Date: Fri, 07 Sep 2012 08:03:50 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 14 of Val-n-Tyne by Hans Schreiber and Flip McHooter

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				Val 'n Tyne

				Chapter 14

			       Complications

"What took so long?" Shawna's mother sniped as she put her cigarette out on
the side of the car door and flicked it into the Hardcastle's driveway.

"Sorry," Vi apologized. "I needed help from my mom to find my cleats."

"Yeah," Shawna piped in, "And she had to finish what she was doing before
she could help us."  Vi shot her a dirty look and Shawna broke into a smug
grin.

"I hope you're not late." Shawna's mom bitched at the girls, then started
the nearly worn out Ford Fusion and reversed out of the driveway. Even
though she stepped on it, the car didn't accelerate very fast. Violet
couldn't help but wonder what Val and her mom would say if she tried to
wear the same kind of halter top that Shawna's mom had on. She was pretty
sure it wouldn't be good, and forget about her dad. He would come
unglued. She could see the nubs of her ample breasts poking out of the
stretchy fabric. She had a dragon tattoo above her bulging, left
globe. Violet and Shawna were just starting to develop and couldn't really
get large enough nubs to show even if they wanted to. Violet wondered how
large she would get upstairs. She knew that Danny liked to rub her budding
boobies, even if they weren't that large, when they had kissed. She knew it
gave him a boner because he had to adjust himself down there. Seeing what
she had just witnessed between her parents set her mind spinning on a path
of sexual thoughts and curiosities.

When they pulled into the parking lot, Shawna's mom asked, "How late will
this go? Ramon's coming over to take me to the car show and then out to
dinner. I'll get pizza for you girls."

"Can I have some other friends over?" Shawna asked.

"A couple I guess. Who?"

"Just Kylie and Danielle?"

"Have I met them?" her mother asked.

"I don't think so. They go to our school." Violet gave Shawna a questioning
look, not recognizing the names, while Shawna winked back at her.

"I guess. Just don't make a damn mess."

"We won't. We'll be super careful not to make any mess. Thanks." Shawna got
on her phone and sent the text messages. The two girls grabbed their bags
and headed to the bathroom together so Violet could change into her
uniform. Shawna's mom grabbed her lawn chair, umbrella, and cooler full of
Diet Coke from the trunk. On the way, Violet asked Shawna who Kylie and
Danielle were.

"Think about it, Vi. Kyle-ee and Danny-ell." Violet's eyes grew wide and
her mouth gaped open.

"Did you really text them to come over?"

"Sure. I told them it would be just us there alone and we'd have
pizza. They'll wait until my mom is gone then ride their bikes over. We can
eat pizza, dance a little and go out in our complex hot tub. If you want a
second chance at Danny, I bet you can have one. I'll get Kyle to fuck me in
my mom's room and you and Danny can use my room. Then they'll split before
my mom and Ramon come home to fuck each other's brains out. Cool, huh?"

"Yeah. Cool." Violet wasn't too sure it was cool, but she wasn't too sure
it wasn't cool either. A gazillion thoughts exploded in her head. She went
into the bathroom stall and shut the stainless steel door. While she was
changing into her uniform, Shawna was standing against the wall discussing
her intentions for Kyle later on.

"I'm gonna be on top like your mom was when I do it with Kyle this
time. That looked hot. I bet I can even get myself off before he shoots
this time. What about you, Vi? How are you and Danny gonna do it?"

"Umm, probably the same I guess. If he wants to," Violet answered as she
stood there with her pink panties she'd just removed in one hand and her
sliders in the other hand. She tossed the panties into her bag and before
slipping on the sliders, Violet bent over, spread her legs and then spread
her vagina open and peered at herself. She wondered what it would really
feel like to have a boy's thing sticking up inside her. It caused her to
get equally excited and frightened. Val's words rung in her head, 'Don't be
that girl...You're too young for this...Find a good guy who likes you just
for being you.'" She ran a finger along her crack a couple times before
shuddering and pulling her sliders on.

The two of them got dirty looks from the coach as they run up to the
pre-game speech he was giving. He broke off his lecture about defense being
more important than offense. "You can't lose if you never let them score!"
he'd just said for the 1000th time. He looked at Violet and said, "I'm
sorry about your brother. Shawna's mother informed me why you are late. How
is he?"

"Better, I guess. My mom said he's out of his coma."

"Great! So if you have trouble keeping your head in the game because of it,
just let me know and I can take you out. But we need your foot up front if
you're okay."

"I'm fine."

The game was hard fought and it was truly a defensive battle. Every time
Shawna made a stop in the backfield and advanced it up to Violet, this
deceptively fast, big boned girl would stop her and take the ball
away. Near the end of the second period, it was still 0-0. When the ball
was in the backfield, Violet found herself thinking about Danny and his
'big one' sticking in her. Because of it, she wasn't moving into position
to get a pass or win a passed ball. During half time the coach talked to
her about it and she assured him she was okay. Even though she was only
halfway into the game, she was better than her sub so the coach left her
in. With very little time left, the big girl stepped into a ball that
Violet had deflected near the sideline deep in the corner. She kicked it
full force. The ball smashed into Violet's left breast and ricocheted off
the big girl's hairy arm out of bounds behind the end line. Violet dropped
to her knees as the searing pain radiated from her tender breast.  The big
girl sneered as she jogged past, "Stop faking it, wimp." The referee
whistled the ball dead and the coach ran out to check on her.

"Are you okay?" he asked concerned. "Do you need to come out?" Violet shook
her head for no. She wiped the tears away and stood up. Shawna came up to
take the corner kick and Violet set up just outside the goalie box. The big
girl fronted her. Violet had two other girls' crowd around her to shield
her from the referee's view. Shawna delivered a perfect shot to the near
post and Violet charged into position with her two teammate's right behind
her. Violet delivered a huge cleat shot to the big girl's calf, dropping
her, then she leapt up and headed the ball into the top near corner of the
net for a goal.

Her team went wild and charged her as she turned and ran past the big
defensive girl still on the ground clutching her calf. Violet almost
laughed when she saw how hairy the girl's leg was with her sock pulled
down. "Wimp!" Violet called out as she ran past into the arms of her
adoring teammates. Three or four passes later, the game time was up and
Shawna and Violet cheered their win with the rest of the team. The coach
was ecstatic and kept crowing about the great defensive effort.

While the girls changed out of their cleats, Shawna said, "Looks like I get
credit for two assists so you could score today."

"Two?" Violet asked, "You mean one. We just won, one to none, remember?"

"Well, yeah, that's one assist. My other assist is for when you score with
Danny later on." Shawna smiled as Violet shushed her.

                                               **##**

Buford glanced at his watch and realized he had to hustle to get to the
canyon and meet the tow truck. He jumped out of bed and found his
clothes. He quickly dressed and was about to leave when he stopped, rushed
over and hastily made the bed. After such a nice treat from Polly, he
didn't want to annoy her by leaving the bed a mess. Then, he rushed out and
jumped in his truck and sped off toward the canyon. Along the way, he had
flashbacks of the great sex he'd just shared with his wife, causing him to
break into singing classic rock songs from his youth by Van Halen, Guns and
Roses, and Aerosmith. In between those thoughts, he would think about
seeing Val in the hospital and the gut wrenching panic he'd felt when they
got the call that Val was in a coma and being taken to the hospital. Buford
muttered a prayer of thanksgiving to God for sparing his boy.

