Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2009 22:12:28 +0000
From: rich h <palouse1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Seal Rocks Part 26

Here, after some delay (for which I apologize) is the next chapter of the
story.  The usual disclaimers apply - no resemblance to any real person,
settings may be real but used only for background and not implying the
people who own or run any of them approve of this sort of story, all
rights preserved, yada yada yada.  Thanks to everyone who's written and
said nice things  about the story, I do appreciate it greatly.


Seal Rocks Part 26


	Erick was in no mood to talk.  He answered Jesse's call only long
enough to mutter something about letting him fucking sleep, then hung up.
Satisfied that at least he wasn't dead, Jesse let it go.  He kept to his
room, however, until he heard Brent and Ben leave for the beach several
minutes later (Ben having taken the day off).  He was worried about what
Brent might say to his brother, though he rationalized that their encounter
had been brief enough that Brent probably hadn't made all the connections -
just a "haven't I seen you somewhere" sort of thing.  He was, nonetheless,
wary of seeing Brent again.  Once he was confident he was alone, he cleaned
up and rode down the hill.

	Mike was still asleep.  Jesse peered in through the open window of
his room -- the same window he'd looked through that first day that now
seemed so long ago.  He had a father than, Jesse thought, and he was
normal, and he wasn't plastered all over the Web as some sort of porn star,
and his father wasn't queer, and Uncle Booth was just a family friend.  And
Tina was alive.  That, as much as anything, made him swallow hard as he
looked down on the fine pattern of Mike's dark hair, fanning out across the
pillow away from his soft sleeping face.

	He slipped in the back door, stripping off his shirt as he sat on
Mike's computer chair, and spent the several minutes watching Mike sleep.
He was snoring softly through slightly parted full lips, and his eyebrows
and eyelashes were twitching slightly as he dreamed.  Does he dream about
me, Jesse wondered, and is it a good dream -- one filled with love and
recollections of their good times and the joy they shared?  Or was it a
dream of doing porn, of being fucked by strangers, of being fondled and
ogled by random perverts and accosted on the street and recognized in your
own house?  He sighed and leaned forward, the vinyl of Mike's chair peeling
away from his back with a soft tearing hiss.

	Then Mike rolled slightly, groaned, and started lazily humping
himself against the mattress.  Jesse giggled softly -- oh, that sort of
dream -- and knelt by the bed.  He lifted the sheet carefully.  Mike
wasn't all the way onto his stomach, so it was easy for Jesse to reach
beneath him and fondle his erection.  Mike responded by sighing and rolling
more onto his back, still sleeping, his legs opening slowly as he went.
Within a minute Mike had turned completely on his back, still snoring, and
moving his hips subtly in time to Jesse's strokes.

	Emboldened, Jesse leaned in and started licking the head of Mike's
cock.  He sighed deeply, his hips movements growing more pronounced as
Jesse began sucking him more in earnest.  After about five minutes as soft
voice croaked, "Don' stop, Jes."

	Jesse looked up.  Mike's eyes were still closed, but he wore a
slight curling smile.  Taking that as encouragement, Jesse increased the
tempo, reaching to fondle Mike's balls, and even further below.  Mike's
hand fell lazily atop Jesse's head, fingers tangling in his hair, and
pressed down.  Jesse found his goal and pushed his index finger slowly
inside, getting an arching reaction that was thrilling.  Mike took three
deep breaths, groaned, "Oh, shit, Jes," and came, a thick flood of semen
that Jesse gulped down greedily.  When Mike pushed his head away with a
shudder, Jesse stood, sliding his boardshorts down, and rolled Mike into a
ball, mounting him.  He was conscious as he moved of how unusually quiet he
was being, how peaceful it felt to be hard and curled around Mike, and
inside him, smelling his smell and feeling his jerky responsive movements.
Mike's hands ran again through his hair.  "Jes," he whispered.

