From: an107007@anon.penet.fi (Gamin Paramour)
Reply-To: an107007@anon.penet.fi
Date: Thu, 10 Nov 1994 00:23:48 UTC
Subject: STORY: Davey & Bobby (m/m, pedo)

NEW m/m pedo story November 1994

Disclaimer:  This story contains depictions of love and sex between
pre-adolescent boys, and between boys and men.  If you are offended by
this, or if you are not of legal age in your local jurisdiction, do not
read further. 

Author's Notes: Due to the recent dearth of m/m pedo stories in this
group, several friends have asked me to post something, anything.  The only
thing I have that is postable is this old, unfinished series which I
abandoned some months ago because it wasn't up to the level of quality I
would like to maintain.  This is not to say it doesn't have "good parts",
just that the characters are not very believable and the plot was getting a
bit maudlin.  The sex scenes are pretty good, though. :-)

There are six chapters and then it peters out.  If anyone would like to
take a shot at continuing the story, feel free.  I will post a chapter
every few days, so the group will have something to read for a couple of
weeks. 

This story is copyright (c) 1994 by Gamin Paramour.  This is only because
I may decide to reuse bits and pieces of it in a future work.  This series
may be reproduced and distributed at will. 


Davey and Bobby (Chapter One)
by Gamin Paramour

Davey wasn't quite sure where the entrance was, but he knew it was there
somewhere.  It was just one missing bar in a tall wrought iron fence, and
he had only been there once before, but he had to find it quickly.  The
need had been building up inside him all afternoon, until he could think of
nothing else but getting somewhere and relieving the pressure.  He couldn't
go home to do it. Every day it was the same thing.  The second he walked in
the door his mother corralled him into the dining room with his little
sister where homework was the order of the day, and no excuses were
tolerated.  If he had no homework his Mom made him read ahead, or do the
extra credit problems at the back of his math book.  Come Hell or high
water, in the Peters household 3:30 till dinner was homework time.  He
couldn't even slip into the bathroom long enough without her barging in
after two minutes to see if he was sick. Why couldn't he have a Mom who
ignored him like everybody else?  No, if he went home he'd have to wait
until after dinner for any privacy, and he couldn't bear to wait that long.
Davey was on the verge of giving up and taking his chances on doing it out
in the garage.

"Yes!" he exclaimed softly when at last he found the opening.  His eyes
darted both ways to make sure no one was watching and, the coast being
clear, he quickly squeezed through the fence into the overgrown yard of
that had once held the decaying remains of a 100-year-old mansion, the
Watson Place.  Only two years ago the bulldozers had come and left only the
fence and its thick covering of bushes to mark the spot.  A sign bolted to
the fence said Walker Brothers Builders were developing the site, but so
far all that had developed were weeds.

Davey trotted quickly across the yard through the chest-high grass and
found the spot he was looking for.  Between the fence with its overgrown
hedge and a small mound of construction debris - or more accurately
speaking destruction debris - was a shallow depression surrounded by a wild
growth of weeds.  Low tree branches spread overhead, allowing dappled
sunlight to filter through but very effectively screening out any prying
eyes that might, for whatever reason, be interested in an empty lot. It was
as private a place as an 11-year-old boy could hope to find.

He sat on the ground, listened for a moment and, satisfied he was truly
alone, deftly popped his top pants button open, tugged at the zipper and
wrestled the scratchy new Levis to his knees.  Relief surged through him as
his young stiffness sprang free of its denim constraints, stretching to its
full length in the relative comfort of only his small white briefs.  It
wasn't nearly enough relief, though.  Davey had been anticipating this
jack-off session since before lunch period, and nothing short of the real
thing would satisfy him. He lifted his narrow hips and slid his underwear
down as well, exposing his hot little genitals to the cool air and settling
his smooth, bare butt down into the prickly grass.  He lay back and, after
a second of decision, also lifted his blue and white striped T-shirt up as
far as he could without removing it, leaving his handsome young body nude
from the armpits to the knees.

Though Davey wasn't really aware of it, he was one hell of a good looking
kid. It just wasn't something he thought about.  He hated that he was small
for his age, the second-shortest boy in his class even though he was among
the oldest. But he was robust and strong, with a gymnast's build, and in
fact he was one of the better members of his YMCA's gymnastics class,
specializing in tumbling.  He was quick and coordinated, excelling also in
trampoline and vaulting.  His coach said Davey would "knock them dead" when
he got to high school, and could compete on a real gymnastics team.  Though
he tended to accept such praise with only an embarrassed smile, inside it
made him swell with pride.

Davey was cute, too.  With his silky blond hair in its "skater's cut",
huge, intelligent blue eyes and delicate features he had several times been
mistaken for his sister when his mother made him wear "girly man" colors
like mauve. Light freckles dusted the bridge of his upturned nose, still
prominent now with his end-of-summer tan.  They would all but disappear in
a few months when his skin fades to winter white. Lying there exposed the
tan lines across his body were distinct, the sun-crisped color of his chest
and belly contrasting sharply with the milky white of his hairless pubes.

Davey was still completely undeveloped, which didn't bother him at all,
since only two kids in the whole sixth grade showed the slightest sign of
puberty, and anyway he wasn't at all sure he was going to like being all
hairy and greasy like the older boys he saw at the Y.  But he did harbor
secret hope that puberty would bring him one gift, a significant increase
in the size of his cock.  He had taken kidding for years about his small
dick, which even when erect barely measured three inches, and when limp,
which is the only way his friends had seen it, barely peeked out of the
folds of his circumcised foreskin to make any appearance at all.  He'd
heard them all; "dickless", "pin prick", "needle dick", "mosquito fucker",
and the one that made even him laugh, "The Keyhole Kid", because he could
supposedly fuck through a keyhole. It was mostly just friendly teasing, but
the size of his dick was beyond his control and the abuse felt very unfair.
If his friends could see it now they might be slightly more impressed, for
though it was short it was thick, sturdy and substantial, and so hard he
could probably drive nails with it.

The boy closed his eyes and began the ritual he had perfected over the last
nearly two years.  His left hand gently traced a fingertip across his
strong, slightly baby fatted chest until it came to a small, already
excited nipple. The sharp pink cone jutted out from his brownish pink
aureole, and as he tickled it with a feathery soft touch he relished the
charge of erotic pleasure his little tittie produced.  In his bed at night,
when he had plenty of time, he usually paid a lot of attention to these
ultrasensitive nubs even before he ever touched his cock, and this foreplay
never failed to help him to ever greater heights of orgasm.  Today he'd
have to forgo that luxury and take the short cut to ecstasy.

His right hand traced down across his flat belly and pubes and quickly
found the short, stiff center of Davey's universe.  He gripped it tenderly
between his thumb and two fingertips and eased into the practiced rhythm he
knew so well. The familiar sensations coursed through his body, overtaking
the anxiety he had felt all afternoon in school and filling him with a
sense of rightness, as if he was where he was supposed to be, doing what he
was supposed to be doing, and all was well in his little world.

He jacked his small cock steadily, shifting his grip slightly as his speed
increased.  The soft skin moved easily over the dick's three inch length,
never quite completely covering the purplish pink head.  His loose balls
jiggled with the motion, and even that contributed to his pleasure. He felt
he was in tune with every nerve fiber in his body, as if with enough
concentration he could follow every jolt of energy on its journey from the
tip of his sensitive penis up his spine and into the deep primal recesses
of his brain.

Shadowy images crept into his consciousness slowly, as they always had over
these last few months.  Someone was there, then gone.  A flash of pink
skin, a face, darkness again.  He felt a shudder in his gut and the
familiar tension starting in his balls as his passion grew.  He saw a boy
in the shadows, nude as they always were in his mind.  The boy was tall and
slim, muscular and beautiful.  He smiled at Davey, offering something,
something new, something wonderful.  He was gone.

Davey continued to tweak and rub his nipple as he stroked, feeling the
buildup begin deep within him that he knew would finally bring him relief,
and, at least temporarily, put out the fire in his loins.  He alternately
held his breath and panted in time with the rhythmic waves of pleasure that
mounted inside him.  He knew he was getting close.  His muscular little ass
clenched and relaxed over and over, grinding his baby soft skin against the
rough ground. Still he pounded his cock, desperately reaching for the
release that he wanted, that he needed so badly.  His hand began to cramp
and he switched to his left hardly missing a beat.  His rhythm was off for
only a few seconds, and then he was back on the fast track to orgasm.

He saw the boy again, and felt the vague longing in his soul he was coming
to know so often.  Longing for what, he didn't know.  The beautiful face
was familiar, but before he could identify it the face was gone.  Other
boys were there, a roomfull.  Smiling, beckoning boys, inviting Davey, but
to what? That face again, the one he knew.  Then down, down a slim Adonis
of a body to something impossibly long, straight and stiff.

He felt it starting.  His gym shoes dug into the dirt as his strong
gymnast's legs tensed, lifting him from the ground until he was arched into
the air with only his heels and shoulders supporting him.  He stroked
furiously, one hand only a blur of motion between his hairless thighs, the
other pulling at his distended nipple as if to tear it free completely.
His pretty face contorted as if in horrible pain, but it was the ultimate
pleasure he felt as he bucked and strained toward the brink.  His skin was
beet red and he didn't know how long it had been since he had breathed, but
still he strove for his reward.

"God!" was the only word Davey said as he came.  He thrashed on the cool
ground and continued to pump his raw little cock as the orgasm flooded
through his young frame.  His hairless balls quaked and pulsed and he could
have sworn something was coming out of him this time, but as always the
only moisture on his trim belly was a sheen of hot sweat.  He continued to
stroke his dick, but slowing as the waves of excitement receded, until the
roller coaster of his orgasm finally pulled to a stop and the boy slumped
into the grass, spent.

He lay there several minutes, eyes closed, blood pounding in his ears,
chest heaving with his exertion.  The breeze was cool on his exposed skin,
and the moving leaves around him made a soft, comforting sound that
threatened to lull him to sleep.  He couldn't afford that, he knew, but he
was more than content to relax there a few minutes in the afterglow of his
orgasm.

Sometimes Davey worried about the habit he had gotten into of masturbating
at least once each and every day.  The guys always made jokes about
"jacking off", and it was one of the supreme sixth grade insults for
someone to say you did it, right up there with being "gay".  He thought it
odd that the guys all seemed to know a lot about both jacking off and the
kinds of things boys do together to earn the label "gay".  To hear them
tell it, though, they themselves would never do any of those things in a
million years.

As far as sex was concerned, Davey's life just didn't seem to line up with
what he was told it was supposed to be.  He had discovered the pleasure of
stroking his stiff penis shortly after his ninth birthday, long before any
of his friends had ever made a derogatory comment about it.  In his
innocence he had told this discovery to his best friend, Bobby, in exactly
the same way he had earlier told Bobby that it was fun to slide down the
slide on his stomach instead of his butt.  Bobby had seemed completely
uninterested, and Davey let it drop.  By the next year the masturbation
taboo was widely known in Davey's circle, but by then his nightly ritual
was so much a part of his life he could no more have stopped it than he
could have stopped eating. What's more, he didn't want to stop.  His hard
little dick was his favorite toy, and he thought the other kids were crazy
to deny themselves such wonderful feelings just because people say so.  He
would play their game and join in the insult parade, but in private he
would seek his pleasure.

Lying there in the grass with the gentle breeze and the hypnotic rustling
of the leaves Davey's mind drifted back to his gym class just hours ago,
the source of today's frustration and the reason for his unrelenting need.
The memory had the same quality as his fantasies; shadowy, imprecise,
vaguely wishful, but unlike his fantasies this had really happened.

It was a locker room scene like hundreds before it.  Tinny locker doors
opened and slammed, high boy voices echoed sharply from cinder block and
tile, and beautiful young bodies scurried in and out of his view.  Davey's
senses were sharp, as always, for he always anticipated these scenes with
great relish. He had loved locker rooms as long as he could remember, and
his heart quickened every time he even thought of that intoxicating realm
of nudity and excitement.  It had always been so, and lately even more as
something unknown beckoned to him; a vague feeling that something important
was happening.

As always, Davey's eyes darted furtively from one forbidden thrill to the
next as he made his way between the beautiful naked boys; a small, childish
penis here, the sculpted roundness of a perfect butt there, the hollow of a
hairless underarm, a pair of loose boy testicles, the pointed perfection of
a tiny nipple.  He had never spent much time wondering exactly why he found
this so exciting. He might as well wonder why he liked ice cream. It was
just good, that's all.  In fact, there was something about the very
forbiddenness that appealed to Davey, an element of knowing something
others did not, of being in on a profound secret, of making up his own mind
despite what the sheep around him thought.  Being different was scary, but
thrilling.

Davey was watching Timmy Branson shower.  Timmy wasn't the cutest of the
twenty-four naked boys in the shower room, but he was quite convenient.
The shower heads were mounted on chrome poles that looked like a periscope
in an old submarine movie, four showers to the pole.  Timmy was directly
across from Davey, and was at the moment oblivious to Davey's examination
of his body because of a facefull of soap.  The boy had a nice, average
sixth-grader's body, hairless and sleek with water and soap.  His flaccid
penis bounced pleasantly as he scrubbed his face with his hands, and Davey
was quite enjoying his view when every shower in the room suddenly stopped.

"Hey!" Timmy yelled, discovering he was unable to rinse the soap from his
eyes.  "Turn the water back on McKay, you asshole!  This isn't funny!"

"I didn't do it, dickwad," the boy next to Davey said.  "And besides, it is
kind of funny."

"Fuck you, McKay," the poor, blinded boy said half in a whimper, the soap
beginning to sting his eyes.

Most of the boys simply abandoned their showers, 11-year-olds not being
known for immaculate personal hygiene, and moved into the drying area.
Davey stepped between the milling boys to the table full of towels and took
one over to Timmy.

"All the showers are off, Timmy," Davey said, "there's something wrong.
Here's a towel for your face. I hope it helps."

"Thanks, Davey," Timmy said with real gratitude.  Then loudly, "At least
SOMEBODY around here isn't an asshole!"

"Why don't you fuckin' marry him, Branson?" somebody said, getting a laugh,
and Davey found himself blushing even though he was not the object of
ridicule.

"Hold it, you guys!" boomed a deep, powerful voice, so loud it hurt Davey's
ears as it echoed off the shower walls.  "You're not getting out of here
without a shower."  A general moan arose from the boys, knowing the
futility of arguing with Coach Matthews.  "Somebody just turned off the
wrong valve to work on the sprinkler system.  The water will be back on in
a minute, and I won't have you guys going to lunch smelling like a bunch of
horses."

So there was Davey, in the middle of twenty-four naked sixth grade boys,
all standing around impatiently waiting for the water to come back on.  If
he could be sure heaven was like this he'd gladly step in front of a bus at
the first opportunity.  His eyes darted rapidly around the room as always,
but instead of three hurried minutes of trying to follow moving targets, it
ended up being nearly ten minutes and the nude beauties were standing still
for inspection.  His dick stiffened slightly, and it was only his fear of
the others seeing it that kept it in check at all. Then he saw Brad Howell,
the tall, slim sports hero of the sixth grade, standing off to the side of
the group, taking the opportunity to stretch his lithe, athletic young
body.

Davey gawked at the prepubertal athlete like one of the scientists in Close
Encounters when they first spotted the Mother Ship.  He was tall and lean,
looking even more so with his arms stretched out over his head.  His
sweat-matted dark brown hair was slightly longer than jocks usually wore
it, and hung back toward his shoulders as he threw his head back.  His
handsome face was thin and angular, and wore a delightful grimace as he
tensed his muscles, clearly showing his dimples.  His frame had been called
"bony" by some, but to Davey it was slim perfection.  With his arms thrown
up every rib could be counted through Brad's smooth, translucent skin.  His
nipples were big and dark, the aureoles the size of quarters and the little
nubs just barely filled out, nowhere near erect.  His flat tummy was smooth
and tanned, a sharp line separating the tan from the creamy white below.

Davey's eyes eagerly travelled down, past the tan line and into the area he
had gazed at so many times, but always for only an instant as Brad moved
from the lockers to the showers and back again.  Their lockers were not in
the same aisle, so this was the very first time Davey had had the chance to
take a good long look at this beautiful boy.  The hairless cock was a
monster by sixth grade standards, especially compared to Davey's
underdeveloped little tool. It was at least four inches soft, hanging down
across a full, loose, hairless scrotum that contained balls the size and
shape of robin's eggs.  Brad stood with his slim, powerful thighs slightly
parted, allowing the beautiful nut sack to hang unimpeded in mid air.
Then, Brad suddenly turned his back to Davey, spread his legs as wide apart
as he could, and began doing "windmills", alternately touching his right
toes with his left hand, and his left toes with his right hand. Every time
Brad bent over Davey got a glorious view of that incredibly firm young ass
with its wide open little pink hole and the loose, hairless balls swinging
back and forth, and that's when Davey noticed he himself was fully,
poundingly erect.

He spent the rest of that gym period trying desperately to conceal his
excitement, first with his hands, then his towel, and even with the door to
his locker, but regardless of what he did the little offender never
flagged. Davey spent the rest of the school day replaying that sight in his
mind. By the end of the day he was so horny he was sure he would burst if
he didn't get his rocks off. Even now, lying there in the grass with his
pants down and his shirt up, the image of Brad's smooth, muscular ass made
Davey's young dick spring back to full stiffness in seconds.  He had no
concrete idea of what exactly he wanted to do with the boy if he ever got
the chance, but he had a feeling he'd think of something.  He didn't have
time to stroke again, and with a sigh he reluctantly tucked his once again
throbbing cock into his pants and headed home, damn near as frustrated as
he had been before.


Davey & Bobby (Chapter Two) 
by Gamin Paramour

Just outside the back door of his family's modest two story house Davey
dropped his book bag and paused to adjust his hardness, hoping it wouldn't
show.

