Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2007 06:49:40 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DOGGY & DONNY 2...(TROUBLE IN PARADISE)    fiction by Donny

My cousin and I are known around here as the
twin-cousins:  Doggy & Donny.   That's because  we
were born 16 minutes apart in the same hospital ...
and Donny's dad is my dad's identical twin.    So
maybe you can see why, in our little farming town,
we'd be labeled the twin-cousins.  My mom says that
twin-cousins is kind of like an oxymoran.  And I
always say " Who ya callin  a moron this time ,
Mom?"  I like to see my mom's wonderful smile.  Last
February 13th Donny and me turned 15 years old.

We live on a farm with our families,  in duplicate
houses that are situated  20 feet apart....  it's the
same  farm our great grandfather owned and operated.
Our grandparents, and now our dads,  own and farm that
same land  too.  Donny and me are going to break this
farming tradition.  We don't care for farming all that
much.  You have to get up too early for one thing and
fertilizer smells bad for another thing.  There are
some other issues too.   We haven't shared this
'breaking the tradition' secret with anyone yet;
well,  we did tell our best bud Alan but he's been
sworn to secrecy.


There's  another secret we haven't told anyone about,
including Alan.... it's that Donny and me are gay.
We're gay for each other too.  You know,  as in gay
lovers.    We've always been very close anyway,
having grown up together and all that. So it's not
surprising we love each other,  like most people love
their family;  but in addition,  we're also  'in
love'....  which as you may know, is a very different
thing.  Donny says that in addition to the affect I
have on him,  he's also been noticing other cute boys
lately.  He says that looking at some of these boys
is making his dick have that 'buzzing' feeling.   I'm
glad he always adds, " none of these other  boys make
my dick 'buzz' as much as you do , Doggy."        As
for me,  only Donny makes my dick 'buzz'.  It's been
known to 'buzz' hard enough, on occasion,  that I
shoot off in my pants thinking about him.  I really
only have a 'buzzing' thing for Donny; no other boy
interest me.

Even though our dads are identical twins Donny and I
don't look a lot alike.  That's because our mothers
look very different. I have to say  our dads are good
looking men; everyone thinks so.  Our mothers are
pretty too so Donny and me;  well,   we're not ugly
ducklings or anything like that.  I might as well be
very clear about this right from the start;  Donny is
the cutest, best looking boy I've ever seen.  He's
about 5'4" and around 100 lbs, same as me,  but he has
strawberry-blond hair and some freckles across the
bridge of his nose.    I have light brown hair and no
freckles.  We both get the same kind of haircut;
short all around the sides and back and left long
enough to comb down on top with the hair 1 1/2" long
in front combed straight up.  We think we look cool.
Donny has a cute nose and chin that just go together
perfectly.   I find myself staring at his mouth with
his puffy lips and sparkling white teeth....I always
wondered what his mouth would taste like.  He has a
way of lifting his eyebrows and opening his eyes wide
when I talk to him.  Its as if I'm the most
interesting person he's ever met.  When Donny gives
you his attention it's 100% yours.  You can tell I'm
quite taken with him.  And when Donny smiles it's a
beautiful thing and I always smile with him.  It's
involuntary, he smiles... I smile.

We had a joint birthday party  awhile back but only
our families and our mutual best friend Alan Jordan
and his family were at the party.  We live a long way
from town so we couldn't invite class mates because
the boys we would want to invite are 'townies'.   It's
a two and a half hour round trip ride from town to our
farm and that's too far to travel just for some ice
cream and cake.   Alan and his parents live right here
on the farm.  There house is about a quarter mile from
ours. His dad works for our dad.    Since first grade
us boys have been sort of the three musketeers;  Alan,
 Doggy and Donny .

 We're not as much the three musketeers as we use to
be because  Donny and I 'came out' to each other about
being gay and Alan hasn't  show any sign that he leans
that way at all.  Of course, Donny and me couldn't
pick up any signals about our feelings for each other
either .  I'm not bragging but it was me who got the
'gay' ball rolling when we were on winter break from
school earlier this year.  We went camping out in the
cold and the snow and I forced the issue about the gay
'thing' by hugging and kissing Donny.  Anyway that's
what I thought at the time.

As it turned out, on the first of our three nights
camping out Donny had purposely spilled our pee bottle
in his own sleeping bag.   He did that so the two of
us would be forced to share my sleeping bag.  He
planned the 'accident'  ahead of time.  I had no idea
he'd done it intentionally but,  when Donny was next
to me, almost naked....well,   I lost my mind and
hugged and kissed him.  I hadn't planned ahead to do
it,   it just was an irresistible impulse I guess.
Hugging and kissing him is what I'd longed to do for
almost two years before I finally did it.    I
certainly wasn't disappointed with the hug or the kiss
one bit I can assure you of that.  Then when Donny
kissed me back I saw stars and fireworks and my heart
tried to pound it's way out of my chest.  It came
close to doing it too.  My dick got so hard I was
afraid to roll over on it because I thought  it might
break off ......... and I'd have to look for it  the
next morning at  the bottom of my sleeping bag.

 I thought nothing ever could be as perfect as Donny
and me hugging and kissing.  Since it's happened
though,  I've found out that, yes indeed,  there are a
few  things that are even more perfect than hugging
and kissing.  I mean as far as creating the fireworks
in my head and the heart pounding in my chest and that
feeling around my dick and balls that makes me lick my
lips and groan and moan.......those sorts of things.
 Nothing against the hugging and kissing, nothing
against those things at all.  However,  some other
things Donny and me have done together can almost blow
the top of my head off.  Other times I'm  worried that
the head of my dick is going to end up 10 feet
away......that's  because Donny can make  me  shoot my
cum out so fast and hard I'm thinking the head of my
dick is going to fly off with it.   He can get me
wicked excited alright.

That first night in my sleeping bag  we did a lot of
hugging, kissing and licking until we were so hot we
jerked each  other off....we did it two times as a
matter of fact.  That's one of the things that is even
more perfect than hugging and kissing;     jerking
each other off.          Oh my God,  I had never
dreamed of cuming so hard.  Up till then it was the
best feeling I've ever had.  I've had some better ones
since then but that doesn't take anything away from
that one..

After we fell asleep in each others arms that first
night, sharing  my sleeping bag, nothing has been the
same for us.     Being as close as two best friends
can possibly be is a fabulous situation to start with.
 We really feel we are identical twins just like our
fathers are, except we just don't look identical.
We're identical in every other way. The only thing I
worried about was that I was gay and Donny wasn't.
Clearing up that misconception has done wonders for my
peace of mind.  I had a smile I couldn't control when
I woke up that first morning with Donny and me in my
sleeping bag together.   Donny's hair was tickling my
nose.  He was still sleeping and I got to stare at him
and feel my boner growing.  Real good feeling.  I
counted his freckels ... 34 total, if I include the
little spects .......