	They lay together afterwards, grinning sleepily at each other and
caressing.  The room was stuffy.  Mike's skin was a bit sticky from the
heat and their sex; Jesse leaned in periodically to taste it.  Mike hummed
appreciatively.

	The ring of Jesse's cell phone startled them out of their reverie.
Erick sounded half awake at best, croaky.  "Why th' fuck'd you call me so
early?"

	Jesse laughed in spite of himself, rolling to spoon against Mike's
chest.  "Just making sure you were alive, dude.  Head feel good this
morning?"

	"Shit," Erick groaned, "I feel so fuckin' poor."  Jesse felt Mike's
breath, as he laughed, tickling his shoulder.

	"So, um, no, like, training or anything today?"  There were a ton
of questions Jesse wanted to ask, but he knew he should do it face to face,
and he wondered if Erick was up to such a discussion at the moment in any
event.

	To his surprise, Erick Laughed -- a clear childlike laugh of the
sort he hadn't heard from any of his friends in a long time -- and seemed
to perk up.  "No need anymore.  I got `em, dude.  By the balls, every one."
Jesse had no idea what he was talking about; it seemed like he was still
drunk.  "Lemme clean up.  You at home?"

	"No, at Mike's."

	"Yo Erick!!"  Mike shouted, making Jesse cringe slightly -- he
was right next to Jesse's ear when he yelled.

	He heard Erick chuckle.  "Damn, don' you guys ever like rest?"
Jesse heard him stretch loudly.  "Gimme like 30, I'll have my mom drop me
off, `K?"  He clicked off.

	Jesse turned to look at Mike.  "You hear that?"

	Mike nodded, his eyes half closed, his hand sliding across Jesse's
stomach.  He leaned forward and kissed Jesse for a long second.  "Yeah," he
whispered.  "We got half an hour."  He tried lifting Jesse's leg up,
pushing his hips forward.

	"Christ," Jesse muttered, rolling onto his back as they began anew.
He bit his lip to keep quiet for several minutes, then gave up with a deep
groaning sigh.

	They were dressed and at least nominally cleaned up by the time
Erick arrived, but still flushed and slightly shaky -- at least Jesse
was.  For someone in the apparent throes of a major tequila hangover, Erick
looked surprisingly chipper.  He tossed his backpack onto a chair and
flopped onto the couch next to them.  "God, you guys are like fuckin'
rabbits.  I man look atcha -- not even ten yet and you're both like sexed
out already."

	Unable to suppress his grin at being busted, Jesse stretched. Mike
unconsciously slid a hand across the strip of Jesse's stomach that appeared
below his T shirt.  "So, how about you?"  Mike asked.  "You alive?  You
sounded pretty wasted last night."

	Erick shrugged.  "Yeah kind of.  Some of it was for show, though."

        Jesse noticed the mark on Erick's neck again.  He leaned forward.
"OK, dude, what exactly the fuck are you doing hanging with Taylor again
like that?  Are you OK?  I mean, um, he didn't -- you didn't like, uh
-- "

        "Better fuckin' believe it," Erick snarled, and now his bouncy mood
was tinged with a feral glee.  "He spent half the day fuckin' my brains
out."

        Jesse glanced at Mike, who looked as alarmed as Jesse felt.
"Erick, what the fuck -- "
        "We went down to San O.  My idea.  Someplace we could work all
alone, y'know?  And we worked, all right.  Wanna see the pictures?"

        Jesse felt sick even before Erick pulled the manila envelope from
his backpack.  "Oh Jesus, Erick."

        Erick smiled brilliantly.  "No, Jes, this is like perfect, don't
you see?  I mean look at this shit."

        They looked.  Almost every picture was of Taylor doing something to
Erick -- fucking his mouth, fucking his ass, pressing his stubbly face
into the hollow of Eric's throat, tying his hands with a board leash to
immobilize him against further assault, twisting him into various weird and
contorted submissive positions to penetrate him yet again.  In all the
pictures, Erick's expression, while often pained, was detatched, almost
placid.  The pictures were from above and behind -- the top of the bluff,
obviously -- but zoomed in, extremely detailed.  Watching the boys
looking through the pictures, and seeing their horror, Erick started
giggling maniacally.  "Doncha see?  I got `em!!"  He pulled a paper from
the envelope -- a contract from Voyeur Video, with Ernie's signature
already on it.