Buford headed up the canyon and when he reached the turnoff onto the dirt
road, he found the tow truck driver parked there trying to figure out if
that was the correct road to take. Buford parked behind him and walked
up. They exchanged pleasantries and then the driver followed Val's dad up
to the accident site. When they reached it, Buford was overwhelmed with the
image. He hadn't envisioned so much damage to the truck. The front of the
cab was smashed, all the windows were blown out and the bed was misaligned
with the cab. If it hadn't been for the roll bar, the boys would likely be
dead.

"Hoo-wee! Yur boyz is damn lucky they made out good as they did," the tow
driver said. "Damn lucky." Then scratching his chin and lighting up a
cigarette, he added, "This here's gonna be a bitch to get back out. I might
need a backup unit. When he finished his cancer stick, the tow driver waded
into the stream and looked for places to hook his winch line. Buford
watched from the bank. They both backed their trucks down the road a ways
and found a wide spot for Buford to park and then the tow truck turned
around, backed up the road, and angled the rear end toward the stream. The
driver waded back in and the first thing he did was set the hook to pull
the truck back onto its wheels. Next, he hooked up to the front and slowly
winched the truck out of the stream and back up the streambed. It was slow
and took several attempts but was finally successful.

Once the truck was finally retrieved, the driver pulled out a portable
winch and tied it off to a large pine tree. He waded back into the stream
and hooked it to the front end of the quad, then pulled it slowly out of
the water and up the embankment. They worked together to load it into the
bed of Val's smashed up truck. Buford was pleased to see that it was in
decent shape other than being full of water and a few scratches and dents
here and there. He was certain it could be salvaged with a little effort.

Val's dad peered into the busted out driver's side window of the truck
while the tow driver packed the winch away. He inspected the damage as
water continued to flow out of the smashed door. He was overwhelmed at the
amount of damage. He realized the truck was totaled beyond repair. It made
him sad for Val. He knew how much he loved that truck and he worried how he
would take it when he saw it. He wondered if it would be best to break the
news to him before he came home, since he was planning on storing it in the
driveway until he could figure out what to do with it. Val might get upset
if he saw it wrecked without a little bit of warning from him first. He
reached in and unraveled Val's Sacramento Kings boxers from the gearshift
lever. It reminded and troubled him anew that Val and Tyne had been
traveling home naked. He tossed them back onto the seat and watched as the
tow driver secured the truck to the flatbed of the tow truck and began
pulling it home. Buford walked down the road to his truck and followed the
mess home. He directed the driver where to put the truck, tipped him $40
for his extra effort and then took a couple of pictures of the truck and
Banshee with his phone. Then he sent Polly a text and headed to the
hospital.

                                               **##**

Over at the hospital, Tyne stood in Val's sterile, mint-green cubicle-like
hospital room, looking between the curtains and down at a very compromised
and almost-naked Val. His bare ass was rolled over to the side of the bed
and only his feet were covered by the flimsy sheet, the rest of his body
was naked, save for a piece of gown tied around his neck. He was resting on
his hip while some plain looking, carelessly dressed girl was splattering
something slushy and white all over his bare, beefy buns and rubbing it
in. Tyne couldn't believe it, and he stood there with his mouth hanging
wide open in awkward astonishment. Who is that bitch and why does she look
familiar, he thought to himself. She looked like a farmer's daughter - some
hick fresh off the turkey farm trying to get to Val, but he was in no mood
to think about the ramifications of that right now. He just wanted to break
them up. Get the hell off my dude, he thought. You're no candy striper and
you don't belong here touching my Val. It should be me.

"Hey Tyne!" Val said, looking up over his shoulder, his killer smile
shining at him once he spotted his friend. Val casually turned around in
his confined bed and pulled up the sheet half-way to his pecs and then
completed the roll to his back. It was obvious to everyone in the room that
he had a boner - a big, hard, raging boner. But if he was embarrassed, he
didn't show it. Just like an everyday occurrence, thought Tyne.

Tyne couldn't really speak at the moment, because his mouth was dry and the
use of his brain to form even rudimentary words suddenly failed him; so
instead, he looked quizzically between the two of them, the stud and the
hick, and then back to Val's big boner propping up the thin sheet. He
thought he saw a spreading wet spot at the peak of the tented polyester
expanse, but pushed that horny thought from his reeling and spinning
mind. Finally, after a long and uncomfortable silence, and only after he
finally recognized the girl from the Valentines dance at school the other
night, he asked, quietly, "Sylvia...what are you doing? You might hurt him
even more. You should get off him. He's injured, you know. He's been
through a lot. He crashed his truck and smashed his head. For god's sake!
He's been in a coma."

"I'm, uh, well, I'm putting lotion on his body," she started slowly, then
rushing out the next part, she said, "the nurse told me to!"

Tyne half expected her to add "honest!" but she didn't say it.

"Yeah, it's okay, dude. Nurse Danielle told her to do it," which was
partially true. Then turning to Sylvia, he added, "Thanks. It felt great."

"Oh. Okay, fine, I get it. No problem then." Tyne struggled to keep his
voice in check, but he could tell he was squeaking a bit, exposing his
irritation. He took a deep breath and continued, "So Val, Nick and Noah are
outside, waiting in the hall. They wanted to see how you're doing and they
were nice enough to give me a ride over here. I thought you might like this
candy bar, since you told me it's your favorite, but it seems like you're
busy. I'm not even sure you can eat it, now that I think about it, because
you might have dietary restrictions or something." Tyne thought that served
him right after all. "So, uh, maybe I'll just go on down to the cafeteria
while they come in or find a snack bar and get something to eat. I'll come
back here, when, well, you know, later on when you aren't so busy and
everything."

"No, it's cool, dude. You can stay. The nurse was going to put some
itchy-cream on my back and butt, but then she had to go and do something
else right away. Some older dude down the hall needed her, you know, like a
minor emergency. A code yellow or code brown or something like
that. They're always calling out all of these color codes over the
P.A. system - I don't even know what they all mean. It's confusing. I'm
never sure if I should run out of my room or hide under the bed. I asked
once, but they won't tell me. It's like some top secret hospital
stuff. Anyway, she asked Sylvia to do it for her, since she's so busy right
now and Sylvia was right here. It's no big deal, really. I've had doctors
and nurses and tech's pinching and prodding all over me. And I mean ALL
OVER ME! Seriously, tell them to c'mon in. And give me that F'n candy
bar. I've been jonesing for something good to eat for a while now. You
should see the shit they call food around here."

"Well, I'll send them in, but I'll head out and come back in a few. You
know, you can't have more than three visitors in a room at one time. It's
against regulations or something. I mean, they might even pull a code black
on you or something. Like I said, maybe I'll go on down to the cafeteria
and come back in a while. No big deal."

"That's okay, Tyne. I really should get going," Sylvia said, looking around
for something to wipe her sloppy hand with. Not finding anything suitable,
she wiped it off on the edge of Val's hospital bed-sheet, and then looked
at her hands like she just caught something nasty. "I'll see you, Val. I'm
glad you're going to be okay."