I didn't go through any kind of period when I
thought... "I can't believe this is happening" or
anything dramatic like that..  I knew it was real .
I knew Donny wasn't going to wake up and try to take
back our hugs, kisses, jerk-offs and all that.  It
simply wasn't going to happen so I had a real
peaceful, dreamy state of mind going for me.   It was
a warm and safe and comfortable feeling for me to
relax in...... I was feeling a lot of love for Donny
too.  And for the first time in my life I could feel
true 'gay' love for him.  I thought to myself that I
might never experience a feeling this absolutely
perfect ever again.  This might be the best moment
I'll ever have in my life.

Donny woke up and asked,  "Everything OK, Doggy?  You
look a bit spaced-out."  I told him about my perfect
frame of mind....my perfect feeling.  He said "It is
perfect right this second, Doggy,  and let's keep it
perfect for the next two days.  After that we have
stuff we have to think about and decide how we should
handle; there are a number of things really. "  I
wanted to ask him what the hell he was talking about
but that would ruin the perfect feeling.  That is, the
perfect feeling  I 'use'  to have.  Damn, why does
Donny always think about the practical stuff.

No matter how hard I wanted NOT to ask him, I had to
ask, "What         things do we have to decide?"  He
said that we have to decide who we were going to tell
about our being gay.  Our parents deserved honesty
from their  sons.  And should we tell Alan and let him
make the decision to either continue being our friend
or.... whatever.  And how were we going to proceed
having sex together when we're at home.  Will we tell
people at school?.............
"Things like that, Doggy."  He was saying all these
things in a low, sincere and kind voice while he
looked into my eyes with a serious, compassionate look
on his face.

My jaw dropped open and I thought   "so much for that
'perfect feeling'.  I can hardly remember what it felt
like".  To Donny I said,
"Have you lost your god damned mind?  I can solve all
your concerns at once.  Listen carefully Donny...we
aren't telling anybody anything.  Zip, nada and zero
is all anyone is going to hear about this.  It's you
and me period and end of story.  We will sneak around
and find our special secret place and that's where we
will explore each others body and shoot off loads and
loads of cum.   Just you and me, Donny, nobody else
knows anything."  He stared at me for a full minute
with a frown on his face;  he was looking at me like I
was the one that had gone crazy.

After a minute or so to contemplate what I'd said,
Donny held up his index finger, like he had to get my
attention, and said "Well yeah, your plan has some
merit."  Then he smiled and said, "I vote for Doggy's
plan."  And I said " All the votes are in and that
makes it unanimous!"  Then I said,  "You recovered
very quickly from that 'brain fart' of yours."  He
said "I'm starved, but let's jerk each other off
first."  That's what we did. We had breakfast later.

Donny and I did a lot of talking that first full day
being gay together. The topic didn't stray very far
from what you'd expect.  We didn't talk at all about
our favorite major league baseball team or our NFL
team .......we didn't get into our high school
interests or study habits...we didn't talk about our
aspirations or dreams about our future..politics
didn't come up and neither did anything else except
the one topic of the day:  Doggy and Donny are
gay...and they're gay for each other.  It was the best
day of our lives.  We didn't kiss every 10 minutes or
grab each others crotches in a frenzy and fall down on
the ground and jerk each other off.  None of that
out-of-control behavior.   We handled it like
reasonably 14 year old boys.

By reasonably I mean we talked about being gay ......
how old we were when we knew we were gay,  and what
each other was thinking about the other one being gay.
 We talked about how thrilled we were that both of us
wanted each other and we went over last night in my
sleeping bag minute by minute.  Then when we were
hungry we'd cook some hot dogs or heat up some soup
over our fire and eat some snacks and drink some kool
aid.  About every four hours, maybe less..one of us
would say "Want to take a rest in the tent?"  And the
other would say "Might as well get in the sleeping bag
to keep warm."   Now we were undressing all the way
down to our socks .  We would climb into my sleeping
bag and get in each others arms with our legs
intertwined and wait until our bodies  warmed
everything up. It was fun looking at Donny naked.

Even though the two of us didn't look that much alike
facially,  our cock and balls were identical.  We both
had the same little bush too.  I thought Donny's cock
was perfect but I guess it makes me sound like I'm
bragging again because I already said our penises
were identical.  Ok, we both had perfect looking
cocks.  We guessed they were almost five inches,
probably a little less.  Not too fat but we both had
the same nice cock head.  Our balls were fairly small
and we marveled at how much cum we worked up out of
them.  Our ball sacks were hairless and felt like
silk.  To me our packages looked very inviting and,
well...yummy.   When we were waiting to warm up in the
sleeping bag together we got in the habit of cupping
each others nuts and balls in our hand and teasing
each other by squeezing each others nuts at unexpected
times.  Donny was a little bit more into squeezing my
nuts, perhaps, than I was into squeezing his.  Maybe
because I think I liked having my nuts crunched a bit
more than he did.  So we're not identical in EVERY
way.  In school, even to this day, I can get a very
hard boner thinking of the two of us cupping each
others package in our hands, and the squeezing part
too...

Before we had  sex we didn't do hardly any talking in
the sleeping bag.  We just held onto each others cock
and balls and hugged.. I was always short of
breath...the feel of Donny's sleek, taut, smooth and
muscular body took  my breath away and made me take
many quick, short breaths.  His smell was absolutely
irresistible to me and I always had my nose pressed to
a part of him, usually his neck or face or hair.  I'd
breath his boy smell in and swoon a little, than
breath out and right back to breathing in Donny again.
 It took me a while to figure out why I was so dizzy
in the sleeping bag all the time.  By the end of the
second day I had my breathing under control and felt
much better. I was still breathing in Donny though.

My heart was another matter.  In the sleeping bag with
Donny  my heart kept up a steady rapid beat.  It
seemed to beat harder, more loudly than  should be
necessary.  Maybe I concentrated on my pounding heart
and that was part of the reason it pounded so  hard.
I really don't know but it was a concern.  And I
always had a stiff, stretching boner that ached.  I
was dangerously over stimulated but with all that in
mind, I still thought I was in paradise.  When Donny
kissed or licked my face or under my chin I  moved up
to an even  better place, whatever is next up from
paradise...that's where I went.  Doggy being Doggy,  I
frequently had big fat tears running down my face but
Donny was use to that.  He licked them too.  There
aren't words to described how happy I was in my
sleeping bag with Donny.  As great as my fantasies of
being with him had been, they couldn't compare with
the level of ecstasy  I felt when we actually were
together for real.

Donny was every bit as happy as I was.  He turns out
to be kind of a romantic.  He told me how hot and cute
I am about fifty times.  He said things like.... he
never dared even to dream that I'd be gay AND be in
love with him.  Donny made me feel like I was a prize
he had been lucky enough to win.  That he wasn't
worthy of my affection.  He said he wanted to prove
his love for me in every way possible.  To prove it he
confessed to a couple of things he'd done behind my
back.   One of them was blaming me for the fire that
started in our field last year when actually it was
him and Alan lighting cigarettes that started the
blaze.  Another was  he had stolen the missing $25
that caused such an uproar two summers ago and got
both of us  grounded for a week because he wouldn't
confess he had taken it.