        Jesse felt ill; Mike's face mirrored his feelings.  But Erick was
triumphant.  "Dude," Mike said softly, "this isn't good.  Trust me, OK?
You don't wanna do this.  I mean, we did -- it's not like we're like
proud of it or anything.  Don't you know that?  It, it's just not good, OK?
Fuckin' sick, a lot of it.  Please . . ."

        Erick's laughter faded.  "You don't get it."  He threw his hands up
theatrically.  "You fucking don't get it!!!"  He squatted before them and
held up a particularly graphic picture of himself being penetrated by
Taylor.  "You know what this is?"

        "It's fucking porn, Erick.  They'll have it on the Web and shit in
like an hour -- "

        "Wrong."  He stood, arm outstretched, regarding the photo.  "This,
dudes, is child molestation.  This is a picture of a forty something year
old fucking pervert having sex with a fifteen year old boy.  Forced sex,"
he added, pointing to the leash tying his wrists in the picture.  "This is
Registered Sex Offender city, right here.  And this," he continued, waving
the Voyeur contract, "is trafficking in kiddy porn.  This is the admission
of the guy who took the pictures that he didn't just take `em, but that he
did it to sell `em."  He slapped both back down on the coffee table and
held his arms out.  "Doncha see, I got `em!  I got all of `em!!"

        Jesse stared at him, horrified.  "Bait."  He stood and shoved Erick
in the chest, furious.  "Fucking shit, Erick d'you know how fucking stupid
and dangerous and -- Jesus fucking Christ, dude, they coulda like hurt
you or killed you or something!  They still might!!  Mike, . . . "  Jesse
turned to him for support.

        Mike was staring at the coffee table a grin slowly spreading across
his face.  He looked up at Erick.  "Us too?"

        Erick's smile grew even broader, if that was possible.  "Yup,
that's my price.  All assholes out, permanently."

        Jesse turned between them, his eyes wild.  "Mike, this is not cool!
He -- he's like caught -- "

        "No, Jes." Mike said, scrambling to his feet.  "They are."  He and
Erick looked at each other for a long second, then hurtled into each
other's arms, clinging desperately together.  "Dude, this is too much.
This was like dangerous, and all."

        Erick's face was pressed against Mike's shoulder.  "I owed you.  I
owed me."  He pulled back enough to look Mike in the eye, and Jesse saw how
suddenly cold his gaze was.  "They think they've been fucking us.  Well,
we're fuckin' them now."  And he kissed Mike hard, his hands clutching
Mike's head, and Mike kissed back, close mouthed but fierce, grabbing
Erick's shoulders.

        Mike's eyes were watery when he turned to look back at Jesse.
"Don't you see, Jes," he whispered.  "He got a way out.  For all of us."
        And now, Jesse saw.  He stared at Erick, speechless for what seemed
a long time, then stepped forward to embrace him as well.  "Oh God, dude.
Thank you."

        Erick's lips were thinner than Mike's.  Their kiss wasn't erotic,
or romantic.  It was grateful, hard, intense, the survivor's relief at a
new dawn.  Mike wrapped his arms around them both, his forehead pressing
their temples, and the three of them stood together for a time, their
glances back and forth slowly dissolving into laughter.  Erick began
hopping up and down with glee, only to pull up abruptly in visible pain.
"Dude, you OK?"  Jesse asked, nervous.

        Erick sat down slowly.  "Yeah.  Price of victory, I guess."  He put
his head in one hand.

        Mike and Jesse exchanged worried looks.  "Are you gonna like puke?
I can get a wastebasket --"

        "Naw Mike, it's cool.  I mean I feel like shit, but I'm not gonna
hurl on your mom's rug or anything.  Just, y'know, hurting, I guess."

