Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2001 02:18:19
From: Erik Asman <erik2175@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brandon's Life 6: Coming to Terms

     The drive to the soccer field went off without incident.  Brandon &
Logan were both impressed with the number of boys who showed up.  Usually,
soccer didn't rate THAT high on the list of things to go out for, but it was
gaining popularity, it seemed.  As they took seats in the stands for the
usual lecturing that always took place, both of them sighed and then looked
at each other when they saw a familiar head a few rows down in front of
them.  It wasn't hard to see who it was - given the skin color and the total
shine of the head, it could only be Stevie.
     "Let's hope he doesn't make it," Brandon whispered to Logan.
     "Or that he gets hurt quick," Logan replied.
     Although the only run-in either of them had ever had with the bald and
mysterious boy had been at the Doctor's office, both of them were still
intimidated by him.  Still, there was something strangely attractive about
him, and given their own recent sexual discoveries, both boys were secretly
wondering how they could meet up with him personally and get on his good
side.  A few glimpses of his better-developed body were all that either of
them had seen in the showers at school, and both of them were wanting to
know more.  They thought about this as the man who appeared to be in charge
of the tryouts lectured about the usual things.  Logan poked Brandon in the
ribs when he began extolling the virtues and importance of protective cups.
Several of the boys were snickering.
     "And just how many of you are wearing cups today?" he asked loudly.
     Shyly, about 5 hands out of the whole crowd went up.  Logan's wasn't
one of them.
     "I don't think that applies to YOU!"  He joked at Brandon.
     Brandon punched him playfully in the upper arm.  "Fuck you!"  He
replied with a grin.
     "Promise?" Logan asked, his retainer flashing in the sun.
     Brandon grinned.  "I can always try!  And you need to watch that thing
too, dude."
     "Are you listening, ladies?!"  The would-be coach roared.  Everyone
nodded.  "Being hit in the jewels, balls, nuts, cajones ... whatever you
call them, is no joke!  How would you like to be kicked in the balls and
have to have one or both REMOVED?!"
     Brandon flushed.
     "I think you're safe," Logan whispered to him.
     "You're not," he replied ominously.
     Once the lecture about their balls was over with, the boys took to the
field.  First they ran laps.  Then they did calisthenics.  This took up the
better part of half an hour, and when they got a break for drinks and the
bathroom, all of them were hot and sweaty and getting very tired.  It was
going to be a long time until showers, though.  Once they had been give
their break and refreshed, they began drilling.  In addition to the
predominate fashion of loose  T's and  shorts with high socks, they all
donned shin guards and all double checked their cleats.  Due to the heat of
the day and the humidity from the previous night's storm, Brandon & Logan
were both glad they had opted for white T's to repel the sun a bit.  They
also noted that the field was still a bit damp here and there.
     They dribbled.  They kicked.  They bounced the ball off of their heads
and knees.  Logan and Brandon both sneaked glances at Stevie when they
could, and to their dismay, saw that he was very good.  Both of them were
veteran players, though, and they knew that they were better.  They noted
several boys who obviously weren't going to make it, too.  It appeared that
Stevie, however, was inexhaustible and that HE was doing very well.  The
adults were watching him.  They were also watching Brandon & Logan.  By the
end of drills, many of them were showing signs of fatigue.
     Then came the splitting up into teams for an exhibition game.  Due to
the number of boys trying out, this warranted many teams.  It also gave
opportunity for some of them to rest and sit in the shade while other played
and were rated.  Brandon & Logan found themselves on the same team, and to
their dismay, their squad was going up against the one that Stevie was on.
They all sat around and talked and drank while the first groups played.
Notes were made, orders shouted.  All in all, it was much like the last
season.  Except for one thing.
     "Hey, girls!"
     Brandon & Logan neither looked up.  "Hiya, Stevie," they both said in
unison.
     "What the hell are you, twins?" he asked, noting their white T's and
black shorts.
     "It's hot out, white repels heat," Brandon stated, still watching the
game and sipping his drink.
     "I'm gonna be on the other team for the tryout, you know, girls.  Try
not to get hurt!" he blustered, running a hand over his shining head.  It
had obviously been freshly shaved that morning and had quite the shine to it
when the sun hit it.  Due to the even coloring, though, it looked as if he
had been out enough with it bald to have colored up well.  Brandon thought
about his own hair and how much it was going to bleach out even further in
the sun.  By the end of this one day, it would be a few shades lighter and
Logan's would be almost white.
     Finally, it was their turn.  They all took their places.  Brandon wound
up as goalie, a position that he preferred.  Logan went up against Stevie at
kickoff.  When the referee blew the whistle, Stevie  and Logan both went for
it.  It was Stevie who got control, passing to a teammate who eventually
passed to another boy.  As they approached the goal, Brandon crouched,
waiting.  He had been goalie last year, and very few balls had gotten past
him.  As the boy prepared for a score attempt, however, Logan darted in and
stole the ball.  He ran it back towards their own goal, passing several
times.  It was Logan who drove home the first point, right past Ty - the
opposing goalie - who was also one of their jack-off buddies.  "Fuck!" Ty
spat.  A referee blew a whistle.  "Language!" he shouted.
     The game went on and on, both sides evenly matched.  It even got to the
point where the few remaining parents were getting into it, although it was
only a trial game.  As the referee had warned, one boy took a soccer ball to
the crotch, hard, and went down crying.  He was carried from the field.
Brandon saw Stevie's face as he turned, and he was smiling.