"OK, calmly now, Peters," he muttered under his breath as he swept up the
books and stepped inside.

"Hi sweetie!" his Mom called from the kitchen.  "How was school today?"

Davey smiled slyly to himself and went into the kitchen, answering, "Hard,
Mom, really hard."

"Well," she said, cupping his cheek in her hand and planting a kiss on his
forehead, "Just study a little more and I'm sure you'll get it.  Remember,
Samuel Johnson wrote 'Great works are performed not by strength but by
perseverence.'"  Mom was an interesting piece of work; June Cleaver with a
Masters in literature.

"I'm pretty sure it's gonna be hard when I'm doing my homework, too," said
the boy, barely suppressing his grin.

Mom regarded him quizzically.  "Well, I must say you're taking it well. Now
scoot on into the dining room and start on that homework."

Davey grabbed a single homemade peanut butter cookie out of the jar shaped
like a puppy and joined his 9-year-old sister April at the big oak dining
table.  Exchanging nothing more than "Hi" and a smile, they settled in to
work in silence.  Homework was serious business in the Peters house, as was
practically everything else related to child rearing. There was Homework
Time, Bath Time, Bed Time, chores, Sunday School, no TV after 8pm - Davey
wanted to punch whoever decided 8pm was the end of the Family Hour - and a
myriad of other rules, all strictly enforced.   Still, his folks weren't
mean, just strict, and he knew that was only because they believed it was
the right way to raise children.  He also knew it could be a lot worse,
judging by some of his friends' parents.

After a slow start on his homework he even managed to evict the memory of
Brad's ass from his mind and actually concentrate, his small penis finally,
mercifully deflating.  Davey wouldn't exactly say he liked homework, but he
was used to it, and he did like getting good grades.  Not only did it keep
his parents and teachers off his back, he was quietly proud of being
considered a smart kid.

About a quarter to five while Davey was immersed in a long division problem
involving fractions, the phone rang, and his Mom answered.

"David, it's Bobby for you," she said, slightly annoyed.  She only called
him David when she was annoyed.  "Please remind your friend that you are
not to receive phone calls until after dinner."

"Yes, Mom," Davey said, taking the phone.  He waited for her to return to
her meatloaf preparations before speaking into the phone.  "Bobby, why'd
you call so early?  You're gonna get me in trouble."

"I'm sorry, man," said his friend.  "I forgot.  You know, you're the only
one with all the crazy rules."

"Yeah, yeah.  I know." Davey said resignedly.  "So what's up?"

"My folks are going to some dinner thing for my Dad's work tonight.  My
Mom's feeding me early, then I'll be home alone until after ten.  Can you
come over?"

"Cool!" Davey exclaimed.  "Let me ask."  He covered the mouthpiece and
received permission, subject to a nine o'clock curfew, from his Mom.  He
conveniently left out the part about them being alone in the house.  His
parents and Bobby's never talked to each other, and Davey knew he wouldn't
get caught.

Dinner was uneventful, and since it was April's turn at the dishes Davey
eagerly set off for Bobby's house the minute he was excused from the table.
Actually, Bobby lived in a townhouse in a somewhat ritzier neighborhood
than Davey's family could afford.  Both Bobby's parents worked at big
companies in the city, and left him alone fairly often, but never for more
than a few hours. Bobby was a "latchkey kid", coming home to an empty house
every day after school.  Bobby had been a little scared at first, but
handled it OK, and now he was used to being on his own.  Bobby was waiting
at the door when Davey arrived.

"Hey, man, what took you so long?  Get your butt in here!" Bobby said,
pulling his friend inside by the wrist.

"Hey, what's the rush?" Davey objected, but hurrying all the same.

"No rush, really," Bobby said, flashing his contagious grin.  Then somewhat
avoiding Davey's eyes he added, "I just kind of missed you, that's all.  I
don't like being in different classes."  He realized he still held Davey's
hand, and suddenly released it like something hot.

"I guess we goofed around too much last year, huh?" Davey said, a bit
flattered at his friend's confession.

"Do you think they really split us up on purpose?"  Bobby asked, leading
Davey into the kitchen and producing two cans of pop.

"Nah, they just had too many kids for one sixth grade class," Davey stated
as if he had inside information or something.  He was usually pretty
confident in his opinions.

"At least they combine the classes for gym," Bobby said, taking a swallow
of soda and punctuating his remark with an enormous belch, cracking them
both up in laughter.  Davey took a slug and tried to compete, but Bobby
retained the World Championship of Burping.  They burped their way all the
way up to Bobby's room, falling on the bed next to each other giggling.

"Wasn't that weird with the showers today?" Bobby finally said, when he
eventually ran out of gas.

"Yeah," Davey said softly, the crystal clear memory of a lean ass and a
small pink hole flashing briefly through his mind.  It was enough to cause
a stirring inside him.  "Weird.  Say, where were you during all that?"

Bobby hesitated just a moment, but enough for Davey to notice.  "I couldn't
get a shower near you, so I was over on the other side.  I saw you,
though."

Davey didn't say anything, pretending to examine the huge Michael Jordan
poster on Bobby's wall and wondering just how much Bobby had seen.

"It was nice of you to get a towel for Timmy," Bobby continued, making more
eye contact than usual.

"Yeah, well, he had soap in his eyes," Davey said, self-consciously
dismissing his good deed as he always did.

"Nobody else helped him, though, did they?"  Bobby insisted.  "I mean,
you're just such a nice guy."

Davey blushed just a little and looked away.

Bobby pressed the point.  "You're, like, the best friend I ever had, ever
since we were babies.  And if, like, kids said mean stuff about you or
anything I'd be on your side, you know?  I'd, like, beat 'em up if you
wanted me to." Bobby was getting manic on him.

"Why would kids say mean stuff about me?" Davey asked slowly.

"Well," Bobby hesitated, a pained expression on his face, "because of what
happened, you know, in the showers."

Davey blushed big time and rolled away from his friend, face down on the
bed, as mortified as he'd ever felt.

Bobby was next to him in a second.  "It's no big deal," he implored,
seeming more upset than Davey was.  "Only a couple kids even saw.  So what
if they make a few jokes."

Davey began to contemplate his ruin at Fairfield Avenue Elementary School.
Bobby was his friend, who he was quite sure would not spread the word and
tease him mercilessly.  But other kids had seen and made jokes, which meant
it was already all over the school. By tomorrow Davey would be forever
labelled with the severest insult known to the sixth grade: "GAY".  It was
no consolation to Davey that it was probably true.

"You saw?" Davey asked, still unable to look at his friend.

"Yeah," Bobby replied, something strange entering into his voice.  "I mean,
we've seen each other's dicks, like, a million times, but I just never saw
it like that before."

"I couldn't help it, Bobby," Davey said softly.  "It just happened."

Bobby hesitated, a serious look on his face, which changed suddenly to one
of decision.  "It happens to everybody," he said.

Davey looked at him.  "Does it happen to you?"

Bobby looked away, then back.  "Yeah, I get boners sometimes."

"A lot of times?" Davey pressed.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Every day?"

"Usually, yeah."  Both boys were quiet for several seconds.

"What makes you get one?" Davey finally asked hesitantly.

"I don't know," Bobby said, looking away again.  "Sometimes I wake up with
one."

"Yeah, me too," Davey said, then with a swallow decided to take the plunge.
"Bobby, do you like girls?"

"Yeah, they're OK, I guess," he replied.

"No, I mean do you LIKE them, like for sex and shit?"

"Do you?" Bobby parried.

"I asked you first."

"So who cares?  I asked you second."

Davey was quiet for a moment.  It was the scariest conversation he'd ever
had, but he had to understand what was going on, and if there was one
person in the world he could talk to about this it was Bobby.

"I guess I'm supposed to, huh?" he began.  "They're OK to be friends with
and stuff, but I don't get, like, excited when I look at them."  Davey
closely examined Bobby's expression, and seeing nothing but compassion in
his brown eyes he went on.

"I mean, I look at Suzie Wilson and I think she's pretty and all.  I really
like her long blond hair and big green eyes."

"And she's the only girl in school who's starting to get boobs," Bobby
interjected, but without the usual macho posturing.  It was a mere
observation.

"Yeah," Davey agreed.  "All the guys talk about how hot she is, and Mike
Crandall is always saying how he's going to do it to her and stuff.  But
I'll bet Crandall doesn't know any more about 'doing it' than anybody
else."

"Crandall's an asshole," Bobby said with obvious distaste.  "Just 'cause he
has a couple hairs on his dick he thinks he's a big deal.  He's got about
as much chance with Suzie as he does with, like, Demi Moore or somebody."

"She won't even sit with him in the lunchroom," Davey said, smiling now
that the conversation had turned to dissing Mike Crandall.  "Remember the
first day of school, when Suzie told him, 'Go away, you big jerk!'  That
was funny."

"Yeah, she's too busy sitting with Brad Howell every day."

At the mention of the name Davey's mind flashed back to the scene in the
showers, and this time it stayed.  His small cock began to stiffen,
pressing against the mattress below, and he realized with dismay that it
felt good. He'd never get it down with it feeling good under him.  He
thought of Brad and Suzie together, the handsome jock and the school
beauty, and felt a pang of envy.  But who did he envy?  Brad with his
perfect, straight life, or Suzie, who got to sit with him at lunch?

Davey's problem was that, while he couldn't relate at all to whatever Brad
saw in Suzie, he knew exactly what Suzie saw in Brad.  Davey often found
himself gazing across the classroom at the handsome, dark haired, soft
spoken athlete, vaguely longing to be closer to him and not fully
understanding why.  Then today in the showers things got even more
complicated.  He had to figure this out.

"Bobby," Davey began quietly, "If I tell you something do you promise not
to tell anybody?"

"Yeah, OK,"  Bobby said, appreciating his friend's serious tone.

"Really, swear to God?"

"Sure, I promise."

"OK," Davey said, licking his dry lips.  "I got a boner today in the
showers from - from looking at Brad."  The image formed in his mind again,
and he felt his stiff cock pulse against the bed.  He looked quickly into
Bobby's eyes for a clue, but all he saw was the same compassion and
friendship as before.  Davey decided he either trusted Bobby or he didn't,
so he might as well just spill everything.

"I, uh, play with it...sometimes," Davey stammered.  It had been a secret
so long it felt like a betrayal to say it out loud.  At the same time it
felt good to finally be honest with his best friend in the world.  He had
felt like a liar every time a jack-off insult came up and he joined in with
the crowd, pretending he looked down on people who do it.

"You mean like, jack off?" Bobby asked in a carefully non-threatening tone.

"Yeah.  I do it kind of a lot," Davey said sheepishly, still looking for
the slightest sign of disapproval from his friend.  "Like pretty much every
day."

Again Bobby didn't say anything, but Davey thought he saw the boy's lips
start to phrase a word, then stop.  Bobby looked frustrated and a little
scared. Davey decided to go on.

"And when I do it, these, like, pictures come into my head.  For some
reason the pictures are kind of exciting, you know, but I don't really know
what they are or what they mean."

Bobby finally spoke.  "Do you see people in the pictures?"

"Yeah, usually," Davey said.  Then, since he was going to be honest, added,
"Well, always."

Bobby cleared his throat nervously.  "Anybody you know?"

"I think so," Davey said.  "It's weird, because when I see their faces I
think I know them, but I don't know who it is.  But something tells me
they're guys I know."  Oops, Davey thought.  He didn't mean to let that
much out at once.

Bobby did not pounce on Davey's slip.  They were both silent for a while.

"If I tell you something will you keep it secret, too?" Bobby asked.

"Of course," Davey replied, seeing fear in his best friend's eyes.

"Well, you know, Brad and I are on the soccer team together, and one day
last week we were, like, fooling around after practice trying to steal the
ball from each other and we ended up on the ground all tangled up in each
other's legs and laughing and shit."

Like Brad, Bobby was another tall, lean drink of water, towering over Davey
by several inches though Davey was four months older.  He could easily see
the two team mates hanging out together, and felt an immediate pang of
jealousy.

"You know how loose those soccer shorts are on me.  Well, Brad's are just
as loose and we were kind of wrestling there and twisting around and all of
a sudden I realized I was looking right up the leg hole of his shorts, and
his underpants were kinda loose, too, and I could see a little bit of his
dick and balls right there a foot from my face!"

Davey's prick throbbed again as he pictured being in that position, his
face mere inches from Brad's sweaty, pungent genitals.  Another pang of
jealousy hit.  Davey came out of his vision and realized Bobby was no
longer talking. "So what happened?"

"Well," Bobby said slowly, "You're not the only one who gets boners, you
know."

"You got a boner wrestling with Brad?" Davey said excitedly.  This was
great news, because it had happened a week ago and nobody was calling Bobby
gay.

"Yeah, a big one," Bobby admitted.  He had always been proud of his
relatively big cock, even though it made it awfully difficult to conceal
having a boner. "Brad noticed it right away, and then he started to get
one, too!"

Davey's eyes glazed over as he imagined his friend and beautiful Brad
staring at the big lumps in each other's soccer shorts.  His own dick
lurched in his pants, and the old familiar ache bloomed again in his nuts.

"So what happened then?" Davey managed to ask.

"Nothing, really," Bobby said, anticlimactically.  "Now we're kind of
'boner buddies'.  Twice now we've snuck off somewhere private and just
pulled our pants down and let each other see our boners.  Man, you should
see that thing when it gets hard.  It must be six inches long."

"Wow," Davey breathed.  "Do you think he'd let me see?"

"For sure.  Brad has this thing about being looked at.  He likes it a lot,
and it makes him get sexy.  So now in the showers he pays attention to see
if anybody's looking at him, and he says lots of guys look at him every
day."

"Lots of guys?"

"Yeah," Bobby said.  "You and Chris and Chip and Mark - that's Mark
Trainor, not Mark Anderson - and a bunch of other guys.  And he says guys
on the soccer team look at him, too.  And most of the guys get at least a
semi-boner.  But Brad said you had the stiffest one he's ever seen in the
showers today, and he had to do exercises or he was gonna get a big ol'
boner himself any second!"

"Wow," Davey sighed again.  Knowing that the sight of his little hard cock
had gotten Brad Howell hot and bothered was an amazing turn on for him.  He
had to get somewhere and beat his aching meat.

Bobby smiled sheepishly and hesitantly asked, "Davey, do you, like, see
Brad in your jack off pictures?"

Davey didn't know whether to answer or not.  There was a raw eagerness in
Bobby's eyes, though, that made Davey take a chance on the truth.  "Yeah,
sometimes," he said, looking away from his friend.

Bobby's relief was obvious.  "Me too!" he said, grinning.  "In fact, I'm
just dying to do it right now!"

"You are?"

"Yeah, man!  My dick's been hard since before you got here."

Davey pondered, oh, every bit of half a second.  "OK, I will if you will."

"Well, I will if you will."

"So OK," Davey said, absolutely thrilled at the prospect of jacking off
with his best friend.  It had never even occurred to him that Bobby might
do it, too.  Davey always thought he made it up, though he did wonder how
so many other guys knew enough about it to make fun of it.

Bobby rolled over on his back, and Davey immediately saw the prominent lump
in his tight jeans.  It was definitely a whopper, and suddenly he couldn't
wait to see the cock he'd seen a million times before, only this time stiff
and ready.

"Let's take everything off," Davey said excitedly.  "You got to see me
naked with a boner today, so now I get to see you."

"OK, whatever," Bobby said impatiently.  "Only let's just get doin' it."

They grinned at each other delightedly and began peeling off their clothes.
Bobby was finished first, his clothes flung in all directions around the
room with its model airplanes and paraphernalia of every sport that could
be played with a ball.

Bobby flopped on his back crossways on the bed, his long stiff cock aiming
at the ceiling only a few degrees off of vertical, cheating back toward his
skinny belly a bit.  It was the first time Davey had seen his friend with a
hard on, and he had to admit Bobby was in the same ballpark with Brad.  If
Brad really had six inches, though, it would be no contest.  Bobby had a
good five, though, as slim as the rest of him.  Bobby's right hand gripped
that long hairless pole, and he was already stroking like mad.  It was
turning Davey on big time.

"Hey, wait for me!" Davey shouted, nearly falling on his ass as he pulled
the jeans and underwear off both feet at once.  In seconds he was nude, and
he clambered onto the bed alongside his best friend and immediately began
to tease a nipple and stroke his short cock.  He didn't close his eyes this
time, though, eagerly watching his friend perform the same ritual that had
long been a part of his life.

Bobby moved around on the bed a lot more than Davey did, possibly because
his hand had to travel a greater distance up and down that cock, requiring
more energy.  He squirmed over closer to Davey, and suddenly both boys were
aware of their hairless legs touching as they stroked.  The heat of another
boy's presence was wonderful, and they could feel the rhythm of each
other's strokes as well, further fueling their excitement.  Soon they were
stroking in unison, the whole bed shaking with their movements.  They
wiggled closer and closer until their hips and sides were touching, and
their legs were intertwined. Davey turned his head and there was Bobby's
pink nipple standing at firm attention only inches away.  In a moment of
sudden decision, Davey reached over and began to tweak and twirl the
rubbery nub.

"Oh, man!" Bobby exclaimed.  "Oh, Davey, that feels great!"

It thrilled Davey to know he had given his friend a charge of sexual
pleasure, and suddenly he wanted to give even more.  The image of Brad's
butt now only a hazy memory, Davey turned on his side and faced Bobby,
still pinching the boy's pointed nipple and watching him stroke his long,
hairless meat.  Davey scrambled to his knees on the bed, and Bobby looked
up at him in surprise. Suddenly something crystallized for Davey, and he
knew what to do next.

"Let me do it," he said gently, reaching between Bobby's legs.

"Huh?" was Bobby's surprised reply.