"No, don't go. You just got here."

"No, really. I should go. Your friends are here."

"You're a friend too. Will you come back?"

"Um, yeah, I guess I could. If you want me to, that is."

"I do want. Maybe tomorrow when I'm more myself and not so goofy on all of
these drugs, we can spend some time talking about something besides my old
fishing trips. I'd like that so we can get to know each other better."

"Okay, then. Sure. See you tomorrow."

"Thanks, Sylvia, for, well, everything."

"You bet. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Sylvia," Tyne said coldly.

"Bye-bye."

"Tell the guys to come on in, on your way out, okay?" But she was gone, or
at least didn't hear him. More likely she was too shy to talk to them.

After a second, Tyne asked, "What was that all about? You shouldn't get all
excited like that. I read on the internet it's not good for you in your
current state." Tyne pointed at the continuing erection.

"I told you it's cool. These drugs make me all weird I guess. I gotta tell
you about the sexy dreams I've been having. You're gonna freak."

"Yeah, I'm sure I'll freak," Tyne said without much enthusiasm. "What were
they about?"

"They were about you. You and me and boners! Crazy, huh? I was all groggy
from the drugs and Nurse Danielle came in to check on me and I thought it
was you doing it. When she touched my dick to check on the tube sticking
out of it, she triggered an explosion and I shot a load with that thing in
me. It was freaking weird. I was so embarrassed when I realized it was her
and not you touching me."

"Yeah. Sounds weird." Tyne was a bit relieved to hear he was the object of
Val's drug induced fantasies rather than Sylvia, but apparently Sylvia was
his choice for when he was fully conscious.

Before Val could tell Tyne anything else about his weird sex dreams, Nick
and Noah barged into the small room, not all that quietly, forcing Tyne
into the back corner by the door to the tiny, sterilized bathroom. The door
made a loud crash when it smashed against the wall, knocking down the
white-board on the wall that had the names of 'Today's Nurses' listed on
it. He figured they'd all get kicked out any second if these guys kept up
the racket.

"Hey, Buddy! How are you?" Nick asked. "I'm so glad you're all right." He
walked up to Val and bumped fists, paying attention not to get caught up in
Val's IV line. "You look good, except for those bruises."

"Hey, you big stud!" Noah said with a wide grin, stepping forward, relieved
that the hot jock didn't seem like a vegetable. He was subdued today,
wearing all black, except for a turquoise skin-tight Hanes t under his
hoodie and his favorite clear, chestnut colored, horned-rimmed glasses. His
hair was spiked up and pointed to the left like a Zac Efron wannabe.

"Hi guys. Yeah, I'm okay, I think. A little pounded and bruised here and
there and I have a monster F'n headache that they can't seem to fix, but
the doctors say it will go away pretty soon. I love the drugs they have me
on, though. I get freaky dreams that are way cool."

"Well, you look good, stud. Almost like your old self," Noah said, striking
a pose with his hand on his hip seductively while eyeing the big bulge in
Val's lap, looking kind of plump under the thin bleached hospital sheet. He
was remembering taking pictures of Val in the locker room and was starting
to get tingly down there himself. Would it be too weird to take erotic
pictures of this stud in his hospital bed, he wondered. Hot, but twisted,
he surmised. He reached in his pocket and fingered his cell phone
absentmindedly.

"Yeah, you don't look all that sick." Nick was staring, too, but who could
help it? That big cock was plump and enviable, and right there in front of
them under the thin sheet - shit, you couldn't miss it! Nick had a fleeting
thought that maybe the drugs Val was on was making him super-horny, kinda
like those drugs for old men they hawked on TV late at night. But then, Val
didn't seem to have a clue. Maybe he was perpetually horny. "Umm, you know,
according to the commercials, if that erection lasts more than four hours,
you should consult with a physician. Do you want me to see if I can find
one around here?"

"Thanks for the offer, Nick." He covered his boner with his hands. "I think
I can manage on my own if I need it to go down. I appreciate you for coming
to visit me. You too, Noah. I was just telling Tyne that they finally
pulled the plug from my dick so now I can pee on my own, even if it is into
this little bottle. That was so F'n gross, having that thing inside my
dick. I wouldn't wish that on anybody, except maybe Lukas."

"Such abuse of a magnificent piece of art, I hope there's no permanent
damage to it, beefcake," Noah chirped. "And I hope that nasty gash under
that head dressing heals without scarring. Although, a little scar might be
sort of a sexy addition to your look."

"Funny, Noah. But seriously, you need to thank Tyne here for saving my F'n
ass. According to his story, and the news on TV, he pulled me to safety out
of that river. I coulda floated all the way to the ocean. Saved my life, I
guess. I don't remember any of it."

Everybody turned to look at Tyne, who reddened up super-fast. "It was
nothing really. Anybody would have done that for you, Val. It just
happened, and I was there. I'm glad I was there to help you out. No big
deal. Anybody would have done it," he said, thinking of the farmer's
daughter, Sylvia. She probably wouldn't have had a clue what to do. Bitch.

"Horse-shit!" yelled Nick. "I'm not sure I would have moved that fast. I
probably would have been worrying about my own skin. But, shit, I mean, I'd
do that for Val in an instant, but, damn, dude, you are a hero, little
buddy."

"Yeah, well," Tyne stammered, "they didn't make it look that way on TV."
Secretly, he liked that Nick had called him little buddy.

"Well, fuck 'em all!" Nick said, surprising all the guys. "Fucking news
nerds."

"Yeah, I saw that too this morning. So why were you guys all naked and
stuff? Where were your clothes? Tell us all about it! I wanna hear all the
itsy-bitsy details," Noah asked, not so subtly. He wanted to hear Val's
side of the story to compare notes to Tyne's version and see if they added
up. He was pretty sure they wouldn't and had a pretty good idea that much,
much more happened up in the mountains.

"I already told you guys," Tyne whined, louder than normal. "The truck
rolled over into the river and I got Val out through the broken window. No
biggie. Nothing more to tell."

"Yeah, well, I wanna hear the whole story, too," Nick said, moving around
the room closer to Val and Noah, leaving Tyne standing in the back, feeling
defeated, and worn-out. "And I want to hear all about what Sylvia was doing
in here just now. She ran out of here like she was on fire. Her face was
redder than Dane's hair. How did she find you here and what were you two
doing?"

"She got my number somehow and I gave her Val's home number. Everybody has
my digits, you know. But yeah, what's up with her? She couldn't even look
at us," added Noah. "She sure could use a magnificent makeover by Noah of
Hartsdale Hills! That dress! My god, I swear it was a Goodwill reject."

"She's the girl Tyne made me dance with at the Valentine dance, remember?
She came to visit me thanks to Noah's help. There's something about her I
really like. She's smart, too, like Tyne. She's also easy to talk to like
Tyne is. She is kind of ... not ugly exactly... more like plain, but she
has nice tits, don't you think? It was nice of her to come see me. If it
hadn't been for my good buddy, Tyne, here, I never would have met her." The
guys all turned and looked at Tyne again.

