been away.  I was
delighted that he was coming home earlier than his parents so he could
begin school here.  They would be back the second week in September.  Until
then, Joey would be staying at my house, sleeping in my bedroom.  Mama had
put a folding bed in my room for him. I had so much to tell him.  Of
course, I was driving now, but that goes without saying.  I would be in
line for a full scholarship to USF when I graduate at the end of next year.
I had not gotten any taller or put on any weight, but I had started
drinking a little, but all teens do that.  I still did not have to shave,
and I had only a very little bit of blonde hair on my calves.  Other than
that I was still smooth all over.

"I wonder what Joey is going to look like?" I mused as my mind wandered.

Papa had sold the Eleuthera and bought a bigger boat for his business.  I
knew every inch of her by heart after crewing for the entire summer.  Even
Theo worked too.  That way papa did not have to pay two additional
crewmembers, and that was good.  Poor Theo was heartbroken over Eamon.  He
had broken up with him because Eamon wanted more and more kinky and painful
things.  Theo called it quits when when Theo was sucking him when he cumed,
Eamon pushed his jaw closed so tight that Theo actually broke the skin on
his dick and drew blood.  That really scared him. But Theo met another kid
his age, Anesti, down on the docks and they have become real friendly.
Although he has not said anything, I think they are doing it because he
sleeps over often, sometimes three nights a week. Theo has his own secret
door in his closet that lets him get to the stuff in the attic and my tube
of KY there is almost empty. When I do the wash, Theo's sheet has lot of
yellow stains on it - more stains than one kid could make!

 Let's see, I had left so much out of my letters to Joey.  What else?
Costas finally got Aldo into the States; now the two of them are in Greece
for a year because he took a job teaching at a school in Crete.  He had
given me the key and alarm code to his house in Venice and told me that I
could use his touring kayaks and that I should keep both his Blazer and
kayaks at my house and use them whenever I wanted.  Costas had gotten me
interested in kayaking to get my mind off of Joey.  He also knew that when
Joey returned, the kayaks and numerous campgrounds in the keys would give
us the chance to be alone together.  If all else failed, I could always
take Joey to Costas' house because nonbody knew I had the key, but that
would be a very long drive. My mind always rambles when I get excited, but
I eventually settled down and began to read.

I paused in my reading of Stephen King's "The Monkey," looked up from the
book, and the 747 was just pulling up to the gate.  I jumped from my seat
in excitement and ran to the roped area to wait.  I never realized how many
people a 747 could hold, they just kept coming and coming.  Then I saw
someone who looked vaguely familiar.  Shit, had Joey changed! He was darkly
tanned and was over six feet tall and skinny, weighing about one hundred
and forty pounds.  What really threw me was his hair and the way he was
dressed.  His hair was bleached surfer blonde, a little long with a tiny
ponytail at the base.  He had on a shell necklace around his neck,
earphones, and matrix-style sunglasses.  He was wearing a very loose,
coarse-knit pullover with a hood like the hippies used to wear, and real
large, bright yellow shorts, and thong sandals.  His once smooth legs now
had a light cover of brown hair.  He also had a knit pouch around his
neck. I found out later he carried his passport in it.  Shit, had he
changed!

"Hey, Dimi dude, wazzup?" He said in a melodic way as he shook his head in
time with his words and pointed at me with his pinky.

I guess anyone would have noticed the shock on my face.  I wasn't expecting
such a dramatic change.  I was expecting a thin, milk-white skinned,
dark-haired Joey, maybe a little older.  After all, eight months is not
that much time to be away.  I moved toward him with my arms out to hug him,
but he just responded by reaching out for a handshake.  Instantly I
thought, "It's over.  We'll never make love again.  He has found someone
else.  He has turned straight!"  These thoughts drove through my head like
a rife shots.

The ride home was just as disturbing.  All Joey talked about was his
friends on the soccer team at the school with whom he hung out seven days a
week, partying, surfing, and listening to rap music.  I told him about
Theo, Eamon and Anesti, about Costas and Aldo, and about having the use of
Costas' kayaks, Blazer and house, about the new fishing boat, about the
scholarship to USF.  His response to anything I said was "way cool, dude"
or words to that effect as he listened to a rap CD that he had put in the
truck's player.  This was not the Joey I knew and loved.  He had become
someone else.  I had lost him for sure.

Dinner that night was really strange.  Everyone tried to make conversation
but Joey just did not seem to respond to any topics.  When Papa came into
the kitchen, I saw him raise his eyebrow with a look of disapproval.  He,
too, did not like the look of the new Joey.  After dinner, we watched TV
for a little while and then Joey said he was tired from the long flight and
wanted to go to sleep, but insisted on emailing his friends in Greece
first.

When we got to my room, I was dejected.  Joey had said nothing as we walked
up the two flights of stairs.  He sat down at the computer, turned it on,
and began writing his emails.  I went to my secret room, took the bottle of
ouzo, took a few swigs and then sat on the edge of the bed and did not say
a word.  Joey sat there twitching to the lyrics of some rap song as he
typed.  I stood up, took off my clothes and climbed into bed wearing only
my underpants and just closed my eyes as I felt the tears building up.
Soon the typing and humming stopped, and I heard him walking around and
then his bed squeaked as he sat down on it.  I pretended to be asleep even
though the light was still on.

"Entaxi?" I heard him say as I felt the light touch of his hand on my
stomach.

I opened my eyes and he was leaning over me, smiling.  I sat up in bed
right away.  He stood there in his underpants, an ugly pair of boxer
shorts, for a second or two and then he pulled them down and kicked them
off, saying "I'll never wear fuckin' boxers again.  I hate 'em."

 	 He was darkly tanned from head to toe.  There was no bathing suit
line at all.  His skin was so tanned that you could barely see the thin
line of hair that ran from his belly button down to his brown dick hair.
What really looked funny though was his dick head and the inside skin of
his retracted foreskin - they were red and white in contrast to the rest of
his dick shaft which was tanned dark brown.  I glanced over at the door and
saw that he had closed and locked it.

"Dimi, it's still me." He whispered with a smile as he climbed into my bed.

"Joey," I said softly, "Why did you change so much.  The hair, the clothes,
the rap music, none of that is you."

"It's called survival.  Remember when Mr. Lawl, our history teacher, taught
us about ostracism?"  He said and kissed my forehead.

" Well, I know what it really means to be cut off from everyone," He
continued and then kissed my eyes.

"To have no one to talk to, no one to hang out with, no friends.  If you
are not part of a clique you are a loner and a loser and nobody has
anything to do with you.  I was part of the soccer team clique.  We all
dress this way.  We all have to look like each other, talk the same way,
and do the same things.  I had to get on the plane dressed like them
because they took me to the airport.  I think I kept it up after I got off
the plane because I was so used to it, because it had been me for the last
eight months.  I'm sorry.  I really am.  I still love you!"

We kissed deeply, our tongues thrusting and twisting around each other.  I
could hear the sound that I had not heard in eight months - our breathing
through each other's noses.  Joey reached down and slid his hand under the
elastic of my underpants.  My dick was twitching and throbbing with delight
as he stroked it lovingly and then pulled down my underpants as I hiked up
my butt to help him.

"Fuck this shit!" Joey grumbled as I grabbed his head to kiss him again. He
got up and got out of bed and asked if I had a pair of scissors.

"I have to cut this fuckin' cauda off. It really pisses me off.  All the
kids on the team wear it.  They said that all the Roman gladiators used to
wear them, sorta like an emblem.  To me it still looks like a little
pig-tail at the base of my hair."

I got up and got a pair of scissors from my desk and snipped off the lock
of golden blonde hair with rubber band around it and tossed it in the desk
drawer with the scissors.  I commented that he must have been naked a lot
to have such a whole body tan.

"Yeah, a real lot." He answered.  "There's a lot that happened over there
that I should tell you about, but not now.  I need to love you real bad."

I reached over and turned off the light on the night table.  We lay there
for a while entwined together, breathing through each other's noses,
licking each other's nipples, sucking each other's cocks, rimming each
other, but never spending too much time in any one place, as if we were
rediscovering the parts of each other's bodies that we had forgotten.  I
rolled over on my stomach and got on all fours and lowered my chest to the
mattress and raised my ass in the air and spread my legs wide for Joey's
love.  He started to respond, placing his dick head right against my
asshole but then hesitated.

"No, not that.  It's not that I don't want to do it. It just wouldn't be
smart to do it without a condom," whispered Joey.

I rolled back over and Joey dropped between my legs and slowly and loving
sucked me and pushed against my prostate with the finger he had put up my
ass.  As my legs tightened and twitched, Joey sucked faster and harder
until I exploded into his mouth.  We then kissed and he gave me back part
of my cum but the rest he swallowed.  We switched positions and I began to
suck Joey's dick, ever so slowly, enjoying every second of its hardness in
my mouth.  Soon though, Joey's legs stiffened; I heard him moan and felt my
mouth fill with the warmth of his love for me.  I kissed him, giving him
back part of his cum.  Yes, at last, we had given our love to each other
again.  Joey really had not changed.

School started a week later.  Immediately, we fell into the usual pattern
of study, work-out in the gym, and go to pre-season wrestling practice.  At
first, everyone thought I had won the lottery when I drove a 2000 Blazer to
school, but I explained that I was "truck sitting" for Dr. Agrigento.  All
the good-looking girls at school swarmed around Joey.  They loved his
blonde hair.  I was surprised that he was so at ease around them, joking
with them, and teasing them; and they loved it!

"Hey, Joey," I asked as we drove home from wrestling practice on Friday.
"How come the babes are all over you now.  You used to be real shy around
them."

"Well, I dunno. I guess it's all part of that clique thing.  Any kid who
did not make it with a girl was a fag and that put him right out of the
group. If they even thought you were gay, it's all over.  I had to learn
how to flirt with them.  There were these girls from another school, I
guess they were a clique too, who lived to fuck boys.  They could never get
enough of them.  We used to have these wild, weekend nude beach parties
down the coast from Piraeus every weekend.  There wasn't any privacy or
shame; they just went from boy to boy.  A lot of times, there wasn't even
any passion.  I'll never forget this one time, I was fucking this girl and
about three feet away, one of my buddies, Nick, was humping another girl.
While we were fucking away, we were talking on an off about a big test that
was coming up.  We were doing it just for the sake of doing it.  We were
just animals doing it, just like you said Costas told you in the second
story."

"Holy Shit!" were the only words I could get out as Joey paused.

"Some of the guys used to keep score cards showing how many they fucked.  I
did it for a while but then I stopped after I reached nine; all of the
girls were on birth control and it wasn't considered manly to use condoms.
My little pousdi [Greek slang for dick] has eaten a lot of muni [Greek
slang for pussy].  That's why I don't want to do anal unless we us condoms.
I have been in way too many cunts that have been used by a shithouse full
of boys.  I had an HIV test three months ago just to be safe and it came
back clean, but I don't want to take any chances.  Remember what our health
teacher, Mr. Hazelton said about having sex with a girl who is sexually
active, that you are really having sex with everyone who has been in her
before!"

I didn't say anything.  I just drove and listened in amazement and finally
asked, "What does it feel like to fuck a girl?"