"I'll beat you off," Davey said, more calmly than he might have expected,
considering he was about to perform his first homosexual act.  Slowly Bobby
stopped his stroking, and hesitantly allowed his friend access.

Davey took the slim five inches of hot, hard boy cock in his small hand.
It was the first time either boy had experienced such a thing, and both
sucked in their breath in excitement.  Davey just held the throbbing member
for a minute, his heart pounding as the reality sank in of what he was
doing. Strangely, he wasn't scared, or embarrassed, or disappointed with
himself.  He was just being true to himself, and on some level he was proud
of that much, at least.

The cock felt a lot different from his own, and not just because it was
nearly twice as long.  While Davey had a short, thick shaft and a thicker
flaring head, Bobby had a long, slender shaft tipped with a small, blunt
head that never exceeded the girth of the shaft.  When Davey stroked his
own the taut skin had to stretch over the sensitive corona, which turned
out to be the point of maximum stimulation.  Bobby's corona made no bump at
all, and as Davey took the first slow strokes on his friend's cock it felt
weird to not meet that slight resistance.  Davey wondered where Bobby got
his maximum stimulation, so he could pleasure his best friend the best way
possible.

"Tell me what to do," Davey said softly, still slowly stroking the hot
flesh of his friend's throbbing prick.  "Tell me what you like."

"Oh, man, Davey!" Bobby said in a huskier, throatier voice than Davey had
ever heard from him.  "What you're doing is j-j-just fine!"  The tall boy
squirmed on the bed as his best friend's hand caressed his sensitive
member.  Davey decided to experiment and see what happens.

Bobby lay with his legs splayed wide, Davey sitting on his heels between
them. In this position his own stiff cock barely poked out of his foreskin,
but it remained bone hard nonetheless.  Bobby's long, slim arms were in
constant motion, first at his sides, then behind his head, then
outstretched as far as he could reach.  Finally he brushed a hand across
his narrow chest and encountered a pointy nipple, and remembered how it
felt when Davey had pinched and rubbed it.

"That's it, Bobby," Davey said, getting more and more into the scene as he
stroked his pal's cock.  "Play with them, like I did before."

Bobby obediently began to roll both nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers, increasing his squirming and moaning threefold.  "Oh, God!"
the boy exclaimed, arching his back and pushing his burgeoning staff up to
meet Davey's strokes.  "Faster, Dave!  Please!  Oh, man!"

Davey picked up the pace, stroking faster and faster until Bobby's silky
soft ball sack was flying up and down and slapping rhythm on the heel of
Davey's hand.  He could feel Bobby's dick pulsing in his hand, and he
suddenly realized it felt longer and thicker than when he had started.  It
felt like the most natural thing in the world to have his best friend's
penis in his hand, and he was glad he could bring the boy so much pleasure.
He wished he could give Bobby all the pleasure in the world.

Bobby's long, powerful legs came closed and squeezed around Davey's legs
and butt, and it felt good to increase the contact.  The tall boy threw his
head back, his long mane of mouse brown hair hanging off the edge of the
bed as Davey concentrated on finishing him off.  Bobby's eyes rolled back
in his head, he thrust his narrow hips into the air one last time, and
fired a dollop of clear, musky fluid two or three inches into the air,
which fell back onto his flat tummy and immediately began running off in
thin rivulets.

Davey was surprised and a little scared, but he was determined to keep
going until the end, for the most pleasure to his friend.  Bobby went rigid
again and another drop of the same semi-viscous stuff oozed out of his long
prick and dribbled down between Davey's flying fingers.  Davey continued to
stroke, massaging the hot, unfamiliar fluid into the skin of Bobby's cock,
as his friend slowly came down from his amazing peak.  Davey slowed his
strokes as he always did when beating his own meat, letting Bobby ride the
wave back down to ground zero until the boy seemed to melt into the
mattress in total relaxation.  With reluctance that surprised him, Davey
released the softening dick and let it flop wetly onto Bobby's belly. He
grinned down at his friend.

Bobby's big brown eyes fluttered open, shining with pure contentment, and
his smile was warmer than Davey had ever remembered it.  They were best
friends, and had always let their affection be known, but Davey had never
felt so close to him before.

"Man, Davey, that was great!"  Bobby sighed.  "Thanks, man.  But what
happened at the end?  Did I pee all over myself?"

Davey scooped up some of the now cooling, now sticky cum onto his finger
and held it out to Bobby.  "You shot, man!  You squirted that sperm stuff,
like they said in hygiene class."

Bobby sat bolt upright, a look of excitement spreading across his cute
face. "Really?  Cool!  That never happened before!"

"You never had an awesome jack-off artist like me do it to you before,"
Davey said with pride and delight in his friend's happiness.

"I never had anybody do it to me before," Bobby said.   He scooped up some
fluid on his own finger and examined it closely.  "It's cold, and kinda
yucky feeling," he said, sniffing the drop of semen on his fingertip and
rubbing it between his fingertips.

"It wasn't when it came out," Davey said.  "It was hot as hell, and all
slimy like snot!"

"Ewwwwwww!" both boys shrieked in unison, then broke up laughing.

"Oh, wow man," Bobby suddenly exclaimed, his look turning serious.  "You
didn't get yours yet.  You must have a humongous boner."

"Well..." Davey said, glancing down his compact body at the short, stiff
cock which strained skyward.  "I don't know about humongous, but it's hard
as a rock, that's for sure."  He hesitated a moment, then decided to add,
"It really turned me on to jack you off."

Bobby scooted over to make room on the bed.  "Lay down, and I'll do
something for you."

Davey eagerly took his place on his back, his smooth, strong legs wide
apart and his pink shaft angling up his flat belly.  Bobby lay on his
stomach next to Davey at a 90-degree angle to him.  He reached out and took
the short, hot prick in his hand without hesitation.  Davey sighed, loving
the very first touch of another human on his cock, and imagining how
wonderful this was going to be.

"Davey," Bobby said hesitantly.  "When you jack off and think about Brad
and other boys and stuff, what do you pretend you're doing to them?

"I don't pretend I'm doing anything to them," Davey said.  "They just sort
of dance around and let me see their dicks and butts and stuff."

"You never think about doing anything, you know, like gay stuff?"

"No, not so far," Davey said.  "But after tonight I'll bet I think about
beating you off."

"Really?" Bobby said, brightening.  "You can think about Brad or anybody
you want to, and you'll think about me?"

"Yeah," Davey said, suddenly knowing it was true.  "You're my best friend.
I'd rather think about you than anybody."

Bobby grew hesitant again, and finally softly said, "I already think about
you when I do it.  Ever since I started last spring."

Davey was flattered, even moved.  "Really?  That's neat."

"I don't think about beating you off, though," Bobby said, only slightly
above a whisper.

Davey was confused.  "What do you think about?"

The word was almost inaudible.  "This," Bobby breathed, and leaned down to
take the full length of Davey's rigid cock deep into his warm, wet mouth.

Davey gasped aloud in surprise and delight.  He felt as though he had been
suddenly swept into a wonderful new place, like he had stepped through the
gates into a land he'd only dreamed of.  He had heard of blow jobs, of
course, but he never thought it could feel this wonderful.  Actually, he
had never thought much about it at all, but Bobby obviously had.

"Oh, Bobby!  Oh, yeah!" Davey exclaimed, and with this encouragement his
friend made a low grunting sound in the back of his throat and began to
suck vigorously.  Davey felt Bobby's eager lips slide up and down the short
hard stiffness of his dick, and thrilled at the feel of the boy's slippery
tongue caressing his tender cockhead.  Bobby could easily take the entire
three-inch prick into his mouth, and Davey moaned with pleasure as his
friend's lips clamped around the very base of the tool and his rosy cheeks
hollowed with powerful suction.  Davey looked down and tried to see his own
hard cock buried so fully in his friend's wet mouth, but was disappointed
when all he could see was the back of Bobby's head.  When that head began
to pump up and down, though, the visual stimulation added to the incredible
sensations he was feeling in his ultra sensitive dick, and he felt his old
"fast track to orgasm" kick into overdrive.

"Oh, yeah, Bobby!" Davey heard himself moan.  "Oh yeah, suck it!"  He
didn't even know where those words had come from, but they seemed to spur
Bobby on. Davey felt Bobby's fingers on his soft, hairless balls, kneading
them and gently squeezing them, as the boy sucked the small cock for all he
was worth. Davey suddenly remembered his nipples, and reached for them
almost desperately.  They were as pointy as straight pins, and he pinched
them both hard.  He had been so horny from jacking Bobby off, and now he
could feel his release building, and he knew it would be only a few more
seconds.

Davey arched up to Bobby's pistoning face, and Bobby must have sensed his
friend's climax, as he suddenly took the straining cock to the hilt and
sucked furiously, gently but firmly squeezing both tiny balls.  Davey's
orgasm overtook him, and he grabbed the back of Bobby's head and bucked his
hips like a crazed animal.  He came long and strong, humping up against his
friend's face again and again, muttering, "Oh Bobby oh Bobby oh God!"
Finally the force of the orgasm began to subside, and Davey collapsed to
the bed in what felt like slow motion.  After a few more licks at the red
glans, Bobby released the still stiff young cock and gazed up at his friend
expectantly.

Davey swam back to consciousness, as if from the deep end of a pool.  His
eyes opened slowly and he met Bobby's gaze.

"Wow," was all Davey said, and both boys giggled softly.  Davey took
Bobby's hand and just held it sweetly, and Bobby looked like he was about
to cry with joy.  Bobby rolled onto his side next to Davey and took the
smaller boy in his long arms.  They held each other, smiling, for a long
time.  Bobby traced one long index finger through the film of sweat on
Davey's softly rounded chest.

"So," Bobby said, a slight worried look appearing in his eyes, "you don't,
like, hate me now or anything, do you?"

Davey's mouth fell open.  "Hate you?  Of course not.  Why would I?"

Bobby looked away.  "Well, 'cause I'm, like, queer and all."

"Oh, Bobby, I could never hate you.  You're my very best friend," Davey
said, brushing a shock of hair away from Bobby's eyes in an almost maternal
gesture. Then he surprised himself by saying, "I love you."  Both boys
looked at each other wide-eyed.

"You do?" said Bobby.

Davey paused a few seconds while this self-revelation sank in.  "I'll be
damned," he said.  "I do.  I really do."

"Oh Davey," Bobby squealed almost girlishly, hugging the boy tightly.  "I
love you, too! I always have and I always will!"

They stared into each other's eyes happily for long seconds.  Then as if on
cue, their faces drifted together and they kissed full on the lips.  It
didn't seem the slightest bit out of the ordinary, though neither boy had
ever kissed another boy before.  Bobby had never even kissed his father on
the mouth, though Davey came from a long line of mouth kissers.  They broke
the kiss and regarded each other silently, both knowing a momentous
decision had been made that evening.

Bobby was fondling Davey's short stiff poker, and as Davey reached for
Bobby's long cock he happened to notice the alarm clock on the night stand.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, leaping from the bed.

"What! What!" Bobby cried, looking around in terror.

"It's ten to nine!  I'm gonna get killed!" Davey yelled, grabbing hurriedly
for his clothes.

"Oh, Christ, Davey, you scared me," Bobby said, slumping back to the bed.
"I thought my parents were home or something."

Davey struggled into his jeans.  "Well mine ARE home, and if I'm late I'm
gonna get grounded."  He pulled the stiff new denim up and fumbled with the
button, then noticed his underwear still hanging from the desk lamp where
they had been flung.  His cock had gone limp in his terror, but the
sensitive head was already rubbing against the rough cloth as he moved and
he knew it would be rubbed raw by the time he ran the five blocks home.  Oh
well, he thought, fuck it.

Bobby just lay there, idly stroking his big hard cock, watching his friend
struggle into his t-shirt.

"And if I get grounded," Davey finished, "You have to wait a whole week for
YOUR first blow job."

Bobby stopped in mid-stroke, stunned.  "Go, go, go!" he yelled.  "C'mon,
man, haul ass!"  Davey pulled on his gym shoes already tied, and the boys
bounded down the stairs, Bobby still buck naked.  They dashed through the
kitchen toward the back door.

"You got your bike?" Bobby asked.

"No, man, it's still got a flat."

Bobby threw up his hands.  "When the hell are you gonna fix that thing?"

"When I can afford a new inner tube, OK?"  Davey said, exasperated.

Bobby punched the button to raise the garage door.  "Take mine.  I'll get
it tomorrow."

Davey smiled at his friend...at his lover.  "Thanks," he said, and leaned
up to the taller boy and pecked him a quick kiss on the cheek.  He was a
bit self-conscious kissing Bobby goodbye, not like mere minutes ago,
kissing him in the throes of sexual passion.  Still, he sort of wanted to.
Bobby blushed a little at the kiss, but smiled.  Davey ran into the garage
and emerged seconds later standing on the pedals and riding for all he was
worth.  "See ya at school tomorrow!" Davey called over his shoulder.

Bobby stepped down the back porch and called after him, "Take the alley
behind Stein's house!  It's faster!"  He stood there a moment watching
Davey disappear into the darkness before realizing he was standing on the
driveway stark naked. "Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, and darted back into the
house.

When Davey darted through his own kitchen door the wall clock said exactly
17 seconds before nine.


Davey & Bobby (Chapter Three) 
by Gamin Paramour

The wind felt cool on Davey's face as he pedaled Bobby's ten-speed toward
school.  It was a good thing, too, because he needed some cooling off.
After the previous evening at Bobby's house he had hardly slept all night,
and just couldn't seem to keep his hand out of his Power Rangers pajama
bottoms.  By 3am or so he had finally collapsed in exhaustion, his little
dick sore and puffy from the hours of relentless stroking it had been
subjected to.  Even now he felt it semi-stiff in his jeans, the heavy cloth
tightening and loosening across its abused little head with every pump of
his strong young legs.  He was trying hard to keep his mind on other
things, knowing his poor little friend needed a rest, but every few seconds
he would remember Bobby's soft, warm lips clamped around his cock and it
would swell anew, sending a shock of excitement through him.

He pretty much had his thoughts under control by the time he whipped the
sleek racer around the end of the backstop and across the concrete
playground behind the school. There was someone there, and as Davey drew
closer he recognized his friend...his lover...leaning his slim heinie
against the bike rack.  His heart fluttered just at the sight of the boy.

Davey aimed the bike directly at Bobby, and waited until the last possible
second before squeezing on the hand brakes with all his strength.  The moan
of the straining brakes reminded Davey of the Hound of the Baskervilles in
an old movie, and he grinned at Bobby as the front tire stopped only inches
from the boy's Nike Airs.  Bobby, for his part, had refused to "chicken",
and calmly smiled back at his friend.

"You're pretty reckless with MY bike, aren't you?" Bobby said teasingly.

Davey hopped off and rolled the bike into the rack.  "Well, last night YOU
were pretty reckless with MY dick!"

Bobby spun around quickly and looked alarmedly in all directions.  "Jesus,
Davey! Not so loud, huh?"

"Oh, relax," Davey said, snapping shut the bike lock and starting toward
the building. They each knew the other's bike combination.  "Nobody heard.
Besides, even if they did guys say stuff like that all the time."

Bobby calmed down a little, picked up his book bag and fell into step
beside Davey.  "Yeah, I guess so."

"Sure," Davey said confidently.  "Just act like it's a joke and nobody will
think anything of it."

"Well, just don't say anything and I won't have to act like it's a joke."

Davey considered for a moment.  "Yeah, OK.  I guess you're right."

They walked a few  steps in silence. "You make it home in time?" Bobby
asked.

"Yep, 17 seconds to spare."

"Cool."

Bobby lowered his voice conspiratorially and grinned at Davey.  "Get any
sleep last night?"

"Not much," Davey grinned back.  "I don't think it ever went limp once all
night!"

"Me either," Bobby said.  "My arm is so tired I'll be lucky if I can hold a
pencil today."

"I'm lucky I mostly stroke with my left hand," Davey laughed.

"Yeah," Bobby said, swinging into a TV sports announcer voice.  "Next up,
the second baseman Davey Peters.  Bats right, jacks left."

Davey laughed, admiring his tall, handsome best friend as they joined the
line of kids waiting to file into the school.  They'd have to spend the day
pretending nothing was different since yesterday, but Davey was acutely
aware that everything had changed.  Or had it, really?  Bobby had been his
instant best friend the day they met in day care at age four, and except
for family vacations hardly a day had gone by since then that they didn't
see each other. They'd fought, of course, as kids do, but it was never
serious and usually within hours they were romping again, inseparable
friends.  Davey had to admit his affection for Bobby had always been
strong, that he'd probably been in love for years and just didn't know what
to call it.  But something new was added to the equation last evening.

As Bobby climbed the schoolhouse steps ahead of him and his slim, muscular
ass encased in skin tight Dockers came to eye level, Davey realized the new
element was lust, though he didn't have a word for it.  He had been
sexually aware for a couple of years, but only yesterday his vague
yearnings had coalesced into real, specific desires. He watched Bobby's ass
muscles ripple under the cloth and felt his own little pecker begin to
twitch and inflate in his pants. Suddenly his mind was filled with the
image of his nude lover, that long thin cock stretching its five inches
skyward, and he imagined himself leaning closer and closer until its
throbbing pink head was all he could see. He felt his mouth opening,
watering in anticipation of his first taste of hot, hard prick he now knew
he wanted so badly.  He reached out with his tongue to caress its fleshy
stiffness and...

Davey's face bounced off of Bobby's butt as the crowd stopped short, and he
nearly fell backwards down the steps.  Whoops of laughter arose from the
kids behind him, and Davey felt the heat of blush rising in his face.

"Gee, Davey," Bobby said, turning to see what had happened.  "When I said
'kiss my ass' I didn't really mean it!"