"Ugh. I'm outa here," Tyne said, way too loudly. Fuck them, he thought,
fuck them all.

"Don't leave. Help me tell them the story. I was unconscious for parts of
it." Everyone except Tyne chuckled.

"No thanks, I've heard it and told it enough times already. It's old news
to me, and probably to Val, too. It's time to move on and for Val to get
better. I'm going downstairs to get a snack. I'll be back later," Tyne
said. This was starting to be too much for him and his emotions were
disturbingly close to boiling over the surface. If he didn't get out of
there soon, he was going to make a messy, cry-baby scene. So as he headed
for the door out of Val's room, a different nurse, a mean looking creole
woman with short dreadlocks and a nasty snarl, came barreling into the room
and told the guys to quiet down.

"Lissen here my little boy-dude's. If'n you can't keep it down now, way on
down low, low on down to the freakin' ground, I'll hafta kick you-a boys
out so flat on your freakin' fat fannies and so crazy fast ya won't know
what freakin' hurricane hitcha upside da face. You disturbing da udder
patients," she said, "and I don't like dat. Plus, I don't get paid enough
for dis skuzz from you-all's. Got dat?" She pointed at each one of them,
one at a time and then gave them the evil stink eye, like some kind of
wicked voodoo witch, which she probably was.

While the three other guys told the nurse that, yes, they'd be quiet, and
that they 'got-dat', Tyne just slipped out the door behind everybody,
without giving her a reply, and walked as fast as he could down the long,
blindingly white corridor towards the bank of elevators down at the end of
the empty hall. Looking down at his green canvas camo's while he walked, he
did everything in his power not to start bawling like a little baby. Tears
stung at his eyes. Actually, what he really wanted to do was kick something
or somebody, like the time he put his foot through the closet door in his
bedroom when he missed his dad so much the day his grief turned into
fury. But he knew better than to make a big scene in a hospital like this,
having heard all of the gossip from his mom about people who did just that
kind of thing in hospitals. And Noah's dad always had a good story or two
to tell the guys after school about people on his ward getting all rowdy
and uppity.  But now he wasn't so sure he could control it, because his
head was buzzing and his emotions were going ballistic, and he was afraid
to let them loose and blow it. Like a fireworks factory that got torched at
night by a crazed arsonist on speed. Maybe he should just go outside and
walk around the parking lot a few times, maybe for an hour or so, he
thought, and cool down.

He was standing in the wide foyer, looking down at the fake marble floor,
punching the hell out of the elevator keypad buttons repeatedly like a
homeless schizophrenic. He wanted to get the hell out of there before Noah
came running after him and made a big scene like he was some sort of damsel
in distress. He was thinking about bailing across the hall, towards the
emergency stairwell, and on down to the ground, when the door to one of the
four elevators finally slid open soundlessly. Not even the usual 'bing'
sounded. Not paying any attention, he barged in once the door had cracked
open enough for him to slip through, not thinking or caring if anybody was
disembarking the tiny lift or not. Assuming that the elevator was empty and
just for him, and only him, he crashed headlong into a guy a little bit
taller than he was, knocking both of them to the elevator's slippery floor,
Tyne on top of the poor guy.

"Nice to meet you, dude. Now, either kiss me and promise to call me in the
morning or get off me!" the guy cried out while Tyne was scrambling to get
up and off of the dude in the tight, confined space. This was a smaller
elevator, not the ones used to transport patients. It was just for the
regular people visiting their friends and loved ones.

"Oh, man. I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. I was lost in my thoughts
and I thought the lift was empty. Here, let me help you up," Tyne said,
sliding off the guy on his hands and knees and rolling over to the
side. "I'm really sorry, seriously. I guess I wasn't paying any attention
to where I was going."

"It's all right. I'm pretty sure I'm okay. Nothing's broken. But if there
was something broken, I guess this would be a good place for it to happen."
Looking up at his attacker from his position on the floor, the guy said,
"Tyne? That's you, isn't it? They said on the news cast you went home,
after talking about you two being naked and showing your bare ass climbing
into the ambulance."

Tyne flinched but then said, "Oh, my god. Dane! I didn't even recognize
you. I thought the elevator was empty. Geez, I'm so sorry, man. Are you
okay? Here, grab my arm and let me pull you up."

Just then, the elevator started buzzing and the doors started to close on
the boys. Since Dane's legs were sticking half-way out of the doors, they
just slid back and forth like crazed machinery sometimes does, hitting him
in the ankles. "Ouch. Stop that damn thing, will you?"

"I'm on it," Tyne said, standing up with a start. He turned around and
commenced pressing the 'Open Door' button like a maniac. Dane scooted his
legs back into the car and then stood up, leaning against the back
wall. "Are you okay?" Tyne asked.

"Yeah, I'm good. No harm, no foul," he said with a wheeze. "Where's the
fire, dude?"

"No fire. It's just ... well, never mind. I was headed down to the
cafeteria for a snack. You here to see Val? Of course you are. What a
stupid question," Tyne said, rolling his eyes. He was sure Dane thought he
was a first-class idiot. He really didn't want to get into it with
Dane. "He's in his room but he has company." Why did I just say that, he
thought?

Either Dane didn't catch on or didn't care and said, "Yeah. He's not
exactly a close, close friend of mine, but we're on the same basketball
team and all, so I thought I'd stop by and make sure he's okay. He's a good
guy and he sort of stuck up for me a while back. I saw all that shit on the
news about the two of you. That was freaky."

"Yeah, you and twenty million other people around here." The elevator came
to a stop at the eighth floor, the maternity unit, and Tyne quickly punched
B for the basement cafeteria. He wasn't in any mood to see a bunch of women
in labor right then, even though he felt happy for them. Nobody was waiting
there and he was happy that no one else got on with him and Dane. Not that
he wanted to discuss the events of the last day or so with his jock
classmate any more than he'd not wanted to talk about it again with Val,
Noah and Nick.

"You know," Dane said, as the lift dropped quickly on its way down, "You
guys did look funny on TV, but you probably saved Val's life. It didn't
really matter to me that you guys were naked. I get that. I was in scouts
and I know that when you get wet and it's freezing outside you huddle
together to share your body warmth. There was this one time on this snow
camp and the leaders told us not go near the frozen pond, but Kevin
couldn't resist - he just loves the water- and he wanted to see if he could
walk on the ice and wouldn't you know it, he fell in. Crack! Whoosh!
Splash! He started screaming like my cat having sex and the leaders had to
pull him out. They stripped him down naked right there in front of us and
got some dry boxers for him, zipped two sleeping bags together and made him
get in with two leaders on both sides of him to warm him up." So anyway, I
got you, dude. No big deal. You deserve like a medal or something." Tyne's
body language had clued Dane in that he was sensitive about the earlier
mention of them being naked.

"Thanks. Seriously, thanks for that. But I don't think I'm going to get the
same reception at school tomorrow, whether I knock them all down or not."
Tyne tried to joke, but he wasn't very good at it.

"Who cares? They can all go suck my dick. If I see anyone giving you shit
over it, I'll kick their asses. I think you did an off the hook thing up
there. You're number one in my book."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. Grace under pressure, man. That's you. I know we're not
great friends or anything, but we've known each other since second grade,
and we used to hang out at recess some when we were little. You're smart,
cool and always have it together. Things I'm not. You're all good, dude."

