Date: Fri, 11 May 2012 10:02:15 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 7 of Val 'n Tyne by Hans Schreiber and Flip McHooter

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				Val 'n Tyne

				 Chapter 7

				 Sleepover


"It was running fine earlier, I swear," Noah said, not really lying -
yet. Noah and Nick were standing in the dark, looking at one of the last
few cars in the Hartsdale High School parking lot. Almost everybody had
left the dance by now.

"Well, I can't figure it out. What kind of car is this, anyway? And what
color is it? Did you and Tyne get high and start to paint it one day and
then stop for munchies?" Nick asked.

"No! Just to be clear, I don't do that kind of stuff and I'm pretty sure
Tyne doesn't either. I don't do drugs," he said, striking a Nancy Reagan
pose. "I think it's a Nissan, or maybe an Oldsmobile. Hell, I don't know
about cars."

"Well I do, and I have no idea what this piece of shit is. It's got
different colored body panels and half of them look like their coming
off. And there isn't a name plate on it anywhere," Nick said, walking
around the car. "And dude, what's with all this duct tape?"

"That's a funny story. This was my granny's car that she had for a long
time. She couldn't see so well at the end, and she was always running into
things. Curbs, buildings, ATM's, my brother's bicycle, even a couple of
those portable basketball hoops kids leave in the street. But luckily not
people. A kitty-cat once, I think. Finally my mom had to put her in a home
because she was getting kinda out there, you know? She loved it there and
they loved her. She was like the queen and she treated the other residents
like her subjects - but in a good way. But anyway, when they sold her house
and stuff, this car went to my older brother who was almost sixteen
then. He was stoked to get a car but he didn't want to be seen in this
beat-up old shit heap, so he and his friends started to paint it and fix it
up."

"Not to be rude, but it doesn't look fixed up to me. I can count at least
five different colors on it," Nick interrupted. "What the hell did it look
like before?"

"I said they started to fix it up. They used duct tape instead of masking
tape and painted with spray cans. Then they left the duct tape on too long
and well ... you get the picture. This is as far as they got because once
he got his license that was it. He didn't care what it looked like anymore
because once he could drive and be on his own, he didn't want to wait to
fix it up or spend the money on it. But they did put a killer stereo in
it. When he left for college in Boston last year, it got handed down to
me. It gets me to work and school and that's all I care about. So would you
give a damsel in distress a ride home? I promise I won't rape you."

"Hah! Like you even could. Of course I'll give you a ride, but you have to
ride in the trunk," Nick said with a poker face.

"What? Are you serious? You're an ass. Forget it! I'm not riding in no
fucking trunk. I'll just walk home. And here I thought you were going to be
cool." Noah pressed the lock button down on his open car door and then
slammed it shut with a rusty clank. "I don't know how you and Val can be
such good friends. He seems cool, but you! You're so, so ..."

"Cute? Funny? Smart? Good at ..." Nick couldn't finish because he started
to laugh.

"You mother fucker!" Noah screamed, and slapped him hard on the arm.

"Ow! Why did you do that? That hurt," Nick said, rubbing his arm.

"Seriously? That hurt? C'mon big boy, man up. You had that coming."

"I guess I did," Nick said, and busted up laughing all over again. "You're
kinda cute when you get all pissed off and angry. Jump in and let's blow
this place. You can sit up front with me if you insist."

"I must, I must."

"So where do you live?" Nick asked as he started up his Mustang.

"Over on Cloverdale. This car is awesome. How do you afford it?" Noah
asked, bouncing around in his soft leather seat and looking at all of the
shiny-bright gauges. He mindlessly rubbed his fingers on the dark
dashboard.

"My parents bought it for me. Out of guilt, mostly. They're both busy and I
don't see them very much. When they're home, my dad is glued to his
computer and my mom is stuck in her study doing paperwork. Sometimes, I
think they love their work more than me, or each other," Nick said sadly.

"That's too bad. What do they do?"

"They're Attorneys and political consultants for people who run for
office. Both Republicans and Democrats. Some Independents, too, I
guess. They're kind of stuffy. Well, not kind of. They are stuffy. I
consider Val's parents to be my real parents 'cause I'm over there all the
time. And to tell you the truth, they treat me better."

"Wow. Do your parents come to your basketball games?" Noah asked as they
came to a stoplight. He already knew what the answer was going to be and he
wished he hadn't asked it. He had a lump in his throat and thought how
lucky he was that he had such great and accepting parents.

"Nah. They haven't seen me play since Val and I played in city league as
kids. But it's okay. I'm used to it. What are your parents like?"

"They're cool. They have their own home business. They make dildos in our
basement."

"What?" Nick screeched, and almost swerved off the road.

"Dad's the fabricator and my mom is head of quality control and testing,"
Noah deadpanned. "Well except for the new butt plug line, I test those."

"No fucking way! Really?"

"Gotcha! I'm just getting you back for saying you were going to lock me in
the trunk. Anyway, my dad's a nurse and my mom's an engineer. Actually, my
dad works with Tyne's mom in the same hospital, but on different floors. My
parents and his parents were all good friends until Tyne's dad got
shot. I'm lucky that they always made time for me and my older brother and
sister. They try and come to the plays that the drama club puts on. And
they're so in love, it's almost disgusting. They kiss and hold hands all
the time. My dad took my mom to the city for a romantic weekend. Valentines
and all that," Noah said wistfully.

"That's cute. I haven't even seen my parent's kiss since I was like
six. And you're lucky that you have a brother and a sister. I don't even
have a dog. Which way?"

"Turn right. I'm at the top of the rise. Seriously, you're lucky. My
parents are all over each other. It's disgusting and embarrassing. Pull in
that driveway right there, and park next to the garage," Noah directed.

"Your house looks familiar. Does Lizzy live around here? They look the
same."

"Yeah, same house, two blocks over. I work with her bitch sister, Emma."

"Must run in the family," Nick said.

"No shit. So, my handsome prince, thanks for rescuing me. Want to come in
for a minute? I told you my parents are gone tonight. I can make us
something to eat. I'm a good cook you know. You must be starving after all
of those smooth moves you were laying down on the dance floor."

"Um, I don't know. I really should be getting home."

"You sure? Just come on in for a minute. It's the least I can do for you
driving me home in that smokin' hot car. I'm not going to rape you. Holy
crapola! That's the second time I've said that to you. Are you scared of
me? Little 'ol me, sugar?" Noah whipped around, put his hand on his hip,
pointed his elbow out and struck one of his famous poses. It was a
difficult pose to make in the small confined space. "Well?"

"I'm not scared of you. This is just different for me, that's all. But
maybe I can come in for a minute. What have you got to eat?"

"That's a silly question. You know I work at Whole Paycheck, right?

"Yeah, with Lizzy's sister. So?"

"You sure you didn't get kissed by Spaulding instead of me? You're acting
awfully lame all of a sudden. I get a big discount, doofus. I have all
kinds of great stuff to eat. I might even have one of their goat cheese
pizzas."

"Oh yuck. That sounds disgusting, but I'll try anything once." Nick stood
there, indecisive for a moment. "Okay. I guess. Let's see how good a cook
you really are.  I'll text my mom and tell her I'll be late."

"Great. C'mon." Nick followed Noah up the front steps. "I'm glad you're
here. I don't like coming home to an empty house."

Noah unlocked the front door and started to turn on every light in the
place. Nick just stood there and watched him, openmouthed and not really
believing he was doing this. "Dude. What's your electric bill like?"