More laughter erupted, and Davey was a trifle hurt for a moment, but
Bobby's warm smile and barely perceptible wink were worth the slight
embarrassment. Besides, as he had said himself, treat it like a joke and
nobody will think anything of it.  His dick was still rock hard, though,
and he still desperately wanted Bobby's cock in his mouth.  This would be
another frustrating day.

Davey dropped the book bag into his hall locker and glanced over just in
time to notice Brad Howell walking with Suzie, carrying her books.  The
tall boy wore short blue jean cutoffs, showing off those long, long
athletic legs to great advantage.  It was a hot late September day, and
Davey wished he had worn shorts, too.  It suddenly occurred to him that the
weather was not usually his first thought upon seeing Brad, especially in
such revealing clothes.  Was it just yesterday he had been so incredibly
hot for Brad that he could think of nothing but his beautiful young body?
Now he dreamed only of Bobby, he thought, but even as that thought formed
he remembered Brad's pink asshole winking at him as he did exercises in the
locker room, and Bobby's face and cock in his mind quickly transformed into
Brad's.  Davey shook his head violently, as if trying to physically
dislodge the images from his brain. It was all so confusing!  Then it got
even more complicated.  As Davey watched Brad and Suzie turn the corner out
of sight, Brad looked directly at him over Suzie's shoulder, made
deliberate eye contact, and smiled.

It was the first time Davey ever remembered Brad smiling at him, or
initiating any contact at all, for that matter.  Oh, they knew each other
as classmates and occasional gym class teammates for dodge ball or some
such, but they weren't really friends.  Could this mean Brad wanted to be
closer?  Or was it just that Brad liked being looked at, and he knew Davey
was checking him out in his little cutoffs?  As he slammed his locker and
headed off to class Davey again gave thanks that his little boner didn't
make much of a noticeable bulge in his pants.  He had a feeling he'd be
hard all day again.

Davey kept glancing over at Brad the first hour of school, but the tall boy
never seemed to be glancing back.  During Current Events Brad stood before
the class and read a newspaper article he had clipped, and once looked
Davey's way but there was nothing special in his look.  After awhile Davey
began to question his own memory of this morning's smile.  Perhaps it
hadn't really happened, he thought, or maybe Brad had been smiling at
someone else. Sometime during Social Studies he realized with relief that
his dick had gone soft.

But what goes down must come up.  Eleven o'clock brought gym class, and
once again Davey was faced with the prospect of showering with Brad and the
others. The very thought made him bone hard while walking to the gym.  He
somehow managed to conceal it while putting on his gym clothes, but the
slightly tight blue shorts were not as forgiving as his jeans and his stiff
cock made a small but discernable bulge.  He had tried to convince his
mother to buy him new gym shorts for this year, but she had insisted he
could get another year out of these, and why did he think she had bought
them so big last year, and money doesn't grow on trees, young man, and on
and on until he had given up.

As the boys made their way to the playing field Davey stopped off quickly
in the washroom to see if he could adjust himself any better.  He stood at
the urinal, pretending to piss, bending his hard rod up against his belly
and trying to hold it there with the elastic of his underpants.  He wished
he had listened to the coach and gotten a jock strap.  Suddenly a tall
figure stepped up to the next urinal. It was Brad.

The tall boy looked Davey in the eyes and smiled.  No mistaking it this
time. He whispered conspiratorialy, "Look at this," and lowered the front
of his shorts to reveal the magnificent six-inch cock Davey had until now
only heard and dreamed about.  It appeared fully erect, angling up Brad's
thin belly and almost reaching his navel.  It was slim, like Bobby's, but
had a mushroom shaped head that was considerably larger than the shaft,
giving the hairless tool the impression of even greater thickness and
power.  Davey had never seen a cock that big on anyone who didn't have
hair, and Davey found himself gazing in awe.

"Lemme see yours," Brad whispered, glancing over his shoulder to be sure
the coast remained clear.  Davey obediently lowered the front of his
shorts, allowing his short hard prong to spring forth.  Brad giggled softly
and whispered, "Man, my dick really turns you on, doesn't it?"  Davey could
only nod, eyes still locked on the huge prick.  "Come to my house after
school and you can look at it for a long time," Brad said, reluctantly
tucking the long dong into the camouflage of his baggy shorts and flushing
the urinal for effect.

"I can't," Davey whispered with real regret.  "My Mom makes me do homework
right up until dinner.  How about after dinner?"

"Are you crazy?  My parents will be home then.  Well, maybe we'll figure
something out," Brad said softly.  He smiled again and stepped out of the
washroom.

Davey just stood there a moment, his stiff young cock jutting toward the
urinal.  He wanted to wank it so badly he could hardly stand it, but he was
so late already for gym class he didn't dare.  The Coach was famous for
keeping kids after school, running them ragged and making them do burpees
until they drop.  And you'd better not call them "burpees", either. They
were "squat thrusts" when the Coach was in earshot.  Davey had never yet
fallen victim to the Coach's detention, and he planned to keep it that way.
He did his best to arrange his dick, but ended up with a bulge anyway, and
hurried out to the field.

"Peters!" bellowed the deep voice belonging to Coach Matthews.  Davey
stopped in his tracks and turned sheepishly to face the muscular teacher.

"Why is it every boy in this class managed to get here on time except you,
Peters?"

"I was in the bathroom, Coach," Davey said, a bit of pleading in his voice.
"I was dressed on time, honest.  But I had to go to the bathroom."

The Coach stared down at the little offender, hands on his hips.  Muscles
rippled all over the man, but not like a powerlifter, not an Arnold
Schwarzenegger.  He was lean and toned, but not bulked up.  Everyone knew
his story.  It was the stuff of local legend.  A top-ranked minor league
outfielder with a .346 average and a cannon for an arm, Denny Matthews
seemed a sure thing for the big leagues just six years ago.  But then a
collision on the basepaths resulted in a "blown knee", which all the
doctors said would never stand up to the rigors of professional baseball.
He worked himself back into prime shape and swore he never had any further
knee pain, yet no team would touch him. The word on him was "damaged goods"
and nobody wanted to hear otherwise.  He went back to college, got his
degree in Exercise Physiology, came back to his home town and took a job as
a PE instructor at a suburban grade school.  Nobody wondered why he was
bitter.

"Go potty on your own time," Coach Matthews said gravely.  "That's an hour
of detention, Peters."

Davey's jaw dropped, and the "Aw, Coach," wasn't even out of his mouth yet
when he heard another voice.

"He really was in the bathroom, Coach," Brad said.  "I saw him there.  I
just got out faster than he did."

The Coach turned the flinty stare to his soccer/basketball/track star. "You
want a piece of this, Howell?  I can have two for detention just as easy as
one."

The tall boy looked at the ground.  "No, sir."

"I've got a staff meeting today, so report to the gym after school
tomorrow," the Coach said to Davey.  "All right, ladies," he bellowed,
"line up for calisthenics."

As Davey passed the coach to line up, the man surprised him by laying a
hand gently on his shoulder.  "Take your punishment like a man, son.  It's
nothing personal."

Brad motioned Davey over next to him in line, which was the first time he
had ever done that, and again smiled at him.  During the jumping jacks
while the Coach was turned away Davey said softly to Brad, "Thanks for
trying to help me back there."

Brad smiled back at him.  "What're friends for?"

Friends, Davey thought.  What a strange day.

Throughout gym class Brad remained uncharacteristically friendly, and by
the end it had rubbed off on Brad's other jock friends as well.  Suddenly
Davey found himself the darling of the jock set, even though he wasn't
entirely sure why.  Still, these guys seemed pretty cool, if not as smart
as the crowd he was used to, and there were some great looking boys.  Davey
made a point of catching up to Bobby and some of his "old" friends on the
way in to the showers, making sure they knew he wasn't blowing them off.
This jock thing might not last, and he didn't want to end up with nobody to
be friends with.

As he stepped into the locker room Davey was acutely aware that he was
facing the acid test.  The jocks were paying so much attention to him today
if he got a hard on in the showers somebody was sure to notice, and then
he'd be the butt of fag jokes for weeks to come.  He steeled himself for
the onslaught, deciding to keep his mind on other things no matter what he
saw. Multiplication tables, his lines from last year's Christmas play, the
damn jumprope rhymes his little sister incessantly prattles.  Anything to
keep his mind occupied and off of the beautiful naked boyflesh he was about
to see. And definitely off Brad and the memory of that long boner jutting
out of his shorts in the bathroom.  Even thinking about NOT thinking about
it made his little cock twitch.  His mind raced:  Two times two is four
goddammit, three times three is nine, four times four is sixteen...

Another strategy would be to hurry and get the hell out of there, Davey
decided.  He stripped out of his gym clothes quickly, glancing down with
relief at his tiny, flaccid dick.  He was still chanting multiplication
tables in his head as he swung his locker closed and turned toward the
showers.

Eight times eight is holy shit!  Look at Chip Stanson, standing there with
at least half a boner!  Man, he's staring right at Freddy Kostecki's dick!
Wasn't Chip one of the guys Brad says looks at guys every day?  That's what
Bobby said.  Sixty-four.  Yeah.  Eight times eight is sixty-four.  Nine
times nine is seventy-oh my God!  Tommy Carlisle is gorgeous!  Jeez, why
does he have to stand like that under the shower?  Head back, eyes closed,
legs wide open with the water running down his smooth, strong chest and
across his belly, pouring off the end of his three inch soft uncut cock in
a stream, like one of those fountains with the bronze boy pissing.  Christ,
I'm gonna get a boner! Seventy-two!  Nine times nine is seventy-two.  Ten
times ten is one hundred. Eleven times elev...

Davey stopped in his tracks.  Brad had his back to Davey, but soon turned
to reveal that now familiar four-inch hang and the loose ball sack swinging
below. Eleven times eleven forgotten, Davey stared as Brad calmly soaped
his long, slim torso, putting on a show for Davey and the other boys he
knew were watching. Who were they again?  Chris Duncan, Bobby had said, and
Mark Trainor, Chip Stanson, and now Davey Peters.  He wasn't sure he liked
being on that list. How many others had Brad told besides Bobby?

It was all going so fast.  Just yesterday he had been the only one who knew
he liked boys, and even he hadn't been entirely sure.  Now he had a lover,
and God knows how many people knew that the sight of Brad Howell's body
turned him on.  It's not a huge leap of logic to go from "peeking in the
showers" to "fag", yet no one had said a word, not about him nor about
Mark, Chris or Chip, and in fact the jocks were treating Davey like one of
their own.  Brad apparently had enough pull with the boys to suppress the
fag jokes in order to play his exhibitionist game.  Or could it really be
possible that no one had noticed?

Brad glanced around slyly and made eye contact with Davey, flashing his
handsome smile for half a second.  He ran a handful of liquid soap across
his chest, making his boyish muscles glisten like an oiled bodybuilder.
His nipples were pointedly erect, and he casually fingered one as he passed
a hand by it.  The tall beauty took another fresh handful of soap and
lathered it between his hands, then placed both palms against his flat
belly just below the navel and began to slide the sudsy goo toward his
crotch.  Davey glanced nervously at the other boys on the Peekers List, and
saw that they were all as entranced by Brad's show has he was.  He looked
back just in time to see Brad's lathered hands reach the long, soft cock
that was the show's star attraction, and begin to envelope it in suds.

Davey felt his own small prick begin to inflate, and he knew he had no hope
of stopping it. It climbed steadily, rising in pulses with every heartbeat
until it stood out full and firm.  Brad nodded to Chris and Mark, who both
turned and admired Davey's hard little cock, smiling somewhat wickedly at
him. Davey couldn't tear his gaze off of the beautiful athlete, shimmering
in the silvery bubbles like some politician's thousand points of light.
Somehow Brad kept himself from getting hard, through sheer force of will
apparently, but Davey vividly remembered the scene in the washroom, and
knew what he really wanted was to suck that gorgeous cock.  He wanted to
return the pleasure Bobby had given him, of course, but he now knew it was
much more than that for him.  He was coming to realize that he wanted to
suck every cock he saw. Brad's magnificent member would be every
cocksucker's dream, but Davey lusted after Mark's average pecker, too, and
even Chip's, which was nearly as small as his own. Chris's short, fat cock
looked like a taste treat to him, too, and he longed to peel back the
foreskin from Tommy Carlisle's little eel of a dick and see what that
sweet, pink little cockhead looks like.

He wished he could kneel down right in this shower room and have every
single one of these kids come by one by one and feed him their hard cocks.
He'd suck them all, from the tiniest to the hugest; from little Stevie
Renfro who was the youngest and smallest in the sixth grade and probably
wouldn't have any jism to shoot until high school, right on up to Mike
Crandall, the oldest kid in the school with enough hair around his thick
five-inch dick to shoot gobs of creamy cum right down Davey's throat!  He
wanted to taste sperm.  He could hardly wait for tonight when he would blow
the shit out of Bobby and make him shoot his hot stuff into his mouth!
God, he was horny!

A dark mass moved in Davey's peripheral vision and suddenly Brad's eyes
grew wide and he spun back to the shower, all business once again as he
quickly rinsed the suds from his lean frame.  Chris and Mark were suddenly
gone, and boys were scattering like chickens with a dog in the yard.  Davey
turned slowly and for the second time in less than an hour faced the sour
countenance of Coach Matthews.

The man wasn't exactly frowning, but he sure wasn't smiling either.  His
eyes locked with Davey's for a second, then traveled down his small body.
Well, halfway down, anyway.  There was no possibility that he hadn't
noticed the short stiff penis jutting out like the bowsprit of the Cutty
Sark.   Davey's heart pounded like a piledriver, and the blood grew so loud
in his ears he almost didn't hear the Coach when he finally spoke.

"C'mon, boys," the Coach said softly, even gently.  "Let's hurry it up in
here."  With that the big man turned and quickly made his exit.

Davey hadn't even showered yet, but he set a record drying, dressing and
getting the hell out of there.


Davey & Bobby (Chapter Four) 
by Gamin Paramour

"Davey, stop bouncing your leg under the table," his father commanded, in
his 'last warning' voice.  "You'll spill the drinks."

The boy willed his leg still, and avoided his Dad's eyes.  He poked a
broccoli stalk with his fork and wished for the moment to pass.

Davey was silent throughout dinner as he tried to come up with a way to
tell his parents he had detention.  It was not going well.  But he needed
to get past this, then somehow get permission to go to Bobby's house.  He
couldn't even conceive of missing his date with Bobby.  It had taken him so
long to realize what he wanted, and now that he knew he couldn't possibly
be expected to wait.

His folks would kill him if he didn't mention his detention until he got
home from Bobby's, but if he told them now he might get grounded.  It was a
dilemma, all right, and now with the dishes washed, dried and put away he
still had no better answer than to simply wade into it.

"Mom, Dad," he began nervously, standing head down beside his father's big
recliner.  "I have to tell you something."

Dad folded the newspaper in his lap and regarded Davey expectantly.

"I sort of got in trouble at school today," he said reluctantly.  "It
wasn't my fault," he added quickly.  "I can't believe Coach gave me
detention over this."

"Start at the beginning, son," Dad said evenly, but with a stern look in
his eye.

Davey figited a little, then said, "I got to gym class right on time and
changed into my gym clothes, but then I had to go to the bathroom real bad
so I did, but then when I got outside the Coach said I was late and gave me
detention."

"Did you tell him you were in the bathroom?" asked Mom.

"Yes, and so did this other kid who saw me there.  But Coach Matthews said,
'Go potty on your own time,' and gave me an hour detention after school
tomorrow."

Dad looked at him seriously.  "Did you do or say anything else to make the
Coach mad?  The truth, now."

"No, Dad, honest.  I only said one thing, that I was in the bathroom."

"Well," the man said, leaning back comfortably in the recliner.  "I think
you got kind of a raw deal.  But next time you'll make sure you're on time,
won't you?"

"I sure will," said Davey, relaxing visibly.

"I may not agree with the Coach's actions, but I don't think this is
something to make a fuss about.  Sometimes in this life, son, it's better
to just take the unfair punishment like a man and get it over with, rather
than start a big deal over nothing.  This is one of those times.  And maybe
next time the Coach has to deal with you he'll remember you as a stand-up
guy and not a whiney little kid, and that could work in your favor."

"Yes sir, I know," Davey said.  "I wasn't going to make a fuss.  I just
didn't want you to be mad."

"You can stop worrying," Dad said, mussing his son's hair.

"Thanks, Dad," Davey said, grinning.  "So then can I go over to Bobby's
house?"

"Now?" Mom said.  "It's seven o'clock already."

"Please, Mom?"

"OK," she said in an 'It's your funeral' tone, completely unbelieving that
anybody would want to go out of the house as late as seven o'clock.  "Be
home by nine."

"Cool!" Davey said too loud, already halfway to the door.

He ran most of the way to Bobby's.  He couldn't wait to get up to the
bedroom and finally feel Bobby's hard cock in his mouth.  He leaped up the
back porch steps and knocked loudly, out of breath but excited.

His heart fell when Bobby's mother opened the door.  He forgot all about
Bobby's parents.  Davey didn't know if he had the guts to blow Bobby with
his parents downstairs. He'd never be able to relax and enjoy it.

"Hi, Dave," Bobby called, striding across the kitchen toward the door.
"We'll just be out in the yard, Mom, or maybe across the street in the
park."

"OK," she said cheerfully.  "Stick close when it gets dark."

"OK, Mom," Bobby called as the screen door slammed behind him.

"Where are we goin'?" Davey asked, hurrying along to keep up with Bobby's
long strides.

"I don't know," Bobby said.  "But I can't do it with my parents in the
house, I know that."

"Yeah," Davey said.  "Me neither."  Then he had a thought.  "Hey, Bobby,
let's go over to the Watson Place."

"What for?"

"There's a good place where we can, you know," Davey said as softly as he
could at that pace of walking.

"But it's just, like, an open field," Bobby objected.