        "What, Erick?  Is it, like, your ass, or something?"  Jesse felt a
sudden panic, which he controlled to suppress.

        "Partly," Erick shrugged.  "Kinda all over, really."  Jesse noticed
the ligature marks on his wrists from the board leash.  Erick was sagging
forward, shifting his weight off his left asscheek.

        Mike got to him first.  "What can we do, dude?"

        Erick smiled as they helped him to his feet.  "I dunno, I prolly
oughta get cleaned up first, see what the damage is."

        "Let us help, OK?  Jesse said.

        Erick nodded as the boys led him toward the bathroom.  "Thanks.  It
was worth it, I'm fine."  He slid his T shirt over his head.

        There were a few small bruises on Erick's torso, in addition to the
hickey Jesse had already noticed.  "Back of a van's a shitty place to fuck
in," Erick explained with a shrug.  His ass was red and marked, to be sure,
but there seemed no obvious damage.  Just a few finger shaped bruises
coming in.  His anus itself was apparently the main problem.  "I was
bleeding a little this morning," he confessed as Mike adjusted the shower
temperature.

        Jesse and Mike exchanged another worried glance.  "Do you need to
get checked out?"

        "Don' think so, it wasn't like last year after the surf camp, when
I had to see the docs.  I was bleedin' like shit then."

        "Why'd you stay with Taylor that long, anyway?"  Mike asked.  "You
had what you wanted and all."

        Erick shrugged.  "I was wasted, what can I say?  He had some really
intense bud we were hittin' on all day.  Between that and the Cazadores we
were both pretty out there."  He giggled softly.  "He said the pot would
like open me up, and stuff -- so it wouldn't hurt or bleed or anything.
It helped, for a while . . . " He took a deep sighing breath.  "By th' time
it didn't help, I didn't care.  It was getting' late, an' I knew I had his
ass, and I was like celebrating with myself."  He began to laugh.  "That
Ernie guy -- dude, is he creepy.  He like hit on me when I went up to the
bathroom in the afternoon, showin' me his dirty pictures and shit.  Waiting
for me, with the contract and all.  Took me a little schmoozin' to get him
to sign it first, but he was so horned it wasn't even funny."

        Mike held the shower door open for Erick.  "Did Taylor see him?"

        "Nah, he was blissed out down on th' beach.  I mean that was the
idea, see -- get Taylor to park by that big fuckin' RV, tell him what I
wanted to do real loud -- well, loud enough to be heard, y'know?  Taylor
was like pissing himself, he was so excited.  He was all, `You really wanna
do it again?', and I'm like hellz ya dude, you're so hot when you fuck my
little cherry ass.  He almost nutted right there."  He slid his boardshorts
off and stepped into the shower slowly, with Mike and Jesse holding his
arms protectively, and put his face into the water.  "Stupid fucker."

        Mike pulled the nozzle out of its holder and sprayed Erick's body,
front and back.  Jesse watched from the far end of the shower tub.  Erick
leaned against the side wall with a contented smile.  "So, um, dude, do you
want us to, like, soap you up and check you out, and all?"

        Erick's eyes remained closed.  "That'd be cool ,ya."  He took a
deep breath.  "My head feels like if I bend over too much I'll puke."

        "You don' have t' do that," Jesse said softly, sliding out of his
shorts and stepping into the stall behind Erick.  "Let us help, OK?"  Mike
also stripped and stepped in on Erick's other side.  "Let us do it, OK?"

        "Mmmmm," Erick nodded as the boys began lathering him with the
Zest.  His cock started growing long before they got to his waist.

        Jesse hands reached Erick's hips, and looked again over the
bruising and redness.  "Dude, d'you think I oughta like look and all?  See
if everything's OK?"  He saw Mike suppress a grin.  "I mean I'm not like
pervin' on you -- I'm just worried, y'know?"