"Thanks, Dane. I'm just not sure that everybody at school will feel the
same way. Especially after they saw both of us naked on TV," Tyne said with
a sigh. Just then, the elevator doors popped open and the smell of
marginally edible food wafted into the small room. "I was going to get
something to eat. Want to join me in my misery? The least I can do is buy
you something for doing a face-plant with you in the elevator."

"Yeah, that's cool. I'm kinda hungry myself. Usually I get treated to
dinner before I let someone jump my bones, but it works in this order too."

Tyne smiled at his joke and said, "Great. Let's go."

Dane followed behind him and admired his cute ass in the tight jeans he was
wearing. He thought about how nice it would be to see it naked again. Dane
reached down and gave his package a little inconspicuous squeeze. They got
trays and started down the cafeteria line, eyeing the unappealing
fare. Dane leaned over to get a better look at the coagulating brown gravy
that was meant to go over what appeared to be meatloaf. He felt the
pressure of the tray press against his own pudged-up meat and he held the
position extra long to enjoy the sensation of it.

"I guess I'll have the mystery meat with the brown goo poured over it,"
Dane told the worker in the white, paper hat and plastic gloves. The
skinny, zit faced kid rolled his eyes and dished it up.  Thankfully, the
kid stirred the gravy up before ladling out a glob onto the mystery
meat. Potatoes with more gravy, a pile of corn kernels, and two dinner
rolls later, Dane was done. Tyne opted for a cup of chicken noodle soup and
a plain bagel. Tyne paid and they went to sit down. Tyne saw Val's mother
and veered to the opposite side of the room.

"So what had you so preoccupied that you knocked me down in the elevator?"
Dane asked. Tyne wished he hadn't asked.

"Just all the shit that's been going on. The whole mess up on the mountain
and that news report and thinking about going back to school. Plus, things
with Val."

"You worried he isn't gonna get better? On the news they sounded like he
was."

"No, I think he will. I hope at least. I feel kind of responsible for the
whole mess."

"Why? Val was driving wasn't he?"

"Yes. Just the whole Val-n-Tyne date thing and Val feeling like pressured
to take me. He said he wanted to, but I kind of wonder if he didn't just
feel obligated to. I don't have any real friends besides Noah and I was
hoping..."

"I get that. I don't have many friends either."

"Bull. You're on the basketball team. You're a popular jock."

"That doesn't mean shit. I don't really fit in. I crack stupid jokes and I
talk too much. Guys pretty much just tolerate me."

"What about the girls?"

"Girls? What are those?"

"Those creatures with the lumpy chests and attitudes," Tyne snickered.

"Oh yeah. Well, between you and me, they don't have much interest in me and
I sort of feel the same way about them. You know what I mean, I think."

Tyne put the spoonful of soup that was halfway to his lips back into the
bowl. "Why do you think that?"

"For the longest time I thought you and Noah were a couple. Well, shit,
everybody at school does. But then last night Nick and Noah came in to the
Subway I work at. It was obvious to me they were on a date, especially the
way they were looking at each other. Anyway, let's just say it takes one to
know one." Dane stared hard into Tyne's eyes.

Tyne shifted his gaze back to his soup and replied in a sullen tone, "Oh. I
see."

"What? You act like we have a disease or something. I think it's pretty
cool, actually. I mean it has its issues of course, but hell, in exchange
we get to play with dicks. At least, someday we will. First you have to
find someone who has a dick and doesn't mind if you play with it. That's
the hard part, of course. Meanwhile, I just practice on my own equipment. I
suppose you do too, I mean what guy doesn't, right? Do you think about Val
when you do it? You can't laugh, but you know who I think of when I do it?
Dylan and Cole Sprouse. OMG they are so hot. You kind of look like them,
you know that? I just...turn your head back toward the door, now chin up a
bit. Damn, you really do look like them. That's incredible."

Tyne smiled. "Do you even breathe when you talk? Who are Dylan and Cole
Sprouts, anyway?"

"No way! Are you sure you're gay? How could you not know who they are?
They're the two twins from the Suite Life on Deck. They used to be on the
Suite Life of Zack and Cody when they were younger. You seriously don't
know them?"

"Oh. I know who they are now. I just never knew their real names. You
really think I look like them? That's cool. They are kinda cute." Tyne
smiled wider. He liked Dane even if he was a bit goofy.

"How would you like to get the two of them in bed for an hour? That would
be a memory to last a lifetime, wouldn't it?" Dane shoveled a mass of meat
dripping with brown goo into his mouth and smiled. The way the meat looked,
he wondered if the hospital recycled the cut-out parts from patient's
surgeries into it. The thought grossed him out a bit, but he kept eating
anyway to fill his bottomless pit.

"I suppose something like that would be a lifelong memory. I'm starting to
want to make some memories like that of my own. When did you realize you
were gay?" Tyne asked.

"Wow. I kind of always knew it. I think I was really sure of it when my
parents took my binky away from me. I loved sucking on it and pretended it
was my little wee-wee I was sucking on. I tried and tried to bend over and
reach my little binky between my legs but just couldn't do it. I got so
frustrated. Isn't that weird? I still miss my binky."

"Yeah, kind of is weird, actually. How old were you?"

"Eight, I think. No, wait...nine. Yeah, nine." Dane busted out an
infectious grin and Tyne cracked up, bursting out loud in his high pitched
laugh. That caught Mrs. Hardcastle's attention and she stood, tossed her
trash and walked over.

"Hello Tyne. I hadn't noticed you until I heard your distinctive laugh. How
are you?"

"I'm fine. Thanks." Then feeling like an explanation was needed, he added,
"There were too many visitors in the room with Val, so I left to come down
to get something to eat."

"I see." Polly was curious about his explanatory tone. "Was Sylvia still
there then?"

Tyne tried not to let his mood swing show, but the old fury that Dane had
distracted him from began creeping back in. "Yes, for a little bit. After
she finished fond...umm, fondly rubbing the lotion on him, she left."

Mrs. Hardcastle suppressed a smile and asked, "And you're on the team with
Val, I believe. Your name is ... Dave, right? I think that's what I've
heard the coach call you at the games."

"No ma'am, it's Dane. Close. It's a good thing you don't come to our
practices or you would have assumed my name was Dumbshit or Jackass. That's
what coach usually calls me there."

Tyne snorted out a laugh and Mrs. Hardcastle quickly overcame her surprise
at his use of those words and then chuckled along.

"How is he really doing? What have the doctors told you? If you don't mind
my asking," Tyne pleaded.

"I don't mind. I know you're truly concerned for him. I know you have
special feelings for him, don't you? Your mom and I talked."

Tyne scowled at her and glanced toward Dane, who shoved a massive glob of
artificial potatoes into his mouth and looked away.