     Brandon remembered the last time it had happened to him, in fact, last
season.  He had forgotten his cup, as usual.  He couldn't help but wonder if
that had contributed to his current eunuch status.  "At least it can't
happen anymore," he mused to himself.  However, after a few more turnovers,
it did.  Some boy that Brandon didn't know drove a hard kick towards him,
faking him out and switching direction at the last moment.  Brandon almost
fell for it, and spun quickly.  The ball hit him full in the crotch, and he
simply kicked it back as it fell.  Several of the others watched, stunned.
"CUPS, I told ya!" some referee shouted, "Good boy!" he called to Brandon.
     "Good eunuch," Brandon thought, grinning and flashing him a thumbs-up.
A little flattery never hurt anyone.
     Near the end, with their scores tied, Brandon, saw Stevie bearing down
on his goal again.  He was drenched in sweat, and Brandon could almost smell
him coming.  His bald head was wet and flashed in the sun.  His teeth were
bared as he moved the ball in closer and closer, tripping another boy in the
process.  The boy screamed as he went down, his ankle injured.  Brandon was
amazed at his audacity!  He was coming IN for the goal attempt.  He was
close, closer, then almost on top of him!   Brandon thought that he was
going to be run down.  Then he swung his leg.  He was so close!  Brandon
watched his foot, noting the slight hair on his lower leg.
     It was a damp spot in the grass that betrayed them both.
     As Stevie swung his foot, he slipped.  As he went down, Brandon moved
in for the ball.  Stevie's hands shot out, grasping for anything, and found
Brandon's shorts.  Brandon gasped in terror, his thoughts running in the
direction of  "to my best buddy Logan I leave my ..."  He felt himself being
pulled down, his shorts sliding down in Stevie's grasp.  He landed on top of
Stevie, his bare ass pointed at the crowd.  A roar of laughter went up, then
applause and whistles and cat calls.  Brandon felt his face flame, and his
heart pounded.  Stevie, however, stared right at his groin, only inches from
his own nose, and his eyes bulged.
     Brandon's flaccid penis was embarrassingly small, hardly a bump of a
head.  His circumcision scar was bright in the heat, and his sac loose.  He
wasn't wearing a cup, nor underwear.  Stevie gasped, and drove his palm up
under Brandon's dick.  "Get off me, woos!" he said, then his jaw dropped as
his palm made contact with Brandon's body.  There was nothing to stop his
hand, all but for an empty scrotum.  He saw the small scars, and his plan to
rack Brandon failed.  There was nothing to rack.  Then he grinned an evil
grin.  "No wonder you play like a girl!" he said, rolling Brandon off of him
and getting up to adjust himself.  His cup was obviously too snug for his
erection, judging from his movements.
     Brandon, his face flaming, pulled up his shorts and stood up.  The
crowd clapped.  He turned and waved, and resumed his position as if nothing
had happened.  Logan was in the center of the field, staring.  The refs
called the game at that point, and dismissed the two teams to shower while
the last two played.  Logan ran to his friend.  "Man, I thought he was gonna
smash you!" Logan said with some anxiety.
     "So did I.  Logan, he saw.  He knows." Brandon replied.
     "You sure?"
     Brandon nodded.  "He tried to rack me when he pushed me off.  His hand
was right ON me, you know, where they WERE?"
     "Shit," Logan spat, "That's all you need.  Try and go in first when we
shower, I'll cover you.  He'll go in either first or last, you know him."
     They made their way to the showers, all of them in real need of one.
Stevie was bringing up the rear.  When they got there, they found that most
of the boys were ready for a shower and all of the spaces were taken.
Brandon & Logan waited on a bench, Stevie a bit down from them.  "Just
fuckin' perfect," Brandon muttered to Logan.  Logan nodded.  They watched
and waited.  Then one of the refs shouted at the door, "Brandon, Logan ...
you're ride's here.  Filthy or not, I tried to warn her.  Steven, you're
walkin'.  Your ride had problems.  You 3 though, all of ya made it!"
     "God dammit," Stevie shouted, "every fuckin' time!"
     Then Brandon had an idea.  Frightening as it was, he looked up at the
larger boy, noting his bald head, his dark skin, his gold earring ...
"Stevie, we can give you a ride," he offered, not at all surprised that all
of them had made it.
     Logan had had the same thought.  It was a perfect chance to get to know
him without danger of being killed in the process.
     Stevie looked up, is jaw open.  "You sure?" he asked, with no trace of
belligerence.
     "My mom won't mind, trust me," Logan replied.
     "Logan's got a pool too, maybe you could stay and cool off?" Brandon
asked.
     Stevie's face was a mystery.  A thousand emotions ran across it.  "I
dunno.  I could use the ride and all - long walk and I'm beat - but I gotta
get home.  Mom's at work and my brother, he'll be pissed if I'm late.  You
sure and all?"
     'This from him?' they both wondered, looking at each other in
confusion.  It was so out of character.
     As they got into Rita's car, Stevie said 'hi' in a pleasant voice.
"Mom," Logan began, "This is Stevie, he's in our class.  He needs a lift,
OK?"
     Rita smiled.  "Yes, dear," she replied, "Where to?"
     "Uh, about 8 blocks past the park?" Stevie asked shyly, "4435
Parklane?"
     Rita nodded and pulled out onto the road.  "My, what a walk that would
have been," she mused.  Brandon and Logan were both watching their
passenger.  "Thanks for the ride, ma'am," he said softly, "My brother does
this to me all the time."
     "Does he drive?" Rita asked.
     Stevie nodded, his large gold hoop swinging.  "He's 21.  He probably
went in to work.  Mom's at work too.  He'll be mad if I'm not home when he
gets there, though."  Both boys were stunned.  THIS was NOT the Stevie they
knew from school.
