Another Solar Fox Original
                              THE PARTY

 The party was dull and boring. I really didn't know why I went,
 except to see what kind of dudes showed up. It basically depressed
 me, Eric's eighteenth birthday party. I should have known that the
 fish were going to make the scene with the dudes, and that there
 would be booze and grass (neither am I that fond of, but I'll drink
 a beer occasionally). My name is Chris, and I'm seventeen. I have
 brown hair and brown eyes. Eric is a friend of my brother, Todd, and
 I was invited to the party too. Now that I've got you TOTALLY
 confused, let me tell you a little more about myself.

 I'm a little depressed and a little groggy right now, but I guess
 maybe you can tell that I wasn't too crazy about all the girls that
 showed up at the party.  Yeah, yeah. So I'm a homo. I don't think
 that's really a big deal. My brother, on the other hand, may think
 I'm a psycho if he found out. Before I really get going, let me tell
 you I weigh about 170 and I stand about 5' 9", so I'm not really a
 big dude. Todd is, but Todd's another story. If Todd were telling
 this story, it would never be.

 Yeah, it would too. It'd be plagued with females and cunts and tits
 and all that bullshit that guys like him get into. All you would
 hear about would be breasts, and thighs. Hell.. I'd just as soon he
 be talking about fried chicken.  That really was a shitty party last
 night, but I don't wish I hadn't gone. It had a twist to it that I
 didn't expect. Yeah, there were girls and all. The party lasted all
 night, and there are still people there now that drank and smoked
 too much and passed out, including my brother. He's really got
 problems.  But, you think if he heard me say what I thought was
 normal, he'd think I had problems? Hell yeah! So, I really haven't
 told him. I don't know that I will.  I cut out of the front door
 about 10 last night. At least I had thought enough in advance to
 take my own car, a blue Chevy Nova. It's really been a cool rod..
 heh. So I go out the door and head for my car, right? There's this
 dude on the front lawn, practically in the dark. At first I thought
 he was drunk, and had someone with him. But he wasn't, he was all
 alone and he was just sitting in a lawn chair under a tree. "Yo," he
 says to me, "What's up?" he really didn't sound angry or anything,
 just drunk, maybe. I asked and he said he had just gotten there a
 few minutes ago and he hadn't had anything to drink, so that ruled
 that out.

 "Who're you?" I asked.

 "Kerry Bridges," he answered back.

 "Yeah! I know you! You're in my geometry class! I'm Chris Adams.."

 "Chris! Cool! You goin' in?"

 "Man, I've already BEEN in. That's just not my kind of party in
 there," I said.

 "It's not mine either."

 Whoa, I thought. Why was he here then? Was he forced to come with his
 older sister, Tanya?

 "No, Tonya's not here. She's gone to Seattle for the summer."

 I knew he didn't have any older brothers either, that would be here.
 His younger brother, Timothy, was just 10 and he was probably at
 home and in bed at this hour.

 "Well, I'm just... scoping the party," he said. "I just wanted to see
 who were party-goers and who wasn't."

 "Want a beer or anything?" I asked, offering to go BACK inside that
 mob bopping around and get him one if he wanted.

 "Naah.. that's okay. Wanna go for a walk?" Kerry offered.

 "Uh.. did you drive here?" I asked.

 "Nope. You know I don't have a car. My dad took it away when I got
 that damn speeding ticket."

 "Oh, yeah.. you were trying to out-run that train at the crossing.."

 "Don't remind me. That was so stupid! I swear I'll never do that
 kinda shit again!"

 "Yeah.. you've already said that a million times.."

 Kerry was cool. Personally, I thought he was cute, but I never saw
 him hangin' around with the girls. I saw Todd come out the door. I
 wanted to find out where he was going, leaving at this hour? No.. I
 tried to make it appear as though I were heading back in, from way
 up the sidewalk so I could, for some reason, divert attention from
 Kerry even being there.

 "Yo.. where you goin'?" I asked Todd.

 "To get some more cigarettes. You wanna go with me?"

 "Naah.. that's okay, I'll pass.."

 "Well go on back in there, man. It's a hell of a show in there. You
 missed Rhonda.. she took off her bra!"

 "Yeah, yeah..." and Todd was on his way. he cranked his car, revved
 the motor several times, and 'scratched off'. I went back to the
 tree where Kerry was sitting. "Hey Kerry, you wanna blow this pop
 stand?"

 "You got wheels, dude?"

 "Yeah.. right out there," I said, pointing toward my car.