I was surprised to hear these two confessions and
asked Donny "What are the other things you  did  that
I got blamed for?"  He thought for a minute and said
"Doggy, I swear to God that there isn't anything
else".  "So", I said  "In our almost 15 years together
on this earth you've only done those two things
against me?"  "Yes, and I'm really sorry for doing
them!."      I told him that was remarkable, almost
unbelievable really.  I said I must have done 50
things over the years to slant the blame for something
from me to him.  He wanted to know what these 'things'
 were but sanity preveiled and we agreed to drop this
subject.  We have been perfect best friends all our
life or as close as human being can get to 'perfect'.
So forget that past stuff forever.  We nodded our
heads at each other with a smile on our faces.  Clean
slate for the gay boys......

And with nothing more to say about that subject  Donny
leaned over and put his lips on mine and licked up
under my top lip and across my teeth......he did this
three or four times very slowly and then into my mouth
to french kiss.  We're both lucky to have naturally
white teeth.  Yummy to run our tongues over.   Our
tongues were in perpetual motion.  He rubbed up the
back of my head and I followed his lead so we were
doing the same things to each other, one after the
other.  This was our way of experimenting to find out
what we liked the best.  After we shot our loads and
came down off our high we'd discuss everything we'd
done to each other to find out what was best.

So far I haven't found anything that I don't like the
best...everything is 'tied' for first place,
everything is the best.  Our first full day together
we had four climaxes each.  Just about one every four
hours from 7am until we fell asleep exhausted around
11pm.  One time Donny made me cum from just kissing
and licking my face and neck while  rubbing with his
hand around my pubes.    We still did mutual jerking
off of each others cock every time we were in the
sleeping bag...didn't matter if I had cum already or
not.

The last full day we were in the sleeping bag we got
each other off  four times too, but we varied our
fondling some.  We were rubbing all around each others
stomach and pube area, all around our asses and and
thighs, rubbing our backs, our heads and our arms.
Everything felt wonderful and made us shiver with
pleasure.   We always shot off our loads with moans
and cries of pure joy.  On that last full day,  near
the beginning of the early afternoon,  Donny asked me
if I'd think badly of him if he tried sucking on my
cock.  I said "No, no, it's OK, Donny.  If it's
something you really must do;  well, OK you can suck
it.  Enjoy yourself...we're best buds and what are
best buds for?  Maybe I'll try sucking on yours too in
4 or 5 years."  We did a lot of ball breaking like
that  and laughing too.  But our main concern was gay
boy sex.  He made me cum by licking and sucking my
boner as he jerked me off and it was my most explosive
climax so far.  It scared me because it felt so
electric; like something may have gone wrong in my
balls or something.  The after effect was staggering
and my entire body was quivering.

I took a full 5 minutes to feel some what normal
again.  Donny was holding me the whole time.  When I
stopped the shivers he said "Your turn Doggy.  Maybe
you should do me just the way I did you because it
looks like I stumbled on to something here. Something
that really works awesome."   I did him like he'd done
me and the result was the same.  He shot off so hard
it went in my mouth and up my nose and he was bouncing
around in the sleeping bag like a Mexican jumping
bean.  "Oh shit, Donny...this rocks!"  It wasn't
perfect because our head had to be down in the
sleeping bag while we sucked each others cock.  Of
course we managed to put up with that inconvenience.
As a matter of fact  we couldn't wait for the late
afternoon sleeping bag adventure.  We duplicated the
early afternoon blow jobs and were delighted to
duplicate the earlier results too.  It was blow jobs
for the remaining  adventure on that second day and
the same again  for our two adventures on our last
day.  All absolutely fabulous but, in retrospect, why
we didn't bumble into 69ing is surprising. Though we
did discovered it pretty quickly a little later on at
home.

We had other activities during the day light hours.
Things we like to do like exploring, skiing down
slopes and hunting.  We didn't hunt with guns or bow
and arrow.  We just had our digital camera and we
tried to capture the wild life in picture form.  Most
of the wild life was in hiding but we saw lots of
squirrels and we saw some beavers in the creek; that
was a surprise find and we took quite a few pictures
of the beavers chewing on trees and swimming in that
almost frozen water.  We got different birds of course
but our two best captures (on digital camera) were a
little red fox not twenty yards away from us and a
small herd of  seven deers with two youngish ones.
They are all so beautiful to see in real life and up
close.

We also spent a great deal of time laughing our asses
off.  We were in spectacular moods and everything made
us laugh.  Hunched over side by side, with our pants
down trying to take a crap in the cold got us laughing
so hard I tried to move my foot and slipped over on my
ass in the snow missing Donny's turd by two inches.  I
rolled away from it with the freezing snow getting in
my pants.  Donny was hopping away laughing so hard his
breath caught and he couldn't breath in or out for
about 30 seconds.  Another time we're trying to cross
that creek I mentioned and I slipped and my boot goes
in the water which was just deep enough to flow over
the top of boot and down on my foot.  I'm like "Fook,
fook, fook!"  Donny looking back at me and as he's
walking says "Doggy, you are such a clod!" and he
walked right into a thin tree branch and sat down in
the creek yelling "Fook, fooking tree branch...what
the fook is a tree doing in the middle of a creek?"  I
was apoplectic with laughing.  We hurried back to get
out of the wet clothes and into my sleeping bag.

We had other adventures but not nearly as many as we
would have had if we weren't mainly concerned about
getting back in the sleeping bag.  And of course just
keeping the fire going and preparing food a number of
times each day took a lot of time.  Everything worked
around our times in the sleeping bag.  What a great,
fabulous time we had.

But eventually it was time to go.  We had to pack up
and make the 4 to 5 hour trip back.  Packing up to
leave is never any fun but we pretty much were all out
of cum and feeling fine otherwise.  We were not horny
or randy at all because of all the jacking off and
blow-job climaxes we'd had.  As we packed, I'd look up
and Donny would be staring at me and smiling and I'd
give a great big smile back.  We were very happy 14
year old boys, 14 for two more weeks....each of us as
gay as a Maypole.

The trip back was uneventful and Donny and me were
quiet because of our efforts at cross country skiing.
We had less to carry back because we ate all the food
and used up the fire starters and other things that
weighed us down on the trip out.  We got a warm
greeting when we arrived home and congratulations for
being 1/2 hour earlier than our ETA.  As I was
enjoying my first shower in over three days my mind
stayed pretty much on Donny.  Wishing we could be
showering and cleaning each other in the same shower.
Same sleeping bag so why not the same shower.  I
started laughing thinking of Donny having to scrub the
dried cum off his body just like I was doing for my
body.  Cum on top of cum.  My laugh turned into a
groan as my boner popped up at the thought of all that
cum.  Some trip,  I thought to myself.