"How would I know? I don't pay it. Why?"

"You have every single light on. We're not having a party you
know. Seriously, what's up?"

"I told you, I don't like the dark."

"Yeah. I see that. But why?"

Noah let out a deep breath and turned off two of the lamps, after locking
and dead-bolting the front door. "A couple of years ago I came home to an
empty house. Everybody was out and when I came inside there was a burglar
ransacking our living room. I was so shocked I screamed and threw my phone
at him."

"Then what happened?"

"I sort of lost it and grabbed one of those metal candlesticks on the
mantel and used it like a sword to whack him in the face like Captain Jack
Sparrow or something. I busted his nose. Luckily, he wasn't armed and he
went running out the back door. He got blood everywhere."

"Wow. Good for you. You know what, Noah? I think you're like an onion."

"What the fuck? Do I have bad breath?" Noah huffed into his palm and tried
to smell it. That made Nick start laughing. "First, Val says I'm like a
pinata, and now you say I smell like an onion. Gee, thanks a lot, Nick!"

"No, no. It's not that. It's just that I can't really figure you out. It's
like you have multiple personalities or something. Like an onion. Didn't
you see Shrek? You have to peel off the layers to get to the real you."

"No I don't. I do not have multiple personalities," Noah said adamantly,
staring at him with his hands on his hips.

"Sure you do. Like tonight. You acted like a 'damsel in distress', but then
you just told me you beaned a burglar in the nose with a
candlestick. Remember your purple phase in seventh grade? What was that all
about? And tonight, you look completely different without your piercings."

"I'm just multi-faceted, that's all. Just like that Chicken of the Sea
diamond in that Titanic movie. But I'm not no stinkin' onion." Noah turned
and headed into the kitchen, turning on more lights as he went.

"Okay. I'm just saying you're not at all like the person that you portray
at school. At school, you seem so out-there, a take-no-prisoners kinda
guy. But now I see a different version. Soft, but tough. I like this
version better," Nick said, following Noah into the other room and smiling
a little. "This version is cute."

"You think so?" Noah's eyes were as wide open as they could get without
popping out of his head.

"Yeah. You're all right."

"I could just kiss you."

"Yeah? Go ahead then. You might like it."

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me."

"Really?'

"Yeah."

"You're not gonna punch me are you?"

"No." Nick chuckled over that.

"You sure?"

"Yes I'm sure. Shut-up, come over here and pucker up. You're not afraid of
lil ol' me are you?" Nick stuck his hand on his hip as he stuck it out,
mimicking Noah's famous pose.

Noah smiled and slowly walked across the kitchen and tentatively leaned
into Nick. Nick had a smile on his face and as he looked into Noah's eyes,
he said quietly, "It's all right. I won't bite. Unless you want me to."

That's all it took and Noah leaned in and gave Nick a quick peck on the
lips. But Nick wasn't having any of that 'kiss your auntie' kind of stuff,
so he grabbed Noah by the hips and pulled him in tight to his body. He
leaned forward and took Noah's bottom lip between his and started to suck
and lightly chew on it. It tasted delicious. Noah closed his eyes and
started to melt into Nick, then he leaned harder into the basketball jock
for support.  They sucked on each other's lips, slowly melting into each
other's bodies. Their crotches, legs and chests were pressed hard against
each other, and both teens felt their hard dicks expanding in their pants.

Finally running out of breath, Nick said, "Fuck the pizza. Let's go sit on
the couch. I'm going to text my mom and tell her I'm spending the night
with Val. She won't care. If you want me to, that is."

"Oh hell yes. I want you to."

Nick grabbed Noah's hand and pulled him into the living room. "You kiss
good, man. How many guys have you dated?" he asked him after they sat down.

"None."

"No, really? How many? Do you and Tyne practice on each other?"

"Look. We need to get something straight right now. Tyne and I are just
friends. Best friends. But we don't do anything sexy with each other. He's
not my type of guy and I'm not his type of guy. Oh shit! You didn't hear
that from me."

"It's all right. I already figured out that Tyne was gay. I see how he
looks at Val with those puppy dog goo-goo eyes. And to tell you the truth,
I was jealous of him at first. But now I know that Val would never do
anything with me or any guy, even as much as I want him to."

"I haven't known Val very long, but I think you're right. He's hopelessly
straight, and if you push him to do something he doesn't want to do, it's
gonna end your friendship, and I promise you there will be blood. That's
why Tyne and I don't do anything. We're best buds, but that's all. More
like brothers, really. We're kinda the same but different. He's more Olive
Garden while I'm more TGI Friday's. It's all food, but completely
different. At Olive Garden you get pasta and sauce, and maybe a salad. And
it's always good. But at Friday's you can get all kinds of great shit. Some
good, some not so good. But it's always great fun. So let me ask you a
question. Why are you all gay all of a sudden?"

"Well, see, uh, I'm not 'all gay' if that's what you mean. I like girls
but, ... shit! I don't know. Maybe I am gay. I'll be honest, I'm a little
confused about that shit right now."

"Have you been with another dude?"

"Promise you won't tell?

"Cross my 'cross your heart' bra and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye
if I do!" Noah made a big splashy production of waving his arms around in
the air as he said this. Nick just looked at him kind of amused.

"Okay. I experimented with my older cousin once or twice. And I liked
it. We only did it a couple of times, though. And sometimes I look at guy
porn on the internet. Please don't tell anybody."

"I already told you I'm not going to say anything. You can trust me. Was it
weird doing stuff with your cousin? And isn't that like, I don't know,
incest?"

"It's not incest! That's like sick shit between parents and kids or
brothers and sisters. Cousins mess together a lot. Can't cousins even get
married like in Kentucky or something? I'm not sure."

"Not gay cousins and certainly not in Kentucky. So anyway, what did you
guys do?"

"We just fooled around a little bit. He was older than me and he taught me
how to ... how to suck a little bit. And some other stuff. But I was too
young to really get into it. It was fun and all and I liked it, but it was
kind of scary too."

"So why now? Why are you here with me?"

"I don't know exactly. Something must have happened in my head because for
the last few weeks all I can think about is naked guys. In the locker room,
I can hardly control myself, especially watching Val get naked right next
to me every day. Even when I'm out with a girl, I pretend she's a guy. And
I swear I'll kill you so dead you won't even stink if you ever tell anyone
this, but when I jack off, I think about Val. I don't know what's wrong
with me."

"Hey. It's okay. Nothing's wrong with you. You can't fight your
feelings. And it's just sex. As for Val, I think the Pope probably thinks
about Val when he jacks off. I know I do. You have plenty of time to figure
out who you like. They say that women can experiment their whole lives, but
guys have to choose one and stick with it. But I don't believe
that. Although, I've known I was gay from the day I was born. The only
hoo-hah that I've ever seen was my mom's when she popped me out, and I'm
pretty sure I had my eyes closed and I was screaming. I don't ever want to
see another one. Anyway, maybe you're bi. It's cool to like both chicks and
dudes."

"I guess. It's just really hard 'cause I'm in sports and the guys give you
a lot of shit. That whole picture thing on my phone was killer. If Val
hadn't stepped up for me I don't know what would have happened."

"Dude, it's not just sports. It's everywhere. I think the straight guys are
just jealous."

"Why?"

"Because we can have sex without all the pressure and shit that girls put
on guys. You should know about that with all of the girls you've porked."
Noah said. "And look at what Lizzy did to poor Val."

"Want to know the whole truth?"

"That's what we're doing here, mister. Spill it."