"It's a little different in a couple a ways.  First the position is easier
and getting in is easier: she's wet and in you go.  If you are the first
one, and she is tight then you can feel the bones of her pelvis on the
sides of your dick as you go in, sorta like holding on to you.  If you are
the fourth or fifth boy then it is pretty loose and wet with everyone
else's cum.  The kissing feels the same; if you are sucking her melones
[Greek slang for boobs] then it's different.  Laying on melones always felt
like I was laying on bowls of Jell-O when I was fucking.  One time, I think
it was my second girl, I moaned your name when I cumed and she asked me
what I said, and I thought fast and told her I called her Demi, the first
girl I ever had sex with.  Remember Mrs. Kesperis' boxer when it was in
heat?  Remember how its cunt just hung out there, all red and wet?  There
was this one girl who liked taking it on all fours.  Shit, when she spread
her legs wide, she looked just like that boxer! But most of the girls took
it on their backs.  A few liked being on top.  But no matter what the
position, a cunt looks ugly like raw, wet meat, and when you tongue-fuck
it, the stink almost makes you wanna puke!  I hated every time I had to do
it!"

Little by little I began to understand what must have been a nightmare for
Joey.  He was forced to have sex with girls, dress like others or be
shunned and mocked.  It must have been terrible for him, but he survived
and had come back still loving me. All I could think of is a line from that
1960's political satire we studied in Honors English last year called
MacBird based on Shakespeare's Macbeth: 'Conformity, the jewel upon the
crown that heads the state.'  I told him as we pulled into my driveway,
that I hadn't had sex with anyone since he left, I hadn't jerked off with
anyone including Theo.  All I did was go to bed each night and remember all
the love we shared as I jerked off alone.

"I thought it felt like you were a little out of practice the first night
we did it!"  Joey said laughing as we pulled into my driveway.

When we got home, the mail that I was hoping for had already arrived.
Without telling Joey, I had made a camping reservation for Anclote Key
State Park for Saturday night.  It is a key island about four miles off
shore with primitive camping sites.  When I told him that we would be
camping there Saturday night, his only comment with a devilish smile was
"way cool, dude."  I guess he wanted me to think that he was reverting to
his soccer clique ways, but I knew differently when we feel asleep that
night in each other's arms with traces of our love on our lips.

Saturday morning we were up bright and early to pack. We had to make sure
that Joey's bed looked like it had been slept in because mama had noticed
that it appeared unused the other night.  While I'm sure she wasn't
suspicious, Joey told her that he had slept very soundly and that was why
the bed appeared so neat. Fortunately, both kayaks had bow and stern dry
storage compartments so we could keep everything dry.  I packed the tent in
the stern of my kayak along with a dining fly, ropes and stakes to hang it,
and a small grasshopper propane stove.  In the smaller bow compartment, I
stuffed two shirts and two pairs of shorts, a poncho from the Futaleufu
trip, my bottle of ouzo hidden in towels, a thin foam sleeping mat and
light cotton blanket, and a small, waterproof box containing mama's cell
phone, matches, condoms, and a tube of KY.  In the stern of Joey's kayak,
we put a small electric lantern, Boy Scout mess kits, and two, one-gallon
jugs of water for the trip.  There was no drinking water available on the
key so we had to bring our own.  We also packed food for dinner and
breakfast on Sunday, cans of corned beef and Spam, snacks, small, portable
speakers, a Discman, CD's and batteries.  In Joey's bow storage we put his
clothes, poncho, and a dry bag that contained toilet paper, my vibrating
dildo and enema bag, his mat and blanket, and a six-pack of coke.  Behind
the backrests we put our paddling lunches in zip lock bags and our bottles
of drinking water for immediate use in the front webbing of each kayak.  We
were set for an awesome time.

 	We were ready to go by eight-thirty in the morning.  We loaded the
kayaks onto the trailer and papa drove us down to Sponge Harbor Point.  He
hugged us both, warned us to be careful, to watch out for afternoon
thunderstorms, and then we were off, paddling toward Brady Island, a short
distance away.  From there we paddled to Bird Key, moved some of our gear
around for better weight distribution, and then turned our kayaks northwest
and aimed for the keys four miles away with the old lighthouse on the
southern tip barely visible.

 	Soon our excitement lessened and the speed of our paddle strokes
slowed to a steady, rhythmic pace.  We had four miles to cover and paddling
fast would only tire us out, and we would not get there much sooner.
Factoring in currents and the wind, I had figured that it would be a three
and a half to four hour paddle to Anclote.  What I did not figure in was
all the slow downs, stops and detours that we had to make for boats moving
across open water at high speed and wave runners flying at full throttle in
all directions.  Eventually, we arrived at the key and paddled south to
locate our campsite.  The west coast sea breeze was already picking up and
that was a sure sign that there would some heavy thunderstorms later.  As
we paddled along, two kayaks approached from the south.  The paddlers were
two teen girls who appeared to be about our age, heading for the campsite
we had just passed.

"Hey guys," one shouted.  "You camping on the key tonight?"

"Alright!  Cool!  See you later!" was the answer I got when I yelled that
we were.

As luck would have it, the campsite they had just passed was ours and the
one we had just passed was theirs.  We were going to be in neighboring
campsites, and yhat would foul things up good.  I had imagined sex on the
beach, sex in the water, and sex in the tent.  The first two were now, of
course, out of the question.

We beached the kayaks, opened the storage hatches, and began unloading all
our gear.  Before starting, I downed some ouzo, and then following Boy
Scout routines, we first put up the dining fly, which would provide
immediate shelter for us and all our gear if a shower popped up.  Next we
set up the tent, a big Eureka Timberline, that I had won in a contest while
I was in the scouts.  The water, soda, and canned food we put on the picnic
table; snacks, cds and personal stuff we put in the tent.  While it only
took ten minutes to set everything up, Joey drank a half gallon of water
and I had several more swigs of ouzo.  It was ninety-two degrees with high
humidity, which meant that if felt like it was over a hundred even in the
shade.  We pulled off our shirts and ran screaming, yelling, and laughing
toward the water.  We twisted, splashed each other, dove over, and swam
under each other.  A couple of times, as I swam between Joey's legs, I
reached inside the leg of his shorts and caressed his balls.  He replied by
diving down and doing the same to me. We were laughing and yelling loudly.

"Dimi," Joey said as we floated on out backs side by side, "you're drinking
a lot.  I don't think that it's a good idea."

"Don't worry.  I know my limits and I'm always under control."  I countered
almost defensively.

As we enjoyed ourselves, we heard voices from behind us on shore, yelling,
"Hey, guys, you look and sound like little kids playing in the water!"

"Come on in!  You can play too!"  Shouted Joey,

In an instant the girls were in the water beside us, introducing
themselves, "Hi I'm Michelle and this is Kerry."

 I answered right away, "I'm Dimi and this is Joey."

"Are you guys Greek?" Michelle giggled.

"Yep, one hundred percent." Joey said casually.

"I think Greek boys are so hot.  Can you speak Greek?  Say something in
Greek, please!  I don't understand a word but it sounds so cool," teased
Michelle.

"Eimi pousda," I said, a little tipsy from the ouzo, and Joey burst out
laughing.

"What's wrong?  Why are you laughing?  What did he say?  Was it something
bad?"

"No, it's nothing bad." Joey said as he gasped for air between laughs.  "He
just said ... ah ...that he is a rough and tough kid."

I laughed at Joey's translation because what I actually said was that I am
gay.

As we tread water in front of our camp splashing and making small talk, the
skies had darkened a bit.  The storms were not far off.  The girls
commented that we had a real nice camp set up and that we must have been
Boys Scouts.  As Joey glanced far up the beach toward their camp he noticed
that they had not bothered to set up and that they had come down right away
for a visit.  He suggested that it would be a smart thing to set everything
up now before the storms rolled in.  The girls looked at the clouds, at
each other, and then agreed with Joey, said goodbye, and swam toward shore.

"You know, Dimi, they're wet for us and we could both get laid tonight."
Joey said very seriously.

Perhaps he saw the frightened look on my face when he said that because he
immediately added:

"Don't worry, Dimi.  I'm finished fucking boxers.  I love only you."  Joey
joked, adding "besides, you don't stink the way cunts do!"

Joey then suggested that we walk up the beach to their camp and help them
set up with the hope that our visit would keep them away once the storms
hit.  When we got to their campsite, it was pretty obvious why they had not
bothered to set up.  They had no dining fly, no stove, and no food other
than bags of doritos, potato chips, a few jars of dip, a case of soda, and
a CD player.  Their tent was a kid's K-Mart special made of flimsy nylon
with no screening and fastened to the sand with string and short stakes.
They had two pool mattresses that were longer than the tent.  They were
struggling, trying to figure out how to set the tent up.

"Hey, we thought we'd come up and help you guys set your stuff up."  Joey
said as we walked up to their campsite.

After we set up their tent and inflated their mattresses, we sat at the
picnic table and chatted for a while and drank a few sodas.  Michelle was
obviously flirting with Joey.  She had noticed that Joey's shorts were
hanging real low on his hips revealing just a little bit of his dick hair,
and she asked him how he had gotten such a gorgeous tan "down there,"
pointing to his lower parts. He explained that he had just gotten back from
school in Greece where he was for eight months and that he had always gone
to nude beach parties there.  Michelle was fascinated, of course, by the
whole idea.

"Don't you get a....well....you know what I mean...when you see a girl
naked?"

"Yeah, it happens all the time at first but soon you get used to seeing
people naked and then it stays down.  It's just natural that way.  I had
this teacher who said that most of the problem is the mystery of what's
under the clothes.  The mind fantasizes, but when everything out in the
open, well there is no mystery, no excitement.  It's really different in
Europe with nudity."  Joey nonchanlantly explained.

Through the whole conversation, Kerry had been rubbing her bare foot
lightly on my calf even though I moved my leg away several times.  She was
trying to flirt with me.  It must have been the ouzo because what she was
doing to me was making me hard even though I didn't want to fuck her.  A
loud clap of thunder stopped the conversation.  We all jumped.  I suggested
that we get back to camp to get things ready for the storm and also get
dinner done before the sky opened up.  With that we scurried off down the
beach.  I could feel my half-hard dick bouncing from side to side as we
walked quickly back to camp.

"See, what did I tell you.  We could get laid for sure tonight." He said as
he pulled down the front of his shorts to reveal his hardon.

"But it will never happen, right?" I said as I pulled the front of mine
down to reveal my almost hardon.

"Don't worry Dimi." Joey said as he pulled me behind a tall palmetto and
kissed me, adding afterward, "shit, you reek of licorice."

We had scarcely finished cooking and eating our corned beef sandwiches,
when there was a incredible clap of thunder and we both looked toward the
direction of the sound, the mainland.  The sky was almost black and
streaked with lightning bolts.  We knew that a bad storm was only a few
minutes away.  We took all our food and gear and put it in the tent.  We
lowered the dining fly almost to the ground and tightened the ropes and
turned the kayaks over.  As we retreated into our tent, the wind ahead of
the storm came with a roar.  We could hear sand from the beach being blown
against the tent, but the Timberline was an excellent tent and it was
staked down with very long sand stakes. As the rain pounded relentlessly on
the tent, we hooked up the speakers to the CD player and turned the volume
up and listened to some tunes.  We undressed, kissed, and started balloon
sucking each other.  That felt so good.  We had not done that since Chile.

Without warning we heard the outside zipper of the tent opening.
Terrified, we quicky pulled apart and covered ourselves with our blankets.
Michelle and Kerry both appeared hysterical as they opened the screen and
scrambled in, sobbing that their tent had collapsed in the wind and
rain. As we sat there naked with only blankets over us, drenched to the
skin, they began undressing and telling us how frightening it was.  In
modesty, we both looked away.  It was what we had been taught to do.