Both  families had dinner at my house that night as a
welcome home  celebration for the 'adventurers'.
There were a few awkward  moments when Donny and me
said different answers at the same time to questions
our sisters or parents asked about our camping trip.
We have one younger (both 10 years old) sister each.
We couldn't care less if our answers to the sisters'
questions seemed strange but our parents began
exchanging looks with each other as the dinner
progressed and our answers sounded suspiciously
made-up.  This didn't bode well for us.

Donny and me hadn't thought to make-up some story
about what we did to fill three days activity in the
freezing cold and snow.  We had enough stories to fill
one whole day but the rest of the time we were
together in my sleeping bag.  Finally I sort of saved
the day by telling a big lie and making it seem as
though we didn't want to have to tell them this truth
(lie) but they had caught us so here goes....I wanted
to account for the missing time so  I told them that I
got wicked sick to my stomach from smoking the
cigarillo cigars and drinking the beer that first
night around the fire  (we admitted to three cans of
beer and didn't mention the vodka at all).  Donny had
to nurse me through all the first full day and some of
the second.  I had diarrhea and I threw up and it was
terrible.  We didn't want to admit we couldn't be
trusted and  so  we were determined to handle my
sickness ourselves and not bother our parents.

Although there was some discussion about how in the
name of God I'd possibly gotten diarrhea from a cigar,
 at least now the parents had something solid to act
upon.  And they did act upon it  even though it was as
far from the truth as we are from the sun.  I also
noticed the hidden smile between our dads as they
seemed to acknowledge that all boys have to go through
this kind of  'rite of passage' stuff and all that
good ole boy stuff.  They were probably remembering
something they'd done similarly at age 14 or so.  None
the less, they got their act together and took turns
lecturing us on responsibility and honesty and blab
blab blab..  Donny and me "yes sir-ed" them to death
and drowned them with "we're so sorry"  that our
mothers finally jumped in to cut it off.  "The boys
have learned their lesson.  Lets enjoy the rest of the
night, have some dessert and coffee and put their trip
away for now".  Our fathers said we'd hear more about
this later but we never did.

So now we're not only gay but we're gay liars .  We
dealt with the guilt of that fact so casually I feel a
little embarrassed to admit it but  there it is.
After all, we had our priorities and number one  was
finding our secret garden.  We checked out a number of
possibilities and settled on the upper section of the
old barn.  It was used mostly for storage now and we
had to use an old wooden ladder to get to the loft.
We pulled the ladder up with us so anyone else trying
to get up there  would have to give us plenty of
warning.     We were plan-ahead liars this time and
asked permission to have a private spot that
occasionally we could go to just to be alone.  We told
them about the 'spot' in the old barn.

My dad said "Here's an idea, when you need privacy how
about going to your room."  Donny and I stared at him
until he said to Donny's dad, I forgot how weird
teenage boys can get.  They had a laugh and Donny's
dad said "Whats the harm?" and that was it.  We had
our private spot and people knew where it was and that
if they saw us heading there it was boys being boys.
They may have even secretly thought we were going
there to jerk off. Ha ha!   Who knows what goes
through parent's minds.

In any case we had our spot and did we ever use it.
Our mothers washed both sleeping bags and they became
our mattress.   We brought up a big old comforter to
crawl under and stay warm.  We crawled under it as
naked as the day we were born.  We had snacks, a small
radio and bottled water.  We had a plastic bottle for
peeing in but no one was spilling this one.  Lastly,
handi wipes for cleaning up messes.  HA HA...  We
christened our spot the next day with hugging, kissing
and licking followed by blow jobs and everything
worked just as well as it had worked while camping.  I
was surprised  how horny we'd become.  Ever since we'd
been exposed to the hot gay boy sex  it was like...24
hours without Donny getting me off???  You have got to
be kidding me, I can't wait that long.

It didn't take long for us to work ourselves into 69.
We did it laying on our sides and we did it with one
or the other of us on his knees and elbows straddling
the other guy.  We fell in love with 69ing.  It got so
bad we were skipping the kissing, licking and hugging
part for a while there.  We calmed down and our
routine again included the make-out
first.....making-out and then the sex part to get us
off.  We got up early to get our chores done and this
impressed the parents of course.  We worked fast and
hard after school and weekends so we could spend a
little 'quality time in private'.  "Yeah, right guys"
our dads would say in a condescending way  "quality
private time, right!".  We didn't care how sarcastic
they sounded, we just wanted to get done so we could
get  'it' on..

Donny and I were living a dream and it was all utopia
or paradise, which ever one is better, for five or six
weeks.  Then problems developed.  First of all I was
neglecting Bentley,  my dog.  Because we didn't want
him rooting around while we were rooting around on
each other we didn't bring him up in the loft with us.
 He stayed right below us and he'd make that crying
sound dogs can make.  The sounds that are guaranteed
to give you a guilty conscience.  Second of all Alan
could never find us. We used to always hang out
together... but now the three musketeers were rarely
seen around the farm.  Donny and I did chores just
like Alan had his chores but we all had different
ones.  Our time together as the three musketeers use
to be after our chores,  but now Donny and me were
69ing each other after our chores.  Alan was left to
wonder why he was being given the cold shoulder.
Donny and me loved Alan and it hurt us to exclude him
but what could we do?  We were infatuated with the sex
and with each other.  The pull of the gay sex  was so
strong it wasn't even a contest.....nothing else
compared or could compete.

Another problem was potentially much bigger.  I was
getting more and more convinced that Donny and a boy
at school, Lee Ryder,  were in the early stages of
'gay' fooling around.  Lee was a cute kid and very
funny; a ton of fun.  And now it was looking more and
more likely that  Donny had found a third gay boy in
our farm town .........  I was not happy about that.
I tried to tell myself it wasn't true but they were
together at school a lot and picked each other as
partners on the important third semester science
project.  This meant Donny was spending some time with
Lee at Lee's house.  My partner was Alan which was
fabulous but I couldn't put my best effort into the
project because all I could think about was what Lee
and Donny were doing.

I'd realized early on that I was wildly jealous of the
time Donny was spending away from me and especially
when he was with Lee.  Donny would come back all
up-beat;  telling jokes or other funny things that Lee
had done or said.  I grew to hate Lee with a passion
and I began to sulk around Donny and act like an jerk.
 This of course didn't endear me to Donny and so he
began making excuses for not going to our 'spot' even
when he had the free time.  This convinced me he and
Lee were doing "it" because Donny liked the sex too
much to just drop it.  So he was getting it from that
fruit, Lee!  I was positive of it and I was more angry
at Donny than I'd ever been in my life.  As for Lee
Ryder I hoped he'd just drop dead...painfully if
possible.  My life went from utopia to 'it sucks'
almost over night.  It dropped into hell fast.  I was
miserable and trying to make everyone else miserable
too.