"Well, I haven't been with that many girls. I mean, I've been out with a
lot of girls and we've done lots of stuff, but not all the way every
time. Just twice, really. And it wasn't all that great. I mean, it was,
but, I always thought it would be better. Fireworks and stuff. You know
what I mean?"

"Yes and no. I've never even kissed a guy before tonight," Noah said,
strangely quiet.

"I would never have known it. You're really a good kisser, Noah, really
good. Better than most girls I've been out with."

"Thanks, I guess. You are too. Want to kiss some more?"

"Hell yes I do!"

                                                               **##**


Val pulled into his driveway and Tyne jumped out, grabbing his overnight
case. He followed Val into the house and they were greeted by the
intoxicating smell of cookies baking in the oven. "Hello sweetie," Val's
mom chirped. "Hungry for some fresh baked cookies?"

"Heck yes. Mom, you're awesome. Got milk?" Val said as he wrapped his mom
up in his long arms and lifted her off the floor.

"Two jugs full," Tyne thought to himself as he eyed Mrs. Hardcastle's ample
bosoms. Val returned his mom to the floor and headed for the fridge pulling
out the milk jug. "Tyne, you want some?"

"Of course. Remember when I told you there was no such thing as a dumb
question when we worked on your math together? Well, I guess I was wrong,
because that was definitely a dumb question. How could I resist something
that smells this good?" Tyne said. Then turning to Val's mom, he added,
"This is really thoughtful of you, Mrs. Hardcastle. You're very nice."

Mrs. Hardcastle cooed and pulled Tyne into a hug and kissed him on the
cheek. "Aren't you just the sweetest boy. Val, you made a wonderful friend
here." Tyne sort of froze up not knowing how to react to such a show of
affection nor to being pressed into a woman's soft breasts. His mom loved
him, he knew, but she simply wasn't into physical affection and Tyne didn't
really know quite how to react. Val smiled as he watched Tyne squirm.

Val poured two large glasses of milk and set them on the table along with a
stack of ten large, warm cookies. Val dunked a cookie into his glass of
milk and slurped on it for a second before biting half the cookie at
once. Tyne reached for a cookie and Val grabbed his wrist. "Giddurown."

"What?" Tyne asked.

Val gulped a swig of milk and said, "Get your own. This is my stack."

"Are you serious? Ten cookies by yourself?"

"Yeah, I usually eat more but it's kinda late. I don't want any bad
dreams."

Tyne shook his head in amazement and went to grab two cookies for
himself. "It's a wonder you're not 300 pounds the way you eat."

"Come watch a basketball practice sometime and you'll see why I'm not. I
burn through it, baby."

"So did you guys have a nice time at the dance?" Mrs. Hardcastle asked.

"Yeah, it was so sick. You should have seen Tyne. He got everybody dancing
and even the kids who usually don't dance started to. It was legendary."

"How nice. Did you meet some nice girls?"

"Sure did. Show your mom your arm, Val." Tyne said between bites. Val
smiled and held up his forearm and showed off Sylvia's phone number.

"Oh my. You kids nowadays are so silly. Is she another cheerleader like
your last girlfriend?"

"No. She's not a cheerleader. I've never dated a cheerleader, Mom. You're
confusing me with Nick. Lizzy wasn't a cheerleader. I've told you that like
100 times before."

"Well, she looked like a cheerleader and she certainly acted like one. So
what's this new girl like and how did you meet her?"

"Actually, it was because of Tyne that I met her. He got this crazy idea
that the basketball crew should go dance with the girls that never get
asked and I went with him to get it started. I asked this tall girl with
long brown hair named Sylvia. At first it was just like taking pity on her,
you know, but while we were dancing, we talked so easily with each
other. It was awesome. It was sort of like how it is with Tyne. They're
both smart and easy to talk with. I can't exactly explain it, but it really
attracts me."

"What a sweet gesture, Tyne. You are an exceptional boy. Did you make a new
girlfriend tonight as well?" Mrs. Hardcastle inquired.

"No ma'am. I didn't."

"Well then, maybe you could ask Val's cousin, Becka out and you could all
go on a double date. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Mom! Stop pushing Becka off on Tyne. He's not interested already. Give it
a rest," Val complained.

"You should let Tyne speak for himself, Val."

"Well, actually, I appreciate the offer and all but, I think I'll
pass. Thanks anyway."

"What's the matter, don't you like girls?" she asked. Tyne's cookie almost
stuck in his throat and he did a little reflexive gag.

"Mom. Please stop. You can be so embarrassing."

"Well actually, Mrs. Hardcastle, I like girls too much. My mom has
forbidden me to date any more girls until I'm out of the house and on my
own. The cost of the last four abortions have just about wiped out our
family savings," Tyne said with a completely straight face. He quickly put
the glass of milk to his lips to hide his creeping smile but he didn't
actually drink any because he was afraid he'd spit it out if he broke into
a laugh.

The look of shock and disappointment on Mrs. Hardcastle's face was so
perfect that Val busted out laughing and spit chunks of chocolate chip
cookie across the table. Mrs. Hardcastle looked scornfully at Val and then
back at Tyne, whose gleeful grin was now irrepressible, and caught on.

"Oh you naughty boy. You're teasing me. You are a naughty, naughty
boy. I'll have to get even for that one." She began to laugh along at the
joke that Tyne had played on her.

"Honestly, I'm just not interested in dating anyone right now. I'm focused
on my grades and my mom needs my help around the house a lot. I want to go
to Harvard and then to medical school so I'm really focused on that. There
will be time to find that special someone later on in my life. I don't
really mind doing things on my own a lot."

"Well I guess it's good to have goals, but all work and no play makes Tyne
a dull boy, you know," said Val's mom.

"I guess. But now I've got Val to play with, so I don't have to just play
with myself." Val's hand stopped midair with a cookie suspended and cocked
his head toward Tyne with a bewildered look.

"Um, that didn't come out like I meant it. I meant, Val's gonna teach me
about fun stuff that guys do together." Val's mouth dropped and
Mrs. Hardcastle snickered. "Oh, wait, no. Not like ... I'm just gonna shut
up now. Can I have another cookie?"

"Certainly, dear. So, what time are you boys leaving in the morning?"

"About five. Gotta go early while the fish are still biting," Val answered.

"Oh my, that is early. You better take Tyne to bed so you can get up in the
morning. Do you want me to get up and make you some breakfast?"

"No Mom. Thanks, but I got that all planned already. You can sleep," Val
responded.

"I will if you want me to. But I appreciate that you thought ahead and
planned something."

"That's nice of you really, Mom, but I got it covered."

"Okay well, good night then. I'm glad you had a nice time at the
dance. Drive careful tomorrow."

"We will. Good night. Love you, Mom." Val got up and hugged his mother and
kissed her cheek.

"Good night, Mrs. Hardcastle. Thanks for the cookies."

"Good night, Tyne. Have fun tomorrow ... doing your guy stuff." She got up
snickering and started out of the kitchen but stopped and said as an
afterthought, "Val, if you're going to use the shower, be sure to show Tyne
where the clean towels are in the hall closet. And since you two have been
out dancing with girls, you better also show him where we keep the doodling
cloths. Since he doesn't date, he probably needs one." She whirled around
and trotted out.

"What was she talking about? What's doodling?" Tyne asked.

"Oh my God, she is so F'n impossible. I honestly think sometimes that
aliens dropped her off on this planet and abandoned her on Gram and Gramps'
doorstep," Val said as he drained the last of his milk.