        Erick shrugged.  " `S Ok, go for it.  I don' think it's bad, like I
said, but best to see I guess.'  He put his elbows on the wall just below
the nozzle outlet and stepped back, assuming a birdlike pose with his hips
thrust backwards and up -- the pose of someone about to get fucked
standing up, Jesse thought.

        Mike handed him the Zest bar.  "Behave, dude," he grinned openly.

        "Tha -- that's not what I'm doing, Mike, c'mon, you know that."
Jesse was embarrassed and secretly aroused by what he was about to do.
Erick was hardening now, and his time with Taylor had surely done nothing
to decrease the size of his erection.

        "It's OK, go for it," Erick breathed.  "Nothin" I ain't done before
by now.  An' you guys are prolly a lot nicer about it than Taylor."

        Jesse glanced at Mike for permission.  He smiled.  "I'll help if
you want."

        Jesse gulped (without, he hoped, being noticed), and started
soaping up Erick's buttocks.  They were very smooth, tightly muscled, pale
compared to the skin just above his hips where the sun had done its work.
He felt himself stirring.  Erick was breathing slowly, almost as if asleep;
Mike was leaning on the shower door watching with a soft smile playing over
his lips.  Erick's hips started undulating slightly in rhythm with Jesse's
hands.  Jesse saw Erick's balls, in the space between his legs as he bent
down further, drawn tightly up against his body, and his cock heavy and
swaying beyond them.

        He slid his fingers into Erick's crack and opened it.  There was,
again, some redness, and his anus itself seemed chafed and angry (Jesse
realized that he'd never really looked at an asshole before --
clinically, at least.  It seemed an odd sort of thing to be doing).  He ran
soap carefully down the crack, and felt Erick react when it hit his hole.
"Sore," he whispered as he pulled away from Jesse's fingers.

        "Sorry," Jesse gulped, drawing back in his turn, conscious of his
sudden blush.  Mike chuckled.

        "No, `s OK, " Erick said quietly.  "It actually felt kinda cool,
too."

        "Ya, Jes, you shoulda seen his face when you did that."  Mike was
grinning.

        "What can I say, I'm a pussyboy, right?"

        "You're not, Erick, don't think that shit about yourself."

        "Just bustin' you, Jes, relax.  Listen, um, would you like push a
little of the soap up in me?  I found out last year that can help.
Antiseptic, and all.  And I can tell from the sting how messed up it is."

        This time, Jesse made no attempt to hide his gulp.  "Y -- you
sure?"  There was now a strong part of him that wanted to put a lot more
than a soapy finger up Erick's ass.

        "Ya.  Besides," he said as he turned to look at both boys in turn,
"I was too wasted yesterday to really get off.  I. uh, I'd kinda like to,
if that's OK?"

        Mike laughed softly, though Jesse saw him hardening as well.
"What, you're like asking permission to get off?"

        "Well, I mean you guys are like boyfriends and all, I don't' wanna
do anything stupid."

        It was Jesse's turn to laugh now.  "After the shit you just pulled
yesterday, you're worried about doing something stupid here?"  He dropped
his head forward unconsciously to rest on Erick's left asscheek.

        "Hey, I did like a noble thing and all, be fuckin' grateful," Erick
giggled.

        "We are, dude."  Mike reached in and took hold of Erick's cock;
Erick hissed and arched at the feeling.  Mike nodded to Jesse.  Grinning,
Jesse moved his soapy thumb to Erick's hole and pushed.  Erick groaned and
ground his hips in response to the dual stimulation.

        It took a little effort to pull his thumb back out of Erick --
the sphincter muscles had gripped him tightly.  "How's that?"  He asked.
"Any sting?"

        "Aw, shit, if there was I wouldn't know right now, y'know?"

        Jesse was suddenly desperately horny, despite the aching inside his
perineum from coming so much.  He stood up and looked over Erick's shoulder
at the way Mike was stroking him.  Mike met his glance.  "You want it,
Jes?"