     Rita passed him her cell phone.  "Call him, dear.  Tell him you got a
ride and you're stopping at my place for some snacks and to clean up."
Stevie's face flamed.  He did as he was told.
     "Logan's mom.  Yea.  Yea.  That's him, yea.  Yes, she'll be there all
the time.  By 6?" - Rita nodded - "ok, she said fine.  Yea.  No, I promise.
Ok, bye."
     "6PM?  Really, Stevie, that's a long walk.  You'll have a bit of time
at least.  So are you all friends?  I don't recall Logan mentioning you."
     Stevie hung his head.  "I don't have any friends," he said dejectedly.
     There was an awkward moment of silence.  It was Brandon who broke it.
     "Dude, don't take this wrong, but, uh, you scare me.  I think maybe you
scare everybody."
     Stevie nodded, but didn't answer.  They chatted about school and soccer
all the way home, however, and the intimidating boy seemed to warm up to
them a bit.  When they arrived home, Rita suggested, rather pointedly, that
they make use of the pool while she fixed something to eat.  Brandon & Logan
grinned evilly at each other as she went in.  They all made for the pool.
     "Your mom's great, Logan," Stevie said, his face downcast.  "Mine's
always at work or gone."
     "What about your brother?" Logan asked, opening the gate to the back
yard.
     "He works too, tattoo & piercing studio, apprentice.  He was gonna pick
me up."
     They all stared longingly at the pool and its cool water.  Brandon and
Logan both peeled off their smelly and wet white T's and took off their
shoes.  Stevie hesitated.  "I don't have trunks, guys," he said, "I'll just
sit."  Shyness, Stevie observed, was not among their problems.
     Brandon faced Logan, his eyes sparkling.  Logan's eyes were rapidly
shifting colors, green to blue to flecked and back ... then deliberately,
Brandon began to pull his shorts down.  They both heard Stevie gasp.
Brandon's bare ass was towards him, and Stevie choked, "Dude, when I, uh,
pulled you down, I wasn't trying to ... what I mean is ... I wasn't TRYING
to de-pants you!"
     Logan, already naked, was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet
in the water.  His friend was up to something, and he didn't want to miss a
thing.
     Brandon turned.  "No problem, man.  I thought you might want to be sure
though."
     Brandon's dick was just trying to harden, lengthening slowly.  His
scars were still an off-red tone and noticeable.  Deliberately, he
approached Stevie, whose eyes were darting back and forth between the two
naked boys.  "Dude, I'm not ... I mean ... what the hell ..." but words
failed him as he stared at Brandon's empty scrotum, loose and limp from the
heat.  Brandon stepped closer to the bald boy.
     Stevie stared, his eyes confirming what he thought he had seen on the
soccer field.  Brandon's bag was empty, and it DID have scars!  He hadn't
been imagining it.  Brandon was castrated, and from what he remembered from
the showers at school, he had been circumcised too!  "I wanted you to be
sure," Brandon said, "That's all.  I'm not ashamed of it.  I had cancer and
a bad infection.  I'm lucky I still have a dick if not a foreskin.  I know
YOU aren't cut, either.  I think we were the only two.  Now it's just you."
     Dumbly, Stevie nodded.  Then he paled and looked down at his shoes.
"I'm sorry, guys," he began, "I guess I'm just an asshole.  No one likes me,
and with this dick I've got, well, it's embarrassing in the shower.  Now
that you got circ'd, I'll be a freak even more."
     Brandon sat beside him, and Stevie flinched.  "Freak?  You?  What about
me?  You're not the one with no balls!"  Then he smiled.
     "How's it feel?"
     Logan was grinning openly now.  There was more to this mysterious boy
than met the eye, and Brandon was bringing it out well.
     "Lighter," Brandon offered, and they all laughed.  Stevie pulled off
his shirt, his earring swinging.  He seemed to be loosening up.  "How's THAT
feel?" he asked, meaning the earring, tugging at his own earlobe.
     Stevie snorted.  "Wasn't my idea.  I had an earring since I was a baby,
Mom told me, but my brother put this bigger gauge one in.  He has those
circle plugs in his ears, both of them.  I hate this thing."
     "Take it out, then," Logan suggested.
     "I can't," Stevie muttered, running a hand over his bald head, "my bro
won't let me.  It won't open either, I tried."
     Brandon looked to Logan and shrugged.
     Logan stood up, showing his semi-hard dick and low nice-sized balls,
then dived into the pool. Brandon, having gotten over being shy at least
with boys his age,  joined his friend in the pool.  "Just strip and get in,"
he said to Stevie.  Both Brandon and Logan looked at Stevie who was blushing
a little.  Very slowly, Stevie put the thumbs into the waistband of his
shorts and pulled them down his legs and off his feet. Stevie reached into
his jock strap and pulled out his protective cup. At first he was going to
dive in, but then had second thoughts, and yanked down and off came his
jock.  Both Logan and Brandon gasped as they saw the large sized and uncut
penis. Stevie had low hanging balls just like Logan, but unlike Logan's
pinkish colored scrotum, Stevie's was a light brown in color. His pubic hair
was the same color black as the other hairs on his body. His balls were
still hairless. With their attention fixed on him, Stevie walked over to the
diving board and with a small run and a large bounce he jumped high into the
air and did a almost perfect jack knife dive into the pool.
     The boys swam around in the pool and even played some pool basketball
with the floating basket.
As the boys swam around naked, Brandon kept catching a feel of Logan's cock
and balls. Logan
became hard as a rock from all this feeling up. He could not take any more
and climbed out of
the pool. He went to one of the lounge chairs and sat down and leaned back.