 "Sure!" he replied, and we went to the car and got in. Like I was
 saying, Kerry was really a cute guy. The only time I really saw him
 was after school sometimes, in geometry, and occasionally switching
 classes. He was looking no less snappy tonight, wearing faded blue
 jeans and a blue jean jacket. He took it off when we got in the car,
 showing me a beautiful pink tank top. He was six months younger than
 me, and he really seemed more like a brother to me than Todd, even
 though Kerry and I had never talked about... well.. gay things. He
 really didn't know about me, of course I really didn't know about
 him either.

 We got up to the corner and stopped at a stopsign. "Anywhere you had
 in mind to go, or ya just wanna go anywhere?" I asked.

 "Anywhere you point the car is fine with me," he said, "as long as it
 isn't my driveway."

 "Well, I wouldn't do that to you," I assured him. "How old is Timothy
 now?" I asked, trying to keep the subject of guys going now.

 "Oh, he's ten. He'll be eleven in October."

 "Ahh.." I said.

 "Why?"

 "Just wondered.. just met him once. Seems cool.."

 "Yeah? He is.. gets in my stuff all the time.. of course, I don't
 mind.."

 Gets in his stuff all the time? What KIND of stuff, I wondered...

 I wanted to talk to Kerry, but the traffic here on Main St. was so
 bad that I had to concentrate on the traffic. At the same time, I
 knew my parents didn't give a shit where I was because they were
 asleep and thought I was at the party with Todd.. and Todd would be
 too blitzed soon to give a fuck anyway.. so..  yeah.

 "Friday night, dude. This traffic is a bummer," Kerry commented.

 "Yeah, it is. I know some great places to go though."

 "Oh? Cool.. quiet places?"

 "Yeah. Try dead."

 "Yeah. That would work," Kerry said. "We need somewhere to talk."

 "Huh?" I thought I had heard Kerry say 'we need somewhere to talk.'
 That was what I had just been thinking. He couldn't be reading my
 mind, could he?  I pulled off the main road and hit the interstate.

 "Jesus Christ, Chris! Talk about out of the frying pan into the
 fire!"

 "Take it easy, dude.. it's okay.. just a few miles.." I headed North
 on the interstate to a smaller town. There was a certain street that
 I knew of just up the highway that had a 'DEAD END' sign up.. it
 DEAD ENDed alright, but certainly not in the 'traditional' manner.

 Chris calmed down. I think he just wasn't ready to go from a
 bumper-to-bumper main drag with fast-food joints open to all hours
 of the night, to four lanes going each way and semi's every few
 feet.

 Well, we peeled off the interstate after going several miles. The
 exit ramp was desolate, the only car in sight was a green Buick Le
 Sabre in front of us, and it faded off quickly. The only building in
 sight here was a Union 76 station that was closed. Shit, good
 reminder, I thought, looking quickly at my gas gauge. Half a tank.
 Not that a closed station was any better than a non-existent one,
 but still... I looked at Kerry.

 "Where is this?" he asked.

 "I have no earthly idea," I jested.

 "What?!"

 "Just joshing. We're close to Beaumont."

 "Oh. Never been to Beaumont.."

 "You have now," I said.

 There was a car coming down the ramp behind me, so I proceeded to
 make my left turn after this longer-than-necessary stop at the stop
 sign. Maybe I just wanted to make sure the road was clear for the
 next 47 miles.

 I expected to hear at least one, "how much further is it?" but I
 didn't. He put in one of my Def Leppard tapes and we jammed a little
 to it. I started to worry; he had it cranked a little loud. I wasn't
 worried about either of our hearing, I was just worried that he was
 nervous about something and he suddenly didn't want to talk about
 it, but rather wanted to try to listen to the music to forget about
 it. I kept looking at all three mirrors and occasionally glanced
 over at him. I didn't know if he noticed my boner or not, I kinda
 doubted it since it was so dark in the car to see anything really
 except the dash, and there weren't any street lights. But that was
 okay by me.

 After one song, "Animal," he turned the player down and then off. I
 was sort of relieved. Actually it was a good thing he did; I was
 surprised I wasn't caught or at least that he hadn't said anything;
 my speedometer read 80 miles an hour just prior to that song
 stopping, and I have no real idea how long I was going that fast.
 "Nice car," he commented. "Yeah,", I said, "but I kinda wasn't
 watching my speed.."

 "Oh? Well, I was just jammin'," he said. I told him I was too,
 really. Actually I was in a hurry to get to that spot. It was still
 about five more miles. But now I was doing 55 again like a good
 little boy, and it was nice and quiet.  I thought I might get
 started early and see what kinda answers I got from him, so I could
 see if we were thinking alike in all respects.