A lot of odd behavior is excused for younger teenagers
because of their raging hormones and their recently
acquired sex drives and so forth...strange behavior
became almost expected.  Because of this I wasn't
creating warning signals with my parents.  Plus they
led very busy lives so there really wasn't a lot of
"what's wrong with Doggy?"  Donny tried to talk to me
but my mind was obsessed with jealousy and I mostly
acted like I didn't want to do anything with Donny.
In my mind I didn't want to give Donny the
satisfaction of saying he was doing something with
Lee; so I thought I was beating him to the punch by
saying I had something else to do.  Life was horrible
but at least I was still sitting  next to Donny on the
school bus for 2 1/2 hours each day; an hour and 15
minutes each way.    Each night I'd plan how I was
going to explain my behavior to Donny and somehow make
up.  I was willing to over look Donny having sex with
Lee if he'd come back to me.

I was never able to get started on the making-up
though because in my heart of hearts I thought Donny
should be the one to make-up.  But, I wanted Donny's
naked body next to my naked body so bad it was a real
physical pain.  And I spent a lot of my energy crying
in bed at night.  Sobbing so loudly I was afraid my
sister in the next room would hear me.  I jerked off
with a fury thinking of Donny and hating myself for
not being able to get us together again.

It had been five days since Donny and I had been in
the barn and I was desperate with lust for him.  While
we were walking up the road to our houses after
getting off the school bus I managed to swallow my
pride and  mumble to Donny  "Think we could go to the
barn today?"  He brightened right up and said he'd
really like that.  I turned away because of the big
fat tears that rolled down my cheeks but I mumbled I'd
see him there after chores.  We met and we were very
shy with each other but we did finally get undressed
and under the comforter.   The kissing was strangely
tentative at first but as I felt his hot, smooth skin
and as I rubbed his hair and smelled his smell my dick
got as hard as ever and I felt that love for him
again, and it all came flooding back just like it had
been before.

I whispered in his ear how fucking sorry I was for the
way I'd been acting but that I can't help myself.....
I'm wild with jealousy about Lee. That I loved Donny
more than I can say and I just want us to be like we
were when we went camping.  Donny couldn't have been
nicer and told me he wasn't doing anything with Lee
Ryder.  Lee wasn't even gay as far as Donny knew.  He
was gentle with me and rubbed all around my pubes and
lightly massaged my balls and jerked on my boner a few
times.  He kissed my lips and licked under my chin on
my neck and I started to moan softly.  Donny put a
tiny bit of pressure on the top of my head with his
hand indicating he wanted me to go down to suck his
cock and I slowly slipped my head and drooling mouth
under the comforter as we lay on our sides.

  We weren't in the 69 position though so I just
licked under his balls until it was slippery with
saliva while Donny ran his fingers in my hair and over
my shoulders. Then I licked and saturated  all around
the base of his boner.  When his pubes were also
soaked with my saliva I used my hand to drag his balls
up along side his hard cock while I sucked on the head
of it.  All the saliva made it easy to slide my hand
up and down his cock squeezing his nuts against his
boner as I slid my hand up and down that wonderful
shaft.  Donny shot off a long string of cum that
landed in  my hair...right where I have trained the
front hairs to stay up.  His second shot hit my chest
and using my fist I squeezed out a few more oozing
flows of his young creamy cum.  Donny was flipping
around making gulping sounds...it was so hot to be the
cause of him to having this much pleasure.  I had
precum running down my shaft and I was so turned on I
couldn't wait for Donny to get me off.  I jerked my
cock a dozen times and shot all over Donny,  the
sleeping bag and me.  "Grab the fooking Handi-wipes
Doggy."  All was right with the world again.......

Except it wasn't.  The very next day I was in the hall
and saw Lee goose Donny's ass and Donny laughed and
took Lee's hand and put it back on his  ass again for
a second goose.  They laughed and sort of bumped
against each other.  My face was bright red and I saw
nothing in my line of vision except that heavy cloud
of jealousy.  I was insane with it.  And I did what I
usually do, I went in a bathroom, locked the door on a
stall and cried a blubbery cry that was embarrassing
me even though I was alone.  That night on the bus Lee
sat next to Donny until the bus got to Lee's stop.  I
sat down when Lee got off and asked Donny why he let
Lee sit in my seat.  Donny said that I wasn't any
where in sight when Lee plopped himself down and it
was only for two stops and anyway Lee and he were
discussing their science project. Walking up from the
bus I mentioned I saw Lee grab his ass and Donny said
that was just guys goofing around.  It didn't mean
anything. I wanted so badly to believe this
explanation that I did believe it.

Alan and I were working on our own project and so I
spent the early afternoon with him.  Alan is 15 years
old too but he's three inches taller and has a bigger
body frame then Donny and me.   Alan is thin but make
no mistake about him being strong.  He's a brute with
his strength but he has always been a real gentle boy.
 He had his head down working on our poster and I took
the time to look at him.  God almighty, something
stirred in me as I saw him in a different way than I'd
ever seen him before.  He has light brown hair like me
and his haircut was just like Donny' and mine:  three
musketeers; one for all and all for one.  He has a
light olive complexion with wonderful smooth skin.
Perfectly shaped eyebrows over large, bright green
eyes with long eye lashes.  A regular generic boy's
nose but full, bowed lips.  Nice chin. Nice
everything!    Jesus Christ, Alan was cute!  I never
noticed before.  He looked up and said "What?" with a
little, shy smile and his teeth were so white behind
his pale red lips.  He has a tiny space between the
two front teeth.  I had the strongest urge to run my
tongue along his front teeth under his full upper lip
like Donny and I do to each other.  Run my tongue back
and forth over those perfect, white, cute teeth to
taste his saliva and feel the almost invisible ridges
in the teeth on my tongue.  "What is it Doggy?" Alan
was concerned at my blank staring.  I managed to shake
my head and snap out of it but what a strange
revelation.  Alan was hot!

Alan was also the nicest boy you'd ever want to meet.
He graciously always takes what ever is left over of
Donny and my time together.  He knows he's third man
on the totem pole.  He knows his dad is an employee of
our dads.  He's hired help too.  Alan handles
everything so sweetly we don't even realize it's being
handled.  I began to feel like shit at the way Donny
and I have ignored Alan for the past 6 or 7 weeks.  He
always has a smile and a friendly greeting.  A one arm
hug like us guys do.  He's always there when we need
him for anything. Damn, and he's cute and hot too.
When did he become so cute and hot??   How come I
never noticed before?  Well, it's of no consequence in
any case because Alan is straight like most everyone
else is.  Just for the hell of it and because I have
very little self control I reached over and ruffled
Alan's hair and squeezed the back of his neck.   He
smiled and then frowned up at me as he  tried to
flatted the top hair down and push the front hairs up.
 I was busy hiding my hard boner that just popped up.
And trying to get some oxygen into my lungs.