"So what's doodling? Seriously, I don't get it."

"I keep a stack of older used wash cloths to clean up after myself when I
do the deed," Val explained, wagging his fist back and forth in the
air. Tyne stared blankly. "C'mon, think about it. Seriously, you're gonna
make me spell it out? Cum rags for when I jack off. She calls it
doodling. Don't ask why."

Tyne immediately blushed and was speechless. "Oh. Wow. I guess she
definitely got even for my abortion crack. So why does she call it
doodling?"

"I told you not to ask."

"That's exactly why I am asking. Spill it."

Val grunted but explained, "When I was little, I went around singing Yankee
Doodle Dandy all the time. I was in the bathtub one night and I was playing
with my little dick, I guess, and my mom told me to stop yanking on it and
I laughed and asked why I couldn't 'Yankee my doodle!' It stuck."

"So how did the doodling part come in? Just from calling it a doodle?"

"Yeah, when I started squirting, I was using my boxers and socks to wipe up
with and my dad sat me down one day and we had the sex talk and he said Mom
didn't like me using those and handed me a stack of old washcloths and said
these are your doodling rags from now on. But I still use my boxers when I
forget to grab a rag, which is pretty often. Then I just wash them out so
mom won't know."

"Holy crap! That's hilarious. So your mom was saying I probably needed to
... Oh my God, I can't believe it. She's crazy, dude. My mom would never
say something like that even to me, let alone one of my friends."

"Yeah, don't start shit with my mom, she'll bury you every time. I wasn't
planning on showering, but I really stink from dancing so much with
Sylvia. Let's go get ready for bed. You can shower too if you want."

"I'd like to shower even though it's late. I don't think I could sleep with
myself if I didn't."

"Good, cuz I don't think I could sleep with your stinky ass either."

The boys washed out their glasses and put them in the dishwasher then
headed off to Val's room. When Tyne saw that it was only a double bed, he
didn't think it looked big enough for Val and him to avoid contact during
the night, especially if Val slept sideways like he said.

Tyne grabbed his toiletries kit from his overnight case and followed Val to
the bathroom. On the way, they stopped in the hallway and got a fresh towel
for Tyne. "Here's the stack of doodle rags just in case you are horny and
want one. Honestly, if you need to, feel free." Tyne slugged Val in the
arm. Val didn't even flinch and chuckled to himself. The mere thought of
lying in bed next to Val and doodling his dick provoked a small bulging
sensation in Tyne's loins.

Tyne started brushing his teeth while Val started the hot water running. It
was a tub enclosure and the sliding doors were frosted glass in a brushed
chrome frame. Val rubbed his temples and squinted in obvious pain. He moved
to the medicine cabinet and shook three Ibuprofen tablets from the
bottle. He tossed them in his mouth and leaned over to suck water from the
faucet to swallow them with.

"Dude, how's your head, honestly?" Tyne asked sincerely.

"Honestly, it hurts like hell."

"If you need to stay home tomorrow, I'll understand."

Val looked him in the eye and said, "Can't. I gotta teach you all that fun
guy stuff you've been missing out on all these years." Val reached down and
playfully goosed Tyne. He couldn't help but notice that Tyne was slightly
pudged up.

Tyne jumped back and said, "Stop it, you freak. Who's the gay one here
anyway?"

Val snickered and unbuttoned his shirt, stripped it off, slipped out of his
gray dress pants, and quickly brushed his teeth, wearing only boxers and
black socks. Val bent down and slurped in another swig of water direct from
the faucet, swished, and spit. Tyne was still working over his molars
absent mindedly brushing the same spot over and over. Then Val faced the
shower, slipped out of his boxers, tugged off his socks and stepped over
the edge of the tub.

Tyne stopped brushing altogether and stared in lustful amazement, with
foaming, teal blue toothpaste drooling down his chin. Tyne stood frozen
while Val exposed his gorgeous, powerful backside to him. Tyne scanned
Val's muscular body and admired the various muscle groups as he ogled
downward from Val's thick neck across the nice traps extending to his broad
rounded deltoid shoulders.  Tyne admired the incredible biceps on Val's
large arms that were like pillars on a Greek temple framing his V-shaped
back into a narrow waist that expanded back out in perfect proportion to
form the firmest, most awe inspiring gluteus maximus that Tyne had ever
seen. No porno stud ever filmed had anything over Val's hot ass. He watched
in fascination as the muscles in Val's firm, sculpted cheeks flexed,
forming small dimples on either side when Val stepped out of his boxers and
pulled off his socks. Tyne caught just the slightest glimpse of the
underside of Val's dangling scrotum and tip of his dick as he bent over to
remove the socks. Tyne lost all self control when he saw that and his dick
rose to full attention and he started humming "Yankee Doodle Dandy."

When Val pulled the sliding shower door shut, Tyne reentered earth's
atmosphere and wiped the minty fresh ooze off his chin and cupped his hands
under the faucet for a handful of water to rinse with. He fished his facial
scrub from his bag and began vigorously rubbing his face. His breathing was
shallow and he rubbed his poor face nearly raw while he replayed the image
he'd just witnessed over and over in his head. He gargled with Listerine
and then returned to Val's bedroom to get a clean pair of boxers for
himself, along with the sweats he'd thankfully included. "No way I can
sleep in the same bed with that Adonis and be in boxers. I'd embarrass
myself for sure," he muttered.

He returned to the bathroom to find Val had just pulled his fresh boxers on
and Tyne easily gauged the exact spot where the long, thick penis ended. He
regretted leaving the room since he missed a possible peek at the big
doodle. If it were one inch longer, the tip would certainly extend beyond
the hem. As it was, the hem on the side Val was hanging was pushed out away
from his muscular thigh. Tyne chuckled out loud at the sight. "Angry Bird
boxers? Really? That's hilarious."

"I told you I like wearing funny boxers. These are one of my favorites. If
I open his beak, you can see the F'n giant worm he caught. Wanna see?"

"No. Geez. The apple didn't fall all that far from the tree around here,
did it?"

"What do you mean by that?" Val asked.

"I mean, you can be as embarrassing as your mother sometimes. It must be
the alien blood in your veins."

Val just laughed and hung up the towel. "Shower's all yours." Val opened
his medicine cabinet and pulled out his deodorant. Tyne shed his shirt and
pants and socks and then glanced over at Val. Val was busy flossing so Tyne
quickly pulled his white boxers down and stepped out of them and jumped
into the shower, pulling the door shut without Val seeing his fully erect
little dick. Tyne's heart was racing. He started the water and the first
blast was cold but then warmed back up quickly. Tyne let out a little whelp
from the shock of the cold water and Val laughed with
understanding. "You're supposed to warm it up before you get in, dork. I
thought you were the smart one."

"I thought it would already be warm from you using it. Thanks for the
warning, you freak."

When Tyne heard Val leave the room, he immediately grabbed his throbbing
dick and started doodling as fast and furiously as he could. He needed to
cum and he needed to cum bad. The whole dance experience, hanging out with
the hot jocks on the basketball team, and especially sweatin' next to Val
up on the stage, and then Val's strip tease before climbing in the shower,
not to mention wondering what Nick and Noah might be up to, had Tyne so
sexually worked up he could barely think of anything else besides unloading
his severely blue balls.