 "Hey Kerry..?"

 "Yeah?"

 "You.. got any hair under your arms?"

 Hell, if he thought I was sissy about something like that, and I
 started talking about his dick, my God, watch out for falling
 debris!

 He smiled slightly. "Well, YEAH, I got some hair under my arms," he
 said as though he were proud of it. He didn't sound shy about it.
 But he did say it like I should have known better. I guess I was
 getting a little unsure then.  But a few moments later, "you.. got
 any hair around your dick?" he asked me.  Maybe I'd hit the jackpot
 after all.

 "Yeah, got some around my dick and balls. Do you?"

 "Yeah.." he answered, a little more uniformly. He giggled a little
 now.

 "Heheh.. in fact, this is gonna sound gay, but it's a little hard.."
 I took full advantage of that.

 "Mine's more than a LITTLE hard."

 "Is it?"

 "Yeah.. it's cramped up in these fuckin' shorts.." I said. I never
 grinned at all. I managed to keep full seriousness to my voice the
 entire time. When I told him that I was cramped, I bit my teeth over
 my lower lip as I tried to reposition myself, less than a mile from
 our destination now. There was a putrid smell in the air. I looked
 around. Kerry giggled.. "I cut a fart," he said. I looked even more
 stern. "I-I'm sorry," he said, continuing to giggle.  Then he cut
 another one and I heard it. He laughed at it too. It really didn't
 bother me that he was farting, just the damn smell. He did have a
 window down which helped immensely.

 I laughed back at him. "What is it?" he asked.

 "All your fuckin' farts!" I said, giggling and turning onto the 'DEAD
 END' street.

 "You know somebody down here?" he asked.

 "Just.. watch."

 I went down the dead-end street, which was pavement for about a
 quarter of a mile. Then I made a left turn. I always wondered why
 Georgia Power had a substation at the end of this road. Anyway,
 there was what looked like a small driveway that led beside the
 substation, you know, where work vehicles parked.  Actually, that's
 what it was for. But if you pulled on up behind the substation, it
 turned into a dirt road that led beside a creek... and woods.  How
 did I know about this? My dad works for the power company, not with
 lines anymore, he used to, but now he's in an office. I came with
 him once down here for the hell of it, and while he spent all day
 once getting this substation in working order after a MASSIVE
 lightning strike, I wandered around. No houses for miles, and since
 I had all day, I spent a little time on the road. He didn't care. I
 found out that it seemed to go on forever. I had to quit before I
 actually got to the end of it. I came back one day once I started
 driving, and it does go for about five miles and just stops. I
 clocked it. It ends at a railroad track on the other side of a large
 creek.

 I drove down it about 2 miles and stopped. "I do believe this is far
 enough in," I said.

 "Where is this?"

 "Nowheresville. This place is ours. No houses, no Coke machines, no
 pay phones.  But I do have some Cokes in a cooler."

 "That's okay," he said. "Is it.. kosher for me to get out and stretch
 my legs?"

 "Yeah! There's not a soul for miles!"

 "Are you sure? This isn't some kinda hunting ground or anything is
 it?"

 "No way!"

 "Okay," he said slowly, opened his door and got out. So did I. All we
 could hear were some crickets and a few frogs down close to the
 creek. Then I started worrying about the possibility of mosquitoes,
 but I can tell you now we never got bitten all night.

 We stood at the edge of the creek, which was to one side of the road.
 Woods were to the other. True, there could be some deer in here, but
 I didn't think so. Even if there were it wouldn't bother me because
 we weren't into that sort of sport. We both agreed it was "too
 redneck". We sat now in the pale moonlight near a large oak tree a
 few feet from the creek. I offered him a Coke again because I was
 going to get one. He gladly accepted.

 "Kerry," I asked, "can I feel the hair under your arms?" knowing that
 I had direct access to it through his tank top. "Well, sure!" he
 said, lifting an arm. Just this little acceptance made my cock go
 wild, being a little afraid to pursue this much further just yet.
 His hair felt cool, about like mine did. I rubbed his underarm, and
 consequently, I moved the hand and rubbed his back.  "Damn," he
 said, "that feels good.

 "I removed my shirt. He felt of my chest. "Kerry, you know.. there's
 something I've always wanted to tell you.."

 "What's that, dude?"

 "You're cool as shit."

 "Well, thanks dude, you are too.."

 "Yeah? Well.. listen man, my dick's too cramped in this bullshit. I'm
 just going to have to let it out. It's about to explode."