Later that afternoon Donny said "Lets talk in the
barn."  He said the more he thought about it the more
certain he was that I had to get over this ridiculous
jealous pattern.  There was nothing going on between
Lee and him except normal boy grab ass screwing
around.  "Get a fucking grip Doggy!  You're ruining
the fabulous times we use to have together.  I miss
you and I love you wicked bad.  Please Doggy, let's
get back to normal."  I did my usual "I'm sorry" and
we made out for at least 20 minutes before 69ing each
other.  I wasn't thinking about anything except Donny
by the time that was over.  WOW was that hot!!  Oh,
that was so good.  I felt great that night for dinner
and I got a good night's sleep for the first time in a
week.

Next day, just after lunch, I walked by an empty class
room and saw Lee kiss Donny on the lips.  I waited
around the corner and when Lee came around I stuck my
foot out and tripped him and he fell down three steps
and broke his front tooth off at the gum line. I
controlled the smile I had inside of me and was ready
to bull shit my way to an apology..".sorry, an
accident.... you understand...  terribly sorry" and
all that but I looked up and saw Lee's older brother
Scott, with a wicked pissed off look on his face,
mouthing something to me and pointing at me.  He was
in the library, 20 feet away,  behind a big plate
glass window so I couldn't hear what he was saying.
Maybe he saw me trip his brother or maybe he wasn't
sure what he saw.  To show him I didn't do anything
wrong and therefore was not afraid of him,  I gave him
the finger with both hands....

Then I  went to try my fake, accident apology with
Lee.  Poor boy looked pretty silly with his right
front tooth gone.  Lot of blood too because he'd cut
his lip.  He wasn't doing or saying much.  Just making
groans and holding his mouth.  I helped him to the
nurses office and explained how we sort of ran into
each other and Lee had this unfortunate accident.  She
took over from there.

Lee's brother Scott was the school bully so I got
potential big  problems there but, I didn't really
know how much Scott saw.  Lee was buying the accident
deal, the nurse bought it so hopefully they'll
convince Scott it was an accident and I'll be home
free.  I was furious my triumph had to be tarnished by
the terrible bad luck of having Scott see part or all
of it.   The bottom line is Scotts not going to kill
me and if he beats me up maybe Donny will be pissed at
Lee by association.... or maybe he'll just feel sorry
for me.  Everyone else is going to believe it was an
accident.  Everyone, that is,  except me.

 My conscience started up right after I left the
nurses' station.  The guilt came pouring over me and
was burning hard in my head and before I knew it, I
hated myself.  Everything had been so 'perfect',
absolutely perfect,  just 7 weeks ago and now
everything is shit and I feel like I'm the biggest
shit of all.  I can't stop the red face I got from
embarrassment at my behavior for tripping Lee.  What a
cowardly thing to do.    I missed my next class and
sat in the bathroom stall again and cried and cursed
myself and had self pity that turned into self
loathing like I never had before in my life.  This is
what jealousy can do to a weak minded spoiled brat
like me.  I had no idea what to do to make this right.
 And, I didn't have my best friend in the world,
Donny, to talk to about it.  I suck!!!

 As I headed for my next class I  ran into Donny in
the hall and he asked me if I was OK.  He could see I
had been crying;  he said it had been  a terrible
accident and that it really sucks when bad things
happen.  He told me he'd heard that Lee was taken for
immediate dental surgery.  He told me not to be so
hard on myself, that accidents are going to happen.
Donny didn't seem mad at me at all; he was just upset
that a terrible thing had happened to his friend, Lee.
 He patted me on my shoulder, squeezed the back of my
neck and said "I'd better get to class Doggy, I'm
really glad you didn't get hurt in the accident."  My
face got dark red again and my eyes got teary as he
walked away to class.

The last two classes dragged to an end.  I was very
down in the dumps and I've never been this
disappointed in myself.  I'd turned into someone I
didn't recognize...all because I was green with
jealousy.  I'd gone mad, insane ......and did a
horrible thing.  I have never felt so alone as I
headed for our bus.  I was standing on the blacktop of
the playground waiting for Donny when someone said,
close to my ear, "You asshole, you tripped him on
purpose, didn't you?".  I was about to deny this when
my head filled with bright color and a great pain
exploded in my belly ....  I realized the voice in my
ear belonged to Lee's brother Scott and he had just
sucker punched me in the stomach.  A few ounces of
vomit tasting stomach bile flew in and immediately out
of my mouth as I groaned in pain.  He had hit the
softest and most vulnerable spot on my belly and the
pain was enormous.

I was bent over, with both my arms around my stomach
and completely unable to speak.  Scott was yelling
something at me but I couldn't make it out... then an
explosion went off in my head and I sat down on the
play ground hard with my hands splayed out behind me
to keep me from falling over backward.  Scott had come
up under my chin with his fist in a full blown
upper-cut and had nearly knocked me out.  As I sat
there, close to losing consciousness I tried to focus
my eyes.  I couldn't hear anything and the pain under
both ears was intense and wiped out the pain in my
belly. A wave of pain caught-up with my senses and my
entire jaw bone was on fire with the ache. As my head
cleared I could see Scott mocking me and a group of
kids formed a circle around us but no one dared to
interfere with Scott.  He slapped my face and the top
of my head as he seemed to be insisting I answer a
question I hadn't been able to hear.

As all my senses, except hearing,  began to reset
themselves I started to feel the humiliation of being
smacked around like this in front of all my classmates
and the tears were filling up my eyes.  Then out of
nowhere I saw Alan push two boys out of his way and
run toward Scott.  Alan's face was dark red and there
was a  vein pulsing in his forehead.  I couldn't hear
what he was yelling but I could read his lips "Don't
fucking touch him you asshole !!" and then he was
there and he swung a big round-house punch that caught
Scott on the side of his jaw with a loud  "SMACK".
Scott's jaw twisted to the side of his face at an
obscene angle and Scott turned around 180 degrees and
sat down on the blacktop just as hard as I had done.
He was right in front of me,  like we were on a bus
and he was in the seat in front of me.   Spit balls of
saliva flew out of Alan's mouth as he screamed at
Scott "If you ever touch Doggy again I'll kill you!!
Do you hear me you trailer trash piece of shit?!!"

He could have saved his breath because Scott slowly
rolled over on his side unconscious.  Lucky for him
because the pain from that broken jaw would probably
cause him to faint anyway.  From the belly punch till
Scott rolled onto his side,  less than 90 seconds had
elapsed.  Some kids had run for the teacher who was
playground monitor that day and I saw the teacher
running towards our group talking into his cell phone
as he ran.  Alan looked at the unconscious Scott for a
second or two then came over to be and pulling me up
with his hands under my arm pits and then helping to
support me, we walked slowly to one of the picnic
tables we use to eat lunch on when the weather is
nice.  We both sat down, side by side.  I was starting
to hear by now but my jaw and ears hurt like hell.
Alan was still in a furious frame of mind and I hoped
no one would approach him.