Tyne slipped his left hand behind himself and started sliding his middle
finger down through his crack and tickling his sphincter while he continued
furiously stroking his thin bone with his right fist. The purple head poked
in and out of the ring formed by his thumb and pointer finger on each
downward stroke. The intensity was building toward the desired climax when
Val's deep voice startled him. "I noticed we were out of conditioner and
I'm guessing you need it for that amazing Bieber Dome of yours. Here, I'll
hand it in through the door."

Tyne spun toward the wall away from Val, feeling panicked that he'd been
caught in the act of doodling. "NO! Um, just set it on the back of the
toilet and I'll grab it when I need it. I ... um, I got soap in my eyes
right now."

"Okay, shy boy. Here it is. I'll be in bed. Just come in when you're
finished. I like to sleep by the wall, is it okay if you have the outside
edge?"

"Sure. Fine. I'm almost finished here then I'll come in bed with you."

Val snickered and said, "Well stop in the hall and grab a doodle rag if
you're planning to 'cum' in bed with me."

"Oh shit. I did it again, didn't I?"

"Yup. You crack me up, dude. Just hurry your ass up so we can get a couple
hours sleep at least." Val left chuckling to himself.

Tyne hoped he would shrink but he didn't. His proud four and a half inches
stood straight out at a 45 degree angle, fully engorged. The spray of the
water jets continued to stimulate the sensitive head of his little dick and
kept him fully boned. Now though, he didn't dare take the time to finish
since it would be obvious, he thought, what he was up to. He worried Val
already knew and maybe heard the sound of his slapping flesh or saw the
shadow of his actions behind the frosted glass. He felt a mixture of
intense embarrassment combined with balmy eroticism from jacking in Val's
presence. His balls ached even more as he quickly grabbed the conditioner
off the toilet tank and finished his hair. He couldn't resist a couple
passes over his quivering boner with the slippery conditioner as lube.

Tyne turned off the water and stepped out to retrieve the clean towel on
the counter. He dried himself off in front of the mirror and carefully
dabbed at his persistent, sensitive erection. He couldn't seem to make the
damn thing go down.  Tyne stared at it, willing it to recede but it defied
him. He pushed it downward as far as he could before it resisted and then
let it flip back up, slapping against his belly. He did that a couple more
times before he gave up on controlling it and moved his focus to his
toes. The plush, turquoise rug felt soft under his sensitive bare
feet. Taking the jar of special Neutrogena cream from his bag, he lifted
one foot and then the other and applied the lotion to keep them soft. He
rubbed the remainder over his hands and made a pass over his dick and
balls.

Tyne couldn't shake the image of Val's beautiful body. He gave his boner a
couple more strokes for good measure, then he picked up his clean boxers
off the floor and pulled them on. He bent back over and pulled on his
sweatpants. Finally, he put on the blue, Hewlett Packard promotional
t-shirt, tugging on the hem to pull it as far as possible over his small
tent. While turning side to side and glancing in the mirror to confirm that
his erection was not apparent, he caught sight of an additional image in
the mirror. "How long have you been standing there?" Tyne gasped.

Violet was standing in the hallway just outside the bathroom door, which
had been left ajar by Val, with both hands clasped over her gaping mouth
and eyes as wide as a hoot owl's. "A while," she eked out.

"Did you see?" Tyne asked, glancing at his tent. Violet didn't remove her
hands and just shook her head, yes. "What're you doing spying on me?" Tyne
scorned.

"I wasn't spying," she said indignant. "I needed to pee. Why are you here?"

"I'm spending the night. Please don't tell anyone what you just saw,
especially Val." Tyne gathered his soiled clothes and brushed past Violet
with his face burning hot.

Smirking and realizing her position, she said, "Maybe I will and maybe I
won't. What's it worth to you?"

"I let you live if you keep quiet," Tyne said half serious as he made his
way down the hall into Val's bedroom. He heard Violet snickering and half
way down the hall she called his name.

"Oh Tyne," Tyne turned to see her grinning and holding her pink nightgown
up just under her small breasts. "Look what I got. Now we're even." She
flashed him.

Tyne covered his eyes and spun away. "Stop that. What's wrong with you?" He
rushed off into Val's bedroom a little shaken.

From the dim glow of a streetlight outside, Tyne could tell that Val
completely filled the far side of the bed and did in fact sleep somewhat at
an angle to accommodate his large frame. Tyne stared at the remaining space
with uncertainty. He worried that if he rubbed up against Val's body, which
seemed inevitable, he could lose all control and cum in his sweats. Between
Mrs. Hardcastle's comments, Val interrupting his doodling in the shower and
then Violet seeing his boner and flashing her budding titties, he was
rethinking just how good the whole idea of spending the night really was.

Just as Tyne was considering making his way out to the living room couch,
Val rolled onto his back and asked, "What are you doing? Why aren't you
getting in bed?"

"Um, I was just thinking maybe I should just go sleep on the couch."

"Oh man, you are one shy little heterophobe. If it'll make you feel better,
we can do what the basketball team does when we share motel rooms at
tournaments. One of us gets under the sheet and the other one gets on top
of the sheet. That way, there's no risk of touching each other. So which do
you prefer to be, a top or a bottom?" Val asked. Tyne laughed out loud.

"What?" Val asked in a confused tone.

"You just asked if I preferred to be a top or a bottom."

"Oh shit. You're rubbing off on me, dude." They chuckled together over it
as Tyne slipped under the blanket but stayed on top of the sheet. "I guess
this means you're a bottom." His feet touched Val's shins through the sheet
and Val gave him a playful punch in the arm for his crack. Tyne lay there
on his back staring at the ceiling, feeling awkward and tense, wondering
what Nick and Noah were up to.

Val suddenly rose up on an elbow and said, "Crap, I forgot to set the
alarm. Excuse me." He proceeded to lean over the top of Tyne and retrieve
the alarm clock off the nightstand. Val planted one elbow to the side of
Tyne's head and one near his ribcage. Val's pit hairs tickled Tyne's nose
and be began wiggling it. He could smell the mixture of Val's natural musky
scent with the deodorant he had applied and the smell and closeness of
Val's body acted to strengthen Tyne's erection. It was so damn hard that it
physically hurt down near the base of it. He could feel the erection all
the way down his perineum to where it met his quivering hole. He feared he
could shoot his wad without even touching himself.

Val set the clock back down and rolled over onto his own side again. As he
did, Val's forearm brushed against Tyne's sweatpants tent. "What was that
all about?" Val asked.

"What was what all about?" Tyne asked.

"Wiggling your nose in my armpit and then popping a boner over it. You got
an armpit fetish or something?"

"Shut up! You stuck your armpit in my face, you freak. Your pit hairs were
tickling my nose. I'm really ticklish. Oops. I probably shouldn't have told
you that."

"No, you shouldn't have." Val attacked Tyne's rib cage and Tyne squealed
and jerked.

"Stop it. Stop it! Ahh, you freak, stop." Tyne's dick bumped and rubbed
against Val's arm while Val was tickling him. Val was laughing and Tyne's
tickle laughter turned slowly to annoyed spurts of irritation. "Not fair,
dude."

"Sorry. How could I resist?" Sensing Tyne's embarrassment, Val apologized,
"No, really. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you, dude. Forgive me,
okay? I don't give a shit if you popped one. I get 'em all the time still,
myself."

"Okay. Let's just get some sleep now," Tyne said.