"I know a spot that's really private.  C'mon.  It'll be great."

"OK, I guess."  Bobby was no less reluctant, but slowed his pace to let
Davey take the lead.

Davey easily found the hole in the fence and led his friend through the
weeds to his little beatoff grotto.  It was fairly dark and getting darker,
but they could still see.

"Oh, let's hurry, man," Bobby said anxiously.  "I've had a boner for hours
waiting for this!"

"Yeah, hurry up and get your clothes off," Davey urged.

Within seconds the tall boy had peeled off his shirt and pushed his pants
and underwear to his ankles.  Neither moved for a moment, both staring at
Bobby's stiff young prick, contemplating what they had both anxiously
awaited all day.

"Lay down, Bobby," Davey said.  "I've gotta do it to you before I chicken
out."  The nervousness of an irrevocable decision was building up as he
considered what he was about to do.  He knew he was gay.  That part he was
already getting used to.  But somehow until he actually sucked a dick he
felt he could still back out, still be what everybody said he should be.
But as he positioned himself over Bobby's reclining form and drew closer
and closer to that hot, pulsing tower of rigid boyflesh he knew he would
not chicken out. He wanted this far too much.

Davey lay on his stomach at a ninety degree angle to Bobby, just as Bobby
had with him the evening before.  He wasn't entirely comfortable in this
position, but this is how Bobby had done it so he thought it must be how
it's done.  He took the stiff tool into his hand as he had before and again
marvelled at how it was both hard and soft at the same time, and at the
tremendous heat it gave off.  He stroked it a few times and Bobby moaned
his pleasure.  Davey looked up and saw the excitement in his friend's face
and suddenly knew it was time. He lowered his head to the small pink
dickhead and paused with his lips close enough to feel the heat.

With a finger and thumb at the hairless base, Davey bent the big cock up
away from Bobby's soft belly and took the cockhead between his wet lips.
It wasn't what he expected.  In fact he didn't know what he expected, but
this wasn't it.  After five seconds of getting used to it, Davey brought
his tongue forward and bathed the small tip of the dick with saliva, really
tasting the cock for the first time.  It tasted like any other skin, bland
and a bit salty, but it had a slightly musky flavor also, as if to remind
him this was a penis in his mouth.  Bobby moaned louder and pushed his hips
up slightly, forcing another quarter inch into his friend's mouth, and
Davey realized how much pleasure he was giving.  He didn't mind the taste
and feel of the cock in his mouth, and he liked the idea of making Bobby
moan with delight.

Davey swirled his tongue around the head of Bobby's cock, eliciting another
moan from the boy.  He dipped his head and took about half the five-inch
length into his mouth and clamped his lips around the shaft, sucking
firmly. He was getting to like this more and more.  It was very exciting to
think that this was a penis in his mouth at last, and it felt like he had
wanted this for years even though he had just identified the desire
yesterday.  Somehow he knew this is what he had really wanted ever since he
started thinking about boys.  Jacking off was nice, and getting blown was
great, but sucking cock was the ultimate, and he was finally there.

With his left hand Davey began exploring Bobby's balls, fondling them
singly and together, gently hefting their weight in the silken bag.  His
right hand lay flat on Bobby's belly, also registering his soft smoothness.
Suddenly he wanted more of the cock, and he pushed his head down steadily
until the sensitive cockhead nudged the back of his throat, at which Bobby
shuddered with pleasure.  Davey hadn't been long enough to touch the back
of Bobby's throat, but there was still an inch left of Bobby's cock when
Davey's mouth was full.  He could breathe easily through his nose, and so
he held the hot, hard appendage at that depth for a long time while he
drank in the sensations. He couldn't pleasure the cock with his tongue in
this position, so finally he pulled back, suctioning the dick strongly as
its saliva slicked length slid out between his pursed lips.  Bobby said
something Davey didn't really hear, and Davey felt hands on his neck and
shoulder, affectionately stroking his skin.

Davey ran his tongue across Bobby's turgid flesh from every possible angle,
tasting it, twirling it, sucking it gently.  Its musky goodness was
intoxicating.  He pushed his lips back down the shaft and as he approached
maximum depth again he was frustrated that he couldn't fit it all in.  He
wanted it all, and as the dickhead lodged at the back of his small mouth he
resolved to try.

Getting to his knees somehow without taking his hands off Bobby's soft
balls and belly, Davey raised his body until his throat lined up with the
angle of Bobby's cock.  He could feel it loosening around the dickhead, and
knew he could go down further.  He was more or less upside-down relative to
Bobby's body, in what he didn't yet know was called the 69 position.  He
took a deep breath through his nose and forced himself down to the hilt.

He was surprised at how easily he could suppress his gag reflex as the long
thin prod pushed into his throat.  Soon his upper lip touched Bobby's soft
scrotum and his chin pressed against the tender pubes.  It was an amazing
feeling of engulfing his lover, of possessing him fully.  There was no more
cock to take; Davey had it all, and he was excited, pleased and proud.

"Oh, man!" Bobby moaned as his sensitive dickhead poked into Davey's
smooth, warm throat.  "How can you do that?  Oh, yeah, take it deep like
that."

But Davey was running out of breath and had to pull back.  He let the dick
slide out about halfway, took a good nosefull of air and plunged back down,
again engulfing the cock.  Bobby grabbed the back of his head and held him
down tightly, and Davey moaned around the thin pole with his own pleasure.
He loved being crushed to Bobby's crotch, the sensation of practically
melding with Bobby's soft warm flesh, and feeling the tip of the cock push
perhaps yet another eighth of an inch into his throat.  He knew he'd run
out of air soon, but for a few seconds he was in heaven.

When his lungs began to complain Davey pushed back against Bobby's grip,
and when Bobby didn't let go right away Davey's struggles caused his throat
to undulate against the invading cockhead.  This gave Bobby the best
feeling yet, and if anything he tightened his hold on Davey's head.
Davey's muffled protests finally reached the boy's consciousness, though,
and he let his lover up for air.

Davey pulled all the way off, but never released the hairless balls.  "Hey,
man!" he gasped.  "How about letting a guy breathe once in awhile, huh?"

"Oh shit, sorry Davey," Bobby said, genuinely remorseful.  "Are you gonna
stop now?"

"Hell no!" Davey grinned, hungrily diving back down on the long, hard cock.
A bit wary now of deep throating, he settled at a comfortable depth where
he could run his tongue all over the cock and proceeded to suck in earnest.
He tried to remember what Bobby had done to him that felt so good, and soon
had an up and down rhythm going with his lips, accompanied by a steady
suction and occasionally pulling all the way back to tongue bathe the tip
again.  Bobby's hands were in Davey's hair again, but not pushing this
time, only swirling through it.  He writhed on the ground, humping up to
Davey sometimes but mostly grinding his hips in a circular motion.  One
hand left Davey's head and, though Davey couldn't see it, began tweaking
and twirling one of his own pointed nipples.  Bobby had been ready all day,
and now he felt the pressure building quickly.

Davey felt the tension in his friend and knew it wouldn't be long.  He
debated going all the way down for the end, but decided he wanted to taste
it his very first time.  He moved his hand from the soft balls to the hard
cock shaft and began stroking it with two fingers as he sucked and slurped
the tip.  Bobby bucked a few times and growled from deep in his throat, and
then Davey felt the hot spray of Bobby's thin cream as it spurted onto his
tongue.  He relished its slimy consistency and its salty, musky flavor.  It
tasted just like the dick itself, only fifty times stronger.  And this was
thin, runny, immature semen with virtually no sperm in it at all.  Davey
found himself wondering how the thick cream of an older boy would taste.

Bobby thrashed against the ground as Davey rode his orgasm out.  There
would be no more jism, but Bobby was still in ecstasy.  Davey felt Bobby's
urethra pulse as the boy strained in vain to shoot some more cum.  The
whole cock jerked in his mouth, and Davey succumbed to the desire to go
down all the way. He slipped the spasming cockhead into his throat one more
time as Bobby finished his orgasm, and by the time it was done Davey was in
need of oxygen and pulled up and off.

Bobby was drained, and lay there in a heap breathing heavily.  Davey was
exhilerated.  He had sucked off his friend, and he loved every inch of it!
Somehow he knew this was only the first of many blowjobs he would give.
Already he was imagining Brad's extra inch sliding down his throat, and
hoping he could accomodate the thicker cockhead.  He was so horny he had to
flip over and bring himself off.  He tore his pants open and down and
stroked his pounding cock furiously.  At the moment of his tremendous
orgasm he couldn't tell whose cock he imagined he was sucking, Bobby's or
Brad's.

Davey collapsed against his lover, and the two of them lay there panting
with their exertions.  Bobby's hot sweat felt good on Davey's back, and he
felt behind him and confirmed that Bobby was erect again, perhaps never
having lost it.  Davey hadn't seen his friend's dick soft since they
started this wonderful sex play.  Bobby's arm came over Davey's shoulder
and hugged him close, and he felt a soft kiss on his back.

"Did I do good, Bobby?" Davey asked softly.

"Oh, man!" Bobby said.  "That was the best thing ever!  And I thought
jackin' off was fun!"

Davey smiled broadly.  It made him feel good all over to know he had given
Bobby so much pleasure.  A strange thought occurred to him, and it was out
of his mouth before he thought about it.

"If I was a girl," Davey said slowly, "I'd want to be your girlfriend."

"What do you mean?" Bobby asked with surprise.  "You wish you were a girl?"

Davey made a face.  "Yuk, no.  I like being a boy.  I just mean, if I WAS a
girl then I'd want to be your girlfriend."

"You mean like go steady and shit?  Go out on dates and go to dances and
stuff?

Davey considered for a second.  "Yeah, if I was a girl.  Two boys can't go
to dances.  We could still go out on dates, though, go to the movies and
stuff. We already do that together."

"Hey, no fair though!  If we go on a date and you're the girl, then I have
to pay 'cause I'm the boy!" Bobby laughed.

"Well, don't worry about it 'cause I'm not a girl.  See?" Davey said,
taking Bobby's hand from his chest and placing it firmly on his still hard
little cock.  Bobby wrapped his long fingers around it and stroked it up
and down slowly.  Davey relaxed even more as he felt the wonderful
sensations begin again.  He snuggled back tighter against his friend and
felt Bobby's long hard dick press firmly against his right butt cheek.  It
felt good.  Another soft kiss landed on his back.

"Your dick is fatter than mine is," Bobby said, meaning it as a compliment.

"It's pretty short," Davey said self-consciously, remembering the teasing,
some of which had come from Bobby.

"I - I love your dick, Davey," Bobby stammered.  He wasn't very comfortable
yet with these declarations of affection.  "I think it's just the right
size."

Davey smiled broadly in the dim light.  "I love yours, too.  It's so big
and ...powerful."

Bobby was silent for a moment, still slowly stroking Davey's cock and
pressing his own firmly against his friend's soft ass.  Finally he said,
"If you were a girl I couldn't blow you, and I wouldn't like that.  But
there is one thing I could do to you if you were a girl."

"What's that?"

"If you were a girl I could fuck you," Bobby breathed softly, nuzzling
Davey's neck with kisses and grinding his cock against the boy's ass.  He
was humping against Davey's butt steadily now.

The thought that was crystalizing in Davey's mind scared him more than a
little.  Even scarier, he found himself pushing back against Bobby's hot
hardness, imagining that big tool invading his guts, filling him,
possessing him.  He knew it would hurt, but he remembered the somehow
pleasant feeling of fullness when his mother gave him his occasional enema,
once he got used to the tube stretching his tender hole. His Mom couldn't
find the children's tube once and had used the adult size on Davey, and
though he had screamed bloody murder at the time it only hurt for a while
until he got used to it. Bobby's dick was no bigger than that adult tube,
he guessed.  His breath grew short and his heart pounded as he came to his
decision.  He wanted to belong to Bobby, to be his plaything, to give
himself fully to his lover.

"You know," Davey whispered, even though there was no one around to hear,
"boys and girls both have buttholes."

"Oh Davey," Bobby sighed.  "Are you sure?  I don't want to hurt you."

"I think I can take it," Davey said, not entirely sure it was true.  "But
you'll stop if I tell you to, right?"

"Oh, yeah, of course!"  Bobby assured him, still kissing his neck softly.
"I want to make you feel good.  I want us both to feel good."

"Oh, Bobby, me too!  I want to feel you in me."  Davey said, his own
pre-orgasmic sensations beginning to make themselves known from Bobby's
stroking of his cock.  He couldn't believe what they were about to do,
since until two minutes ago it had never even occurred to him.

Bobby continued to grind his stiff cock against Davey.  He had a powerful
instinct to thrust, and he couldn't wait much longer.  "How do we do this?"
he asked.  "I mean, how do we lay?"

"I don't know," Davey practically moaned in his desire, "but I guess I
could lay like I do when Mom gives me an enema."

"OK, try that," Bobby said, disengaging reluctantly but anxious to begin
this newest game.

Davey rolled onto his side and pulled his knees to his chest.  He reached
behind with his top hand and pulled his ass cheek wide open.

"Wow," Bobby said, examining his friend in the dimness.  "It looks so small
I'll never get my thing into it."

But even as he said those words Bobby scooted up behind Davey and aimed his
long straining prick directly at the boy's tiny puckered opening.  Davey
felt the warm presence behind him and shivered either in excitement or
fright, he wasn't sure which.  Unlike the enemas, he wanted this long hard
invader inside him, but he felt his muscles clenching involuntarily anyway.
A gasp escaped him when he first felt the hot touch of Bobby's cock tip
against his hole, and his whole body tensed as his virgin asshole slammed
closed like a castle keep.

Bobby pushed against the tight ring of Davey's sphincter, but the muscular
little gymnast's ass could have repelled an army.  "You gotta relax or it
won't go in," Bobby said, sweating already with his exercise and feeling a
bit of pain in his sensitive cockhead.  Then he used one of his father's
favorite lines:  "You're such a tight ass they couldn't pull a needle out
of your butt with a tractor."

Davey laughed and relaxed a little in spite of himself.  Bobby's narrow
cockhead nosed into the anal opening a milimeter or so, just enough to feel
the intense heat.  Bobby now knew he had to feel what it would be like, to
fuck his lover's tight, hot ass, and he clenched his teeth and pushed even
harder.

"No no no!" Davey grunted, trying not to shout.  "It hurts, Bobby it hurts!
You gotta stop!"

Reluctantly Bobby backed away from the target of his blind lust and rolled
back on the grass, his impossibly stiff prick straining skyward.

"I'll bet if you relaxed it wouldn't hurt so much," he finally said,
sounding a tad whiney, exactly as he had last Christmas when he didn't get
the roller blades he wanted.

"We need to make it slippery, like Mom does with the enema tube," Davey
said, and Bobby perked up at the notion that he may yet get into that
wonderful hole.  "She uses Vaseline."

Bobby's heart sank again.  "We don't have any Vaseline, and if I went home
to get some I'd have to stay in."

"Yeah, I suppose.  We may just have to wait to do this,"  Davey said.

"Shit!" Bobby said.  "I'm dyin' to do it now!"

"Yeah, me too," Davey said, though on some level he was a little relieved.
Then he remembered a picture in Bobby's Dad's fuck book of a man about to
fuck a woman from behind...maybe even in the ass, now that he thought of
it..and the caption said, 'I spit on my dick and rammed it home.'

"Hey, Bobby," Davey said, starting to get excited again.  "Spit is pretty
slippery.  Maybe we could get a lot of spit all over your dick and my butt
and maybe then it would work."

"Yeah," Bobby said, brightening.  "I can think of a good way for you to get
spit on my dick," the tall boy grinned, "but how will I get spit all up in
your hole?"

"With your tongue, I guess," Davey replied pragmatically.

"Fuck you!" Bobby said.

"That's the idea."

"No, I mean fuck you if you think I'm putting my tongue where your shit
comes out."

"You already put your tongue where my piss comes out," Davey pointed out.

Bobby thought for a moment.  "That's different.  There's no piss left over
on your dick, but there's always shit left over after you wipe.  And
besides, shit is a whole lot yukkier than piss."

"Yeah, I guess," Davey agreed.  "Well, we better do something pretty soon,
or just give up and try again tomorrow.  It's practically dark."

"I can see a little better now that the street light came on," Bobby said.

"I have an idea," Davey said.  It was usually he who had the ideas.  He
kicked his pants and underwear off completely and lay on his back.  Then he
rolled his legs up over his head until his ass was directly over his face,
and if his dick was as long as Bobby's he could have blown himself.  His
flexible little gymnast's body could contort itself this way fairly easily.

Bobby didn't need to be told what to do.  Quickly he kicked his own pants
off and straddled Davey's face with his thighs.  He had to bend it down
severely, but soon the last three inches of Bobby's cock were getting the
tongue bath of the century. With a hand on each of Davey's smooth, round
ass cheeks, Bobby spread the crack wide open.  He had to lean down pretty
close to see the proferred orifice in the darkness, and as he did his lips
grazed the hot flesh just inches from the target.  There was a slight
shitty odor, but the musk of sex was much stronger.  Bobby kissed both of
Davey's soft globes of flesh, thrilling at the contact with this other
private place he had never visited before.  In this position Davey's anus
was wide open, and Bobby had a clear view from inches away.  He hocked up a
huge loogie and let it drip directly onto and into the gaping butthole.
Davey tensed a little at the sensation, but soon relaxed.

"OK," Bobby said, "Let's try again."

Davey released the big spit-coated cock and rolled directly onto his side,
tucking his knees to his chest.  He could feel Bobby's warm spit running
down across one ass cheek.  Bobby was behind him in a second, and in
another second he felt once again the prod of a hard cock against his
asshole.  It felt much nicer this time, though, all warm and moist, and
Davey had much better success relaxing his muscles.  Davey actually pushed
back against Bobby as the boy shoved into him, and with surprisingly little
difficulty the slim organ slipped into the tight hole up to the glans
ridge.  Bobby's cockhead was in Davey!