"Joey," Michelle snickered, "I know you've seen naked girls before.  I
don't mind if you look."

"Ah...," I interrrupted making it up as I spoke, "well you see ... we are
...well ... both naked too 'cause .... we were getting changed into dry
clothes when you barged in."

"We know what boys look like naked," Kerry said as she smiled cutely.

"We're freezing cold from the rain and wind.  Could we have those blankets
to get warm, please."  Kerry said and quickly reached toward my blanket.

I looked at Joey and he looked at me.  Before we could do anything, Kerry
pulled the blanket from me and Michelle did the same with Joey.  I quickly
tried to cover myself and conceal the fact that I was rock hard, but she
saw it right away.  Surprisingly, Joey attempted to do the same thing but
his hands, like mine, were a little too small to cover everything.  Finally
we just gave up trying to cover ourselves.  So there we were two naked boys
with hardons sitting right in front of two almost naked girls.  They had
conveniently thrown the blankets around their shoulders but left everything
in the front in plain view.  To make matters worse, Michelle was sitting
there with her legs drawn up and spread wide so you could see everything.
I could feel my dick throbbing and twitching.

"Wow!  You guys aren't circumcised!  That is so cool.  I like boys who are
like that, and there aren't that many around here."  Michelle giggled.

"yeah" was the only dumb answer that we both could muster.

"Joey," Kerry joked, "yours looks like a piece of candy, red on top, white
in the middle, and brown down lower."

Again, "Yeah" was also the only response Joey could come up with as he
tried to laugh half-heartedly.

"Joey," I'm still cold.  Could you hold me to help me get warm?"  Michelle
said coyly as she moved next to him and put the blanket around both of
them.

Kerry did the same with me.  We were naked in a tent on a deserted island
with two girls who wanted us real bad.  Normal boys would have jumped at
the chance, but, as far as I was concerned, the idea of fucking Kerry
terrified me.  Joey was not happy either: he had had his fill of girl
fucking in Greece.  Warming under the blankets didn't last long.  Soon
Kerry was rubbing my stomach and my dick hair, occasionally stroking my
dick as she kissed my earlobe.  Michelle was exploring Joey's foreskin,
pulling it up over his dick head and then releasing it.

"Look," I blurted out. "Enough is enough!  This is wrong."

"Why, Dimi"" begged Kerry adding "Don't be nervous" just before she put my
dick in her mouth.

"Because ...ah... because...ah...because it is a sin to do this!  Stop
sucking me!  I don't wanna do this!"  I blurted out hysterically as I
pulled my dick from her mouth.

"Yeah, I don't want to do anything either.  It's bad to do this stuff.  Now
we'll have to go to confession for what's already happened." Joey added,
playing along with my approach.

The girls looked shocked.  I guess they had never had the religion excuse
used before, but it worked.  They pulled the blankets around themselves,
and we put on our underpants and shorts.  I reached into clothes bag and
gave Kerry my other pair of shorts and a T-shirt and Joey did the same for
Michelle.  The storm lasted or rather the series of storms lasted until
around 10 PM.  After the rain stopped, we all walked down to their camp to
find everything washed out.  Their bags of chips and snacks were just wet
goo and their tent had been ripped by the wind.  We both suggested that
they sleep in our tent for the night.  That is exactly what they did.
Neither of them made any more moves on us and we slept soundly all night.

The next morning I let Michelle use mama's cell phone to call home and ask
her mother and father, who were coming from Clearwater, to bring a change
of clothes for both the girls and pick them up at Sponge Harbor.  I called
papa and told him what time we expected to be back so he could meet us.

"You know, guys, in a way, it's kinda nice to know that there are boys like
you around...boys who have principles."  Michelle observed as the four
kayaks beached at Sponge Harbor.

 Michelle's parents were there already when we beached and papa pulled up
just as the girls got out of the car where they had changed.  Kerry walked
up to me as Joey and I told papa about the storm.  She handed us our
clothes, gave each of us a kiss on the cheek and said thanks.  As she
walked away, papa looked at me with THAT look.  I knew what he was
thinking, and said:

"Papa, I swear to you that nothing happened.  Absolutely nothing happened
with them," and Joey chimed in, "It's true.  It's true."

As we drove home, I told papa what happened that night, of course, leaving
out how they tried to do us and how we were all naked together.  He was
pleased and said that it was the way we were raised.  He would expect
nothing less of us.  As I look back on it, it really was a good trip.  Even
though Joey and I only did balloon sucking for a very short time, it really
confirmed our love for each other when we had both refused to betray that
love and have sex with those girls for the sake of having sex.

Before we knew it, our time together in my room was drawing to a close.
Labor Day had passed and Joey's parents would be coming home next
Tuesday. Papa and mama would be leaving Friday night to attend a commerical
fishermans' conference and would be back late Saturday night.  Theo and
Anesti were planning to go camping Saturday and return on Sunday afternoon,
and giagia would be spending Saturday and Sunday with her friend,
Mrs. Kesperis.

Theo had still not told me anything, but he had asked me, though, to get
condoms and KY for him for the camping trip, so that pretty much said it
all.  It really wasn't any of my business anyway what he did with his
friend.  Theo had even asked me if I could get him an enema but buying
something like that was a bit out of the question.  Joey and I thought
about it and decided to make one for them to use.  We took one of those
folding gallon water containers with a hanging hook on the bottom and
attached a four foot length of tubing that we bought at the hardware store
to the spout.  We filled it half way with water, put it up in the air, and
then turned to spout to the pour position.  Out gushed the water in a nice
stream.  To our delight we found that by pressing on the container we could
increase the speed and amount of water squirting out.  But the enema nozzle
still posed a problem.  We were stumped by that.

On Wednesday, in art class, we stumbled on a solution to the nozzle
problem. I was drawing freehand with a Sanford Super Sharpie black marker,
when Joey pointed at it and asked me what the end of it looked like.  I
knew right away what he meant.  We asked the teacher if we could have some
pens to draw at home, and left art class with the solution to our nozzle
problem in our pockets.  We went right to the garage when we got home,
cracked the pen part off and looked at the end.  Yep, it looked perfect,
even though it was much much thicker than a regular enema nozzle.  We
drilled a small hole in the end and then cleaned all the names and writing
off with steel wool.  It was smooth to the touch and we both smiled as we
stroked it with our fingers.  We went up to my room, and took our homemade
enema from the secret room.  All we had to do was put our nozzle on the
hose.  We stretched the surgical rubber tubing and put about a half-inch of
the nozzle inside it.  It fit tightly and appeared to be water-tight.  To
be sure, we wrapped some electrical tape around it to make sure it stayed
put.

 Mama was shopping with giagia, papa was on the boat, and Theo was still at
school, so we decided to give it a test run.  We locked the door at the
bottom of the stairs, and went into the bathroom to put some water in the
container.  I dropped my shorts and underpants, got on my knees and leaned
over into the bathtub and spread my legs so by butt was up in the air.
Joey sat on the toilet, lubed the nozzle with his spit, put some spit on my
asshole and slipped it in.

"It feels good," I said, "but it's a lot thicker. I know it is in me, but I
never felt the old nozzle at all 'cause it was so thin.  Put it in some
more!"

"But it's already in up to the tape.  That's about three inches.  There's
only hose left outside."  Joey answered.

"Put it in more," I demanded and Joey complied by giving me another three
inches of hose.

It felt so good.  I told Joey to turn on the spout and as he did I could
feel the coolness of the water begin to squirt into me.  I told him to
squeeze the bag hard with both hands as I reached around to hold the nozzle
in by myself.  It felt incredible.  It felt like someone was spraying my
insides with a shower massager.  I told Joey that he had to try it.  He
quickly turned off the spout, got up from the toilet and put up the seat.
I slid the nozzle out and quickly sat on the toilet to empty the water from
me.  We switched positions and Joey leaned into the bathtub and I put the
nozzle and hose in even farther than he had for me.  Joey kept saying that
he wanted more too.

"Wow!  This is fuckin' awesome, especially when you squeeze to make it go
faster.  But I think we should make the hole in the nozzle bigger to get a
better spray effect and lets put some smaller holes in the side too," Joey
said as he sat on the toilet after we completed our test run.

 After he was empty, we went back to my room, got my hobby drill and
increased the size of the hole to a quarter inch and put a bunch small
holes on the sides, so it would work like a high-powered garden sprinker.
Of course, we were hard so we sucked each other's dicks and gave our cum to
each other.  I put our "super enema" as Joey started calling it back in the
secret room and decided right then and there that I would give the old
enema to Theo.  He was, of course, absolutely delighted to get his own
enema.  We knew that Theo and Anesti would have a great trip, but we also
knew that our Saturaday alone in the house would be incredible.  We planned
to spend the whole day doing everything -- sitting around, cooking,
watching TV, and studying -- naked.  One of the things I was curious to
find out was if seeing Joey naked all the time would calm down my hardons.
I really enjoyed looking at a naked boy without a hardon.  There is
something about a dick just hanging there, limp with the foreskin covering
the head, that is beautiful beyond description.

Joey and I had gotten into the habit of cuddling after we made love.  We
held each other closely, occasionally kissing and rubbing each other's
stomachs, and talking of many things.  Sometimes our hopes for the future,
where we would be four years from now, sometimes we even talked about our
unhappy times.  On Thursday night, as we cuddled and talked, Joey told me
about this one girl in Greece who did something that he thought was really
sick.  He said that she used to put ice cubes in her cunt before she had
sex and said that when they melted the resulting coolness took her and the
guy fucking her longer to cum.  I laughed at first, but then I thought
about it.  One time I had putting xylocaine on my dick to prolong the
pleasure of jerking off before cuming.  But it didn't work because it
completely numbed my dick so I couldn't feel anything.  I got up, put on my
shorts and went downstairs to the kitchen to get some ice cubes.  I told
Joey we were going to investigate this.  I put some cubes in a ziplock bag,
squeezed all the air our and closed it.  I put a washcloth around my dick
and then I held the bag with the ice around it, especially the head.  After
a minute or so, I took everything off and asked Joey to suck me.  Wow! Did
it feel strange almost like he was sucking but not sucking, and I liked
that feeling.  Joey tried it too, and also noticed it right away.  Next, I
had Joey put a tear shaped piece of ice on my asshole.  Shit, It felt
weird!  It reminded me of what the inside of my mouth felt like when I
drank something real cold fast.  Joey then pushed it in a little.  Fuck, it
felt like I had a "popsicle" asshole.  Joey then lubed his fingers with
spit and I barey noticed it when he put three fingers in right away.  I
then did the same thing to Joey, and we both agreed it felt weird but good
and that it probably would decrease the pain and increase our pleasure by
delaying our cum.  But neither of us liked the idea of sticking ice cubes
up our asses.

When we woke up Friday morning for school, I had the answer.  That happens
to me so many times: I go to bed trying to solve a probem and in the
morning I have the answer.  It just shows that the brain doesn't stop
working when a boy is asleep.

"It's simple," I explained to Joey as I took a drink of ouzo and then
started dressing.  "KY is water soluble and it can be frozen.  All we have
to do is fill some of papa's empty cigar tubes with KY and put them in the
freezer.  When we are ready, we let the frozen KY tube sit for a bit then
the still frozen KY will slide out and then we put it up the ass.  It'll be
like a self-lubricating, frozen dick.  When it melts all the way, it with
give the ass an awesome lube job, as well as chill it down so the fuck will
not hurt as much.  Then, in goes the real dick, gets chilled down in ass,
and it takes longer to come that way!"