He took hold of his
dick and started a slow stroke. Stevie watched Logan climb out of the pool
and it took all his strength to not make any rude comment about Logan's hard
on. His own dick started to get hard as he watched Logan grab his dick and
start to jack off. Brandon was watching Logan as well as Stevie as Logan
jacked off his tool. Brandon climbed out of the pool and sat down at the
side of the lounge chair Logan was lying on. His own dick was just a bit
harder than half hard. He took hold of his own cock while his eyes remained
on Logan's tool.  Stevie kind of shrugged his shoulders to himself and
climbed out the pool. He walked over to Logan and nudged his leg with his
foot. Logan moved his legs and Stevie sat down where Logan's legs once were.
Logan sat up right next to Stevie so he could see everything also. All three
boys had a view of each others boy parts. Brandon was enjoying the show the
most. He had two different cocks to look at and two sets of low hanging
balls to admire. He watched Logan's hand pump his cut cock and would then
watch Stevie pound his uncut piece of meat.
     Hands flew up and down of boy poles, and balls and empty scrotum
bounced and flapped around as the boys eyes wandered from one set of cock
and balls to another. Each boy started to feel up
there ball bags and whatever may be inside them, and another hand would play
with nipples.
The boys all thinking different thoughts as they choked there own chicken.
Brandon thinking about
Logan's cock up his ass, Logan thinking about having his own balls removed,
and Stevie thinking
about having his foreskin cut off.  He was a bit embarrassed, but it soon
passed.  He'd read somewhere that boys did this ...
     Stevie was the first to cum, quickly in fact, as if he had been penned
up for too long. Logan and Brandon heard Stevie start to grunt, and they
opened their eyes and looked at his dick just in time to watch the first
blast of cum shoot out of his uncut 7 inch hard dick and hit himself right
on the chin. The second and third blast of semen landing on his chest, and
the fourth blast hitting his belly button. Stevie had so much built up cum
he had four dribbles of cum ooze out his cock and land in his pubic bush.
Logan blasted next. He did not shoot as much as Stevie but he still had a
good sized load of three small blasts that landed on his belly and two
dribbles into his own pale bush. It took a little longer, but finally
Brandon fired off one little rope of clear fluid that landed right between
his thinning pale brown bush and belly button. He also had a smaller dribble
that went into his bush.
     When the boys were done with the afterglow of there orgasms, they all
got up and dived back into
the pool.  Their timing was perfect, for about then, the intercom went off.
"LOGANNNNN, I have food ready ... in here or out there?" Rita asked.
     "Out here," Logan yelled.
     "How's your new friend - robe or not ?" she asked.
     "Go for it, Mom!" Logan shouted, grinning, and Brandon began to laugh.
     Stevie, still in shock from his bout of jacking off for the first time
with other boys to watch, choked and nearly went under.  Logan's mom came
out the patio doors, carrying a huge tray of steak nachos and cherry cokes.
She was also stark naked.  Stevie's mouth hung open as he stared at her,
admiring her ample breasts and shapely thighs openly.  "OH - MY - GOD !" he
whispered.
     "Hello, boys," Rita said warmly.  "Enjoying the pool, Stevie?  Eat up.
Oh, by the way, I redialed your house and your brother said you could be a
bit late, it was fine.  I said you hadn't eaten yet."  With that, she turned
and left, her toned ass shaking at them.
     The boys got out of the cool water and attacked the food.  The day had
been hard on them, and they were hungry.  Stevie, however, appeared
distracted.  Logan was grinning at him.  "What's wrong?" he asked
innocently.
     Stevie choked and Brandon pounded his back.  "Y-your mom was NAKED!"
Stevie choked.
     Logan laughed.  "That's my mom, alright."
     "Are you, uh, like, nudists or something?" Stevie asked, his voice
shocked.  Logan nodded.
     "Must be nice," Stevie sighed regretfully.
     But Brandon sensed something else.  Something wasn't right.  "Stevie, I
dunno - this is probably a lot for you and all since you don't trust well -
but, you said you didn't have any friends.  And, well, before today, we were
really scared of you."
     Stevie looked away.
     "It's an act, isn't it?" Logan asked, his voice full of pity.
     Stevie nodded.
     "You don't like being uncut and you don't like the earring, do you?"
Brandon asked, gently probing, "It keeps the hurt away?  You feel like no
one would like you any 'cause you're weird?"
     Stevie nodded again, still looking at his bare feet and the puddle
under him.  "I can't believe this afternoon, guys.  I mean, here I am
sitting naked with you both, eating, we jacked off just now together, your
mom came out naked, you're nudists, and Brandon's a eunuch.  Jesus Christ,
man!"
     They laughed.  "It IS a bit much, isn't it?" Brandon asked.
     "Guys, please don't tell anyone this.  I mean, my brother ..." but he
didn't finish.
     "Stevie," Brandon nudged, "can I ask you something?"  Stevie shrugged.
     "Why do you shave your head?"
     The dark boy ran a hand over his smooth scalp.  "I don't.  My brother
does it every morning.  He has for like the last two years or so.  He likes
it."  He picked up another nacho.  "He takes care of me and all with mom
gone so much, but ... but, there's times ... I just wish ..."
     Logan interrupted him.  "You wish he'd leave you alone?"
     Stevie nodded.  "If he found out I was here doing this, God, he'd ...
he'd ... I dunno what he'd do.  He talks, you know, says stuff about fags
and all and how good women are and how much pussy he gets, but ... man, this
is too much!"  Stevie went for a towel and his clothing.  Brandon noticed a
bruise on his ass, and Stevie couldn't have gotten it at soccer.  "Can I go
home now?" he almost begged.