"Good idea." Val lay back down and in no time fell into a deep
slumber. Tyne laid there still struggling with his throbbing dick and
aching blue balls. He relived the sensation of Val's arm brushing over the
head of his dick beneath the sweats. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed
it. He listened to Val's steady breathing and watched the large, broad
chest rise and fall under the blanket. Tyne reached for his phone and sent
Noah a text. "lyin in bed next to a total GOD with a boner that wont go
down. How r u and nick doin?" A couple of seconds later, he got this reply,
"im making out w/ nick. His lips r like candy. Call me when u get home frm
fishng."

Finally, and thankfully, Tyne drifted off to sleep.

                                                             **##**

Noah and Nick were still on the couch in Noah's living room sucking some
serious face when Noah got a text from Tyne. He was surprised when he read
it. So he shot off a quick reply.

"Who was that?" Nick asked.

"Tyne. He's excited to be going fishing, and he wanted to know if I got
home okay."

"Oh, okay. I don't understand why Val wants to be friends with him. I feel
left out."

"Oh, honey, don't feel like that."

"But if Val is going to fool around with a guy, it should be me," Nick
whined. "I'm his best friend. We're tight. At least we used to be."

"Who said they're going to fool around? Trust me on this one: Val is not
gay. Not, not, not. Lord knows if he was, I'd be all over him like flies on
shit. But he's not. And Tyne isn't going to do anything to mess up their
friendship, no matter how big Val's dick is. Tyne's a romantic and he's not
going to get that from Val. Besides, he's wearing his chastity belt under
his sweats tonight. It's just like they have different life experiences
that the other one finds interesting. That's part of growing up - meeting
people you find interesting and spending time with. But you don't always
have to go to bed with them. It doesn't mean Val won't still be friends
with you or that Tyne won't still be friends with me, unless we get all
pissy and possessive like Lizzy."

"Not to dis on your friend, Noah, but what does Val see in Tyne? I get why
Tyne would be interested in Val because he's so hot looking and has a
humongous dick, but still..."

"You sure you didn't get dropped on your head? Listen. While Tyne was
helping Val understand his algebra, they just sorta clicked. But only as
friends. Tyne wants to go fishing, why, I don't know, and Val can show him
how to do it. Plus, Val was impressed that Tyne is a second degree brown
belt. People don't know what Tyne is all about. He's not only smart, but he
has a heart of gold. He'd do anything for a friend. Look what he did at the
dance tonight. He's all about looking out for others. Just so you know, he
was ready to take you down the other day when you demanded my phone. Val's
basically a big teddy bear himself. I'm guessing that's a big part of the
attraction."

"Really? I guess I get that. Val really is a teddy bear at heart. But
there's no fucking way Tyne could take me down. Get real, dude."

"Yes, way. You'd be hurtin'. I've seen him sparring at tournaments a couple
of times and he's dropped guys twice your size. Well, maybe not twice, but
bigger than you for sure."  Noah stood up suddenly, and pretending to be
Mr. T, made a karate chop and then a spinning kick towards Nick, "Down to
the ground, mother fucker!"

"You're freakin' hilarious."

"But Tyne wouldn't do that unless he had to. He's a good guy and doesn't
like to fight."

"Then why is he in karate?"

"Because there are too many thugs that want to beat up gay guys. His mom
didn't want him to be bullied."

"His mom knows he's gay? Wow. All right, so cool, I get it now. If that's
all it's about, then I hope they have fun tomorrow. Val loves to fish and
ride his four-wheeler. Shit, maybe we can all be friends."

"Yeah, that'd be fabulous. We could have like a double date. We could go
see The Vow together, and we could sit on the back row and make out in the
dark.

"I was thinking more like going fishing and riding with Val and Tyne. And
don't start thinking that just because I'm staying over here tonight that
you can go hanging on me in public. Holy shit."

"Tyne hasn't really done any of that outdoor stuff before. I bet he hates
it, especially the slimy fish part. He'll probably never go do that
again. And, don't worry about me embarrassing you at school. I can be
discreet if I want to. I just don't usually want to. Um, Nick?"

"Yeah?"

"So what about us? Is there anything you like about me?"

"Tyne might not like fishing but you apparently do."

"What? What are you talking about fishing for?"

"You're fishing for some strokes from me. Feeling a little self-conscious
and insecure, are we?"

"No, it's just that ... well you have a thing for Val and let's face it,
I'm not at all like him. So why are you here with me? Why did you want to
kiss me?"

"Because I like you, Noah. At least, I like this Noah. The freaky, all out
there, Noah kind of makes me squirm, but this real part of you, I like a
lot. I get what you said before about spending time with different types of
people. I've been a dick lately. I've just been so worried about what other
people think. And because of that, I've ignored interesting and cool people
that are right in front of me. Like you. Yeah, you're not a big buff jock,
but honestly, you're still fucking cute and interesting, like the sizzling
fajitas platter at TGI Friday's. And your nice like Val and Tyne are, and
you're really funny. Oh, and you have a really nice ass! I've been a real
dick to you, not to mention Val and Tyne, but you've always treated me
nice. I'm sorry for that. I'd like to be your friend."

"Cool! I'd like that too," Noah said, sitting back down close to Nick.

"Now it's my turn to fish. Why did you invite me in tonight? Why are any of
you friendly to me after the way I've treated you guys?"

Caught off guard, Noah choked a little. "Full disclosure? Because you're
freakin' hot. I've been perving on your body for a long time. And now that
I've gotten to know you better I think you're all right as a human,
too. And now, I can add that you kiss like a vacuum cleaner."

That broke Nick out of his little funk and he chuckled. "Awesome. Hey, I
think I missed a spot. Let me vacuum it up." Nick pulled Noah into him and
pressed their lips together. Nick slid one of his large hands behind Noah's
head and pressed him into a deep, passionate kiss. Noah bravely extended
his tongue to the surface and Nick immediately vacuumed it in, causing Noah
to involuntarily shudder.

Breaking the kiss, Noah asked in a soft whisper "Oh my God, Nick, you wanna
come to bed with me and make out some more?"

"Sure," he said in a husky voice. "I was hoping you'd ask me to."

"C'mon, big boy, let's go." Noah stood up and grabbed Nick's wrist. He
pulled the bigger teen up and dragged him down the long hall to his
bedroom, flipping on all of the lights as they went, while Nick just
snickered and shut them back off. "My room's in here at the end of the
hall. My parents put me down here because they said I'm noisy."

Nick laughed out loud. "Ya think?"

"I think they even sound-proofed the walls," Noah said, ignoring Nick.

They walked in the room holding hands and Nick was totally amazed at what
he saw. "Dude! This is your room? It looks like that Ikea store down at the
mall exploded and all of the good stuff fell through your roof.

"I know! Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's great. I don't know what I was expecting, but it sure wasn't
this. Everything is so neat and clean. It doesn't even look like anyone
lives here. You should see my room - it's a big freakin' mess. But
this. Wow. It looks like it could be in a magazine. You got some serious
style going on, boy!"

"Thanks. I've been buying a new piece every payday. The good thing is that
their stuff is so cheap, it will fall apart or be broken by the time I'm
tired of it. And then I can redecorate! Look over here," he said, pulling
Nick across the room, "I have my computer hooked up to a big flat screen
over here on the wall so I can practice my dance moves."

"Wow. That's cool. Turn it on and let me see it."

"Okay. Um, you wanna dance some more? You and I didn't get to dance
together tonight," he said shyly.

"Sure, yeah. But only if we can dance like Tyrell and Latwanza were
doing. That was freakin' hot! I bet he tapped that fine piece tonight."
Nick grinned.