Instinctively Bobby paused at this point, giving them both time to get used
to the tremendous new sensations.  It didn't hurt as much as Davey expected
it to, feeling a lot like the enema tube, but then Bobby had a relatively
small head on his cock.  The real test was yet to come when the bigger
shaft pushed its way in.  Even as it was he certainly knew he had something
in his ass.

"God, Davey," Bobby grunted huskily in his ear.  "It's so hot and tight!
It feels like a clamp on my dick.  Are you OK?"

Davey assessed his condition and answered with a throaty, "Yeah, you can go
in farther if you want to."

Bobby got a better grip on Davey's hips.  "OK, here goes," the boy said,
and Davey felt the pressure against his sphincter increase slowly.

He fought mightily against the urge to resist, willing his body limp, his
hole open.  The thickest part of the shaft was right behind the cockhead,
and Davey felt the stiff poker wedging his asshole further and further
open.  There was a sharp pain as the bulge passed through the small ring of
muscle, but then it was better again as the thickest part of the cock moved
higher into his bowel, where there was more room for it.  Bobby paused
again, but Davey really didn't need it.  It was relatively comfortable at
this point, with only two of Bobby's five slim inches inside him.

"C'mon, Bobby," Davey gasped, "I can take more."

Bobby didn't have to be told twice.  He scootched closer so that now Davey
could feel Bobby's warm, hairless body against his back.  He liked that
sensation a lot.  The long cock resumed its journey up Davey's Love Canal,
and Bobby showered small, nibbling kisses on Davey's neck, cheek, ear and
shoulder.  They were becoming joined as one, and they both knew it.

The invading cock felt huge in Davey's ass, but it felt wonderful, too.  It
was the full feeling, like the enemas, but the warm living flesh of Bobby's
cock was infinitely more welcome than any cold, unyielding plastic nozzle.
Davey knew this was natural for him, to love boys and be loved by them, and
to take their cocks in every orifice of his body.  He was perfectly relaxed
now, no longer afraid, and he felt himself dilate even further to allow
Bobby's cock to slide in easily.  He was actually disappointed when the
long, hard dick slowed and stopped, though he did enjoy the feeling of
Bobby's soft balls touching his ass now that his lover was in him to the
hilt.

"Oh, God Davey!" Bobby moaned.  "It's all the way in!"

Davey tried to say something funny, like "No duh, Brain-o," but all that
came out was a grunt.  It surprised him to realize how tense he was holding
his stomach and chest muscles, because mentally he was perfectly relaxed.
His little body was reacting to the big cock in its own way, and had no
energy left for comedy.  He concentrated hard and managed to relax his
muscles some more.

Bobby's hot breath whistled in his ear, and he heard the boy whisper, "I
gotta fuck, Davey, in and out.  Are you OK?  Can I start fucking you yet?"

"Go...slow," Davey managed to grunt.

"OK, baby, OK," Bobby said, not knowing how pleased Davey was to be called
'baby' by his lover.  He slowly withdrew his achingly hard cock about a
half inch and gently pushed it back in to the hilt.

Davey moaned softly as the prick hit bottom again.  It was a little more
comfortable this time.

Again Bobby pulled back, this time a full inch, and plowed it back in as
far as possible, a little faster this time.  This was getting close to the
feeling he needed, and he had an impulse to pump hard and deep and fast.
He fought it back, though, not wanting to hurt his young lover.  Another
moan of pleasure from Davey made him bolder, and he repeated the one-inch
thrust, this time with more force on the in stroke.  His cockhead hit
bottom hard.

"Yes!" Davey grunted, "God, Bobby, yes!"  It hurt, no denying that, but it
was a wonderful pain, and there was a certain spot somewhere inside of him
that gave the most incredible feelings when Bobby's dick touched it. Davey
had never dreamed of anything like this. He wanted Bobby to fuck him
deeply, to touch that wonderful spot again and again. His own dick had gone
limp during the initial penetration, but now he felt it surging again,
filling with blood and stretching to its full excited length. Bobby did
another one-inch thrust, pushing in even harder than before, and as the
slim cockhead brushed that magic spot again Davey felt the faint stirrings
of his own distant orgasm beginning deep within him.  He had never even
considered that he might be able to cum from getting fucked, but suddenly
he hungered for it.

"Fuck me, Bobby, please!" he heard himself wail.  "Do it hard!"

Bobby was surprised, but wasted no time throwing himself into the task.
Firming up his grip on Davey's hip and shoulder, the young cocksman pulled
about halfway out and paused a beat before slamming it home with an animal
grunt.

The force of the thrust was more than Davey was prepared for, but the wave
of pleasure it sent through his body far outweighed any discomfort.
Another, even deeper thrust followed quickly, and Davey was aware of his
own pleasure at submitting fully to his lover.  Part of his excitement came
from not being in control, of being completely at Bobby's mercy and knowing
he could trust him.  The physical sensations were incredible.  The long,
thin cock plowed deeply into his bowel, brushing across that one wonderful
spot on every thrust and sending ripples of erotic pleasure emanating in
every direction.  He felt full on the in strokes, and missed that fullness
on the out strokes.  He felt like the cock was possessing him, like he
belonged to it, but also like it belonged to him.  At the moment the two
boys were one creature, alone in the universe.

Bobby was pumping faster now, grunting in Davey's ear with each stroke.
Davey was so wide open for him there was hardly any resistance, just a
tight, smooth, pliant tunnel enveloping his cock.  The heat had been
intense from the first, but now the friction of his pumping added to
Davey's natural heat.  It was moist and slick, though Bobby didn't take
time to wonder where the moisture came from.  All he knew was he was having
the sex of his young life, and it wouldn't be much longer before he got his
nut.

Davey's orgasm was getting close, too.  He felt Bobby's cock pull back
until just the small head was still within him, then push deep, deep into
him to touch the magic spot, again and again, faster and faster.  Sweat
dripped off of Bobby's forehead and onto Davey's shoulder, and it felt
good.  He loved the feel of Bobby's hands gripping his flesh so tightly as
he pumped his young cock into Davey's ass, loved the sweaty heat their
bodies made as Bobby's chest and belly squirmed against Davey's back.  The
old familiar feeling was building up inside him, but in a different way.
The epicentre of his impending eruption was in a different place within
him, deeper in his gut. Suddenly his orgasm loomed, and he reached for it,
psychically drawing it toward him while physically bearing down on the hot
member skewering his clenching asshole.

With a scream muffled by the knuckle Davey bit down on, the boy came.
Spasms wracked his young, hairless frame as the invading cock continued to
thrust. His muscles tensed and his small ass clutched the thin prick in a
vise grip. Bobby thrust harder to overcome the new resistance, and as he
forced his bony prod past the tight sphincter one last time his own orgasm
caught up with him, and he buried his cock to the hilt as his hairless
balls struggled unsuccessfully to shoot their second spurt of boycum in
less than half an hour.  Davey had never felt anything like the pulsing
cock that throbbed with life deep in his very guts.  His small body matched
every beat of Bobby's cock with a clench of its own.  They rocked together
for many seconds, each savoring the other's orgasmic convulsions and the
heat of his presence, until their strength finally ebbed and they collapsed
against each other yet again.

Davey's eyes were clamped so tightly shut he saw little colored patterns
dancing in the darkness.  He slowly became aware that Bobby's sweaty face
was mashed against his own cheek, and Bobby's long legs were now
intertwined with his.  He moved a little and realized Bobby's semi-hard
cock was still impaling him, too.  It wasn't unpleasant, and in fact he
didn't want to ever leave Bobby's embrace, but the unwelcome memory of his
nine o'clock curfew pushed itself into his thoughts and he began to get
concerned.

"Bobby," he said gently, "we'd better get going."

"God, Davey," Bobby giggled, still panting softly from his exertions.
"Every new thing we do is better than the last one!"

Davey giggled, too.  "I know.  Man, I never would have thought I'd like
having it up my butt!"

"Didn't you ever put anything up there before?" Bobby asked incredulously.

"No. Why, did you?"

Bobby seemed genuinely surprised.  "Well, yeah.  When I was little in the
bathtub I used to soap up my finger and stick it up there, and now I sneak
hot dogs out of the refrigerator and stick them up me sometimes.  I figured
you did too, because my dick went up into you so easy."

"Nope," Davey said.  "I never even thought of anything like that.  But I
sorta like the enemas Mom gives me sometimes.  Not the way I like this,
though!"

Davey felt the long thin cock beginning to expand again inside him.

"Bobby, no," he complained, trying to squirm away.  "We don't have time to
do it again.  I'm gonna get killed if I get home late."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Bobby said, disentangling his long legs from
Davey's and allowing his stiffening love muscle to slide free of its soft,
hot enclosure.  "Whew!" he said as Davey rolled away.  "Smells like shit!"

"Did you expect to find a rose garden up there?" Davey said sarcastically,
already missing the hot, hard fullness in his gut.  He never felt so empty,
and it made him kind of sad.  He tried to console himself that he would
have that feeling many more times in the future.  Again he thought of
Brad's long cock with its mushroom head, and his asshole convulsed
reflexively.  He wanted it.  Bad.  Davey was amazed at the change in his
life in two short days.

The boys dressed in silence, each absorbed in his own thoughts.  They
crossed the overgrown yard quickly, Davey stumbling once in the darkness.
Finding the hole in the fence was no problem from this side, and as they
were about to duck through Bobby stopped Davey with a hand on his arm.

"I, uh," Bobby began haltingly, "I'm not too good at this stuff, but I want
to tell you something."  The tall boy looked down into Davey's eyes
intently in the dim shadow of the street light.  "You've been my best
friend my whole life, and doing this sex stuff only makes me love you more.
I hope we're always best friends, and I hope we're always together."  Bobby
gently took Davey's face in his hands.  Their lips met tenderly in a few
nibbling kisses, then crushed together passionately as they wrapped their
arms around one another in a lover's embrace.  The kiss lasted a long time,
so long Davey had to breathe through his nose, but neither of them wanted
to break it. It didn't feel awkward this time at all.  They were lovers
now, and this is what lovers do.  When the kiss finally ended and the two
boys stood gazing into each other's eyes again, Davey's heart was pounding
and he felt very special.

Outside the fence they separated reluctantly, Davey heading east toward
home, Bobby heading west.  Davey walked on air all the way home.


Davey & Bobby (Chapter Five) 
by Gamin Paramour

The school day went remarkably well for a change.  His ass only hurt a
little, and was getting better as the day wore on.  Davey's frustration
level was relatively low, and he didn't even get a boner in the showers,
despite winks and another soap suds show from Brad, who looked confused and
disappointed. Davey was in love, and though he still admired Brad's body he
seemed less obsessed with it today.

Furthermore, Coach Matthews didn't seem to be holding a grudge, and in fact
smiled at Davey and gave him an enthusiastic "Nice play!" when Davey caught
a hot liner at second base during the softball game.  Maybe the Coach
really didn't notice his erection yesterday, and maybe Dad was right about
taking his punishment like a man to earn the Coach's respect.  Though Davey
wasn't exactly looking forward to today's detention, he was beginning to
think it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Still, his apprehension grew a little as he made his way through the crowd
of laughing, locker slamming kids at 3:15 in the afternoon.  He wasn't the
only one not going home, of course.  There was band practice and glee club
and soccer practice, and probably somebody unlucky enough to have detention
with a classroom teacher, but nobody else was on their way to one of Coach
Matthews' legendary torture sessions.

Arriving at the gym he found most of the soccer team already there.  There
was Brad wearing only underpants, his back to Davey, talking to Greg
Williams. Davey was pretty sure Greg was looking Brad over with interest,
apparently another name to add to the Peekers List.  Greg was a good
looking boy, solid and muscular, though at average sixth grader's height he
looked small next to Brad. Davey had always liked Greg's sandy brown hair
and steel grey eyes, and now noticed the boy's beautifully formed,
perfectly hairless legs.

Crossing to his own locker aisle, Davey found Tommy Carlisle again
displaying his fascinating uncircumcised dick.  As he passed through the
narrow aisle his arm brushed the gossamer softness of Tommy's bare midriff,
and he felt stirrings deep within him.  It was the softest skin Davey had
ever felt in his life.  Tommy didn't react to the touch, just smiled
awkwardly and mumbled a quick, sympathetic "Hi," before looking away.  All
the soccer players knew about Davey's detention, and were avoiding contact
with the condemned.

Davey glanced around as he reached his locker, drinking in the beauty of
these young athletes, especially the fifth graders, who he didn't get to
shower with every day.  Most of these he had never seen naked before, and
he was enjoying the view.

Matt Sinclair was probably the prettiest boy in the locker room. With his
short, fine, strawberry blond hair in the same skater's cut Davey wore, his
huge blue eyes and upturned nose he could have passed for Davey's brother.
They looked remarkably alike except that Matt had a reddish tinge to his
hair, was two inches taller and didn't have Davey's powerfully compact
physique. They were occasional wrestling partners last year in the fifth
grade gym class, and Davey invariably pinned Matt in short order. Now, as
he watched the boy quickly stripping and remembered their bodies crushed
together on the wrestling mat, Davey felt his cock twitch.  Matt stood
facing Davey as he dug his jock strap out of the locker, his average sized
but beautifully sculpted penis hanging loosely across his hairless balls,
and Davey found himself absorbed in a mental image of that sweet little
prick pumping up full and hard, its four inches standing up proudly to be
kissed and licked and sucked.

"Not bad, huh?" came a whisper in his ear, and Davey nearly jumped into his
locker door.  He turned and found Bobby, dressed for soccer and grinning
like the Cheshire Cat.

"Don't sneak up on me like that!" Davey scolded, but couldn't help smiling
at his friend.

Bobby leaned in and whispered again, "Boy, could we have fun with this
group or what?"

Davey answered with his eyes, glancing past Bobby to Tommy who was just
pulling his soccer shorts up over his beautiful, muscular buns, obscured
only by the two elastic straps of his jock.  Davey was about half hard
already, and knew he'd better cool it.

"I gotta get dressed fast, man," he said to Bobby.  "I sure as hell don't
wanna get detention for being late to detention!"

"Yeah, Coach would give you a week's worth for that," Bobby agreed.
"Listen, I gotta get out on the field.  See ya later tonight?"

Davey grinned, flashing a look at Bobby's crotch.  "I hope so.  Depends on
my Mom and the homework bit.  Since I'm staying after school she might make
me do homework after dinner."

He changed quickly into his gym clothes, noting with disgust that they were
still damp with the sweat of this morning's gym class.  He sniffed the
T-shirt before putting it on and it wasn't too rank.  There was nothing he
could do about it if it were, anyway, so he slipped the shirt over his head
and tried not to think about it.  Besides, if what he heard about these
detentions was true he'd be soaked in sweat in a few minutes anyway.

He trotted out to the soccer field and hesitantly approached the Coach, who
was lining up his soccer players for stretches.  The Coach ignored him for
a minute or so until the team was started on their first stretch.

"OK, Peters, here's the drill," the man barked, startling Davey.  "I've got
a team to coach, so I'm going to give you a series of exercises and you are
on your honor to do them without goofing off.  Can I trust you to do that?"

"Y-Yes sir," Davey stammered.  "I'm here to take my punishment like a man."

The Coach's sour expression softened, and he almost smiled.  "I thought you
would," he said, no longer barking.  "I have a feeling about you, Peters,
that you're alright.  Don't let me down, OK son?"

Davey found himself smiling at the man.  "I won't, sir."  How did this
happen, he wondered?  Here was the Coach giving him an hour's worth of
exercises to do and Davey was almost glad of it, liking the man more than
ever and anxious to win his approval.

"All right," the Coach said, back to business.  "Give me ten laps around
this field, then twenty push ups, twenty-five squat thrusts, fifty
windmills, a hundred jumping jacks and fifty sit ups.  When you're done
with that come see me and I'll give you some more."

"Yes, sir," Davey said, and took two strides of his first lap when the
Coach stopped him.

"One more thing, Peters.  Just in case, I'll be checking on you, and if I
see you goofing off you won't like what happens.  Oh, and call me Coach.
Save that "sir" crap for the Army or somethin'."

"Yes, s...Coach," Davey said, grinning despite the stern warning he had
just received.  He set off on his run at a brisk pace as the Coach turned
back to his players, and was soon bathed in the sweat he had expected.
Davey was in great shape, but it was another hot day and he was not used to
sustained running, gymnastics being a stop-and-go kind of sport.  After
eight laps he found himself getting winded. He refused to stop, though. He
was determined to do this without cheating.  He glanced over at the Coach
and found the man watching him, and he was very glad he hadn't stopped.

After what seemed like a week Davey finished his ten laps.  He paused
briefly, bent over at the waist, hands on his knees, and sucked in badly
needed oxygen. He wondered how much grace time he had between exercises.
Maybe none, he decided, and hit the grass quickly and began doing push ups.
These were relatively easy for him, with the arm strength he had developed
doing gymnastics at the Y, and he whipped off the twenty quickly.  The
burpees were a little harder, considering the amount of bending over they
required and his lack of oxygen from the run.  He did the windmills and the
jumping jacks as fast as he could manage, his heart pounding in his chest
and the sweat pouring off of him, stinging his eyes.  He was aware of a
strange far-away feeling in his head, as if he was not quite in touch with
the world.  As he finished the hundredth jumping jack and threw himself on
the ground for sit ups, a shadow fell across his face and he saw the Coach
looming above him, looking about eleven feet tall from that angle.

"I wasn't goofing off, Coach, honest," he gasped, barely able to speak,
lacing his fingers behind his head and throwing himself into his first sit
up.