     But Brandon and Logan felt more.  They looked at each other.  "Does he
hit you?" Brandon asked, "Or other stuff?  I mean, Logan and me won't tell a
word.  You think we want it out that we do this?  I mean, c'mon.  We were
both afraid that you were gonna beat the shit out of us any given day!"
     Stevie grinned at them.  "I won't tell.  And I sure as hell won't hurt
you.  You guys are pretty cool, and your mom, damn!   Just do me a favor?"
     They both nodded.
     "Keep quiet, please?"
     "Sure," they said together.
     "And one more thing?"
     They leaned forward on the umbrella topped table, eager to hear it.
After all, they'd just made up with the most feared boy in their class.
They were both happy.
     "Can ... can I come back here sometime?"
     There was a pleading sound to Stevie's voice that shouldn't have
belonged to someone like the boys thought that he was.  Stevie looked gruff
and dangerous, but inside he was just a hurting little boy with no friends.
And some secrets, to be sure.  What he needed was friends, affection,
someone to run to.  Someone to listen.
     "Anytime," Logan answered.
     "Yea," Brandon agreed.
     Stevie smiled, something they had seldom seen HIM do before.
     Rita drove him home without incident, and when they arrived, his mother
met her at the door.  They chatted and gesticulated as women often do, all
smiles and such.  Stevie had walked right past his mother, though, who
didn't seem happy to see him.  Brandon and Logan exchanged looks with one
another.  "Something's wrong here," Logan said.  Brandon nodded, thinking of
the bruise and of a brother who would force-shave your head and make you
wear an earring you hated.

***
     The next few weeks and practices went without incident.  It was usually
Rita, who at Logan's insistence and fear of Lois' driving, who took them and
picked them up.  Stevie's brother had been more than happy to let Rita make
the trip past the park to bring his brother home.  In fact, as the weeks
progressed, Stevie loosened up a lot.  He no longer balked at getting naked
in front of his two new friends, and actually began to look forward to their
jack-off sessions.  Seeing Logan's mom in the buff was just an added
benefit, and both Brandon and Logan got a huge kick out of the way his mom
would tease the already sexually confused boy.  It seemed that Stevie was
having a terribly 'bi' time of things in his lustings ...
     It was about 3 weeks later that the letters came.  Both boys had made
the same team - the Dragons.  They were to have red shirts and black shorts,
with black shoes and red knee socks.  Brandon and Logan were given numbers
13 & 31.  They found that amusing.  Stevie called the same day,
uncharacteristically happy saying that he had been assigned to the Dragons
as well, with the number 4.  1+3=4, as in 13 and 31, and they all found that
odd.

     The day of the first game came fast.  They were to play the Knights,
who wore black/silver shirts with offset silver/black shorts and black socks
with a maroon stripe over black/silver shoes.  All in all, the boys found
their color scheme too involved.  They all arrived near the same time, and
surprisingly, Stevie arrived with his brother.  He looked just like an older
version of the boy, except for the muscles and tattoos on his arms and the
large flesh tunnel rings in his ears.  Brandon and Logan took one look at
him and shivered.  Stevie, was of course, still bald as ever, his freshly
shaved scalp shining in the sun.  Brandon had gotten his crew cut trimmed
back to #3 on top and blended down to nothing over the ears and the back.
Logan had had the underside of his bowl cut shaved out to the skin, with the
pale blonde top coming down straight to just at his ears and eyebrows.  The
boys were all sporting their simple red and black scheme, and they had plans
for battle.
     Brandon, as usual, was the goalie.  Logan played the field, small and
fast and a ball-thief, while Stevie simply used his size and looks to mow
down or scare off anyone in his path.  They won the first game 3 to 1, and
it was literally a romp.  The Knights were, so to say, vanquished.  Their
only point came on a free kick from a small boy whom Stevie had taken down.
The boy had looked frightened and hurt, and he WAS limping some, so Brandon
had given him a mercy point.  It was far too late in the game for the
Knights to score 3 more and win, and he felt it was the right thing to do.
If nothing else, it boosted the boy's ego a bit.  As the game ended, the
victors were all highly charged as they headed off the field.  Stevie's
brother had left before the end of the game though, having told Rita that
his beeper had gone off and would she see to his little brother?  Rita, as
well as Stevie, had been all too happy about that.
     On the way back to the car, she told them all about it.  "He didn't say
a word to my face, boys," she was saying, "He talked to my tits."  They all
gasped.  "Is there something wrong with my tits?" she asked innocently.
     "No Ma'am," Stevie assured her.
     They arrived at Logan's without incident.  Logan was mentioning that
next time it was Lois' turn to drive.  "Take a pill," Brandon advised him.
Rita was sniffing the air, though.
     "Boys," she said mildly, "I'll go in and cook.  There's a heavily
chlorinated pool out back - use it!"  They all laughed.  There was
definitely something in the air.  They had all just gotten ready to get
naked and dive in when Rita came running back out.  "Boys, I have to go pick
up my husband ... his car's dead.  I'm sorry, but no pool until we get back.
  Stevie, I'll call your mom on my cellular.   Do be careful, please!  Any
requests?"  They shot a list of things at her, as she flipped a wrist at
them and headed for the car.  Stevie watched her ass as she went.
     The 3 of them, in the mood to celebrate and already worked up, suddenly
found themselves alone.
    The boys entered the house and made for Logan's  bedroom and Brandon
closed the door. The boys looked at each other and then Logan pulled off his
shirt. Brandon was next and his shirt landed on top of Logan's on the floor.