We could see teachers helping Scott to his feet and
heading for the school.  Alan was calming down as he
hugged me and asked was I feeling any better.  It was
almost impossible to talk because my jaw was so sore
but I managed to get out that I'd be OK and I tried to
thank Alan but he wouldn't hear of it.  Alan told me
he'd never been so angry at anybody in his life as he
was at Scott.... Alan had been on the bus but had
seen the whole thing.   Starting with the belly
sucker-punch right through to the upper-cut to my chin
and the slaps across my face and head.  He said he had
been terrified that Scott was going to end up doing
serious damage to me.  Scott is well know for having
an anger that accelerates;  it starts off very bad and
then gets dangerous.   Alan had tears in his eyes he
was so intense and out of the blue he hugged me tight
and kissed the side of my face and held the kiss for a
few seconds.  I was flabbergasted but couldn't dwell
on it for long because we heard the sirens..... and
then the cop car and an ambulance pulled into the
blacktop playground traveling much too fast for the
situation.

Scott and me were put in the same ambulance and taken
to the emergency room of our little town hospital to
be checked out and
xrayed.   Everybody else was answering questions for
the police or for school officials.   Everyone wanted
to know "what happened?'.  After the xrays Scott was
taken to one section of the hospital to have his
broken jaw set and wired shut.   I was released and
sitting in the waiting room when Donny came running
up.  He looked very frightened when he saw me because
now I had a big swollen lump just below each ear and
my entire jaw was swollen all around with a big black
and blue spot forming under my chin.  I had a little
dried blood at the bottom of a nostril from one of
Scott's smacks across my face. Donny hugged me around
my shoulders but he was afraid to touch my face
because of the swelling.  I tried to tell him I'd be
all right but he just rubbed my hair back off my
forehead and said " Shhhhhhh, Don't try to talk now,
Doggy."

He told me the police had taken Alan to the police
station and that they'd called his parents.  I finally
gave my version of what happened to a policeman at the
hospital and he seemed bored with the whole affair.
I told the police I think that Scott attacked me
because he mistakenly thought I'd tripped his brother.
 Blab  blab  blab.. He stifled a yawn and wrote
something down in a little note book as Donny and me
waited for my dad to pick us up.

There were a lot of questions to be answered...Donny
had some, my mom and dad had some, Donny's mom and dad
had some and Alan's dad came over to our house and he
had some too.  I lied as little as possible.  I told
everything to the best of my recollection except I
didn't admit to tripping Lee.  No one thought I had
tripped Lee, including Lee, so that wasn't a problem
(except it WAS a huge problem for my conscience).
Everyone thought I was handling myself very well.
That was a veiled way of congratulating me for not
crying and carrying on about the beating and the pain
I was in.  Of course, I thought I deserved what I got
and, as a matter of fact,  I thought that that I'd
gotten off too easy.

Alan's dad,   Scott's dad and my dad had a three way
phone conversation that got a little heated from time
to time but in the end they agreed nobody would press
charges against anybody else.  They agreed to exchange
hospital charges so that my dad paid for Lee's dental
bill (accident or not, they blamed me for running into
Lee and causing the "accident"), Alan's dad got
Scott's broken jaw bill and Scott's dad got my
emergency room bill.  Mr Ryder didn't have to pay much
for my bill but my dad and Alan's dad got big bills
for the damage done to those two boys.  When all was
said and done the Ryder brothers got the crap knocked
out of them one way or the other.
Scott deserved it for all the bullying he'd done to
everyone over the years but Lee didn't deserve what I
did to him.  I had to make it up to him somehow, and
in a way he wouldn't know about.

That was two weeks ago.  Lee has a new tooth that is
attached to his jaw bone in some god damn way.  It
looks just like his other teeth but he did have a bit
of pain along the way.  Scott had to go back in the
hospital to have his jaw reset because it was done
incorrectly by a doctor that was on exchange from the
UK.  The second time they insisted on a regular doctor
and it was set properly.   All in all Scott was really
having a tough time of it and was kind of getting paid
back for all he'd done to all us younger kids over the
years.

As for Donny and me....we  were back into some hot
69ing and Donny tried something new.  He was putting
his finger in my mouth to get it wet and slippery and
then sticking it in my bum hole.  Oh my god does that
get me squirming when he hits that  button in
there..WOW !!   I'm back worrying that the head of my
dick is going to fly off when I cum...that's because
the cum really explodes out of my dick and do I
squeal!!!   I'm doing the same thing to Donny now too
and it is fun.  We're talking about trying to screw
each other and the thought gets us as hot as hot can
get.  Creates great boner action while we talk about
it.  We're working up the courage.  Trying to see who
goes first and  that sort of thing.  There is usually
a lot of planning when Donny's involved in something.

All that is absolutely fabulous except I can't get it
out of my head that the new idea for pushing our
fingers up our bums came from that homo,  Lee.  The
fall down the steps hasn't slowed down Lee and Donny
at all.  They were positively doing SOMETHING.  I just
didn't know what.  Two or three school days each week
Donny was getting off the bus with Lee at his stop to
allegedly work on the science project.  I know they
were doing stuff to each other and it was driving me
mad but I'd learned my lesson.  I wasn't planning to
do anything else to Lee and I still owed him something
to make up for tripping him.  Alan and me worked on
our project when Donny and Lee were working on theirs.

Alan hadn't followed up with any other signs of
affection like that hug and  kiss he'd given me after
the playground fight.  I tried rough housing with him
a little but our size and strength levels were too
different for that to work.  I ruffled his hair again
and he acted mad this time so I concluded the kiss was
a spur of the moment thing due to the intensity of the
situation that day.  A one time only deal. I did catch
him staring at me from time to time but I just can't
figure out if there is anything to it.  He still looks
hot and cute to me, that didn't change.  Once I
noticed it, I couldn't ignore it.  Alan was hot and
cute and I got a little willy boner when we rubbed our
shoulders together working side by side on the science
project.

The next day, walking up from the bus stop with Donny,
 I blurted out that I KNEW something was going on
between him and Lee and that Donny and me had always
been honest with each other and he should be honest
with me now.  Donny was quiet for a full minute and
said that we should talk after our chores.  We agreed
to meet in the barn when we finished doing our stuff
but then Donny wanted me to step inside the new barn
for a second right now.

I was nervous and I almost didn't want to hear what
Donny was going to say.  He told me we'd talk in
detail about this later today but that, yes, he and
Lee were doing the things that he and I did.  He said
he hated lying to me and he'd had a terrible guilty
conscience for a couple of weeks but he couldn't seem
to stop.  He said Lee was wildly in love with him but
he (Donny) wasn't in love with Lee at all, that he
loved me.   He said, "Later this afternoon we'll talk
as long as you want to about this Donny. OK?"  I
nodded my head and he gave me a little kiss on my
lips. I was positive that I detected a different smell
on him so I said, "We're going to be absolutely
honest, right Donny?"  and he said "Totally honest,
Doggy".  So I asked him if he had kissed Lee at school
and after a seconds hesitation he admitted that lee
and he had made out in the boy's bathroom just before
getting on the bus. I felt dizzy for a second but I
just nodded my head again.  I know how Donny smells
and now I know how Lee smells too. He smelled pretty
good actually.  For some bizarre reason I felt proud
of myself that I'd been right about the new smell.