"Awesome. Let me play my 'boyfriend mix'. I synched up my favorite songs to
play to my favorite videos and this one is for if I ever got a
boyfriend. Not that you're my boyfriend, but, um you know what I mean. I
like to mash them up. I've got a lot of cool video gear if you ever want to
make a real porno, by the way."

"Yeah, no, I don't think so. That almost got me in a tub full of shit. I'm
done with that. What kind of music do you like?"

"Just about everything. I wish I could sing, but I don't have the chops for
that. What do you like?"

"I was hoping the DJ was going to play Moves Like Jagger tonight, but he
didn't. Got that one?"

"Oh, hell yeah. I'm gonna teach you some serious new moves, puppy-boy!"
Noah synched up his laptop and flipped on all of the buttons that
controlled the monitors, speakers and lights. Then Adam Levine started to
sing out,

Take me by the tongue And I'll know you Kiss me 'til you're drunk And I'll
show you

"I can't really dance all that good." Nick said in his self deprecating
tone that he sometimes fell into. Noah grabbed Nick's hand and started to
get his groove on. Nick just stood there for a minute not moving, and just
watching him dance around, and then, throwing his arms up in defeat, came
sliding up to Noah, wrapping his arms around his hips. They danced like
that through a few songs, grinding their hot and sweaty bodies into one
another. At first, Nick sort of dry humped against Noah, but Noah stopped
him and showed him how to be more subtle in his motions. Nick was actually
getting pretty good. "See", Noah said. "It's not just about bumping and
grinding as if you're having sex standing up the way Tyrell and Latwanza
were doing. It's more sensual when you slide and glide. You've got natural
rhythm. Hell, when you're this big basketball star and I'm a famous dancer,
we could end up on Dancing with the Stars together." Nick laughed and then
kissed Noah long and deep while they continued their sensual dance.

Then Florence + Machine came on and Noah screamed and said, "I love this
song. Watch this!" Noah let go of Nick and started to really work it,
gyrating and moving perfectly to the beat. He was dancing so much better
than the guys were doing on the video playing on the wall.

Nick just stood there and watched this guy totally get into the song,
thoroughly impressed. He reminded Nick of that Asian guy on Glee that he
watched with one of his skanky girlfriends. Damn, he was good. Nick jumped
in and started to twist and turn and match Noah's sick moves. He was having
a blast. When Florence started the chorus, he couldn't help himself and
started singing along,

"Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa Shake it
out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa And it's hard to
dance with a devil on your back So shake him off, oh whoa"

Finally, both teens were completely beat, and they fell gasping for air on
Noah's bed in a sweaty heap. "That was fucking awesome, dude. You're a
great dancer," Nick said, looking up at Noah, who had landed on top of him.

"Thanks. You are too, but you have to loosen up a little bit more. I can
teach you," Noah said, with a big grin on his face. He was so happy that he
had a hot guy on his bed! He leaned down and kissed Nick again, strong and
forceful. Nick was receptive, and wrapped his muscular arms tightly around
Noah's back, and then he slipped one arm underneath Noah's sweaty shirt to
feel his hot back. That sent shivers running through Noah's entire body.

They were both grinding into each other like crazy, Nick pulling Noah
tighter and tighter while Noah kissed him with crazed abandon. Their cocks,
hard like missiles in their pants, were about to explode. Nick rolled Noah
off him, never breaking their kiss, and rolled again once more and was now
on top of him. Grinding and thrusting; they kissed like there was no
tomorrow. Finally, feeling the fire burning in his loins, Nick pulled away,
wanting his first time with a guy his own age to last more than a few
minutes.

"Stop for a second. I want to undress you," he said with a leer.

"Oh, baby. Do it," Noah purred.

Nick slowly stood, and pulled off Noah's shoes and socks, kissing each of
Noah's toes one by one, making Noah laugh hysterically. Then he stood Noah
up and unbuttoned Noah's shirt. Slipping it off his arms and tossing it to
the floor, he leaned in and sucked a little on each of Noah's nipples,
savoring the hot, salty taste. Next, he slowly unzipped Noah's zipper,
pulling off the pants and boxers Noah had borrowed from Tyne with one quick
movement, then pushed him back down on the bed completely naked. Noah's
hard, hairless dick was pulsing with desire. Nick stared for a brief moment
and sighed, stripped off his own clothes and in record time, he was naked
too. Then, Nick got back on the bed and settled in, kneeling between Noah's
legs, admiring Noah's completely smooth body including his ball sack and
missing pubic patch.

"Wow. That looks hot. How hard is it to shave that off?"

Noah had to clear his throat before he spoke. "It's easy. I do it last
thing in the shower. You should see me when I have my curved barbells in my
ball sack. They're wicked!"

"I'll bet. I wish I could do hot shit like that. After I graduate I'm going
for it. I want a few tattoos, too." He closed his eyes and sighed as he
slowly caressed Noah's exposed genitals. Nick cupped Noah's balls, and then
took them in his mouth, one at a time, making Noah sigh loudly with
pleasure.

"Oh God, Nick! That feels so good," Noah moaned, tossing his head back and
forth. "I can't believe this is actually happening."

It might have been what he learned from a few years back when Nick did it
with his cousin, or maybe he'd watched how the skanks he dated did this to
him, but whatever it was, he was good at it. He licked all around Noah's
pink dick head, making sure to get it good and wet. Then he started to take
his unlikely new friend's member all the way down his throat. Then, he
remembered something that his cousin had done to him and he got excited to
show it to Noah. He pulled off Noah's pulsing member long enough to push
his legs over his shoulders. When he did that, Noah panicked.

"You're not going to fuck me! I'm not just some boy whore who spreads it
for anyone."

"Relax. Of course not. We're not ready for that I know. And besides, I
don't have a rubber with me. If and when we do that, it will be special. I
promise. Just relax, you'll like this and I swear it won't hurt."

Still skeptical, Noah relaxed slightly and laid his head back down on the
pillow. Nick made a great show of sticking his finger in his mouth, and
once he got it all nice and wet, he leaned back down, took Noah's cock back
in his mouth and lightly brushed Noah's asshole with his slippery digit. He
massaged it around and around the puckered opening, and once Noah was
comfortable, he slipped it in and ever so carefully worked it into the
tight sphincter muscle. Noah jumped a couple of times, and yelped a little
bit, but remained still, almost shaking with anticipation. His cock
throbbed in Nick's mouth and started to leak that tasty liquid. Nick moved
his finger deeper into Noah, earning another satisfied groan, and then
started slow back and forth motions, waiting for the muscles to relax
completely. Finally, Nick's finger reached its target, deep inside Noah,
and he started to massage that little button of joy in tandem with deep
sucks on his hard dick.

"Oh God, Nick, that feels soooo good!"

Nick couldn't reply and instead, started to really work Noah's hot cock
with his mouth. Pressing hard on the teen's prostrate, it didn't take Noah
long to start panting harder, gasping actually, and then with a thrust of
his hips, he grabbed the sheets in his hands cried out, "Oh yes baby. Oh
yes, yes, yes," and emptied his pent-up, steaming load deep into the
basketball jock's hot, waiting mouth.

When he regained his composure, he said, "Oh my God, Nick. That was the
best. I had no idea it could be that good. Thank you for being my first. I
just hope I can do it as good to you as you did to me. What if I suck at
it?"

"I'm sure you won't suck at sucking. Guys just know how to suck other guys
off. It's probably natural instinct for gay guys. You can't be any worse
than some of the skanks that have done me."