Both Brandon and Logan looked at Stevie and he pulled his shirt up and over
his head. The boys first saw Stevie's nipples. They were a normal
nickel-size, and they were a nice pink color on his hairless chest and
forming six pack. Their eyes went to his underarms and the boys saw about a
dozen small hairs in each pit. Stevie dropped his shirt on the floor also.
As one, the boys kneeled down and pulled off there shoes and socks then
stood back up. Now all the boys were wearing was there soccer shorts and
underwear. Logan and Brandon saw now that his knee socks were off that
Stevie had a very small amount of hair on his lower legs, while they still
remained leg-hairless. Logan pulled off his shorts and jock with cup in one
pull. He now stood there naked. Brandon pulled off his shorts and boxers and
also stood in all his naked glory. Both boys looked at Stevie and with a
little blush he yanked down his shorts and jock with cup. Both Logan and
Brandon looked at his cock. His dick was uncut and only Stevie knew his dark
secret that he wished he was cut so he could be "normal" like the other boys
at his school. His dick was about four inches while soft and grew to be a
nice sized seven hard inches. Stevie had a good sized black pubic bush and a
train of black hair that went up to his belly button. The boys smiled at
each other and then Brandon and Logan moved closer to Stevie. Since he was
the new member of the group they had decided without even talking to each
other that they would get him worked up first and then see what happened.
Stevie was confused sexually, and they knew it.  Brandon leaned forward and
took one of Stevie's nipples into his mouth and started to suck on it. While
at the same time, Logan got down on his knees and took the large uncut tool
into his mouth. Stevie almost jumped out of his skin as he felt the hot
mouths on his body. He had thought they would just jack off or jack each
other off as before. He was not ready for these feeling, but then the
feeling were to good, and he gave into them and enjoyed what was being done
to his body. He felt two sets of hands start to roam all over his young
body.  Logan and Brandon felt of his teen body.  He never thought of himself
as going in for anything with other boys, but it was too good.  He had to
try it.
     Logan felt Stevie's cock harden in his mouth. He used his tongue to
work back the foreskin as the cock became larger in his mouth. The dick was
soon too big and Logan had trouble breathing at first, then he started to
breath through his nose and slowly he was able to take all 7 inches into his
mouth and a little down his throat. Brandon was working on the other nipple
and he saw Logan with the large cock in his mouth and he was amazed his
friend was able to handle it. Stevie was really getting into the action now
and he used his hand to lift Brandon's head up so that they were face to
face. He then pushed his lips onto Brandon's lips and for the very first
time, Stevie kissed another boy. Brandon opened his mouth and he felt
Stevie's tongue enter his mouth. He sucked on the tongue and then pushed the
tongue back into its own mouth and then he felt Stevie suck on his tongue as
well. While the boys did some tongue fencing, Brandon's hands were playing
with Stevie's hard nips and Stevie did the same to Brandon. Logan, not
wanting his friend and now lover to miss out on anything, reached up with
his hand and took hold of Brandon's soft dick. He started to play with it
and to try and stimulate it as much as he could. Brandon's cock responded to
Logan's hand and started to get fully hard. Instead of only getting half
hard, his body must have been using up the last of his hormones for this
time of lust filled sex, because his dick became almost rock hard, just like
old times. Logan was happy to feel his friend's cock so hard. It had been
over a month since he had seen his cock this hard before. The erection was
so strong that it pulled Brandon's empty scrotum up tight against him,
making him look smooth under his cut dick.  Logan pulled off of Stevie's
large cock and stood back up. He did not want to waste any time and he lay
down on his back on the  bed.  He grabbed the KY jelly out of his drawer. He
called Brandon over and put some lube on his friend's dick and rubbed it in
so his whole cock was well lubed. He then lifted his legs over his head and
handed the tube to Brandon. Brandon squirted some KY onto Logan's hole and
then used a finger to rub the lube around and then in to friends ass. When
he was done, he pulled out his finger and slowly pushed his hard dick into
Logan's hot hole. Both boys moaned in pleasure as Brandon's dick entered
Logan's love tunnel. Stevie did not know what to do so he got closer to
watch the action. He couldn't believe it.  Brandon was going to fuck Logan
in the ass!  Logan took hold of the 7 inch cock and pulled Stevie closer to
him so he could suck on the large tool once again. This time Logan just
sucked on the head of Stevie's cock as he jacked the skin up and down the
boy's shaft. Logan loved the feel of the skin sliding up and down. Brandon
was now thrusting his cock in and out of his friend's silky ass.  As he
fucked Logan's ass he enjoyed the feeling, but as he thought about it he
knew he enjoyed being fucked more than he liked fucking. But he did not want
to give up this chance so he slowed down his hips so he would last longer.
Stevie bent a little and took hold of Logan's hard dick. He started to jack
Logan's cock off. Brandon wanted to stimulate his lover also, so he started
to rub and play with Logan's low hanging balls. Logan was so worked up and
the over stimulation from the double assault on his cock and balls that it
was to much for him; he started to fire off thick ropes of boy cream all
over himself. Watching the cum fly out of the piss hole was to much for
Stevie, and he started to fill Logan's mouth with his own cum. He fired off
so much teen seed, that some leaked out of Logan's mouth and dribbled down
the side of his face and drip onto the bed. Brandon watched all of this
while he kept up his long and slow dick thrusts. Logan pulled off of
Stevie's dick and swallowed the cum in his mouth. Not wanting to miss any,
he stuck out his tongue and licked up the cum that he could reach that was
on his lips and side. Stevie used his hand that he had been jacking off
Logan's cock and scooped up some of Logan's own cum. He lifted his hand up
to Brandon's face, and Brandon sucked his fingers clean. Stevie scooped up
more Logan cream and fed it all to Brandon who ate it all with a smile.