 "Know whatcha mean, man. I think I will too."

 He took off his clothes, and he was as stiff as I was. He had been
 pre-cumming a little as I had, too.

 I wanted to get him to verbally tell me about it. "Kerry, is it
 hard?"

 "Yeah dude, it is.. real hard."

 "Well, you can tell me about it if you want to.."

 "Well, it's about six inches long I guess."

 "You got a lot of hair around it?" I asked.

 "Well, you can feel it if you want," he said. I did. I took a clamp
 on it as though I were going to jack him off, and then I did jack
 his pole a few times.

 "Oh, please don't stop," he moaned, "that felt good."

 "Okay.. I'll go you one better," I said, realizing that he didn't
 mind me feeling him after all. I bent down and sucked him. He did
 have a nice mean pecker, and it wasn't long until he fed me his hot
 jism. "Oh damn... that was great!" he said. Then I ran my hands up
 from his cock area to his stomach, to his chest, and stopped at his
 tits. I felt them with my finger. They were stiff and tall. He was
 smiling. "Damn Chris, you are a real stud.." he said.

 "You are too," I said. "It's wild that you let me do that just now."

 "Yeah, but was it as fun for you as it was for me?"

 "Better. Better because now I might.. think that you'd.. let me do it
 to you again sometime?"

 "Chris.. if you only knew how hard you make me in geometry.. you make
 me harder than the problems!

 I chuckled. "Well dude, you make me just as hard."

 "Want me to suck you off?" he offered.

 "Would that bother you?"

 "No.. heh.. can you keep a REAL BIG secret?"

 "Yeah.. anything!" I assured him.

 "I suck Timothy all the time. He loves it. He's a little faggot too!"

 "Shew!" "Does he have any friends?"

 "Not really.. right now it's mainly just me and him.. we sleep in the
 same room and everything. Why don't you come over sometime, and we
 can talk and do some shit together?"

 "Yeah, that'd be cool.."

 "Yeah.. it would."

 He put his hand on my arm, ran it over onto my chest and felt of my
 body. "I gotta admit, that was cool," he said.

 "What?" I asked.

 "Asking if I had any hair under my arms.."

 "Yeah," I agreed, "I didn't know where else to start!"

 We burst out laughing. He ran his hands on my stomach and it gave me
 goosebumps. He even felt my goosebumps. "Cool! Do I turn you on that
 much?"

 "You sure as shit do!"

 "Fuck!" he grasped my dick eagerly and bent down and sucked it
 feverishly. With his fury, I pumped shot after shot of my hot jism
 into his mouth in less than a minute. He really did something to me.
 He licked his lips. "You know, I was just wondering.. is Todd gay?"
 he asked.

 "No, Todd's at that party. He's straight as hell. Always has been."

 Guess I haven't told you this, but Todd is eighteen. If he were to
 become gay after all this, they'd have to commit me.

 He rubbed my back now, as I had rubbed his earlier. We sipped our
 Cokes. "God, that was a cool wad you shot," he finally said.

 Then I asked a burning question. "Kerry, do you and Timothy.. ever
 buttfuck?"

 "He buttfucks me. I don't buttfuck him, he says it hurts too much.
 Maybe soon.."

 "Ahh.."

 "Yeah, so me and you.. we're fags," Kerry stated. "Yeah, we are. And
 before now, we had no idea!"

 "Nope. I knew I was, though," said Kerry. I rubbed his legs. He felt
 so neat.

 "Kerry, can I.. kiss you?"

 "Sure! I wasn't sure if you liked being kissed or not, so I never
 really did anything.." he said.

 We kissed, passionately. We held each other close. We stayed there
 kissing and making love until about 3 am. Then we got back wearily
 in the car and I managed to get Kerry and I home without getting a
 ticket.

 I'm going over to Kerry's house later today to meet Tim again. He is
 really cute.

 Todd just got home and he is in the kitchen. I need to go so I can
 talk to him.  Well, that was interesting, picture this scene. Todd
 is in the kitchen in nothing but his jockeys, fixing a bowl of
 cereal.  As he bends over to put the box of cereal back in the
 cabinet, the head of his cock appears above the elastic. He doesn't
 know it or even realize he's on the boner. God I worry about him
 with that grass and shit like he had last night at the party!
 Christ.  Anyway, he stands there after he pours milk on the cereal,
 turns around and faces me, hands behind his back, kinda smirking,
 with that head sticking up, saying, "what's up?" and belching.

 "Not much, 'cept my dick," I answered, aware that he was probably
 still a nice zonk from last night.