"Sounds like you and the ice-cube girl would be perfect together!  Maybe
you should take out a patent on it an call it a dick-sicle!  Let's make up
some this afternoon when we come home from school.  We're gonna have to
stop to get a lot more KY to do it, though.  I'll buy two and you buy two.
We can tell the druggist that we are using the stuff on our wetsuits." Joey
joked as he put his arms out toward me.

We joked a little more about my screwy idea, then we kissed each other in a
long slow kiss, went downstairs for breakfast, and left for school.

That afternoon, as we had planned, we make two dick-sicles, as Joey called
them.  We filled two cigar tubes with KY and screwed the covers closed.  We
put them in the very bottom of the freezer in the garage just in case
something went wrong and we could not get to them or use them.  Anesti came
over around six o'clock to pick up Theo just as mama and papa were leaving.
Papa gave me thirty dollars for pizzas from Domino's.  They kissed me,
Theo, and even Joey goodbye and we were alone, four gay boys.  I was pretty
sure that Theo wanted to be alone with Anesti so Joey and I decided to
drive over to get the pizzas.  I told Theo when he walked out to the truck
with us to have fun but to be careful and lock the stairway door just in
case because giagia was in her room and that we would be back in an hour.

We returned a little over an hour later, saying that Dominos's was really
busy because it was Friday night.  Theo and Anesti were sitting on the
couch together watching TV.  As we came in, I saw Theo quickly take his arm
from around his friend.  They both had different clothes on and I could see
a fresh suck mark, a hickie, low on Anesti's neck.  Joey and I just smiled
at them, saying "we're not interrupting something, are we boys?"  Three
pizzas and a Star Wars video later, Theo and Anesti decided it was time to
leave.  Theo went to his room to get his stuff and then they walked to
Anesti's house four blocks away.

"Fuck this!" Joey said as the last Star Wars movie ended.

"Why don't we go upstairs and then you can fuck me instead." I joked.

When we got to my room, I took a couple of drinks of ouzo and happened to
glance at all the stuff over in the corner of the secret room.  The dildo
looked shiny so I picked it up and discovered that it was freshly
lubricated and telltale streaks of brown in the KY told me it had been
used. I walked around to the bathroom and washed it and made a mental note
to tell Theo to clean stuff after he uses it. The old enema bag was also
wet, and that should have been dried too.  Bacteria could grow in dampness
and that was not good.  In any event, I was right.  Theo and Anesti had had
a good time while we were out.  Joey and I tried to be a little restrained
in bed, because we wanted to hold back for tomorrow's fun.  We kissed,
hugged, balloon-sucked a little and then we did what we call dry-backing.
Joey laid on his stomach and kept his legs tight together.  I laid on top
of him, put my dick in the crack between his ass cheeks and began to
thrust.  As I was about to cum, Joey helped by tightening and then relaxing
his ass cheeks in time with my thrusts.  I then scooped my cum off the
small of his back into my hand and held it in front of his mouth so he
could lick it all up.  We then switched and Joey dry-backed me.

Mrs. Kesperis picked up giagia promptly at 8 AM Saturday morning.  She
kissed us and told us to have a good time; of course, she had no idea what
we had planned.  As soon as the car left the driveway, we locked the front
door.  I pulled Joey's T-shirt off and then unbuckled his shorts and opened
the button.  I tried to pull down his zipper but it got stuck and I ended
up slipping his pants off his hips.  I pulled his underpants down and he
stepped out of them.  Then he did the same to me and we stood naked and
hard in front of each other in the middle of the living room.  It really
seemed strange standing there in that room the way we were.  Being naked
almost made us feel smaller.  I could feel the air conditioner blowing
across my body. It felt cooler than usual.  We decided to cook some
breakfast, bacon and eggs to celebrate our day.  As we almost pranced
across the living room and through the dining room to the kitchen, I could
feel my balls bouncing freely and my hardon swaying slightly left then
right as I walked.  Joey too seemed to enjoy our newfound freedom as he
walked next to me, occasionally rubbing my ass cheek.  As I stood there
putting slices of bacon on a paper towel to later cook in the frying pan,
Joey took a raw slice, rolled it up and started rubbing my asshole with it.

"Here's some real pork lube for you, Dimi!" he laughed as he pushed it all
the way into me with his finger.

"Man, you are hungry today.  You can't let a man even eat his breakfast
before you want to eat him!"  I answered.

With that Joey grabbed me by the hips and steered me over to the kitchen
table, saying, "Belly on the table, boy. It's breakfast time!"  He then
spread my legs wide and began to rim me, then he put his finger in and
retrieved the piece of bacon that he had put into my asshole.

"Cook this one slice now!" he laughed, "It will have a better flavor to
it."

I walked over and took all the bacon off the paper towel and began rubbing
it all over my dick.  I told Joey to lie on the floor on the rug by the
sink and assume the dry-backing position.  I rubbed the bacon all over his
ass, in the crack between his cheeks, and down the back of his thighs until
he was as heavily greased with bacon fat as my dick.  I then got on top and
proceeded to dry-back him, slipping and sliding with each thrust, laughing
each time I almost slid off him as he reciprocated by tightening and
relaxing his ass cheeks.  My wild ride ended when I finally cumed, but I
squirted on the kitchen floor and not on his back.

"Now it's your turn to ride the bucking Greek!" I laughed and got into the
dry- backing position, handing the wad of bacon to Joey.

Joey did as I had done, greasing my cheeks, my crack, and legs, but he also
did my whole back and his whole front from his neck to his knees.  Joey
tried valiantly to stay on me but with each thrust, he slid off to one side
and then the other.  Finally in a fit of laughter and desperation as he lay
on the floor next to me, he started thrusting against my hip and finally
cumed.  We held each other tightly there on the kitchen rug, hugging and
slipping, kissing and laughing. It did not matter that what we had done was
just plain silly, For the first time, we could do whatever we felt like
doing to express our love for each other without any fear.  When we
recovered, we cooked that same "love" bacon and ate it with some eggs.  I
also discovered that there are disadvantages to doing some things naked.
Cooking bacon in a frying pan is one of them.  As the bacon cooked, little
hot grease spatters hit the head of my dick.  I was forced to put on an
apron to protect myself!  After breakfast, we cleaned the kitchen, and then
ourselves in the downstairs bathroom.  Actually, it was originally the
master bathroom before papa re-did the house.  It had a mirror wall, a
walk-in shower, and even a bidet.  After we scrubbed each other down to
remove the bacon grease and had dried each other off, we began to play with
the bidet for a while, trying to use it as an enema.  We stood in front of
the mirror wall, hugging and kissing, rubbing and feeling each other all
over.  As we kissed and fondled each other, I glanced at the mirror wall
and watched myself kissing and being fondled.  It was like watching a porn
movie, only much better.  I told Joey about it and then turned around so he
could look at the mirror and enjoy our foreplay too.

By noon the novelty of being naked and doing whatever we wanted wherever we
wanted had worn off.  As we sat naked watching the news on the satellite, I
noticed that my foreskin was beginning to cover my dick head.  I glanced
over at Joey, naked in the recliner.  He was completely limp and his head
had retreated inside his foreskin.  He was watching the sports news
intently and did not see me looking at him.  His body was beautiful.
Everything was perfectly proportioned.  His limp dick just seemed to
punctuate the beauty of his thin, tanned body.  As I watched him for a few
minutes, I noticed that my head was responding to my thoughts, and my
foreskin was beginning to slowly retract.  Joey's teacher was right; the
mystery is what helps the arousal.  I was becoming accustomed to seeing him
naked, out in the open without fear, and I was slower to respond sexually.

As the afternoon wore on, we were really getting tired of the naked game.
While the house had been our world initially and we explored it naked, now
we found ourselves restricted.  We couldn't go outside naked, we couldn't
walk down the street naked, we couldn't be with others naked.  As we talked
about it over glasses of ouzo in late afternoon, for the first time we
understood the feeling that people get in those nudist colonies.  Being
naked alone or with just someone else quickly loses its appeal.  To be
natural, everyone would have to be naked all the time.  We joked and
laughed about our conclusions, as we tried to imagine some of the older
people naked: the pastor of our church, the very fat auto mechanic down at
the gas station.  Our list grew and grew, and we eventually tired of this
naked what-if game too.  It was getting late. We got dressed and returned
to the world of people who wear clothes and walked down to MacDonald's for
dinner.

After dinner, we walked home, stopping to talk to some friends for a few
minutes.  For a short while I was afraid that they were going to invite
themselves over, knowing that we were alone in the house, but that did not
happen.  When we got home, we locked the front door, then we went up to my
room, locking the door at the bottom of the stairs even though we knew no
one would be home.  I guess we were creatures of habit.  We undressed each
other as we had done earlier and then I went to the secret room to get all
our toys.  I laid my collection out on the low dresser against the wall:
two vibrating dildoes, a smaller, plain dildo, a TENS unit, two one-foot
lengths of knotted blind cord, ribbed condoms, a rectal thermometer, two
tubes of KY, and, of course, the super enema.  The knotted cords were a
recent addition.  I had read on line that French whores used them with
their customers. It was just a cord with a bunch of knots tied along
it. While they are being fucked, they would work the cord into the guy's
asshole and yank it out just as the guy cums.  It increases the pleasure
and power of the cum a lot, so the article says.  The TENS was something I
got when I had a wrestling injury.  It is an electric nerve and muscle
stimulator with all sorts of different pulse types. Joey enjoyed it a
lot. The dick-sicles, of course, were in the freezer downstairs until we
needed them.

"Choose your weapon!" I said, trying to sound serious.

"Oh, Dimi" Joey answered, trying to sound like a little kid, "I don't feel
good.  I feel all hot and dry.  I tink I have a fever!"

"There, there little Joey.  Dimi is going to take your temperature."

I sat on the bed, and laid Joey across my legs, as my mother had done so
many times to me when I was little and sick.  I rubbed the small of his
back and butt softly, took a dab of KY and put it on his asshole, and then
put the rectal thermometer in, holding it in his asshole between my index
and middle fingers and rubbing the small of his back with my other hand.

"Joey," I said, as I took the thermometer out after a minute or two, "you
have a fever in your asshole but I know my dick will make it feel much
better."

It was silly, just like the bacon sex at breakfast, but it was fun and it
felt so damn good to know that we did not have to be afraid about what we
were doing.  I put the thermometer on the night table, and we fell back
into my bed.  We kissed, licked and nibbled each other's nipples.  I
tongue-fucked Joey's belly button while he fingered my asshole.  Joey got
up and went to the dresser and took both vibrating dildoes, KY, the cords,
and TENS.  We lubed each other's assholes with the lots of KY and also also
covered the dildoes with a thick coating of KY.  Next we put the pads for
the TENS on us.  I put the negative pad right on the small of my back; Joey
put the positive one on the small of his back and we got into our switch
position.  We put the TENS between us and plugged in the wires from the
pads, turned on the power temporarily, wet our fingers and touched them
together to adjust the level of the electrical pulses we would feel.  We
both liked them strong.  We then slipped the knotted cords slowly into each
other's assholes leaving the pull end dangling from the hole, then we put
the dildoes in slowly and turned them on. I turned on the TENS and cranked
it to pull power. The feeling was intense, our assholes were vibrating, the
small of our backs were tingling and thumping because by touching each
other we were completing the circuit and allowing the electrical pulses to
massage the smalls of our back.  We were ready for the final action.  As we
took each other's dicks in our mouths, we completed the wet electrical
circuit for the TENS and we immediately began to feel these intense, brief
electrical pulses in our mouths and small of our backs.  Wherever our
bodies touched we felt the pulses.  If where we touched was wet, the pulses
were more intense.