        What kind of a fucking slut am I turning into, Jesse thought.
"Yes," came the croaking answer.

        "Cool.  I wanna watch, is that OK?"

        Jesse swallowed yet again.  "Course.  I'm sorry, I just -- "

        "I know, dude, you like that more'n I do.  It's OK, we're all buds,
right?  You wanna do it, Erick?"

        Erick had been listening tensely, trying to focus on the cryptic
discussion over the mounting feelings coming from his crotch.  "I want --
y'mean I can --" Mike turned him around as Jesse assumed the same
birdlike pose Erick had taken, against the back wall of the shower.
Erick's hand immediately found Jesse's hip, and caressed it hesitantly.
"Dude, I like -- I been wantin' this, but I dunno -- "

        "It's OK, Erick, " Mike said.  "You want it, and Jes wants it, and
it's cool."

        "It's like a thank you, OK?"  Jesse said through his forearms where
he had his head against the wall.  "I -- I gotta know what it feels like.
Just once, to know."

        Erick was still unsure.  "But, like I don't wanna mess anything up
-- "

        "Will you just please fuck me before I chicken out?"

        "You, um, you're not hard."

        "Erick, I been fucked out already this morning, remember?  You said
so yourself.  It's fine."  And, amazingly, Jesse felt the tingling in his
genitals, and glancing down he saw himself begin to swell.  "Oh, Jesus,
Erick, please just do it."

        Mike stepped out of the stall and moved back to stand next to
Jesse, a hand in his wet hair.  "I love you."

        "I love you too.  Is this OK?"

        "Course.  This's been like building for weeks, so get it done,
right?"

        "So, um, like how do I do this, exactly, dudes?"  Erick asked in a
sheepish voice.  The boys cracked up, Jesse sending a fine spray over them
all with a toss of his wet hair.

        "Like this," Mike said easily, taking hold of Erick and pointing
him on the right direction.  Jesse reached underneath and helped to place
him in the proper spot.

         Still, it took Erick a few tries to get it right.  "How the fuck
d'you get in, it's like all closed up," he complained.  But his next thrust
penetrated, and Jesse's laughter faded.  His eyes went white, and he pushed
back against the massive intrusion, slack jawed.  "God," Erick whispered
shakily, "it's like a vise grip.  You're gonna pinch me in half in there."
Jesse exhaled slowly, relaxing himself, trying to regain some rationality.
He opened up more, and Erick drove in deeper with a loud yelp.  Mike was
kissing Jesse's cheek, and Jesse's hand had somehow found its way to Mike's
cock.  Erick was, indeed, huge.  Jesse was panting, swallowing, blinking.

        "Does it hurt?"  Mike asked very close to him.

        "N -- no, just -- it's like really big, an' -- it's like it's
paralyzing me, I'm like stuck on it and I -- I can't like move, or
anything -- oh shit," as Erick thrust in a little deeper.

        "This is so tight, dude," Erick gasped. "It's like you're grabbing
me and trying to pull me in, keep me in." Jesse felt him lift his head to
look at Mike. "Does it feel like that, to you -- that he's like tryin' to
hold onto you inside?"

        "Ya," Mike said quietly, nuzzling Jesse.  "Like he wants to hold
you in."

        "I do wanna hold you in when you're there, Mike, I -- aaawwww
. . . " and as Erick finished pushing the rest of the way in, Jesse's
powers of speech went on vacation for several seconds.

        "It's OK, babe," Mike whispered, running his hand through Jesse's
hair.  Jesse blinked -- Mike had never used any term of endearment to him
before, and hearing one now thrilled him.  It was mushy shit, and he liked
it.  The fact that it came as he was being shish-ke-bobbed on Erick's huge
cock wasn't even an issue to him.  He kissed Mike as Erick pulled slowly
out, and started fucking.