 "That's cool," he said. "How big is it?"

 "About six. How big is yours?"

 ... and he drops his drawers and shows me his pole. Thank God mom and
 dad were still in bed asleep! Geeze, Todd had about eight inches! I
 felt it and he wanted to feel mine, I let him. Then I told him
 outright that I didn't care about Rhonda last night because I was a
 fag. "Well," he joked, "you didn't miss anything. I don't really
 like her either."

 "Damn, did you have a bad party?" I asked, helping him back into his
 shorts in case mom and dad came into the kitchen.

 "It was pretty shitty." Funny, it was like either he bought my big
 about being a fag, or he was too zonked to give a damn, I wasn't
 sure which. I led him to my room rather than his, and let him lay on
 my bed.

 I sat beside him in a chair for an hour. He woke up then, and he
 seemed "normal." He looked up at me. "You're.. a fag, aren't you?"
 he said. It had clicked.

 "Yeah Todd. I'm a queer."

 "Well, there's nothing wrong with that."

 "You don't think so?"

 "No! Roger Anderson is gay. You didn't know we were best friends?"

 Shit no, I didn't!!!! Is my brother bi?

 "Hey Christopher, can I see your snake?"

 "Sure!" I said, whipping my bad boy out. He looked at it and asked to
 feel it, of course I let him. It wanted to get stiff, I let it and
 didn't try to hold back. Todd was being too gentle.

 "Jesus, Mary, Joseph! I didn't know you had so much!" he said, taking
 his underwear off.

 "Well, I didn't know you liked it, or I'd of let you see it sooner."
 "Chris, to be honest, I didn't like it until I started hanging out
 with Roger last quarter. But I had no idea you.."

 He stopped. He looked at me like he wanted something.

 "What is it?" I asked.

 "Well, nothing man. This is very over your head..."

 "Try me," I suggested.

 "This is mega-off-the-wall.."

 "So? I'm a mega-off-the-wall person," I said.

 He paused. "Have you ever.. been butt-fucked before?"

 I smiled. "Yep." I had too. This had been about two years ago, but
 while spending the night with Max Fletcher, a friend of mine then,
 he had done it to me and I loved it. I never wanted it to end!

 "Well, dude... Rhonda didn't put out last night.. and I just kinda
 feel.."

 "Yeah. Sorry." Maybe he was trying to sort out our differences. I
 don't know.  But if he was torn between Roger and Rhonda, I was
 afraid I couldn't do a lot for him. I started going off my boner
 just a little. I was afraid he was going to start rubbing my face in
 Rhonda.

 Still, I let him try buttfucking me. It worked well for us both and I
 could feel the shots fire off in my ass that were probably intended
 for Rhonda. Yeah.  Wait til he got some girl pregnant. Then maybe
 he'd worry a little about it.  He pulled out, he smiled at me. He
 hugged me, I hugged him back. Then I really beamed at him as he
 turned to go take a shower; he told me that he would never have
 anything else to do with women and that when he got out of the
 shower he wanted to feel my penis again. Just as he started the
 water he cut it off, came back out and said, "what the hell you
 waiting for, Chris? You gonna shower with your big brother or not??"

 I told him I was going over to Kerry's later and he wanted to know if
 he could come too. I told him "by all means."

 Arriving at the Bridges' house, I began to wonder what Kerry's
 reaction was going to be when he saw me with Todd, whom I had gone
 into great detail about with Kerry as to his sexual desires. Kerry's
 expression was one of awe, and he quickly ushered me into the
 kitchen and asked me why Todd had come. I told him and he almost
 fainted!

 We all went into Kerry's bedroom, got to know each other, and we all
 got naked and had all kinds of fun. Still it was so hard to believe
 that not only was Todd so accepting of me... but he was gay too now!
 Hot damn!

 Timothy was really cute. Kerry locked the bedroom door as he
 undressed Tim; Tim liked Kerry to do that and it made his little
 dick even harder to feel Kerry undress him. "Oh God, that makes me
 so horny," Timmy confessed. He liked Kerry to call him "Timmy", so
 we all got in that habit. Looking at all us naked really got him
 hot, and Kerry was really impressed with the size of Todd's
 man-cock. But, what Todd said that REALLY got us all started was,
 "You might not believe this, dudes... but I see more cock in here in
 this room right now than I saw in that entire party last night!!"

 I was stunned. "You went there looking for cock?"

 "I dunno Chris. Until I had that meeting with you this morning, I
 wasn't sure what I was looking for. Now I've found it."

                               THE END