After chores we met in our spot and Donny said that he
was wild with desire to have us 69 each other before
talking.  My boner went up immediately. It took about
two minutes to get undressed and under the comforter.
 We had a delicious make-out for 10 minutes or so and
then we stuck an index finger in each others mouth and
sucked and slobbered on the fingers to get them
slippery.  Just sucking on Donny's finger got me
hot...boy oh boy, did he make me crazy hot, hot, hot.
 We lay on our sides... head to feet and grabbed each
others dicks .  Donny's was as hard as mine was and in
our mouths they go.  I had to close my eyes real tight
and concentrate for a second because I almost cam as
soon as I tasted Donny's dick and I felt mine being
sucked into his mouth.  I know precum oozed out of my
pee hole because I heard Donny smack his lips sucking
it down.

I felt Donny's finger massaging around my hole, just
like I was doing to
him.  I squirmed and groaned and sucked on Donny's
beautiful cock for less than five minutes when he
pushed in his finger and hit my spot .... just like
that I  humped my hips, squealed out and shot my load
wicked hard into his mouth.  I jerked around so much
his boner pulled out of my mouth and a string of
precum swung between my lip and his pee hole.  It
stayed attached for the 10 seconds it took for me to
calm down enough to put Donny's boner back in my warm,
soft, sucking mouth.  I'd taken Donny cock in my
throat a number of times by now and he pressed his
hips pushing his cock head against the back of my
throat.  I relaxed and he pushed the swollen head of
his cock hard against my throat muscle and it pushed
in.  Then he slid his slippery boner down my throat
until his sparse bush was all around my mouth and
nose.

Donny left his boner down my throat while I inhaled
his pubes aroma and enjoyed the feeling of being
dominated by Donny.  He started fucking my throat and
in short time shot a large load of cum down my throat
and I almost choked on it but I recovered OK.  Next
load in my mouth and then he pulled out accidentally
and shot two quick squirts on my face;  one in my eye
and one that went up my nose some as I moved my head
up and away.  Shortly we were laughing like two 10
year olds.  It  was so much fun and funny too.  I
grabbed the handi-wipes and cleaned up.  Then I just
grabbed hold of Donny and kissed him wetly on the
mouth.  We made out for a while and then just lay
there hugging and being quiet.

It was a wonderful afternoon of being together but we
had business to discuss.  Donny started by saying,
again, how sorry he was and that the last thing he
wanted was to hurt me but he wanted to see what it was
like with another boy.  He was curious, that's all.
But then Lee fell madly in love with him and Donny
felt trapped.  He thought if he could keep it a secret
for long enough  Lee might lose interest in him. I
wanted to know all the details:  when they started,
what they did, where they did it, how was it etc etc
etc...

Donny was holding my hand all through this but had a
hard time looking me in the eyes because he felt so
guilty.  I was just on the verge of telling him I had
tripped Lee on purpose but came to my senses at the
last second and kept my mouth shut.  I rarely got into
trouble keeping my mouth shut.  Donny summed it up,
"Doggy, the long and the short of all this is that I
love you and I'm just going to have to tell Lee that
he and I are history."   I asked him if he had the
choice would he rather keep doing his occasional
naughty boy two-timing act with Lee? Donny said he
probably wouldn't put it quite like that but, while
first and foremost he wanted me happy....  if we all
three could maybe try stuff together, or something
like that, yeah... he'd like to keep Lee in his sex
life.  He had to admit that Lee had a great body and
really did sex great..."of course not as good as you
Doggy, but almost as good."   hmmmmmm...

I thought about it but couldn't make myself agree to
do something with the three of us because I couldn't
bare to witness Donny actually doing 'our' stuff with
Lee.  I just didn't want to see it and I had no big
desire for Lee anyway.  BUT, a plan formed in my head.
 Donny likes his little side dish but had said he'd
give it up to keep me happy even though Lee would be
crushed.  It was pay back time...I owed Lee for my
cowardly tripping act.  As much as it hurt me, I told
Donny to keep his boyfriend on the side as long as he
remembered who #1 was.  I said it was OK with me as
long as we were honest about everything (except me
confessing to tripping Lee on purpose....I'm not going
to be honest about that.)

Donny was shocked I could make  so magnanimous a
proposition but he quickly accepted.  He really
enjoyed sex with that little tramp, Lee, it was
obvious.  So much the better, now my punishment was
adequate.  It was adequate enough that I could even
bitch to myself that I was paying too heavy of a price
for my jealous act.  And of course the irony is, if I
hadn't tripped Lee I could have just said to
Donny.."Drop that slut like a hot char coal brisquit
!!  It's you and me exclusively now and forever."
Not to be, though,  because I had to pay the price for
my cowardly tripping of Lee.  I said a couple of
"Fucks" but I was growing up and only cried in furious
anger at how cruel life is to poor Doggy for an hour
in bed that night.  I had to take my punishment  and
wait for Lee to tire of Donny.  Maybe I'll will trip
him again if he don't get tired quick enough...I
enjoyed the thought but knew I would never do anything
like that again.  The price I have to pay is simply
too high!

That night I had trouble sleeping with so much to
think about.  I felt I was finally punished enough for
tripping Lee.  I'd have to share Donny for the
foreseeable future but it might not be for long.  Kids
our age change their minds or lose interest in one
thing or another only to move on to something else.
Only trouble with that, as I analyzed it, was who in
their right mind is going to get tired of Donny.  Then
I thought about Lee and had to admit he was a cute
kid.  He's a little shorter than Donny and me but a
nice tight body and I wondered how he tasted.  I knew
he smelled pretty good....at least as much of his
smell as I could detect on Donny's face this
afternoon.  Donny suggested we all do stuff together
some time.  Hmmmmmm  I thought about it some more but
finally decided I just wasn't ready for that yet.  I
told myself to have an open mind about it.  I did get
a boner thinking about sticking my dick in Lee's boy
pussy.  This made me think of Donny and our upcoming
try at fucking each other.  My boner got harder and
out of no where floated a picture in my head of
Alan...remembering after the fight......... I felt his
arms around me so protectively and that sweet kiss on
the side of my face that he held for two or three
seconds....this made me start jerking off slowly so it
would last a bit...OMG it felt good.  I'll be damned
if things weren't starting to look up again........it
was that vision of Alan that I had in my head when cum
shot out of my pee hole so hard I thought it might be
piss...it burned and felt like such sweet ecstasy
.........wow!  what a fooking mess on my sheets..ha ha
ha!

THE (Temporary) END.........for now

fiction by.....Donny Mumford ....   thinat20@yahoo.com
....  (actually I'm 21 but still thin.....
thank god...lol)