        "Oh God, Mike.  Babe."  Jesse dropped his head against Mike as
Erick started in, speeding up rapidly to a fevered pitch.  He clearly had
indeed not gotten off yesterday, and he wasn't going to be cheated now.
All his hesitation and fumbling evaporated as the joy of fucking took hold.
He grabbed Jesse's hips and pistoned them back and forth in time with his
thrusts, making the inward penetration even more violent.  Jesse groaned
and cried out into Mike's mouth, not even conscious of how he was stroking
Mike and Mike was stroking him.  He had justified this to himself as a
thank-you fuck, a gift to Erick for what he'd done, but it was more.  He
wanted it -- he wanted to feel Erick slamming away at him, to feel his
hands digging into his hips and his chest heaving as he lost control
quickly and started a long whinnying cry.  He didn't tense and drive in and
hold himself there when he came, like Mike did -- he kept pounding away,
crying out with each inward thrust and spurt,, coming for what seemed a
long time, until the thrusts began to lose their impetus and the cries
their urgency, and Jesse felt him sag forward at last and drop his forehead
onto Jesse's back, between his shoulder blades, and the only sound left was
Erick's sobbing gasps.

        Erick's arms slid around Jesse's chest and held him, very tightly.
"Oh God, dude.  That was amazing."

        Jesse's eyes were tearing up and he didn't know why.  "Ya.
Amazing.  Me too."

        Erick stepped back, pulling out, and slumped down on the rim of the
tub.  "Is that what it's like, with you guys?  All the time?  Shit.  No
wonder you're queer."

        Jesse was in Mike's arms.  He felt tingly, and safe.  He giggled.
"It's better, with Mike.  No offense, but it's way better."  He looked up,
and they kissed.  He could feel Mike was still hard.  "Show me, babe.  Show
me how better it is, please."

        Mike grinned.  "Like now?"

        "Ya, like now.  I want it, I want you to fuck me till I scream and
-- and come, and -- oh shit, Mike . . ." as Mike stepped behind him and
began

        "Aw, you're all slick inside, Jes, damn . . . "

        Jesse didn't know how long Mike took him, or how closely Erick
watched.  All he knew was that it was Mike, and he was possessed by him,
and he was his love and his lover.  He wanted Mike, needed him, craved him.
The moved together slowly, quickly, urgently, tenderly, in a synchronized
dance born of passion and deep familiarity.  He knew what Mike liked, Mike
could stimulate him like no other, they wanted each other's pleasure above
all else.  He reached his left arm back behind his head to tangle his
fingers in Mike's hair, and they undulated and thrust and withdrew until
they both shuddered, Jesse coming again in defiance of any biological law,
and Mike gutterally emptying himself into him.

        They plodded out to Mike's room, drained.  Erick slumped on Mike's
computer chair, the boys fell onto the bed in a tangle.  Erick dully
toweled his hair.  "That felt -- that was amazing, Jes.  Tight, not, um
. . ."

        Jesse smiled softly.  "Not like Kate?"

        Erick shifted in the chair.  "Right.  Different.  I mean, with her
it's all like a glove and you just fit in and all.  That . . . it was sooo
tight around me, where I was going in.  Amazing, dude."

        Jesse felt a blush rise.  What a conversation to be having, he
thought.  "I wasn't complaining."

        Mike looked closely at him.  "So what's better -- the big one, or
me?"

        Jesse laughed, a bit nervously.  "Oh Christ, Mike, cmon."

        "I mean it -- does size like matter?"  Erick was looking at him
as well, interested, and Jesse felt the blush grow.

        "It -- it's -- it's all OK, really."  He waved his hand over
their teasing catcalls.  "I mean it.  It's like the person you're doing it
with, right?  Not how big the guy's cock is.  I mean, when what's his name
-- Julian -- was doing it, the other day, he was like big -- not That
big," he grinned slightly at Erick, "but it felt like awful.  Hurt, and not
right, and -- it was just ugly, OK?"  He felt Mike nodding.  "This --
with you, an' with Mike especially -- it's just . . . it's cool.  I
dunno."  He leaned back into Mike.  "But Mike's the best, so back off."