They switched places and Noah went down on his first cock. His own dick
immediately sprang back to a full erection. He did a good job, although not
a great job and soon, Nick was blasting off in his mouth in no
time. Although, he'd imagined it many times, the actual experience of
having someone's cum in his mouth caught Noah unprepared and his initial
reaction was to spit. He knew he couldn't since Nick had taken his load so
he forced himself to swallow. It wasn't really bad after the first
taste. Noah drained the last drops from Nick's six and a half inches and
slid up next to him, laying his head on Nick's chest. Nick tenderly stroked
Noah's back for a bit. Noah pulled himself in tight against Nick's body,
closed his eyes, breathed in their combined scent and savored the moment of
his first experience. After that, both boys were so utterly exhausted that
they fell fast asleep, Noah remained wrapped up tight in Nicks strong arms,
his face pressed to Nick's tight chest.

                                                             **##**

Tyne woke shivering. Val had rolled around so much that he pulled the
blanket off of Tyne and he was completely exposed to the cold night
air. Even wearing sweats, Tyne was chilled. He rolled to his side to
retrieve the blanket and had to lift Val's arm up to free it. Tyne was
immediately taken with the power and strength that he could sense beneath
Val's flesh. He pulled a corner of the blanket free and watched to be sure
that Val remained asleep. He did. Tyne stared longingly at Val's broad
chest rising and falling with each lumbering breath. Tyne reached slowly
over and laid a trembling hand on Val's chest, imagining they were
lovers. Tyne wasn't sure if he was trembling from the cold or from
nervousness, or a combination of both. Tyne's dick sprang into full
erection again. Slowly, Tyne traced his fingers over Val's pecs and all
over the large round shoulders and across the large biceps. He traced his
finger over the nubs on Val's quarter sized nipples, causing them to
rise. The sensation of Val's flesh against his fingertips caused Tyne to
involuntarily moan ever so softly.

Tyne stared at Val's commanding square jaw and rich, full lips, slightly
parting as he gently blew each breath out in exhale. Tyne desperately
wanted to lean over and kiss those luscious lips. He looked at Val's long
eyelashes attached to the eyelids, shielding Val's soft brown eyes from his
view. Tyne's dick expanded, seemingly past its capacity, as he carefully
and slowly slid the blanket lower down to Val's naval. He paused to make
sure Val continued sleeping while he drank in the beauty of Val's upper
body. His strong arm lay draped over his chest with his large hand lying
flat over his ribcage. Tyne traced along the fingers with his own fingers
until Val twitched and Tyne quickly pulled his hand away.

Tyne thought the sound of his pounding heart would be enough to wake the
entire household, let alone Val, but Val's chest continued in its steady,
regular breathing pattern and his eyes remained closed. Tyne regained his
courage and gently rubbed his hand over Val's rippled abs. It occurred to
Tyne that Val's entire body was like one massive erection, firm and
powerful beneath a soft sheath of skin. The imaginary concept of making
love to such a body drove Tyne to throw caution to the wind. Ever so
carefully, Tyne inched the blanket and sheet downward until he was rewarded
with more than he hoped for. Apparently, the angry bird on the front of
Val's boxers was a woodpecker. Val had morning wood and the tip actually
peeked out of the waistband of the silky boxers nearly reaching up to Val's
belly button. "Oh my God," Tyne softly gasped.

The opportunity was irresistible. The risks were high though. A myriad of
'what if's' bombarded Tyne's brain and better sense, but his other head,
his tiny head, overruled and he reached over and traced a finger along
Val's thick, pulsating doodle. He stopped at the waistband for fear of
waking Val. He kept glancing at Val's face to make sure he didn't show any
signs of waking as he traced up and down the hot, thick shaft of his new
friend. His own dick was oozing drops of pre-cum and his breathing was
shallow and ragged.

Tyne slipped his hand down and cupped Val's balls ever so gently, then
caressed his way back up the length of the shaft with a thumb on one side
and his fingers on the other side of the massive tool. Tyne freed his other
arm from underneath his body and using both index fingers, gently slipped
them under the waistband of Val's boxers and slowly lifted and dragged the
waistband down below the purple, mushroom shaped head. A drop of pre-cum
slipped from Val's opening. Tyne swiped at it and licked it from his
fingertip. He savored the silky texture and unique flavor. He leaned in
close, peeked up at Val's face to confirm he was asleep, and drew in a deep
breath through his nostrils. The potent odor of a man's crotch filled
Tyne's sinuses and he closed his eyes and shuddered.

Tyne stared intently at Val's face and then licked his finger and traced
along the exposed lower ridge of Val's expanded head and across the
sensitive, erotically charged frenulum. Tyne grabbed his own dick with his
other hand and squeezed it tightly as the need for draining his overdue
balls defied resistance.  In a final act of reckless abandon, Tyne leaned
in and pressed his lips to the underside of Val's thick, hot dickhead in a
tender kiss. The sensation of his lips pressing against the taut, scorching
hot dickhead of this gorgeous specimen of man-flesh, pushed Tyne into a
near delirium. His powerful and inevitable climax overtook him at that
moment and he squeezed his small shaft even tighter while the white hot
fluid erupted into his boxers and sweatpants. He jerked and twitched as
waves of euphoric pleasure coursed through his entire body. Tyne opened his
eyes and lifted his lips, then gave a gentle swipe of his tongue over Val's
long, tightly stretched frenulum triggering an explosion the likes of which
Tyne never could have imagined. Val grunted and tensed up as thick ropes of
white hot cum propelled up over Val's rippled abs and chest. Blast followed
blast as Tyne watched in awe. Then he came to a realization of what he'd
just done.

In a panic, Tyne rolled onto the floor and grabbed his pillow, pulling it
off the bed. He rolled onto his side and held his breath.  "Oh damnit
Tyne," he said to himself. "What the fuck did you just do? You finally made
a new friend and you had to go and mess it all up didn't you?" He
immediately began imagining the butt kicking he would probably get and
fully deserve from Val. He knew the trip to the lake would be off for sure
and if Val let him live, he'd probably never speak to him again. "Fuck,
fuck, fuck!"

Suddenly, Tyne heard Kid Cudi rapping in his ears. It took a minute before
he realized it was the alarm clock. He heard Val slap the alarm to silence
it and question, "What the F just happened?"

Tyne feigned sleep. Val slid to the edge of the bed and said. "What you
doing down there?"

"Hmm, humph, umm, what?" Tyne mumbled trying his best to pretend he'd been
sleeping.

"Why're you on the floor?"

"I guess I fell out of bed. You sure roll around a lot."

"Oh really?" Tyne couldn't tell if Val believed him or not. Val was
squinting and rubbing his temples.

"How's your head?" Tyne asked, trying to divert the conversation.

"It's sort of wet and sticky at the moment, thanks to you."

Tyne's heart practically stopped. "What do you mean?" Tyne asked as
innocently as he could. Tyne now anticipated the worst was about to
happen. He imagined Val launching into a string of expletives and name
calling, including 'faggot' and 'queer', no doubt. He braced himself for
Val to drop off the bed on top of him and mercilessly beat the shit out of
him for what he'd just done and he felt like he probably deserved whatever
Val dished out.

"I guess sleeping next to each other affected us both. It looks like you
had a wet dream too, based on the big cum stain in your sweats. I haven't
had one of those in a couple of years. I hope yours was as good as
mine. Let's get cleaned up and get out of here. There's fish to catch."
Tyne's heart started beating again and he breathed in deeply, filling his
empty lungs. He closed his eyes while making a silent promise to himself
that he'd never do anything like that ever again.