 After a while, Joey stopped sucking for just a second and gasped in short
breaths that he was almost ready to cum and clamped his legs together on my
arm holding the dildo in him.  Soon, as I felt his legs tighten and twitch
even more, and I knew he was on the verge of cuming.  I quickly pulled the
dildo out and then yanked the knotted chord out when I sensed the moment of
his cum.  He shot so fast and so much that I could not swallow before more
was filling my mouth, and I felt it running down the side of my mouth.  A
second or two later at the most, I knew I was near, took my mouth from his
dick and told him to get ready as the last of his cum dripped down my chin.
I clamped down on his arm with my legs.  I began shaking all over just as
Joey pulled the cord from my ass and I bucked and shook violently. Soon
Joey's mouth was overflowing with my love, as I pumped and pumped, over and
over, squirting every last drop into his mouth.  We rolled away from each
other, breaking the TENS connection, gasping and delighting in our
pleasure.

"That was... so fucking awe....some, so intense.  I feel like ...I just
finished run...ning a race," Joey gasped between breaths, almost unable to
speak.

"Yeah" was all the energy I had left to answer as I squirmed up so we could
be face to face.  I turned off the TENS and as I kissed him, I could hear
each of us gasping for air through the other's noses.

"Fucking awesome!  Joey gasped again, and I responded, "I love you." As we
hugged, exhausted from by our love for each other.

I opened my eyes.  The room was dark.  I did not know what time it was.  I
reached over and turned on the lamp on the night table and looked at the
clock.  It was 9:15 PM.  We had fallen asleep!  As I looked at the clock I
felt Joey playing with my balls.  He had woken up too.  I said that we only
had a few hours left.  I got up, turned off the fan, and took a piece of
blind cord and tied it to the housing so that it hung down over my bed.  I
went into the bathroom with the super enema and filled it and returned with
it filled to overflowing, and also with some large towels that I knew we
would need.  We hung the super enema from the cord above the bed, adjusting
the height to allow enough hose room for movement.  I got on the bed on all
fours and put my chest down on the mattress.  Joey squirted a lot of KY
into me and smeared the nozzle with it too.  He then put it into me, about
two inches past the nozzle.  As the water gushed into me, I told him to put
it in farther and he did.  I reached around and held the hose in me by
myself, began sliding it in father, and then told him to squeeze the bag.
When he did, it felt like a fire hose had been turned on. He stopped when
the water began seeping out my asshole.  I laid flat on my stomach on the
bed, and then rolled on my left side and raised my leg to allow even more
water to fill me.

"Just a little more, just a little more left," Joey encouraged me as I
moaned and said, "Fuck it hurts.  I'm full.  I can't take much more.  I'm
gonna burst or blow it all out."

"That's it!" cheered Joey triumphantly.  "You took the whole gallon of
water!  That is a first, a record," he added excitedly, as he leaned down
and kissed me and rubbed my very swollen lower stomach.

I knew that I did not have much time.  I had to get to the bathroom
quickly.  It would have been easier if we could have done the enema in the
bathroom, but it was just too confining in there, barely enough room to
move.  Joey slowly removed the hose from me as I lay there towel in hand
ready to plug my already leaking hole.

"Shit," Joey observed, "Look at this.  You had it at least eight inches of
hose and nozzle in your ass," as he showed me where his hand was when he
started pulling the hose out.

I held the towel tight against my asshole as I very slowly rolled my legs
over the side of the bed, and got up.  I kept myself hunched over because
the pressure and pain in my lower gut was getting bad.  I started walking
slowly to the bathroom and then Joey started giggling.  I started giggling
and immediately felt little squirts of water begin to come out.

"Stop, you fuck.  I'll never make it."  I protested and the more I
protested the louder Joey laughed.  I started walking very quickly with
short steps but I could feel the water coming our faster into the towel,
and I knew I was leaving a trail of brown water on the floor to the
bathroom.  When I reached the toilet and sat down, it started like a tidal
wave, water pouring out of me.  It slowed after a while, stopped and then
exploded again.  The cycle repeated several times before I finally declared
myself empty.  It was already 10 PM.  I gave Joey his enema, and he also
took the entire gallon of water.  As he had done for me, I kissed and
rubbed his swollen stomach and followed him to the bathroom where there was
a second explosion of water.  We stood there in bathroom wrapped tightly
around each other, kissing, peacefully enjoying each other's warmth and
breathing slowly and rhythmically through each other's noses.

"It's dick-sicle time!" whispered Joey in my ear as he flushed the toilet.

Joey went in the bedroom to clean things up while I went downstairs to get
a frozen missle.  I looked at the clock in the kitchen.  It was already
twenty minutes after ten and mama and papa said they would be home around
midnight.  When I returned, Joey was finishing wiping up the brown puddles
of water off the floor.  I was glad we had no carpets on the third floor.
He had put all the dirty towels in my laundry hamper, cleaned the dildoes,
knot cords, and thermometer, taken down the cord from the fan and put
everything back in the secret room and closed the secret door panel.  He
had even straightened out the bed linens on my bed.  On the night table
beside the bed, was our last tube of KY and two condoms.

"Give or take?" I asked as I walked in, holding one of the ice-cold cigar
tubes.  The other I left in the freezer since I knew it would thaw before
we finished using the first one.

"Take," he answered excitedly and got on all fours on the bed, lowering his
chest and raising his ass high and spreading his legs.

I took the tube of KY and squirted a lot of it into his asshole then
unscrewed the cover of the cigar tube, and the still frozen KY slid out
effortlessly.  But there was no time to lose, it was thawing quickly.  I
spread Joey's asshole wide with my thumb and index finder and placed the
dick-sicle again him and the heat of his hole began melting it as I shoved
it in all the way, ramming it past the muscles of his asshole with my
finger.

"Fuck, that is so cold!  It almost feels like you put something hot rather
than cold in me!" Joey exclaimed, adding a few seconds later, "I can feel
everything in side getting cold."

I put my hand on his lower stomach over his dick hair and I could feel a
slight coolness in that area.  I rubbed his butt for a few minutes to be
sure that everything was melted then he said that everything felt real cold
inside so I knew it was time.  I opened the condom, put it on, put some KY
on it and mounted Joey.  Without hesitation, I shoved it in harder and
faster than I had ever done before.  My dick hair was right up against his
asshole.

"How far in have you put it?" Joey asked, and when I told him I was in all
the way right to my dick hair, he was amazed, saying, "holy fuckin' shit!
I barely felt it."

I began thrusting, slowly at first.  I could feel the coldness of Joey's
insides.  I wrapped my arms around his waist and chest and began thrusting
faster.  I looked at the clock.  It was exactly 10:30 PM.  I laid my head
down on his back, thrusting quickly all the time, rubbing his stomach with
one hand and playing with his dick with the other.  I looked at the clock
again and it was 10:37.  I had been thrusting it in and out of him with all
my strength for seven minutes and I was just beginning to feel a faint hint
of the cum that was building. I looked at the clock again.  It was 10:41
and I knew that I was close as my thrusts reached almost a fever pitch.
The headboard of the bed was banging like a drum against the wall.  The bed
frame was squeaking.  I moaned loudly as I exploded into Joey, and slid
down off him, and kissed his asshole with its mixture of cum and KY.  It
had taken me eleven minutes to cum doing anal sex. It never took that long
before; usually it was over a minute or two after I started fucking.  I
guess the ice-cube girl was right.

Joey literally ran down the stairs to get the second tube from the freezer.
When he returned, still panting and exhausted, I assumed the position and
felt that same cold again, only this time it was in me instead.  Joey's
description of what it felt like matched what I was feeling.  I looked at
the clock on the night table.  It was 10:51 as the headboard again began to
bang the wall and the bed started squeaking.  I closed my eyes as Joey's
bony pelvis slammed against my ass cheeks with each thrust.  I could hear
him grunt and groan loudly with each thrust, as if he was trying to get
more force into each one.  I looked at the clock again and it was 11:04.
He had been fucking me for almost fifteen minutes.  Soon the power of his
thrusts became weaker.  He was getting tired.  Each thrust seemed like an
effort, then without warning, his thrusts again got fast and very, very
violent.  Yes, he had finally cum.  I could actually feel the warmth of it
inside my still cold rectal cavity.  He collapsed as he withdrew from
me. We both rolled over on our backs, exhausted. I looked at his dick as he
removed the condom.  I had never see it so swollen and red after fucking.
We had never had done anal that lasted so long and was so powerful.  We
held each other tight even though we were drained physically.  We managed
one last long, slow kiss.  We could hear each other's exhaustion in our
noses as we gasped slowly for air.  Suddenly, I saw the light from a car's
headlights move slowly across the ceiling.  I knew mama and papa were
turning onto the driveway.  Quickly, I put the KY, used condoms, and empty
cigar tubes under my pillow, and turned on the TV, while Joey bolted down
the stairs to unlock the third floor door and then ran back and dove into
his bed, pulling the cover over him.  I often fall asleep with my light and
TV on so the two of us pretended to be fast asleep after we gave the room
one last check and then arranged the blankets to conceal our hardons. Soon
I head mama and papa walking up the stairs to the third floor. They had
seen the light from my room as they pulled into the driveway.

"Dimi's door is open.  Look, they're both asleep, George," mama said as she
walked quietly over to my bed and kissed me good night on my forehead and
then turned and pulled Joey's blanket up a little higher on him to cover
his bare chest.

"They are both so handsome and such good boys." Mama whispered to papa as
she turned off the light and TV and closed the door.

Exhausted, we both had fallen asleep in our own beds right after mama
turned off the light and TV. I woke up early Sunday after Joey, stretched,
and looked over at him in the bed next to me.

"It was the most awesome time I have ever had, Dimi."

"It was pretty intense for me too."

Joey got out of bed.  His dick was limp. He walked over to the door and
locked it. He then sat on the side of my bed, kissed me on the cheek and
took my hand and squeezed it tightly.  I threw back the blanket and he laid
across my chest with his head buried in my neck and whispered that he loved
me very, very much, and then he sat up suddenly.  He was no longer limp.

"Dimi," he whispered very seriously, "If Florida ever allows gay marriages,
would you marry me?  I want to be yours forever."

What Joey asked caught me off guard.  I had never really thought of
something like that.  Like a typical kid, I had imagined that we would be
kids forever, together doing it whenever we got the chance.  I liked the
idea, though, and would enjoy spending my entire life with Joey.

"Why wait 'til Florida makes it legal?  We could marry ouselves right now.
Back in the old days in Louisiana, people jumped over a broom and then they
were married.  Marriage is nothing but a promise by two people to love each
other, help each other, and stick together through whatever happens.  Let's
do it right now!"

We stood up naked and hard.  We held hands and looked in each other's
eyes. I tried to remember those words I had heard so many times when I was
an altar boy but paid no attention to.  In the end, I decided to improvise,
"Joey, I take you to be my husband and my wife.  I promise to love you and
nobody else, to help you, and stick with you through everything until I
die."