        Erick held out his hands apologetically.  "No, please, dude, I
didn't mean --"

        Jesse giggled as Mike's hand slid around his stomach.  "Dude,
chill, I'm just bustin' ya.  Look, if I ever want anybody else to fuck me
-- other than Mike -- it's you, OK?  No contest."

        Erick smiled.  "I think that's like a compliment.  Taken."  He held
a fist out to Jesse for a bump.  "You guys are like loud, did you know
that?  I mean when you were doing it after I finished, in the shower there
-- it was really loud."  The boys both giggled, embarrassed.

        Mike sat up, his hip by Jesse's face.  Unconsciously, Jesse craned
his neck slightly to kiss it.  "So, original point of all this, are you
gonna be OK?"

        Erick nodded.  "Ya, the shower helped.  I could use some food, you
got anything?"

        Mike stood and grabbed some shorts.  "Omelet coming up, what you
want in it?"  He and Erick left for the kitchen, leaving Jesse alone on the
bed, tingling.

        What did he like?  Did he really like Erick fucking him more?  What
would that say about how he really felt about Mike?  It had felt different,
to be sure -- huge, overwhelming, controlling.  You couldn't do much when
Erick was fucking you but submit and hope to survive.  And it wasn't like
Mike was a pencil dick or anything -- he loved Mike's thickness and
length inside him, in his mouth,, rubbing against his body.  But he was in
love with Mike -- desperately, head over heels, drooling idiot begging
never to be apart from him love.  Erick was a friend, and now a deeply
special friend -- they'd shared each other's bodies, they'd never be just
buds ever again.  He liked that.  He liked that he could be close with
Erick and still love Mike only.  Maybe I am just a slut, he thought.  Or
maybe I'm just horny.  One thing for sure, I'm not gonna be horny for a
while now.  I'm all achy in places I didn't even know I had.

        Mike appeared in the doorway, grinning.  "You OK, Jes?"

        Jesse smiled back.  "Course," he breathed.  "I love you, you called
me `babe.'"

        Mike ducked his head a little.  "Sorry, that, um, -"

        "I liked it.  I like being your babe."

        Mike looked back up.  "Well, you are.  Even if he's hung like a
horse."

        Jesse rose.  "He is, but I love you, OK?"

        Their embrace lasted several seconds, until Erick called from the
kitchen.  "This fuckin' ting is startin' to like smoke -- will you guys
stop fucking again before we burn down??"

        Mike made killer omelets.  The boys wolfed down two each, using up
a full dozen eggs, not to mention the cheese, peppers, bacon bits, and
other assorted stuff they threw in at their whim.  They were groaning,
leaning back in their chairs, when the doorbell rang.  Mike rose to answer
it, leaving Erick and Jesse alone for as moment.

        Erick glanced at Jesse nervously.  "Dude, we OK here?"

        "Of course.  We're buds.  No worries, OK?"

        Erick looked at him for a long minute, then relaxed.  "OK, good.
That was so intense, Jes."

        "I know.  Maybe it'll happen again, who knows?"

        Erick shrugged.  "Maybe."

        "Not good?"  Jesse was surprised.

        "Dunno . . .  I feel like guilty about it.  I just wanted to come,
y'know?"

        Jesse smiled.  "That happens, right?"

        "Ya, but I shouldn't just like rut with you, you're my bud.  You
an' Mike."  He picked at some leftover egg with a fork.  "I don' wanna turn
out like Taylor."

        "Shit, dude, you're nothing like that.  Don't do that to yourself."
He reached over and patted Erick's hand, conscious of how feminine a
gesture it was.  "We're buds, and I wanted it bad too, OK?  It doesn't
change anything."

        Erick started to shrug, but turned as Mike returned, looking pale.
"Um, Jes, your Uncle Booth is here.  He, um -- he saw stuff, in the
living room."  Jesse stood, color draining from his face.  "He, like, wants
to talk to us -- now."