Stevie was still rock hard, even though he had just cummed. He picked up the
tube of KY jelly and used some to lube up his own dick. He had made a
decision.
     "I'm gonna fuck this boy's ass, I can't believe it, but I am." Stevie
thought.
     He then got off the bed and the kneeled down behind Brandon. He used
one hand to part open his ass cheeks and then pushed the tube up Brandon's
ass. He squirted some lube onto Brandon's hole, then used his cummy fingers
to push the lube up into Brandon's fuck hole. When he pulled his fingers out
he stood back up and put the tip of his rock hard cock at the entrance to
Brandon's ass. Just as Brandon pushed far into Logan he felt Stevie give a
hard push. Brandon sucked in a lung full of air as he felt all 7 inches get
shoved up into him in one hard push. Stevie was much bigger than Logan, and
his cock filled Brandon as much as the enema nozzle had.  He knew he had all
7 inches because he felt Stevie's pubic bush and also felt his balls slap
his butt cheeks. Logan watched Stevie enter Brandon's ass, and then inside
him he felt Brandon's dick become even harder. Logan now knew that Brandon
enjoyed getting it more than giving it. This made him super happy because he
enjoyed giving it more than taking it. "I'm the pitcher and he is the
catcher," Logan thought to himself with a small smile on his lips.
     As Brandon and Stevie got into a rhythm, Logan's dick got hard once
again. He could see Stevie's butt cheeks in the mirror attached to the door,
become dimpled and then undimpled as he long dicked his best friend and
lover. He took hold of his dick and started to jack off. He played with his
balls with his fee hand. He was enjoying the feelings that he got as
Brandon's dick hit his prostate.  He wondered if Brandon would ever be able
to do it again, and secretly hope that he wouldn't.
     All three boys got into a good rhythm. Logan jacked his cock and played
with his balls as Brandon fucked his ass. Brandon had reached behind himself
and took Stevie's ass cheeks into his hands and he pulled Stevie forward
when he was pushing his dick in. He was trying to get more of that hot cock
into his hot ass. Stevie had reached around Brandon and was playing with
Brandon's hard dime sized nipples as he thrust his tool in and out of the
tight boy hole. The sound and smell of sex combined with boy sweat from the
game was thick in the air, and soon all three boys was dripping sweat again.
They all started to breath hard as they sped up there thrusting motion.
     Brandon could not hold out any longer, he yanked his hard penis out of
Logan's hole and jacked it two times, then he shot off. He shot a small
string of clear fluid so hard it hit Logan on the lips. His next few
twitches of his dick caused a small amount of clear fluid to dribble out and
drip down onto Logan's hand which was a blur of motion on his own hard cock.
The feeling and added stimulation of Brandon's fluid rubbing onto his dick
caused Logan to fire a second, but not as large load of cum onto himself.
Watching both Logan and Brandon shoot there fluids and feeling the hot ass
get tighter on his rod, Stevie started to fill Brandon's ass with his own
spunk. All three boys lay down on the bed, panting trying to catch there
breath from the hot action.
     When they had rested up, Brandon got up and walked out of the room, and
Logan and Stevie covered their mouths and giggled like school girls when
they saw some semen run down the back of one of Brandon's legs. Brandon
returned with cherry cokes and Nutter-Butter cookies and then sat back down
on the bed.  As they munched on the cookies, Brandon sniffed the air.  So
did Logan.  They all laughed.  "I think we need a shower," Logan suggested.
They downed their sodas, belched thunderously, and headed for the bathroom.
     "Damn!"  Stevie said as the entered, "This is bigger than my room!"  He
looked all around at the huge bathroom.  There was even a ceiling fan and
the sunken tub was huge!  Then he noticed the bench.  "What's this?  Waiting
area?" he asked, pointing at it.
     Brandon and Logan laughed.  "You might find out," Logan said
menacingly.  Brandon agreed, and turned the water on.  All three of them
showered together, taking great pains to get each other clean.  Logan and
Stevie got hard again, but Brandon didn't.  As they rinsed off and Logan and
Stevie jacked each other off again, Stevie said to Brandon, "I feel like
we're cheating you, man.  Is it because of you being, well ... what I mean
is ..."  But he didn't say it.  He just stared at Brandon's empty scrotum
and the scars there.
     "It's OK, dude.  Ever since I got my balls cut off it's been tougher
and tougher for me to get hard.  I didn't think I could live with it at
first."  Then he looked down at his bare feet.  He stepped out of the shower
and onto the tiles, reaching for a towel.  "If it hadn't been for Logan, I'd
have probably killed myself.  You know what it's like to wake up and not be
hard, and not get hard no matter how much you try?"
     Stevie shook his head.  He'd never thought of himself as gay, or even
wanting to do what he'd just done, but he had.  He couldn't imagine his dick
not getting hard.  He wanted to mention his other secret, though, but he
couldn't.  Not yet.  Brandon & Logan probably realized how fast he got off
and how much he enjoyed sex with them for the first time.  He just couldn't
say it though.  He'd said too much already.  He knew that they had to have
seen the bruises.
     "Besides," Brandon was saying, "being fucked isn't so bad at all.  You
can cum without even touching your dick."  But Logan's eyes were sparkling
blue ... Brandon caught it, and his heart skipped.  He loved it when Logan's
eyes shifted.  "What?" he asked.
     "Speaking of asses," Logan began, "Now that we're clean outside, I'd
guess somebody isn't too clean inside, you know," casting a sidelong glance
at Stevie.  "Tell me, Stevie, you know what an enema is?"
     The bald boy shook his head.