"Oh, yes, well, sorry. Val's going to be okay. There will probably be some
lingering damage but there's no telling exactly what that will be. So far,
we haven't identified anything that he has lost the ability to do, but
there will probably be some things. The doctor warned us that most patients
in his situation go through depression and get sort of belligerent, but he
still seems to have his good humor. One thing he won't like, I'm sure, is
the doctor said absolutely no basketball for at least a month. That takes
him past the end of the season and into playoffs. The doctor said if he was
his kid, there would be no more basketball, period. I don't know if I can
do that to Val. It's his life. I have to talk it over with Buford, er,
Val's father."

"Yeah, I knew that was your husband's name," Tyne responded. "Val has
stayed really positive through all this. He's too nice of a guy to believe
sometimes."

"Did you say he can't play basketball?" Dane asked after swallowing down a
mouthful of corn.

"For at least a month."

Dane dropped his fork and wiped his mouth with the cheap, paper napkin. He
blew out a lung full of air and said, "Damn. That sucks major. Coach is
gonna be pissed."

"There are a lot more important things in life than basketball," Tyne
snipped. "Val's health and safety for one thing. If the doctor says he
shouldn't play then he shouldn't play. We'll help him through it if that
depresses him. That means you and the team can't make him feel responsible
if you don't make it into playoffs."  Tyne was wagging his finger at Dane.

"Chill out. We'll make it into the playoffs, but if he's out for a month,
he'll miss the first two playoff games. If we lose one, we're out of it,"
Dane said, counting on his fingers. He looked seriously at Tyne and added,
"I won't do anything to make Val feel bad and I'll do my best to keep
others from doing it either. I promise you. And don't point that finger at
me, it has a nail in it."

"Thanks. I feel better about that."

Val's mom looked at Tyne and felt the genuine love and concern in his voice
and demeanor. She liked this boy. She didn't necessarily like the idea that
he was a boy, but she liked the human being. She understood Val's
attraction. "Well, I should get back up to the room in case the doctor
shows up for rounds. I wouldn't want to miss him."

"Tell him, I'll be up in a minute with Dane." Mrs. Hardcastle placed her
hand on Tyne's soft hand and shared an unspoken note of appreciation for
his shared concern for her son, then stood and left without another word.

                                                **##**

Shawna's mom praised the two girls on the way home. She clearly enjoyed
having the parents praise her daughter and her friend as the two superstars
of the game. Truth was, Violet hadn't played very well until the header at
the end, but Shawna really had played an amazingly good defensive
game. When they got to Shawna's, they took turns in the shower and then
went to Shawna's room to chat and giggle over girl stuff. They laughed over
and over about cleating the big girl. They nicknamed her 'Amazon girl'.

Shawna's mom called to them and when they walked out, Violet almost
gasped. Ramon was there and he was a short, well-built Latin guy. His jet
black hair was slicked back and he had a noon shadow. He was wearing a form
fitting, Nike, athletic shirt that conformed to his V-shaped, ripped
body. His dark nubs pushed the fabric of his shirt out like Shawna's mom's
did. What really caught her attention though, was the large lump in the
left leg of his tightly fitted, white jeans. When they were introduced,
Ramon nodded and simply said, "Yo."

"I got your pizza ordered. It will be here at six. We will probably be home
around ten. Are those other two girls coming over?" Shawna's mom asked.

"Not sure. They're trying to get rides over."

"Remember, no messes."

"I know, I know." As soon as Ramon and Shawna's mom pulled away, Shawna
sent a text message to Kyle. He replied that they were on their way. Violet
started sweating the situation. She sent her own text to her mom that they
won their game and that she scored after Shawna assisted.  She sent another
text that she was at Shawna's and they were having pizza. She asked if she
could spend the night. Her mom replied that she could not because it was a
school night. Four or five text messages later when she said she could just
borrow clothes from Shawna and ride to school with her, Violet's mom caved
in. Violet immediately wondered if she should have really tried so
hard. Now she was stuck.

The boys came over and they were nervous and awkward as horny junior high
school boys are. They asked about the game and high fived the girls when
they heard how it ended. Danny heaped praise on Violet until it became
almost silly. They decided to hang out at the pool and hot tub for a while
and the girls went to their room to change. Shawna only had bikini's for
Violet to wear and she chose the least revealing one. When the boys came
out of the bathroom from changing, Danny complimented Violet on how hot she
looked. Violet blushed and shot a quick peek at his crotch but couldn't
tell anything in his O'Neil board shorts. It struck her that both boys had
less hair on their legs than the Amazon Girl had and she started to giggle.

"What?" Danny asked acting all offended.

"I just was thinking you boys got less hair on your legs and arms than
Amazon Girl has."

"I got hair on my legs, it's just not real dark yet," Kyle whined.

"Barely any," Shawna chided. "Just like above your dick."

"Shut up. I got hair there." Now Kyle was truly offended and embarrassed.

Shawna clearly enjoyed making him squirm and teasing him over his budding
manhood. "What about you, Danny. I heard you got a big dick, you got some
hair to go with it?"

"Oh my god, shut up. Yes I've got hair. Not like it's your business,
though. I bet I got a bigger bush than you've got down there!

"Prove it."

"No way."

"Chicken. I bet you barely have any just like Kyle. He's got like three
hairs I think."

"Shut up. I got way more than that."

"What like six?"

"NO! Seven." Everyone cracked up and Kyle put one hand over his face and
one on his crotch and said, "I'm so embarrassed." He laughed along though.

"Okay, I'll bet you I have a bigger bush than you've got. Loser has to get
naked in front of us and do three jumping jacks," Shawna challenged.

"You're sick, you know that?" Danny said. "I'm not flashing everyone. Kyle,
you seen us both naked, tell her I have a bigger one."

Shawna cut Kyle off. "Don't say anything. I want him to prove it. I think
he doesn't have any."

"You just want to see my dick. Fuck off. Let's go to the hot tub if we're
going to."

"No, you don't have to show your dick. We'll just pull our bottoms down
enough to show our hair. Are you chicken?"

"Whatever. This is stupid." Danny untied his drawstring and hooked his
thumbs in the waistband and slid them down to expose his pubic patch. For a
twelve year old it was sizeable. Unfortunately for him, though, it was
smaller than Shawna's and even he couldn't deny it. "Fuck. Okay, go ahead,
get your jollies." Danny pulled his t-shirt off and then dropped his board
shorts. Violet gaped at the nicely shaped, cut dick. Danny's balls hung in
their hairless sac and then started to swing when he quickly did three
jumping jacks. Violet felt herself getting squishy down there as she
watched his penis flop up and down along with his balls. "Happy now? Can we
go?" Danny asked as he pulled his shorts up and dragged his t-shirt back
over his head.

"Yup. Told you I had more, but I have to admit you got a pretty good
patch." The four of them headed out the back door toward the commons area
where the pool and spa were at. Kyle reached up and put his arm around
Shawna's shoulder, but she took it off and wrapped it around her waist
instead. Danny made an uncertain move toward Violet's hand and Violet
reached for it.

They swam for a bit and the boys showed off doing flips into the pool while
the girls cheered them on. They played Marco Polo for a while and then the
boys wrestled with each other in the shallow end. Finally, they playfully
wrestled with the girls and Violet loved touching and being touched, skin
to skin. She felt Danny's erection against her leg and that got her really
excited. They ended up in the hot tub sitting shoulder to shoulder and Kyle
and Shawna did some kissing. Danny and Violet held hands and she pulled
their clutched hands onto her thigh and he rubbed it slowly.