"Hold it, Davey, hold it," the Coach said, concern in his eyes.  "There's
plenty of room between goofing off and killing yourself."  The man knelt
beside Davey and pushed him down to the ground with one powerful hand on
his sweaty chest. "You're overdoing it, son, just lay here a minute and
catch your breath."

Davey lay back and looked up at the compassionate man who had never been
anything but tough as nails before.  There was genuine worry in his eyes.

"Your face is so red you might have heat exhaustion," the Coach said.  "I
need to check your heartbeat."  He slid a big hand under Davey's soaking
wet T-shirt and placed his fingers over Davey's heart.  The way it was
pounding Davey knew the Coach could feel it, but it still seemed odd to
check his heart that way.  Didn't they always take a person's pulse in
their wrist, or on the side of their neck?  That's what they always did on
"Rescue 911".  Still, the strong hand felt good on his heaving chest, and
somehow the contact calmed him down.  He could feel his heartbeat slowing.
Davey was just noticing that the nipple under the Coach's hand had begun to
swell when a forest of shin-guarded legs appeared around him and a number
of high voices asked what was going on. The Coach quickly removed his hand
from under Davey's shirt.

"Davey?" came Bobby's worried voice.  He pushed himself to the front of the
circle of boys and knelt down next to his lover.  Nearing tears he asked
the Coach, "What's wrong?  Is he OK?"

"He'll be fine, Bobby," the Coach said.  "He just worked himself a little
too hard in this heat.  Stand back, guys, give him some air."

"I'm OK, Bobby," Davey said as calmly as he could through his heaving
breath. He gazed deeply into his friend's eyes so that Bobby would know he
was really all right.

"What you need is to cool off," said the Coach.  "Listen up, people!
Practice is over for today.  Hit the showers and tell your folks you'll be
an extra half hour tomorrow.  Remember, we have a match on Friday against
Armstrong."

Bobby stayed behind a moment until the Coach gently said, "He'll be OK,
Bobby. Go on in now.  I'll take care of him."

The boys exchanged a silent look that said what was in their hearts, and
with that Bobby reluctantly stood and trotted off.

"Can you walk yet, do you think?" the Coach asked.

"Sure, I'm OK," Davey answered, amazed at how easily the strong arms lifted
him to his feet.

"My office is air conditioned," the Coach said.  "You can rest there on the
couch until you feel better."

"I'm all right, Coach, really," Davey said, walking rubber-legged beside
the big man and realizing how nice the muscular arm felt around his
shoulders.

"I still don't like your color," the Coach said.  "You'd better rest
awhile."

They walked in silence for a few seconds until Davey looked up and said
sadly, "I'm sorry I let you down, Coach."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't finish my exercises," the boy said.  "I wanted to.  I tried to,
honest."

Davey felt the big arm squeeze around his shoulders.  "I know you did,
Davey." It was then the boy realized the Coach was calling him Davey, and
had called Bobby by his first name as well.  It was the first time he had
ever heard Coach Matthews call any boy by his first name.

"Listen to me, son," the Coach said, looking earnestly into Davey's eyes.
"You have more heart and drive than any boy I've ever seen.  I watched you,
and you busted your ass for no other reason than because you promised me
you would, and that's something really special.  I'm proud of you, Davey."

The boy grinned up at the Coach.  For some reason this bitter man's
approval made Davey feel great.  He was beginning to see inside of the
Coach, too, to the sensitive, caring man underneath the sourpuss.  They
smiled warmly at each other.

The Coach's office was cool and the couch comfortable.  Davey had to admit
it felt nice to lie there listening to the boyish shouts and slamming
lockers through the wall.  He was a little disappointed not to see Greg and
Matt and the others gloriously naked, but the Coach was probably right that
he needed to rest.

"How's that?" the Coach asked once the boy was situated.

"Great, Coach, thanks," Davey answered, "although the fluorescent lights
are kind of bright."

"I have to go check in the soccer gear, I can shut them off while I'm
gone."

"OK, thanks," Davey said.

"Don't fall asleep, now," the Coach laughed as he snapped the switch and
closed the door, plunging the small office into near total darkness.  If
not for the frosted glass in the door letting in hallway light Davey
wouldn't be able to see his hand in front of his face.  He closed his eyes
and rested, listening to the boys next door and wishing he could watch
their beautiful dicks bounce as they walked, see the water course down
their backs and stream off of their smooth, round asses, see who's got big
loose balls and who has tiny, uptight ones.  He just loved boys' bodies.

He opened his eyes and noticed something strange in the darkness.  There
was a spot of light where there shouldn't be one, in the middle of a solid
wall.  He closed his eyes again and tried to return to his mind's-eye view
of the showering soccer players, but the light kept returning to his
thoughts.  He got to his feet somewhat shakily and stumbled over to the
spot of light, banging his knee on the corner of the desk and kicking the
wastebasket but causing no serious damage.

The spot of light was just above eye level for him, and he stood on tiptoes
to examine it closely.  It was a tiny hole, perfectly round as though it
had been drilled there purposely.  Davey put his eye up to the hole and
peered through.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.  The other side of this
wall faced into the locker room, and from this peephole Davey could see the
entire drying area and most of the shower room.  Every boy had to pass this
way going into the shower and back out again, and nearly all the soccer
players stood there now drying off.

There was pretty Matt, his strawberry blond hair plastered to his head and
darker with the water, looking nearly brown.  He had the towel behind him
pulling it across his back, which left the whole front of his body open to
Davey's view. His large nipples were both erect, standing out pink and firm
on his slim, suntanned chest.  With his arms stretched behind him his
little ribs showed through his smooth, taut skin, and as he pulled the
towel back and forth his sweet little cock and balls swayed gently back and
forth. Davey noticed that Matt's little hairless meat was a bit bigger than
before, slightly fuller and arching out away from his tiny balls rather
than hanging limply across them. The boy had a "semi"!  Davey felt his own
dick rising rapidly.

When Matt began drying his front, thus hiding it behind the towel, Davey
anxiously scanned the other boys for good views.  There stood Bobby next to
Tommy Carlisle.  What an illicit thrill to be secretly spying on his lover!
Tommy was as beautiful as ever, the water still dripping from his small
"elephant's trunk" of an uncut cock.  As Davey watched, his own stiff prick
throbbing in his pants, Tommy reached up to towel his thick mop of wet hair
and Bobby bent over to dry his legs.  Davey almost gasped out loud when
Bobby casually turned his head to stare at Tommy's crotch from less than a
foot away!  Jesus, he was close enough to lean over and kiss it! A pang of
jealousy hit, but Davey wasn't sure if he was jealous that Bobby was
showing interest in another boy, or that Bobby was getting a close up look
at that lovely dick and he wasn't.

Tommy finished drying off and moved out of view, and Bobby casually turned
his head the other way to face the boy on the other side of him, Mitch
Hanley. Mitch was average in all respects, and didn't do much to excite
Davey in particular, but apparently Bobby thought a close up view of any
boy's dick was worth the effort.  Mitch wasn't especially unattractive,
just nothing to crank Davey's starter.

Davey watched the parade of bare boys until he couldn't stand on tiptoes
anymore.  He was still a little weak, though he hated to admit it. He
rested until he could try again, but by then all the boys had finished
their showers, damn the luck. He stumbled back to the couch and settled
back down, his hard cock bulging in the front of his shorts, and
contemplated what he had seen. A couple of the boys had been partially
erect, and that was a good sign. It just might be possible after all to
"have fun with this group", as Bobby had said. That thought was exciting as
hell to Davey.

The peephole was wonderful, enabling him to stare all he wanted without
having to pretend he wasn't or conceal his boner. But what was it doing
there?  Was the Coach watching the boys shower every day?  The implications
were staggering.  Did it mean the Coach was gay?  But the Coach had a
girlfriend, a pretty blonde who picked him up after school sometimes in a
yellow Corvette. Davey was confused.  Was it possible to like both girls
and boys?  Maybe the hole was left over from some previous gym teacher, and
the Coach didn't even know about it.  If the Coach was watching them it
would explain how he happened to come in yesterday just in time to break up
Brad's little exhibitionist show. Davey had had his back to the hole, so
the Coach wouldn't have seen his boner until he got in there.  If the Coach
did like boys that might explain why he was so taken aback when he saw
Davey's boner.

Suddenly the door swung open and the lights came on.  The Coach stuck his
head in and smiled at Davey.

"Feeling better, champ?" he asked cheerfully.  Davey could have sworn the
man's eyes darted down for a split second to the telltale bulge in his
shorts.

Davey blinked in the bright light.  There was no chance to cover up his
stiffie.  "Yeah, Coach, I'm OK."

"All right, let's get a look at you," the man said, kneeling beside the
couch and feeling Davey's forehead with the back of his big hand.  "Cool as
the proverbial cucumber," he said, smiling.  "Now I think we should get you
into the shower."

"We?" Davey asked uncertainly, part of his brain still wondering what
'proverbial' meant.

"You're still a little bit weak, Davey," the Coach said sympathetically.
"I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself.  Besides, you'd sue the
school!"

They both laughed, and Davey considered protesting that he could do it
himself until he realized that he did feel a bit light-headed.  As the
Coach helped him to his feet he tried to will his dick to go soft, but it
was no use.  The very act of thinking about his dick made it throb harder
than ever.  The possibility lurking in the back of his mind of the Coach
liking boys didn't help, either.

The Coach walked Davey into the empty locker room, partially supporting him
with a strong hand under each arm.  Davey opened the lock and found he had
to sit for a minute.  He really was having trouble, after all.  The Coach
only smiled and knelt in front of the boy to untie his shoes.  He pulled
them and the grimy sweat socks off and threw them into the bottom of the
locker with a grimmace.

"Time to get Mom to wash the old gym clothes, eh Davey?" he said, and Davey
smiled.

The man reached for the bottom hem of Davey's T-shirt and stripped it off
over his head.  He hadn't been undressed by a grownup since he was seven,
but he didn't really mind it.  His cock was still pulsing hard and he knew
how embarrassing it would be when it sprang into view, but somehow he
wasn't in a panic about it.  The Coach was being so nice it didn't seem
like anything bad could happen to him as long as the Coach was taking care
of him.

"OK," the Coach said, "let's get those shorts off of you."

Davey stood obediently and didn't even try to do it himself.  He had given
himself over to the Coach completely.

The man reached for the waistband of the shorts.  He was silent, and Davey
saw an intensity in his eyes that might have been frightening under other
circumstances.  He lowered the shorts slowly, the elastic waistband hugging
Davey's form and catching for a second on the bulge in the front before
sliding over and down the boy's smooth, muscular legs to his ankles.  The
Coach paused a moment, his eyes fixed on the now larger bulge in Davey's
small briefs.

"You're supposed to have a jock strap, you know," the Coach said softly,
with no conviction at all.  He reached slowly for the waistband of the
clingy, sweat soaked underpants, paused a moment with a hand at each of
Davey's sides, then slowly peeled the briefs down his young body, turning
them inside out as he went.

Davey watched the man's eyes, which never left his crotch for a second.  An
audible sigh escaped the Coach as the boy's beautiful, hairless genitals
came into view.  First the flat, smooth, creamy white pubes, the bony ridge
of his pelvis clearly visible as a V pointing down into the nether regions.
Then the briefs came a little further down and the very tip of the hard
young cock came into view, its tiny piss slit gaping open with the boy's
excitement.  Slowly the organ emerged, the flared head and the short, thick
shaft with its light blue vein seemingly painted on the side.  It was
completely smooth and unwrinkled, far too hard to have wrinkles, jutting
out proudly, aiming directly at the Coach's face and throbbing with the
boy's heartbeat.  The wrinkles came below, as the loose, hairless little
testicles swung free.  The Coach slid the underpants down to Davey's ankles
without ever taking his eyes off of Davey's boyish delights, and Davey
stepped out of them but made no move to escape the man's gaze.

The Coach stared for long seconds, then cleared his throat and stood.
"Well," he said softly, "I'd can't go into the shower with my clothes on,
can I?"

Davey sat down again on the bench as the Coach began slipping out of his
clothes.  Davey had seen many grown men naked at the Y, and it had never
done anything for him, but this time he watched with interest.  Part of it
was pure curiosity.  Would the Coach have a hard on?  And if so, how big?
But part of it was something he was learning to recognize lately: lust.  He
didn't know if the Coach liked boys or not, despite the fairly clear
signals so far, but he was beginning to secretly hope that something was
going to happen.

The Coach stripped slowly, folding his clothes neatly and laying them on
the bench as he removed them.  Davey watched carefully as the man removed
his loose fitting sweat pants, which until then had not revealed any clues
about the state of his arousal.  When the jock strap came into view,
though, it seemed not to be distended at all, and when it, too, finally
came down and off Davey was surprised and somewhat disappointed to see that
the Coach's big cock was indeed completely soft.

"C'mon, Davey", the Coach said, helping the naked boy to his feet and
guiding him to the showers just as he had earlier guided him to the locker.
Davey padded weakly before the man.  He was a little stronger than he
pretended to be at this point, and he wasn't exactly sure why he was
pretending.  He knew he wanted those big strong hands on his flesh again,
and he wanted to be taken care of by the "new Coach", the gentle, tender,
smiling one.  He figured a little extra helplessness couldn't hurt.

The Coach turned on a shower for Davey and one for himself.  The boy stood
under the cool water unmoving, but had to admit it made him feel better.
He watched the Coach shower, marvelling at his muscular body.  The man was
buff, that was no lie.  His well-defined muscles rippled as he moved, the
translucent skin pulled tight across each one.  His sculpted chest had a
small amount of black, curly hair which trailed down his washboard stomach
to the dense bush of his pubic area.  The cock was not huge, such as Davey
had seen at the Y several times, but certainly not embarrassingly small,
either; maybe five inches long in it's current soft state and as big around
as, say, a Polish Sausage.  It was darker than the surrounding skin, like
all men's pricks he had thus far seen, and swung heavily before the man as
he moved. The hair-covered balls looked big to Davey, and clung to his body
tightly as if he were cold even though it must be 85 in the locker room.
The Coach soaped himself quickly and rinsed off, giving a great view of his
tightly muscled buns in the process, then turned to Davey.

"Finished?" he asked, then scowled to see the boy standing there
listlessly, not having even begun to wash himself.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," Davey said melodramatically.  "I'm just a little weak,
that's all."

"I - uh - all right," the Coach stammered.  "I'll help you.  That's why I
came in here, isn't it?  So that's what I'll do.  There's nothing wrong
with a coach helping a boy who needs help, is there?  No, of course there
isn't." The man seemed to be talking more to himself than to Davey.

Davey tried not to grin as the man stepped over to his shower and got a
double handfull of liquid soap out of the dispenser.  The Coach applied the
soap to Davey's back and chest first, one hand on each.  The soap felt cool
and slick and good as the strong hands moved over the boy's tender flesh.
The man's touch was rough and his hands moved quickly at first, but after a
few seconds he gradually slowed down and began to gently carress Davey's
soft, slick body. Davey's nipples hardened under the Coach's fingertips,
and the boy couldn't help but notice that they lingered there far longer
than necessary to wash his chest. The slippery hands moved through Davey's
hollow, hairless armpits with just the right touch not to be ticklish,
neither too soft nor too rough. The hands kneaded his small but strong
shoulders, easing the tension out of them like Davey had never felt before,
never having had a massage like the almost-big-leager used to get after
games, and now got from the blonde in the Corvette.  Each arm was carefully
scrubbed and massaged right down to the individual fingers.  Davey's eyes
were closed as he enjoyed these ministrations and patiently waited for the
hands to travel lower.

They finally did.  The soapy hands moved to his back, then his tummy,
tracing firmly and carefully over his smooth boyflesh and never missing a
spot.  A finger poked into his belly button, and he giggled, but still he
never opened his eyes. The hands moved lower still, across his tender
pubes, only inches from his straining hard cock.  But they swerved away
from that hot target and moved onto his trim, muscular young ass.  The
slick hands kneaded and squeezed Davey's firm, round buns for a long time.
The fingers came ever so close to sliding through his tender crack, and
Davey wished for that to happen each time, but it never did.  Finally the
hands moved down one strong, hairless young leg, moving between them to
soap the inner thigh and accidentally brushing his tender scrotum, and
Davey sighed at the contact.  He spread his legs as wide as he could and
still keep his balance, but the hands didn't return, instead moving
downward to the muscular calf, massaging all the way. After the ticklish
little foot was cleaned and the other leg similarly tended to, Davey felt
the wonderful hands leave him completely.

He opened his eyes and the Coach was turned away, rinsing his hands under
his own shower.

"All finished, Sport," the man said, his faltering voice echoing off the
tile.

"Coach," Davey said softly.  "It's all right."

"What...what do you mean?" the Coach said, still facing away.

"To finish washing me," Davey said.  "You can.  It's OK."

"I don't know what you mean, Davey, I am finished."

"Coach," the boy said, stepping around in front of him.  The big cock was
hugely erect, jutting out every bit as stiffly as Davey's own.  He had
never seen a hard cock so big before, at least not outside of Bobby's Dad's
fuck books.  The Coach's wasn't as big as those, but it put the champs of
the sixth grade to shame all the same.  Though only an inch or so longer
than Brad's, it was at least twice as thick.  Davey doubted he could get
his fingers all the way around it.

The Coach looked down at Davey almost pitifully, shame and embarassment
written on his handsome face.  Still his eyes travelled down to the stiff
little pole jutting out from Davey's crotch, and those eyes showed signs of
weakening.

"I don't like to go home dirty, Coach," Davey said quietly.  "I'd really
like it if you would finish washing me."

The Coach hesitated several seconds, then with a soft whimper slumped
slowly to his knees in front of Davey.  The man's eyes closed tightly and
he balled up both big hands into fists, a tormented expression on his
handsome face, which he turned heavenward as if railing silently at God
Himself.  In that pose the muscular, naked man reminded Davey of the
picture in his History book of some famous old painting on a church ceiling
somewhere.  Seeing the Coach this way scared Davey a little.