"Dimi," Joey replied as he squeezed my hands tightly, " I also take you to
be my husband and my wife.  I also promise to love you and nobody else, to
help you and to stick with you through everything until I die"

"Well," I said, "I guess that's it.  We're hitched. We can kiss now for
real."

As I moved toward his lips, joey told me to wait.  He took off his class
ring and put it on my left hand ring finger.  I then took off my class ring
and put it on Joey's left hand ring finger. Our class rings would be our
secret wedding bands until we could proclaim our love openly.  We embraced,
kissed each other without tongue, holding each other ever so closely and
tenderly.

"Make love to me, my love," Joey asked as he drew me down onto my bed.  He
put his legs in the air, spread them wide, and I mounted him, kissed him,
and dry-fucked him slowly and tenderly with gentle, loving thrusts, and he
admitted for the first time that enjoyed taking it more than giving it.  We
showered, dressed for church, then went down for breakfast with the family.
We both felt a special calm, a peaceful feeling as we walked into the
kitchen and greeted mama and papa.  As we sat eating breakfast, I looked
and Joey's ring and he looked at mine and we smiled.

Our time together in my room had finally come to an end.  We were both up
earlier than usual for school because my mate Joey had to finish packing
all his stuff so he could move back home tonight.  We had decided that the
words husband and wife were really not appropriate in our marriage and had
started using the word "mate" to decribe our relationship to each other.
As we went down the last flight of stairs, we could hear the TV in the
kitchen as mama watched and listed as she prepared breakfast for us.  She
was up early too because she knew he would be picking up Joey's parents at
the airport at 12:30 PM.  She always gets up earlier than she had to when
she has something extra to do.

"Joey, I am certainly glad that your parents are not coming home through
Sarasota Bradenton Airport.  The traffic there today will be horrible with
the President visiting," she commented as she put our plates on the table

My second period was a study hall and I usually worked in the Media Center
next to the library.  When I walked in, Mrs. Hoffman was sitting at her
desk, crying and watching TV behind her was the librarian and several
students, all crying.  I turned around and looked up on the wall at the TV.
The top of the World Trade Center was on fire and black smoke was pouring
out of it.  As I stood there, my history teacher came in and asked if there
was any more news.  We stood there, staring at the screen in disbelief.
The commentor said that it might have been a terror attack like the one
that happened ten years ago because eye witnesses said the plane just flew
straight and level right into the building, and the World Trade Center is
not the kind of building that someone just flies into by accident.  As the
word spread, the Media Center became crowded with students and teachers.
More and more they were talking about it being a terror attack. I knew it
was real.  I was right there but I was not there; cameras were showing
people as close up as they could get jumping to their deaths from the
windows rather than be burned alive.  Everyone was crying, watching
something that was real but not real and they were absolutely powerless to
help.  I tried to imagine the terror that all those people in the building
were feeling.  Then it happened!  As we all stood there watching the smoke
and flames, in a weird kind of slow motion, another plane looped into the
picture from the upper right side of the TV screen.  It turned, tipped its
wings up, and disappeared behind the other World Trade Center building and
then red flames and smoke exploded from the side of the building we could
see.  Another plane had smashed into the World Trade Center.  Everyone knew
it right then and there that this was no accident.  Some wacko terrorists
had done it.  I heard my history teacher, who is usually very
mild-mannered, blurt right out, "You fucking cock-sucking terrorist
cowards!"  The TV then switched to the President who was in Sarasota at
some school.  First they showed some guy walking up and whispering
something to him and then they showed him coming back again and saying
something and President looking very upset.  I couldn't hear what was being
said because I had been pushed to the back of the media center by the crowd
of people packed in there.  The banner on the bottom of the screen said
that the President called what happened "an apparent attack on our
country."

The bell sounded for third period.  I didn't want to go, but I left through
the library exit.  My third period class was sociology and my teacher
already had the TV in the classroom on an tuned to Fox News.  She announced
as she turned down the sound on the TV that, because of current events, she
was suspending instruction and would take class time to watch what was
happening.  The news commentator, with a very worried look said that the
FAA shut down the whole country.  No planes were allowed to be flying.  I
thought right away about Joey's parents.  Wher would they go? As the
commentator was speaking he pressed his hand to his ear where he had a
small ear phone, he paused with a look of disbelief on his face.  He
announced gravely that another commercial plane had just crashed into the
Pentagon.  We sat there in shock.  Someone was attacking us.  What would be
next?  Then the unbelievable happened.  The second World Trade Center
building just collapsed.  It was like a dream.  A big cloud of white-gray
smoke and it was gone.  I couldn't hold it back any more.  I started
sobbing and then cried, and I realized that I was watching thousands of
people just die for no reason.  They went to work, probably happy, doing
their jobs with all their friends, and then they were gone.  Some kids just
got up and ran crying from the classroom.  Another commercial plane crashed
in Pennsylvania.  People on the plane had called on cell phones to say hat
they had been hijacked.  A few minutes later, they evacuated the White
House. Some of the kids' cell phones were ringing, as parents tried to
reach their kids.

Fourth period ended, and went to lunch, but no lunch was served that day.
They had moved a big screen TV into the cafeteria.  As I walked in, I heard
the commentator say that all inbound flights were being diverted to Canada
and that fighter jets were told to shoot down any plane that refused to
land.  I thought of what Joey's parents must be feeling.  I worried about
how mama would react at the airport.  I could not imagine what was going on
at Tampa International.  She tended to panic in crises.  She did not have a
cell phone so there was not way that any of us could get in touch with her.
I hoped and prayed that she would be OK.  Joey came into the cafeteria and
saw me right away.  He had been crying because he was afraid that the plane
his parents were on might have been hijacked.  I put my arms around him and
told him that no overseas flight had been hijacked.  I hugged him, but I
was not alone.  Kids were holding on to each other all over.  Girls were
hugging girls, boys were hugging boys, girls and boys were hugging.  Some
teachers had five or six kids around them holding on for dear life.
Everyone was terrified.  I could see lots of cars lining up in front of the
school as waves of kids were being picked up by their parents.  As we sat
there holding each other, the split screens on the TV disappeared and we
saw the other World Trade Center building fall.  The giant antenna on top
just sorta floated down, again in slow motion, on top of a cloud of gray
smoke.  It was terrible.  I could not take it any more.  I told Joey that
we should get out of here and go home.  The school security officer first
tried to stop us in the parking lot, but he finally said, "Get the hell out
of here, kids. "Go home!"

When we got home, we sat in front of the TV, watching constantly, never
moving.  Over and over, over and over, we saw both those building collapse,
killing thousands and thousands of people.  The commentator said that maybe
five thousand people got killed when it happened.  Even the firemen who
were there trying to rescue people and fight the fire got caught when the
buildings collapsed.  No one really knew how many had died.  Papa walked in
just around 1 PM and sat next to us on the couch, never asking why we were
home from school.  He put his arm around both of us, never noticing that we
had our arms around each other. The President was talking from an air base
in Lousiana.  He said that it was a sneak attack just like Pearl Harbor,
and that we were gonna pay back the cowards who did it big time!  Papa said
later that the Coast Guard had ordered all commercial and private vessels
back to port.  A little later, the commentator on Fox News said that the
President was at another air base and that the Navy had dispatched aircraft
carriers and guided missile destroyers to New York and Washington and that
around the country, fighters, airborne radar and refueling planes had
scrambled. The North American Aerospace Defense Command had gone to its
highest alert.  As we clicked from news channel to news channel on the
satellite, looking for some new information, papa summed everything up,
"Boys, we are at war!"  Mama walked in at that moment in tears and holding
Theo's hand.  At first, Joey and I were afraid that the plane his parents
were on hand been hijacked too.  She sat down and told Joey his parents
were safe and that their flight had been diverted to Canada.  All of us sat
there with our arms around each other, crying partially for those who all
those who had died and partially out of fear.  No one seemed to know when
the next wave of attacks would come or where they would be.  By Eleven at
night, no new information was available.  The plane that had crashed in
Pennsylvania was hijacked but the passengers revolted and crashed the plane
rather than kill innocent people.  The news commentator said that they
thought the target for that plane had been the White House.  Everyone one
was exhausted, emotionally drained.

"Joey," mama said, "You are staying here tonight.  I took the folding bed
back to Mr. Zenakis and it is too late to go get it again.  You can either
sleep here on the couch or sleep with Dimi.  Whatever you want, dear.  Dimi
will let you wear his clothes to school tomorrow rather than have you
unpack again."

"I'm afraid to be alone.  I'm really scared.  I wanna sleep with Dimi
tonight,"Joey said sincerely.

"Mama do we really have to go to school tomorrow?  I want to stay home and
be safe." I begged because I was really afraid of what might happen
tomorrow, some of the news people had said this guy Bin Laden, who
everybody thought was behind it, might have nuclear bombs he got from the
Russians.

"Me too, please!" added Joey sincerely.

Mama looked at papa and he shook his head in agreement, and then she said
that we could stay home tomorrow.

We went up to my room to get ready for bed.  Joey turned on the TV and
continued to watch the news as we undressed. I was just about to turn down
the bed when mama knocked on the door frame and walked in with a pillow and
blanket for Joey.  We were standing there in our underpants and Joey was
embarrassed so he quickly covered himself with his T-shirt.  Fortunately,
neither of us was hard.  After what happened today, sex was the last thing
on our minds. After she turned down the bed she kissed me good night on the
forehead and then went over to Joey and kissed him too.  As she was closing
the door, she said that she knew we were frightened but that we should try
to sleep.  I got into bed and then Joey finally turned off the TV and got
into bed next to me.  We put our arms around each other and shortly began
to sob.  Joey suggested that it would be a good idea to pray for all the
people who got killed.  I agreed and we got up, knelt by the bed and prayed
out loud for them and then for all the kids that lost their parents.  We
got back in bed, kissed and held each other tightly.  We did not make love;
we cried and eventually fell asleep.

As it turned out, there really was no school the next day.  Seventy-five
percent of the student did not attend.  Everyone one was afraid what would
happen next.  The FBI was investigating Florida because some of the people
who flew those planes learned how to fly right at the airport where Costas
kept his private plane!  Everyone was waiting for the next attack to come.
Some said that the Russians had lost as many as one hundred suitcase
nuclear bombs and that Bin Laden had them.  Others said that the next
attack would be using germs.  Nobody knew what to do. Rather than wait for
flights to resume, Joey's parents rented a car and drove home.  Everyone
was glad to see them home safe.

On Friday, we had another problem to worry about.  There was a tropical
storm named Gabrielle coming ashore down near Fort Myers.  There was tons
of rain and wind and flooding.  Papa spent the day on the boat with his
crew making sure that it was safe.  He would not let me help because he
said it was too dangerous to be out in the storm.  We also had to rely on
only regular TV because the satellite TV would not work with the torrential
rains that were falling.  Some homes near us were flooded out.  Rather than
wait for flights to resume, Joey's parents rented a car and drove home.
Everyone was glad to see them home safe.  They let Joey stay with me until
they got settled back in their own place.  They had to have the water
turned back on and the telephone Most of all, all the luggage that they
brought back from Greece was still either in Canada or someplace else.
Joey was still sleeping in my bed because mama thought it was silly to
borrow the folding bed for a short time.