"We better go inside before we miss the pizza," Shawna said. They climbed
out and the boys quickly wrapped up in their towels. Inside, the boys
retreated to the bathroom again to change. The girls changed in Shawna's
room.

"I felt it," Violet said.

"What?"

"Danny's boner. What do you think?"

"Oh that. Cool. You're gonna really feel it after pizza when he sticks it
up inside you."

"It's big. Will it hurt?"

"Nah. Kyle's didn't."

"Yeah but you said his was like a toothpick."

"I know, but I still think it'll be okay. Don't worry about that. What's
the biggest thing you've stuck up there."

"What do you mean?"

"Like when you're getting yourself off, what's the biggest thing you've
stuck up your slit."

"Nothing. Do you do that?"

"Hell yeah. I thought everyone did. Not even your finger?"

"Well, yeah. I've put my finger up there a little. Like what else do you
use?"

"Different things. Mostly, my mom's vibrator."

"Wow."

"Well it might hurt a little for you then if you've never done anything
like that and if he pops your cherry if you still have it, but it'll be
okay. Just tell him to go slow."

"I don't know."

"Don't chicken out again. Oh my god, I can't keep hooking you up like
this."

"Okay, okay."

They went out and found the boys on the couch arguing over which music to
play. The pizza guy came and Shawna gave him the money and brought it
in. She poured the sodas into glasses and they sat around the table,
listening to music and eating. The girls each ate one piece, the boys
devoured the rest. They cleaned up the mess and put the glasses in the
dishwasher and Kyle said, "We need to go do the thing. My dad's picking our
bikes and us up in his truck out front in like a half hour. We told our
parents we were visiting a teammate who lives in these apartments."

"What thing?" Shawna teased.

"You know what thing. THE THING!"

"Are you ready?" Shawna grabbed his crotch and goosed him. "Yup. You're
ready, unless you got a pencil in there. Big shocker."

Kyle pulled away. "I don't know why I like you. You're so mean sometimes."

"Ahh, I know why you like me. Because I let you do me. That's why. C'mon
horny boy. Let's go. My room's all yours," Shawna smiled and winked at
Violet and Danny as she pulled Kyle by the ear towards her mom's bedroom.

Danny stared at Violet, wanting to say something but not daring
to. Finally, he mustered up the courage to ask, "So you wanna go do
something together?"

"I don't know. Kind of, I guess." He reached for her hand and they went
into Shawna's room, closed and locked the door and sat on the bed. Danny
leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back. They started making out but
then Danny stopped abruptly.

"What about your big brother? If he finds out we're doing this, he'll kill
me."

"I won't tell him."

"Are you sure?"

"Promise."

"Okay." Danny reluctantly started kissing and groping again. Violet could
sense his nervousness. She was also nervous. Val's words, 'Don't be that
girl' rung in her head. Val's words, 'I'll rip your balls off and feed them
to my dog', kept invading Danny's head.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Danny asked.

"I do but I'm scared to. Do you?"

"Same. I really want to do it, but before I just wanted to do it so I could
say I had and brag about it. But since your brother scared the living shit
out of me, I've kind of got to know you like, you know, as a real person
and I like you a lot. I don't want to hurt you. And I don't want him to
hurt me either."

"Really? You mean like you really like me?" Violet gripped Danny's hand and
he gave a little shrug and a nod. "Maybe we could just do something
smaller."

"That's cool with me if you want to. Like what?"

"I don't know. Maybe make out some and rub each other a little."

"Okay. Cool. Promise you won't tell your brother?"

"I Promise." Danny smiled at that and stood up and pulled Violet up to her
feet. They embraced and she felt his boner press into her belly. They made
out standing up for a while and when they fell onto the bed, Danny groped
at her small breasts. She pulled his hand from her left one because it was
still sore from the game. He apologized and they started to French kiss
each other again. Violet slipped her hand down between them and rubbed
against his boner. It did feel pretty big. "It was pretty cool seeing you
naked before. Can I...umm, like see it like this?"

"If I show it to you, will you play with it for me? Like rub it?"

"If you want me to," she whispered excitedly. He pushed away and dropped
his shorts and boxers in one quick motion and lay back on the bed.

Violet sat on the bed next to him and was shaking as she reached out and
gripped his quivering erection. To her, it looked about the same size as
Tyne's from when she saw him standing in front of the bathroom mirror at
home. She was amazed as she felt the soft surface and internal hardness of
his boner. She had the sudden urge to feel Tyne's and see if it would feel
the same as Danny's. Danny moaned as she played with him. He took her hand
in his and showed her the right pressure to use and how far down to pull
the skin. Then he let go, dropped his hands to his sides and lifted his
head to watch.

He slipped his hand under her shirt and awkwardly tried to get under her
bra to rub her right tit, but it didn't go well. Violet pulled his hand
free, lifted her shirt off and over her head and then took off her
bra. While she did so, he pulled his own t-shirt off so he was naked except
for his grey ankle socks. She watched and flushed pink as he cupped his
hand over her small breast and then fingered her little nub until it stood
out. She thought about watching her father caress her mother's breasts
while she was riding him and it suddenly made her feel grown up. At Danny's
begging, she resumed stroking his dick while he played with her tit. Soon,
he grunted and his whole body jerked. "You okay? Did I hurt you?"

"NO!" he said frantically. "Don't stop. I'm about to cum." He pulled
Violet's hand back to his dick and with three more strokes from her hand,
he jerked again and erupted, spraying creamy, hot cum over his belly and
her hand. He fell back on the bed and Violet started giggling. She watched
his boner twitch around and start to slowly shrink. She lifted her cum
coated fingers to her nose and smelled the unique aroma.

"Wow. That was cool. Did you like it?"

"Hell yeah. That was freaking awesome. I think I love you," Danny breathed
out. "Can we do it again sometime?"

"I guess. I kind of liked doing it."

"Cool. So what do you want to tell Kyle and Shawna?"

"What do you mean?" Violet asked.

"About what we did. They'll want to know. Do you want to tell them we
really did the real thing or not?"

"Oh, I don't know. What do you want to tell them?"

"I don't know either. If we tell them we only did this, they'll harass us
about it. I'm kind of sick of hearing about it from him. But, it's up to
you."

"Yeah same here. I guess we could tell them we went all the way so they'll
leave us alone about it. But you can't tell anybody else."

"Great."

There was a rap on the door to the bathroom that startled them. Kyle called
through the door. "Hey, are you two done fucking around in there? My dad
just texted me and he's on his way to pick us up. Hurry up in there."

"Okay. Yeah we're done. We'll be right out." They searched for something to
clean Danny up with and then he saw the rubber that Shawna had left for
them to use on the night stand. "Oh crap," he said. She'll know we didn't
do it if she finds this here unused." He tore it open and pulled it
out. "Rub me some more and get me hard again."

Violet took his softening dick in her hands and followed his directions. It
was weird to her how it was floppy at first but then started growing under
her touch until it was tall and firm again. She pulled it downward until it
resisted like she'd seen Tyne do in the bathroom then let it flip back up
so that it slapped against his belly, causing her to laugh. She started to
do it again, but he stopped her.