     "You wanna try one?" Logan asked deviously.  "It's a half hour drive to
where Dad was and they'll take a half hour to get back and time with a
wrecker too.  That and Mom has to shop for food!"
     Brandon was trying hard not to laugh.  Stevie was in for a surprise.
Logan dried himself off a bit and ran back to his room.  When he returned,
his hands were behind his back.  He held up the silver nozzle for Stevie to
see.  "Does that go where I think it goes?" he asked nervously.
     Logan nodded.  "Up your ass, buddy," he replied, grinning.
     "What's it for?" Stevie asked, unsure if he really wanted it there.  It
looked threatening.
     "It hooks to this," Logan said, producing the white tubing.  "Which
hooks to this!"  He then held up the red bag.  Stevie raised an eyebrow.
     "What's the red thing for?" he asked.
     "You fill it with water," Brandon supplied helpfully, "and the tube
fills your ass up with the water.  It cleans you out."
     The light of understanding came to Stevie's dark eyes.  "Oh, man!  My
mom used to do that to me when I was little, only she had a small blue bulb
thing with a straight pipe.  I didn't like it, guys."
     "This isn't like a bulb, Stevie," Logan said, "You won't believe how it
feels."
     Stevie thought for a moment.  They had time.  His brother knew where he
was.  He was probably busy and didn't know where the house was.  Logan's
folks were tied up with the car trouble.  He didn't know if he'd like it,
but if his friends did it ..."  Slowly, he nodded.  He felt himself overcome
with wanting to find out more of what these two new friends of his did for
fun.
     "Lay on the bench," Logan said, "That's what it's for.  I get one of
these every week.  And Brandon does too."
     Stevie did as he was told and watched Logan fill a pan with water.  He
had put a bar of soap in it, and it smelled of coconuts.  Brandon was lubing
up the nozzle, then lubed up Stevie's ass as Logan filled the bag. He gently
moved a finger in and out of Stevie, limbering him up. He then attached the
hose, and Brandon attached the nozzle.  Logan hung the bag up over Stevie's
head.  It looked large and swollen.  Slowly, Brandon began to press the
nozzle against his hole.  It began to slide in, and Stevie gasped.  It was
large, and he felt himself stretching to take it.  When it slid in, he
sighed.  It felt good, and his muscles seized on it.  He began to get hard
again as it touched his prostate.
     "Get ready," Logan said, popping the shut-off clip open.  Stevie gasped
hard as he felt the warm water begin to fill him.  He suddenly felt the urge
to go, but fought it.  He watched the red bag slowly flattening out as
Brandon began to stroke his hard 7 inches, which not so long ago had been in
Brandon's ass.  His belly began to swell, and he remembered the enemas as a
kid - squirt and run.  This was different.  Logan watched for a moment, then
walked over to curiously examine Stevie's shaved scalp and earring.  The bag
was almost flat when the first cramp hit him.  Stevie moaned, and began curl
up, but Logan was there, massaging his belly and making the cramp subside.
The bag was empty, and Stevie had to go bad, worse than he had in his life.
Brandon moved the nozzle, and continued to jack him.  He felt full, warm,
and the hands that were touching him now weren't going to hurt him.  These
hands were soft, their words kind.  Stevie wasn't used to that.
     After what seemed like forever, Brandon pulled the nozzle and told him
to go.  His hard dick was left unsatisfied, and he relieved himself as Logan
refilled the bag with clean water.  "We do it AGAIN?" he asked.  Logan
nodded.  Brandon grinned impishly.
     "If we don't wash the soap outta ya, you'll be feeling like you have to
go, burning inside, and can't.  It's miserable, trust me," Logan explained.
     This time, Logan inserted the nozzle.  The cramps weren't as bad this
time, and Logan jacked him slowly as he moved the nozzle around.  His belly
swelled out again and he began to sweat a bit.  As Logan jacked him, playing
with his foreskin as he did, Stevie felt the need to go coupled with the
need to cum.  He couldn't stand it.  He was just about to blow when suddenly
Brandon was there to catch his ejaculation with his mouth.  He couldn't
believe the feeling, nor believe how aggressive his new friends were.  THIS
had been the last thing he'd expected, but he found that he liked it.  That
scared him.  As he fired another smaller load into Brandon's mouth, he felt
Logan pull the nozzle.
     "Take a shower when you're done and come back to my room," Logan said,
taking the equipment to the sink and washing it off in strong orange soap.
"Don't worry about gettin' dressed, not yet, in dirty clothes anyway, until
it's time to go."
     Stevie did that, and as he showered alone, he hoped that no one found
out.  "I can't believe I did this," he thought, "I can't believe I liked
it!"

     Logan's folks arrived home not long after to find the boys seated at a
table near the pool waiting.  She handed them all large "Jack-in-the-Box"
take out bags, which they attacked.  When they had eaten, the boys dressed;
Stevie was going to put his smelly uniform back on, but Logan's dad offered
him a pair of shorts.  They were a bit big, but they got him home.  Logan &
Brandon watched as he made his way up the walk, his bald head down.  As he
opened the door, his brother pulled up and waved to Rita.  He thanked them,
then followed his younger brother into the house.  The boys didn't like the
look on his face, nor the way Stevie had left them.  And despite their
fun-filled afternoon, they both had a bad feeling about it.


When the boys got back to Logans house, they stripped off again and went
swimming. They talked about there new friend Stevie and tried to think of
ways they could help there new friend and sex partner, as they relaxed in
chairs in the dyeing sun of the day.
After it was dark and the boys enjoy a nice dinner with Logans parents, they
went up to Logans room. They closed and locked the door. The made love to
each other before falling asleep in each others arms, knowing that they were
safe from danger.



THE END??