It was 10 PM and we were in my room watching TV, listening to all the
damage reports about Gabrielle. It was strange not to hear that much about
the terrorist attack, but local news was important with a tropical storm
raging and the local networks took care of local needs first.  I was on
line, trying to get in touch with a Greek kid, a friend of mine in New York
City. Everytime I called on the phone I got the message that all circuits
were busy.  As I tried calling him on messenger, my Letterbox program told
me that I had mail.  I previewed it and it was an email from Jimmy, a guy I
had chatted with off and on on MSN messenger.  He wanted to know if Joey
and I were OK with the storm and all that had happened.  He also wanted to
know if Joey's parents had gotten home safely.  He lives in Bonita Springs,
which is on the south side of the storm and was getting hit harder.  He was
one of the guys who wrote to me about the first story that I wrote and sent
to Boysworld and we became online friends.  I think he is older than he
says but he seems nice.  I emailed him back that we were OK, and that
Joey's parents had arrived safely.  Joey had just gotten into bed.  He had
closed and locked the bedroom door.  I looked over and he was laying on his
side with his head on his elbow, smiling.  He was naked and hard.  Just as
I started to turn off the computer the power went out.  I stood up,
undressed and got into bed.  By the time I undressed I was hard.  We held
each other for a while, kissed, then balloon sucked and then I laid between
his legs and placed my dick right along side his and he wrapped his legs
around mine and began rubbing the back of my thighs.  Soon my dick began
slipping wildly in the cum that I had put on my love's stomach. I reached
down and smeared my hand with some of it, licked it, and then kissed
him. While we still in an embrace, we rolled over so that he was on top.
He began a thrusting motion in a way that his balls and the space between
them and his asshole was rubbing the length of my dick.  As he felt my legs
beneath him stiffen, he thrusted faster, and soon my stomach was covered
with my cum.  He slid down, licked some up and kissed me. We then smeared
our class rings, our secret wedding bands, with each other's cum.and fell
asleep naked on top of each other with the fingers of both our hands
interlocked.

School was closed Monday for a teacher preparation day, so Joey and I spent
the day together kayaking out in the Gulf.  Even though there was no
school, we had to go to wrestling practice at 3 PM.  Rather than go all the
way home, I stayed at Joey's and we planned to go to practice from there.
There was no one home.  His mother worked as a volunteer at the hospital
and his father was at his company's law office in Tampa.  Joey and I sat on
the living room couch, watching the news as we had everyday since the
terrorist attack.  More and more, it looked like we were going to attack
Afghanistan where Bin Laden was.  As the news commentator rehashed
everything, we began kissing and soon Joey was on the living room floor
with his shorts and underwear off and his T-shirt hiked up over his neck.
I wanted him so bad that I did not bother to take my shorts and underpants
off.  I just dropped them and began dry-fucking him.  He had his legs
wrapped around me and was frantically rubbing the back of my thighs.  I
moaned loudly as I thrust faster and faster.  Joey began thrusting his hips
in time with me; I was just about to cum when I heard the front door open.
We had no place to hide.  We were out in the open, doing it.  In the
doorway stood Joey's father.  We were in plain view.  He saw everything.  I
could see the anger, the rage it in his face!  "Oxo!" he screamed as he ran
over and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me off his son.  He threw me
toward the door, again screaming as I have never heard anyone scream,
"Oxo," which is Greek for "Get Out!"  I was laying on the floor, my shorts
and underpants down. I had started to cry.  I stood up, started to pull
them up and he screamed again to get out or he would call the police.  I
ran from the house in terror.

It was the end.  I knew it.  I drove around town for hours, trying to
decide what to do.  I knew that by now my parents knew what I had done with
Joey.  I had nowhere to go so I eventually went home to what I knew would
be something horrible.  I walked in and both my parents were sitting there
waiting for me.  Papa had that look on his face; his rage was growing by
the second.  Mama had been crying and her voice trembled when she told me
to go to my room.  I went upstairs, closed the door, and sat on the edge of
my bed, crying.  I was terrified.  I had been sitting there and hour,
crying trembling with fear.  I finally undressed, got in bed, turned off
the light and pulled the blanket over me completely, as if I were trying to
hide from the world.

Without warning, the door flew off its hinges.  Papa had kicked it open and
turned on the light.  Screaming in Greek, he stormed to my bed and pulled
the blanket off me and lifted me from the bed by my hair.

"What have you done?  You have disgraced the family!  We trusted you and
this is how you behave?" he screamed only an inch from my face.

When I tried to answer, it only enraged him more.  He slapped me across the
face with such force that I though he broke my jaw.  I tried to answer
again and that only made him angrier.  He punched me in the stomach and
screamed at the top of his lungs, "pousda."  I doubled over and he grabbed
my hair and punched me in the face, again screaming "pousda."  Foolishly, I
tried to tell him I was sorry but black rage consumed him.  He took off his
garrison belt and began beating me relentlessly, screaming over and over
with each stroke of the belt, "pousda."  He gabbed me by the hair again,
tore my underpants off me, and grabbed my limp dick and almost lifted me
off the ground by it, screaming that this [meaning my dick] has committed a
sin beyond forgiveness, a sin against nature.  He spun me around by my dick
and threw me on the bed.  He began beating me everywhere with the garrison
belt.  This time the buckle end was hitting me with each stroke, cutting
into me.  I crawled off the bed and into the corner of the room and tried
to cover myself with my arms.  He continued beating me.  I could see a pool
of blood on the floor.  I was bleeding.  There was blood in my eyes and on
my hands.  I could see blood on my legs.  I could hear mama screaming in
the background for him to stop but he did not hear her.  Finally, she, I
guess in desperation, got between him and me, protecting me with her body.
Papa stopped, his hand hanging in mid-air, dropped the belt and stormed
from the room.  I still huddled in the corner covered in blood, my arms and
hands protecting my face and head.  She got down next to and pulled me into
her arms and held me tightly.  I was crying uncontrollably.  She sat on the
bed and drew me up onto her lap and, crying, tried to wipe the blood from
me with a pillowcase.  As hysterical as I was, I still felt shame, shame
that I was naked in front of my mother.  I tried to cover myself, but she
moved my hands away and proceeded to wipe the blood from that area too.
She took me into the bathroom and put me in shower, turned it on, and
washed me from head to toe.  All I could see what red water running down
the drain, but had never felt shame like I felt at that moment.

Mama dried me off in the shower. Some of the cuts were pretty bad.  She put
gauze pads over them but decided that she better take me to the emergency
room.  She dressed me the way she had done when I was a little kid.  She
opened the bureau drawer and got clean underpants and put them on me, a
fresh T-shirt, and shorts.  I was still crying and sobbing
uncontrollably. She called uncle Constantine, who is a detective here in
town, and he said he would meet us at the emergency room.  When we arrived,
he was already there and we got taken in right away.  I had a cut on my lip
that needed three stitches.  There were lacerations all over my stomach and
chest.  I was beginning to get a black eye.  The doctor was concerned about
soft tissue damage especially around my groin area, which was severely
brushed and cut.  Even my dick was black and blue. He was going to do
x-rays and some kind of scan to find out.  As he stitched my lip, he
commented that I must have made some real bad enemies to be beaten up by a
gang like that.  Uncle Constantine understood the situation and what had
happened with papa and had told the people in the hospital I had been
beaten up by unknown assailants probably associated with a gang.  While I
was alone in the treatment room, uncle Constantine came in and told me that
he had told the doctor that I was also forced to perform oral sex on one of
my assailants and that he wanted the doctor to do an HIV test on me and
also follow-up tests down the road.  He didn't seem upset.  Maybe it was
because he saw stuff like this all the time in his job.

I was out of school for a week, and I dreaded going back.  I had gotten one
email from Joey telling me that he was sorry about everything and that his
parents were sending to a school in Greece for teens with emotional
problems.  I answered his email, but he never replied.  I was not allowed
to drive Costas' Blazer to school.  I had to ride the bus.  I knew right
away when I got to the bus stop that the word had spread.  All the kids
looked at me real funny and would not talk to me.  When I went to my
locker, someone had put a letter "P" on it in white shoe polish.  I knew
what the "P" stood for, "Pousda."  It was the same in all classes.  The
looks were always the same.  Even the teachers knew and I got looks from
them too.  I could feel the tears building up in me.  I thought to myself,
"how can I take this every day, day after day?"  Lunch was perhaps the most
brutal of all.  I sat alone at a table, poking at my macaroni and cheese
with a fork.  Kids started beating their hands on their tables, and then, a
few and then a lot started chanting, "Dimi is gay!  Dimi is gay!  Dimi is
gay!" I ran out the door of the cafeteria, through the parking lot and off
school grounds.  I ran and ran and ran.  I didn't know where I was going
but I ran.

Eventually I ended up at home.  Nobody was there.  I could not find where
papa had put the keys to the Blazer.  I knew that I had to get away.  I
went to my room, opened the drawer of my desk and got my ATM card.  I knew
I would need money wherever I went.  As I closed the drawer, I saw it, the
lock of Joey's hair that I had cut off the first night, I took it and put
it in a mojo bag that I had made in scouts and put it around my neck.  I
lifted the desk blotter and took the key Costas had given me.  If I could
get to his place, I would be safe for a while because nobody knew I had the
key and he was in Crete.  I went to the ATM and withdrew all my funds,
$350.00, and began hitchhiking away from town.  I ended up at Lutz on Route
41.  From there I went to Providence, hitched down Route 17 to Punta Gorda
and back up Route 41 to Venice.  I arrived at Costas' house at four in the
morning.  His was the only house on the street so nobody saw me.  I entered
the alarm code he gave me, unlocked the door, and went in and turned the
alarm back on.  I went into his study which was in the middle of the house
and had no windows.  I closed the door and turned on the light, and fell
asleep on the couch there, holding Joey's lock of hair.

I woke up the next morning and realized that I was a kid on the run.
Everyone would be looking for me.  I turned on the TV and watched the 8 AM
news.  There was nothing about a runaway 17 year old boy.  I knew that I
could not stay at Costas' place indefinitely.  There wasn't much food in
the house and I had only the clothes I was wearing. Having money is no good
unless you can go out and spend it freely.  I decided I needed to hook up
with someone or get advice from someone.  I knew that Costas' phone was
still on because of the alarm system.  I tried calling his cell phone, but
I was told that it was not in service. Then I remembered Jimmy in Bonita
Springs.  I did not know his phone number but I did remember his email
address.  Costas used Satellite DSL, and he had it turned off while he was
away, but he did have a regular modem in his computer.  I dialed the 800
number to find local access numbers for my service and there was one right
in Venice.  I called that number and then went to my web-based email
service and sent Jimmy and email telling him what had happened.  I checked
every hour on the hour to see if I had gotten an answer.  I did nothing
else but pace the floor, cry, and watch the news.  I was really really
hurting and I wished I had taken my prescription painkillers with me when I
ran but it was too late for that now.  I found a bottle of ouzo in Costas'
liquor cabinet and that became my painkiller.

I received an answer from Jimmy at 11:45 PM that night.  He wanted to know
where I was in Venice.  He said that he would come and get me right away
and that it was about an hour and a half to Venice on the Interstate.  I
emailed him directions to the house and told him not to bang on the windows
or anything like that because of the alarm.  I said that I would be looking
for him and I would come out through the garage door.  I sat there in the
dark in a chair in front of a window, waiting.  At 1:30 AM an old pickup
truck pulled into the driveway.  I turned off the alarm and put it on 1
minute arm reset and went out through the garage to meet Jimmy face to face
for the first time.