"Okay, that's good." He pulled her hand off and placed the rubber over his
tip. He rolled it down over his shaft like he'd practiced a couple of times
with ones he'd swiped from his big brother and then he gripped his own dick
and started jerking it wildly.

"What are you doing that for?" Violet asked.

"Because I need to cum again in the rubber so they'll think we really did
it."

"Oh. Don't you want me to do it for you?"

"Yeah, but it'll be faster if I do it myself. Find something to wipe up the
other stuff from before."

Violet pulled open a drawer and pulled out a pair of Shawna's pink silky
panties and used them to clean up the earlier cum that hadn't already dried
on him. She dabbed at his damp pubes while he frantically jerked
himself. He started rubbing her naked tit again until he suddenly jerked
once more and grunted. Violet watched his cream fill the little rubber
tip. He peeled it off and laid it on the night stand. "Perfect," he said
out of breath. He grabbed the panties and wiped his dick off. "Oh man. That
feels good on my dick."

Violet put her bra and shirt back on while Danny got dressed quickly. He
picked up the panties and asked, "What should we do with these?"

"Leave them I guess."

"It might piss her off that we used them. Maybe I better take them with me
so she won't know." He carefully rolled them up and stuffed them in the
pocket of his shorts. He turned to head to the door but Violet stopped him.

"I want a kiss," she said.

"Oh, yeah. Sure." He pulled her in close and kissed her. Then he said, "I
gotta go. Thanks. See you at school." He fled the scene and she wrapped her
arms around herself marveling at what she'd just done. She wondered what it
would be like to really have him stick it in her. She wondered what it
would be like to have Tyne stick his in her. She wondered what it would be
like to have one like Val's or Ramon's stick in her. She smoothed out the
bed and went out to say goodbye to the boys. Kyle had a huge grin on his
face and so did Danny. Kyle had something else, a nice purple hickey on his
neck.

When the boys were gone Violet said, "I can't believe you gave him a
hickey. He'll have a hard time explaining that."

"That's his problem. I wanted to mark my territory. God it was so good
being on top. I totally controlled the action and got myself off so good. I
had to use his hipbone for it though, because when I used his little dick,
he kept almost losing control. When he saw me get off, it blew his mind and
he shot in his rubber before even sticking it in. So I had to hurry and
stick it in after he cummed so he could enjoy being in me before he went
soft. How was it for you?"

"Great."

"Great. That's it? Come on, tell me about it. Details girl. I want
details. Did you get off?"

"No. It sort of happened too fast."

"Yeah. That was how it was with Kyle the other times too. Horny little
shits can't control themselves. Do you want me to get you off and see what
it feels like?"

"You mean like doing lesbian stuff together?"

Shawna laughed her head off. "The last thing I am is a lesbo. I'm not
talking about kissing each other and shit, just getting each other
off. C'mon, we'll just go play in my room until my mom gets home." Shawna
took a very nervous Violet by the hand and pulled her to her bedroom, shut
and locked the door and pulled her shirt off for her. She undid her small
bra and pulled off her pants and panties. "Lay down, I'll be right back."
Violet lay down on the bed and was shaking with nerves.

Shawna returned with her mom's vibrator, stripped herself naked and twisted
the knob at the end. It buzzed into life and Violet's heart started
racing. Shawna slathered some slippery stuff onto the vibrator and placed
it against Violet's pink taco which spread itself wide. Violet cried out as
the vibrations sent shock waves through her body. Slowly, Shawna slid the
tool down and up into Violet's hole but it wouldn't go in very far. Shawna
slid down and spread Violet's lips wide and poked her finger in. "You sure
you guys had sex? You still got your cherry."

"Yes. Look, here's the rubber he used."

"Hmm, well he didn't really stick it in very far then. He must have just
rubbed along your lips. He was probably too stupid to even know it can go
up inside you. You need to stretch that out or tear it before you can have
real sex." Slowly, Shawna worked a finger up into Violet while she brushed
the vibrator over Violet's little nub. After a few minutes of that
treatment, Violet had the most amazing experience of her young life.

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"Did you boys have a good time?" Kyle's father asked after the bikes were
loaded into the back of the truck.

"YES!" they both emphatically answered.

"Wow, such enthusiasm. What did you do?"

They both stared at each other and then Kyle blurted out, "We played
Brock's new FIFA video game."

"I see. Well it must be pretty good."

"Oh, it is. I'd never played anything like it before. It gave me goose
bumps, it was so money."

When they got to Kyle's, Danny claimed he needed to get some homework help
from Kyle and said he'd just ride home so Kyle's father unloaded both bikes
in the driveway. Kyle and Danny thanked him and rushed off to Kyle's
room. Danny locked the door and they started giggling. "It gave me goose
bumps," Danny mimicked when the door was shut. "I almost had to bite my
tongue off not to start laughing."

Kyle laughed. "Well, didn't it give you goose bumps?"

"Hell yeah."

 "So how did you like sticking it in? Freakin' awesome, isn't it?"

"Oh, umm, yeah -- freakin' awesome."

"This time, Shawna wanted to be on top of me and she like totally got
herself off by rubbing on me and it was amazing, dude, when she got the
feeling. It made me cum before I even stuck it in her. How long did you
have it in before you shot?"

"Not long."

"Same for me the first time. Damn, I'm boned up again from talking about
it. I wish Shawna was here now to help me with it."

"Yeah, I wish Violet was here too."

"Umm, Danny, don't take this wrong, but what would you think of maybe
helping each other out. Just like rubbing one off together. It's okay if
you don't want to. I just thought ..."

Danny smiled. "You're a freaking sex freak. If you want to do it quick, it
might be kind of cool. Are you talking about like just watching each other
do it or actually like touching each other's junk?"

"Just watching, but if you wanted to touch it, I'd let you I guess. If you
wanted to, I mean. Would you want to?"

"Shit, that's freaky. Would you want to touch mine?"

"I don't know. I kind of wondered if everybody's feels the same."

"Okay, let's just do it quick."

They suppressed grins and pulled down their shorts and underwear. "Check
this out?" Danny said. "These are Shawna's silky undies. Feel how nice they
are on your dick." Danny reached over and rubbed them against Kyle's two
and half inch bone and Kyle cooed.

"Let's use our hands now," Kyle suggested after a minute of the panty
treatment.  Kyle reached over and gripped Danny's nice bone and Danny
crossed arms and took Kyle in his fingers. They worked themselves into a
rhythm until Kyle pressed his lips together, stiffened his legs and shot a
small wad. Danny stopped immediately after Kyle shot and held his hand out
as if it were covered in radioactive slime. He grabbed the pink panties and
used them a second time to clean himself up with.

Kyle stopped jerking Danny when he came and Danny didn't really care. He
was ready to be done with it. It didn't really do as much for him as he
thought it might and he'd already shot two wads earlier with Violet. He
jumped up and pulled his shorts and boxers back up. "I better go. See you
at school."

"Don't you want me to finish you off?"

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks. See ya."

"Okay. See ya." They parted with an air of slight discomfort between them,
which worried Kyle a bit and left him sort of disappointed.

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