"Hey, little brother, How you doin'" he said as he stuck his head out the
window.

"Get in quick so we can get movin'"

I hopped in and we were off.  Jimmy was a lot older than I thought, maybe
39 or even 40, but he was the only one I knew that I could have called.  He
seemed nice and really concerned about my safety.  He was really pissed at
papa for beating me up and even more pissed about uncle Constantine
covering it up.  I took us an hour and a half to get to his place, a
secluded trailer on a dirt road in Bonita Springs.  When we went inside the
trailer, he sat down in an old chair and said:

"Let me get a good look at you, Dimi.  Wow, you are one beautiful kid even
beaten up!"

I sat down on the couch, and groaned as I did so.  Jimmy asked me what was
wrong and I told him that I left my pain medicine at home when I ran and I
was hurting.  He went to the kitchen cabinet and got a bottle of whiskey
and two glasses, saying, "this is the second best pain medicine in the
world."  We drank a lot and after a while I could hardly stand let alone
talk.  Jimmy said that I had had enough and that is was time for bed.  He
took me into his bedroom and sat down on the bed.

"Let's see what you look really like," he said and began to undress me.  I
didn't want him to undress me, but I was so drunk that I really didn't
care.  He took off my shirt and kissed my nipples.  Then he opened the
night table drawer and took out a digital camera and took my picture. He
yanked down my shorts and pushed me over onto the bed and took another
picture of me with them half down.  He reached inside the opening in my
briefs and took out my dick and took another picture. He pulled down my
underpants and took a close-up of my dick.

"You are so hot, " he said as he began to suck my dick, pushing his tongue
inside my foreskin and chewing on it.

Even drunk, I began to get hard.  He sucked me for a little while longer,
then he pulled off my shorts and underpants completely and I was naked on
his bed.  He got up and took off all his clothes and got back on the bed.
He rolled me over on my stomach and grabbed my hips and pulled me up so I
was kneeling and pushed my head down and held it so my ass was up in the
air.  He spread my legs wide with his knees, and I yelled in pain when he
shoved his dick all the way into me with one violent thrust.  The bed
bounced and rattled as he fucked me and I moaned in real pain because he
was hurting me a lot.

"You're a good boy, Dimi."  I liked that a lot.

"I feel like shit,"I moaned and sobbed, "You fuckin; hurt me bad!  I wanna
leave!"

"You're ready for the first, best pain medicine," He joked, ignoring what I
said about leaving.  I was too drunk to get up let alone leave and he knew
it.

He walked out of the bedroom and returned with a plastic bag filled with
white power, a mirror and a straw.  Even drunk I knew what it was.  He put
a line on the mirror and told me to use the straw.  I was drunk and I
didn't care -- as long as it took away the pain.  I did it.  And I did it
again and again.  Almost immediately I was flying, stoned out for the first
time in my life.  The pain was gone.  I felt great like I was just
floating.  I looked up and there was a bunch guys in front of me.  They
were all naked and hard.  Soon I imagined I was sucking them and swallowing
their cum.  Then I had two dicks in my mouth at one time, while I had
another one up the ass.  One was sucking on me and biting hard on my
foreskin.  There was blood coming from it where his teeth and been.  They
were twisting me in all sorts of weird positions.  I thought one of them
was putting a little bat up my ass...like the ones they use in small meat
grinders. Then someone had his ass right up against my face and I was
rimming his asshole.  All this time, I kept seeing bright flashes of light,
and then I realized that Jimmy was taking pictures of everything.  I wasn't
dreaming!  All this was happening.  One after the other, they fucked me up
the ass.  And then they did a second round of fucking.  The camera kept
flashing all the while.

I woke up the next morning naked in bed with Jimmy. He was already awake
and rubbing my nipples.  I looked down at my dick.  There was dried blood
on the foreskin.  I had not been dreaming. But I was hurting bad, real bad.

"Do you want some more of that painkiller you had last night?" He laughed.

"Yes" I begged.

I don't know how long I spent in the trailer with Jimmy. Time had no
meaning for me anymore. Most of the time, I liked to be in my magical
world, floating.  Jimmy made sure that I always had all the painkiller I
needed.  Of course, each time I took it, soon afterwards, others appeared.
They were never the same guys.  There were different ones every time.  A
few times, kids my age and younger were there too doing stuff to me or I
was doing stuff to them.  Sometimes, they were tied up and I was beating
them or burning them with cigarettes.  Other times I was being beaten.  The
only constant through everything was the flashes of light from Jimmy's
camera.  Everyone started calling me Pretty Boy.  They told me that was my
name and I should always remember it and say it.

One morning I woke up and Jimmy was not naked in bed with me.  I got
scared.  I knew I needed my painkiller and he always gave it to me.  I
looked out the window and saw him loading his pickup truck.  He came in and
gave me a ragged pair of jeans, old sneakers, a sweatshirt, and a heavy
jacket and told me to get dressed because we were moving up north to
Virginia.  He gave me some painkiller and we left.  As we went north it got
colder and colder.  There was snow on the ground in Virginia, lots of it.
When we got to our new home, it was so cold, I was shivering.  It was a big
trailer in the woods.  We went inside and Jimmy put me in a room with
another boy and locked the door.  The kid was real good looking with blonde
hair and blue eyes and maybe sixteen years old, but he couldn't speak
English.  I think what he was speaking sounded like Russian.  Jimmy and
some other guy came into the room and gave us both our pain medicine.  He
gave it to us with needles and said that it would work faster that way.
They took off our clothes and took us into the big room.  There was only a
mattress on the floor and a lot of naked guys standing around real hard.
There were floodlights in the room and a big video camera and monitor. The
Russian boy and I did everything with each other.  We sucked and fucked.
He pissed in my mouth and ass.  He pulled my foreskin over my head and
chewed on it.  One time he put a big sausage in me and then ate it.
Another time all the guys standing around fucked us up the ass, one after
the other.  Then they put the Russian boy on all fours and spread his legs
wide and four of the guys held him down in that position.  I got underneath
him on my back and they held me too as I sucked him while he sucked me.
While we were sucking each other, they brought in a huge black dog and put
it on him and it started fucking him up the ass.  Even high, I knew it was
sick, but I would do anything for my painkiller.  I could see blood
beginning to ouze from boy's asshole and run down the inside of the his leg
as I sucked him and the dog fucked him madly. As the fucking became even
more violent, there was much more blood and drops of blood began spattering
on my shoulders, face and chest.  I knew the boy was in unbelievable agony
'cause he was digging his finger nails deep into my back, biting me as he
sucked, and struggling uselessly to break free from those holding him
down. I turned my head to the side once as I sucked him and I could see
part of his face as he sucked me. I could see unbelievable pain and terror
in his blue eyes that looked at me hysterically and helplessly. I heard a
choking, gurgling sound as he tried to scream in terror and pain, but they
held his head, pushing up and down on my dick.  Even though I was very
stoned, I knew the reality of what was happening over me and wondered if I
would be next. Then the lights went out and it was dark.

I woke up the next morning, and I was freezing.  I was naked and alone in
the trailer, still spattered with the other boy's blood.  I had pulled some
old blankets over me in the nighttime to stay warm.  Nobody was there.
Jimmy was not there with my painkiller.  I didn't know what to do. I needed
it real bad. The pain was getting worse by the minute.  I found my clothes
in the corner next to the Russian boy's, got dressed, and went outside to
look for Jimmy but I couldn't find him.  I put the Russian boy's sweatshirt
and jacket on top of mine, wrapped myself in the blanket and followed the
road that went away from the trailer, hoping to find him.  I didn't.  The
road led to another road.  I looked both ways and I couldn't see anyone or
anything.  There were no houses . . . just a road. I was alone. I wrapped
the blanket around me even tighter to stay warm and sat Indian-style
against a power pole and began to fall asleep.

"What the hell happened to this kid?  Kid, what are you doing out here?
What's your name?" Someone said, shaking me.  I looked up, almost still
asleep.  I had trouble focusing at first.  It was a policeman.

"My name is . ."  I said, faltered, and then stopped.

"What's your name?" he demanded.

I wanted to say "Pretty Boy" but I knew that wasn't it.

I tried to remember my name.  I tried real hard, but I couldn't remember so
I answered "I dunno."

"This kid is stoned out of his skull," I heard the policeman say.  "Let's
take him in."

The next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital.  Mama and papa were
sitting in chairs by my bed.  Mama was praying. There was another kid with
them; it was Theo, but he looked older.  Little by little, with a lot of
help from my family and psychiatrists I was able to put together what
happened to me.  I had run away eight months ago.  When the police found me
by the side of the road in Virginia, I was high and addicted to cocaine and
other drugs; I was malnourished and very ill. I had a bunch of infections.
They had to circumcise me because my foreskin looked like it had been
gnawed by an animal.  I had STD's, and worst of all, I tested positive for
HIV.  Because of my drug addition, I had gotten involved in doing
pornography to support my habit.  Althoough the police had no clues who the
people were I was with and there was no trailer or road where I said it
would be in Bonita Springs, they did find the Russian boy's body naked in
the woods, surrounded by red stained snow; I knew that what I had gone
through was real.

Eventually I was released from the hospital but had to continue counseling
and drug rehab but the best thing of all was going home. Mama and papa had
accepted that I was different and had learned to live with it.  I walked
around my room looking at everything like it was new to me.  I glanced at
the book still on my desk, "Dark Descent: The Evolution of Horror."  I
laughed out loud and said, "Yeah, right.  I know what horror really is!
It's what I know goes on behind those pictures and cameras now -- and it
ain't make-believe!"  As I sat on the edge of my bed, I began to cry.  I
was happy to be home.  I was happy to be alive after what I had gone
through.  Mama came into my room, sat down next to me and hugged me.  She
handed me something.  She said the police told her that I was holding it so
tightly when they put me in the car that they had trouble getting it away
from me.  It was my mojo bag, and it still contained that golden lock of
Joey's hair and his class ring with his name inscribed inside, our secret
wedding band.  She said that the police first thought that I was Joey when
they found me because of it. I didn't want to have any secrets ever again,
so I told her why it was so special to me.

"Dimi," mama said as she hugged me, "if it is meant to be, it is meant to
be.  We can never understand why things happen the way they do.  Maybe all
the bad was meant to be too so that your love will grow stronger.  Only
time will tell."

I would have to take my high school equivalency test to graduate, but that
was no big deal after all I had been through.  I was sitting in the living
room studying on my own when the phone rang.  Mama answered it and told me
that it was for me.

I walked over and took the phone and said hello.

"Hey, Dimi dude, wazzup?" was what I heard.

It was Joey calling from Greece! I began crying with delight when I heard
his voice.  He too had worked it out with his parents; they were not
completely happy about his orientation but a psychiatrist had convinced
them that it was in their son's best interests to accept what is rather
than demand what was impossible.  It felt so good to talk to him.  His
parents had told him what I had gone through so I didn't have to relive the
nightmare by telling him what I had been through.  I got two additional
surprises that day; mama and papa told me after the call that they had
booked me on a flight to Greece on August 5 of this year so I could be with
Joey and come back from Greece with him when he returned in September.
Joey's father also called in some big favors and we will be both attending
FSU in September 2003. I sat down on the couch again, took my majo bag from
around my neck, and put Joey's ring on the ring finger of my left hand
again and smiled.