In a moment, though, the Coach seemed to relax, not back to normal but
beyond that to a state of slack resignation.  His brown eyes opened weakly
and made brief contact with Davey's, and the boy saw an apology there but
didn't know what it was for.  Without a sound the Coach reached out to
Davey with a big hand.  His fingers closed gently over the boy's turgid
young flesh, and at the feel of the tiny cock's supreme hardness his
resolve finally snapped completely and he suddenly ducked his head and
quickly engulfed the small cock into his mouth.

Davey was shocked, but pleased.  He had expected the Coach to fondle him at
first, moving to the blow job afterwards, but this turn of events was just
fine with Davey.  The mouth felt much different from Bobby's, bigger of
course, but there was also the scratch of the Coach's five o'clock shadow
on his pubes and thighs, and the far greater sucking strength of the
Coach's jaws and lungs. So far he liked Bobby's mouth better, but it was
like the difference between chocolate ice cream and Rocky Road; chocolate
was his favorite but he'd still take Rocky Road whenever he could get it!

It was definitely not the first time the Coach had sucked a cock, either.
He swirled his tongue around and around it, then clamped his lips around
its small base and sucked firmly on its full three inch length while his
low moans echoed around the tiled enclosure.  The Coach held Davey's cock
tightly as he pulled back, letting the firm little member slide out between
his lips until only the flaring head was still inside, and Davey gasped at
the sensation. Then the Coach's tongue began fluttering across the
sensitive tip of the boy's dick like a warm, wet butterfly, and Davey felt
his knees buckle with his passion.

"Oh, Coach," Davey breathed.  "It feels so good."

A low, almost painful moan came from the Coach's throat, and his sucking
intensity increased even more.  His powerful hands cupped Davey's ass
cheeks and held him tightly against his face.  Even the tongue was
muscular, swirling tirelessly, constantly, over Davey's small hardness and
tickling the sensitive head.  Davey could feel the distant stirrings
already, and his knees wobbled again.

The Coach must have sensed Davey weakening, for his strong arms suddenly
wrapped around the hairless young body and gently lowered it to the cool
tile floor of the shower, the water raining down onto the back of the
Coach's head and from there gurgling around and down onto Davey.  The boy
had never imagined such a feeling; the hot, eager mouth working on his
young stiffness, the warm water swirling around the junction of lips and
cock, pouring from there across his balls and trailing through the crack of
his ass, the tickle of the Coach's wet hair as it occasionally brushed his
smooth belly. He even loved the hard coolness of the tile floor against his
back and butt.  The blow job he had gotten from Bobby the other night would
always be special, but there was certainly something to be said for this
one!

For the first time since taking the young boner into his mouth, the Coach
lifted off just long enough to moan, "Oh, Davey!" and plunged immediately
back down, the boy jerking spasmodically at the incredible sensation of
penetration. His tender young nuts felt like they were churning, readying
themselves for the orgasm that hovered just out of Davey's reach.  He was
ready for it, he wanted it, but it came no closer and the boy was
frustrated.

"Make me cum, Coach, please!" he heard his own voice echo loudly off the
walls.  Somewhere a couple of brain cells were aware that he should be
quiet, just in case anyone was passing by in the hallway, but at the moment
his stiff cock ruled him completely, and orgasm was the only thing that
mattered.  Just then one of the big hands released the smooth, slick thigh
it had been caressing and moved to the boy's rounded chest, where a strong
thumb and forefinger twisted one of Davey's sharp, pointed nipples with a
touch much softer than seemed possible with those huge meat hooks.  The
familiar jolts of pleasure rocketed from his chest to his brain, and Davey
felt the obstinate orgasm finally inch closer until he could reach out and
grab it with his mind. A happy smile bloomed on his face as the wonderful
explosion began.

If there had been passersby they would have thought someone was being
murdered rather than made love to.  The voices of man and boy echoed loudly
in the shower room, the man grunting his bull elephant lust and the boy's
high pitched squeals shouted in full voice as he thrashed and humped his
immature body against the Coach's face.  Davey gave himself too much to the
ecstasy, he knew it even as he did it.  Perhaps because of his weakened
state he just didn't have the strength to fight it.  It was dangerous, such
unbridled sex in a relatively public place, for anyone could walk in on
them, but there was no going back now that the orgasm had begun.  He rode
it to its conclusion, the most powerful one yet in his three day sex
career, and as it finished and he slumped back weak and spent against the
tile he realized the Coach was still flailing with his animal hunger.

The man released Davey's small, softening organ and reared up on his knees,
moaning loudly with his desire, his huge erection thrust forward even
longer and thicker than before.  A drop of thick white fluid clung to his
slit, and though the boy had never heard of pre-come lubrication, Davey
knew the Coach was aching to shoot.  Without a word he reached out a small
hand and gripped the long, thick, pulsing organ.  The Coach gasped loudly,
sounding almost as though he had been hurt, but Davey knew it was desire
rather than pain.  His short fingers didn't fit all the way around the big
dick, but he soon found he was able to move the soft, hot skin back and
forth just as he did with his own and Bobby's.

The Coach's cock was like a larger version of his own, with its flared head
and prominent ridge which the tender skin had to stretch over on every
stroke, and so Davey knew exactly where to apply pressure to achieve the
maximum stimulation.  In seconds the Coach was moaning softly and his
stomach and ass muscles were involuntarily quivering in rhythm with Davey's
strokes.

"Oh, God, Davey!" he muttered.  "I can't hold back!"

"Don't hold back, Coach!" Davey pleaded.  He wasn't just doing this for the
man's sake.  He wanted to see the hot jism more than anything.  "Sperm for
me, Coach!" the boy wailed, practically begging.  "Please, shoot it for
me!"

Davey was looking right at the cock when it started to spurt.  The first
hot fountain of cum arched through the air in a long rope, the end of which
hit Davey's right cheek just below his eye, and the rest of which drew a
wet, slimy line from there down over his chin and across his chest between
his tiny nipples.  After a brief pause, another gush of jism burst forth,
painting Davey's still heaving chest from the bottom of his rib cage past
his little belly button and into his hairless pubes.  The third wave of
semen was much less copious, perhaps half the volume of either of the first
spurts, and rained down hotly on Davey's small cock, balls and creamy white
thighs.  The boy kept stroking the spasming tool, milking a few more drops
out of it until it softened in his hand, and the man slumped sideways away
from Davey and lay on the floor beside him panting.

Davey couldn't believe the amount of cum the man had shot.  It covered his
body from his face to his thighs, a hot and sticky coating that didn't run
off immediately in thin rivulets like Bobby's, but pretty much stayed where
it had landed, a thick pearly mass that glistened in the light.  The next
step was inevitable, though it frightened him a little for reasons he
couldn't immediately fathom.  He scooped up a finger full of the strange
fluid and touched it to his tongue, suddenly sorry he hadn't sucked the
Coach's cock and taken the spurts directly into his mouth rather than
merely jack him off. Then again, he thought, there was an awful lot of it,
and it wasn't exactly a taste treat.  It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't the
light, sweet confection that Bobby had fed him yesterday.  Was this what he
had to look forward to as he and Bobby grew up, hair all over his lover's
beautiful smooth body and sperm that looks and tastes like Clorox mixed
with mayonnaise?  He liked bringing the Coach off, and the Coach could suck
cock like there was no tomorrow, but for giving blow jobs he would rather
be with Bobby.

The Coach was sitting up on one butt cheek now, supporting himself on one
elbow.  He gazed at Davey sadly, which confused the boy.  What they had
just done was fun, and he was happy that he and the Coach had found out
they could please each other that way.  What was there to be sad about?

"That was great, Coach," Davey grinned, hoping he was misreading the man's
mood.

"I - I shouldn't have done that," the Coach said softly.  "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Davey said, confused.  "Didn't you like it?"

"Yes, and that's the problem," the man said, lying back on the floor and
covering his face with his big hands.  Davey couldn't tell, but he might
have been crying.  Davey crawled over to him.

"Don't worry, Coach," Davey said, laying his small hand tenderly on the
man's huge, rippling chest.  "I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're
worried about.  I know you'd get in trouble if anybody found out."

"It's not that," he sobbed.  "I promised myself a long time ago I'd never
do that again."

"But why?" Davey asked incredulously.  "It felt great, and I wanted you to
do it.  What's wrong with that?"

"You're just a boy, Davey," the man said, getting ahold of himself a bit.
"It's hard to explain the psychological damage this sort of thing can
cause."

"Well, I'm just a kid," Davey said, "but I know what I like, and I know
that what we did was my idea.  It wasn't the first time I ever got blown,
you know."

It was his second, but who's counting?

"It wasn't?" said the Coach.

"No," Davey replied, embellishing his experience a little bit to make the
Coach feel better.  "I like doing it with boys.  I guess that makes me gay,
I don't know.  But it doesn't matter what other people think.  Just 'cause
they say being gay is bad doesn't make it true.  I keep it secret because I
don't want to get teased and beat up and stuff, but the people who do that
are just assholes, and I'm not going to let them run my life for me.  What
we do together isn't hurting anyone, so I say the hell with 'em."

The Coach looked at Davey with a whole new respect.

"You sure you're only 11?" he said, smiling for the first time since before
they entered the showers.  "C'mon, lets get you cleaned up and I'll drive
you home."


NEW m/m pedo story November 1994

NOTE NOTE NOTE:  Another author has agreed to continue this series.  Look 
for new installments later this week.  Have fun, folks!  -Gamin

Disclaimer:  This story contains depictions of love and sex between
pre-adolescent boys, and between boys and men.  If you are offended by
this, or if you are not of legal age in your local jurisdiction, do not
read further. 

Author's Notes: Due to the recent dearth of m/m pedo stories in this
group, several friends have asked me to post something, anything.  The only
thing I have that is postable is this old, unfinished series which I
abandoned some months ago because it wasn't up to the level of quality I
would like to maintain.  This is not to say it doesn't have "good parts",
just that the characters are not very believable and the plot was getting a
bit maudlin.  The sex scenes are pretty good, though. :-)

There are six chapters and then it peters out.  If anyone would like to
take a shot at continuing the story, feel free.  I will post a chapter
every few days, so the group will have something to read for a couple of
weeks. 

This story is copyright (c) 1994 by Gamin Paramour.  This is only because
I may decide to reuse bits and pieces of it in a future work.  This series
may be reproduced and distributed at will. 


Davey & Bobby (Chapter Six) 
by Gamin Paramour

It was twenty to five already when Davey climbed up into the tall seat of
the Coach's Jeep Cherokee for the quick five block ride home.  The Coach
hadn't said ten words since they left the shower room, but had smiled at
Davey a few times and was apparently feeling a little better.  For his
part, Davey was physically exhausted but happy.  He had won the Coach's
friendship and respect and gotten a fantastic blow job.  For an eager gay
boy what was not to like?

He liked the Coach, he decided, and it made him sad to think that making
love gave the man such pain.  It should make a person happy, like it did
for him and Bobby.  He wanted to help his new friend, with whom he now
shared such an intimate secret.

"Why did it freak you out so much to fool around with me?" the boy finally
asked.

The Coach was silent for a few seconds, and Davey didn't know if he was
formulating an answer or ignoring the question.

"When I was in junior high," he began, avoiding Davey's eyes, "I had a
friend, a neighbor kid, who was about nine.  I guess I was about thirteen.
I was the MVP of Little League and all that, and Kenny thought I was the
greatest thing there was.  He always wanted to tag along, and I didn't have
any little brothers or sisters and he was a cute kid and all, so I let him.
I was teaching him to play ball and he was learning fast.  He was pretty
good for nine."

The Coach was smiling now, fondly remembering a boy he obviously had great
affection for.

"I knew I liked boys.  I never did anything yet, but I knew I wanted to.  I
was scared, didn't want to be a queer, you know?"

"Yeah," Davey muttered, "I know."

"So one day it just sort of happened with my other friend Jason, who was in
my class.  He'd done it before, with his cousin, and he showed me how.  I
really liked it, you know?"

"Yeah," Davey laughed knowingly.  "I know."

"So we started doing it a lot, every day sometimes.  We got this other kid,
Billy, to do it, too, and he got his brother Phillip.  All together we must
have done it a hundred times by the next summer."

"Then one morning Kenny came over to my house to play catch, but I was
still sleeping so my Mom sent him up to my room to wake me up.  It was
weird, you know?  I woke up from this really sexy dream where I'm, like,
blowing the hell out of Billy's little brother, who was about Kenny's age
or a year older, and there's Kenny sitting on my bed smiling at me looking
all cute and adorable in his little red shorts and yellow tank top."

"I already had a hard on from my dream, and I always thought Kenny was
cute, and I used to jack off thinking about doing him, and there he was.  I
remember it like it was yesterday."

The Coach licked his dry lips.

"Kenny was sitting on my bed, and his tank top was so loose I could see his
whole pretty little chest and his little brown nipples.  I just wanted him
so bad I couldn't stand it."

Davey could relate.  His own little pecker was standing up stiff and
straight in his pants.

"I grabbed his arm and pulled him over on top of me.  He just giggled and
started wrestling like we sometimes did.  But this time I put my hands
places I never had before, on his little round butt, and up the leg holes
of his shorts right into his crotch."

The Coach gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.

"He stopped laughing and told me to cut it out, that he didn't like it.
But I wasn't even fucking listening to him!  I was like some kind of crazed
animal! I couldn't stop myself."

The man was sobbing again, a big tear rolling down a tanned cheek.

"Kenny started yelling at me to leave him alone, but I didn't.  I was a lot
stronger than he was.  He was just a little kid, for God's sake!  I yanked
his shorts right down to his knees and there was his little dick and balls,
all small and hairless and cute.  He tried to push me away, but I was way
too strong. I got my mouth on his cock and sucked it, but he started
beating on my face with his fists and scrambling off the bed, yelling like
crazy and kicking at me with his feet."

The tears were flowing steadily now, and the Coach suddenly pulled the Jeep
over to the side of the road and turned to face the boy.

"He landed on the floor with his shorts around his knees and I'll never
forget the look on his face.  Oh, Davey, he hated me!  He trusted me and
looked up to me and I fucking molested him!  Oh, God, I'm such a piece of
shit!"

Davey struggled out of his safety belt and threw his arms around the Coach,
feeling big, powerful arms enfolding him tightly as well.  It must have
been a strange picture, a muscular twenty-five-year-old athlete crying his
eyes out on the small shoulder of an eleven-year-old boy.  Davey just held
the man for several minutes.

"Kenny got his pants up and ran out the door crying just as my Mom got
upstairs to see what all the noise was about," said the Coach, composing
himself somewhat but still pressing his face to Davey's shoulder. "He never
told anyone what happened, and he never said another word to me, ever.  I
tried to apologize a couple of times when I saw him in the neighborhood,
but he just looked at me with hatred in his eyes and walked away."

The Coach pulled away, sniffing back the last of his tears.

"I'm sorry, Davey," he said, smiling sheepishly.  "I haven't thought about
that day for a long time."

"And that was the last time you did anything with a boy?" Davey asked, his
heart going out to the big man.

"Until today, yeah."

"What about your other friends?  Jason and Billy and Phillip?"

"Oh, I was rotten to them, too," the Coach said, smiling wryly.  "I called
them fags and stopped hanging around with them.  I remember I really hurt
Jason's feelings.  Made him cry, too.  That was my specialty that summer,
making people I loved cry."

The Jeep was silent for a moment, the Coach remembering his pain and Davey
imagining it.

"My Dad says when you do a bad thing you have to learn from it," the boy
said. "You take your punishment, because you deserve it.  You try to make
things right again if you can.  And you make sure it never happens again.
That's all you can do."

"Your Dad is a smart man," the Coach said.  "But now I let it happen again,
didn't I?"

"No!" Davey exclaimed.  "The bad thing you did was try to force it on
someone who didn't want to do it.  And then you did another bad thing when
you took it out on Jason, when it wasn't really him you were mad at.  You
were mad at yourself for hurting Kenny."

The Coach smiled wanly at Davey.  "I don't think you're a kid.  I think
you're a short little psychiatrist who shaves his legs."

They both laughed, and Davey was glad to see the Coach smile for real
again.

"OK, let's look at what really happened," Davey said.  "You tried to make
Kenny do things he didn't want to do.  That was wrong, Coach, there's no
other way to say it.  But you were only thirteen!  You made a mistake.
Give yourself a break. And you took your punishment, like my Dad says."

"What punishment?" said the Coach bitterly.  "I should have gone to jail,
but nothing happened to me at all."

"You've been miserable for..." Davey calculated quickly in his head.
"...twelve years, right?  And you haven't fooled around in that long,
either, right?  I'd sure call that punishment."

"Well, I've fooled around with girls, that is, women."

"Do you like that?" the boy asked, cutting to the heart of it as only a kid
could.

The Coach took a moment to answer.  "Not as much, no."

"Are you gay, Coach?"  The boy asked it so innocently there was no trace of
insult to the question.

"I don't think so," the man answered, dredging up a truth he had never
discussed with anyone before.  "Not if you mean liking adult guys, grown
men. I...I like boys."

"Is that why you became a gym teacher?"  Davey thought of the peephole, but
decided to save that for a future conversation.

The Coach exhaled deeply before answering.  "I guess so," he finally said.
"God help me, that is why."  Then looking at Davey he said, "Why is it I'm
sitting here telling you the biggest secrets of my life?"

"Because you know you can trust me," Davey said, as if it was obvious.
"And because you needed to tell somebody."

The Coach wiped his eyes and nose with his handkerchief, then regarded his
young friend quizically.  "How did you get so smart in only eleven years?"

"Well, I'm just a kid and all, but I think people should do what makes them
happy as long as it doesn't hurt anyone.  Everywhere you look there's
people telling you this is bad and that's bad, but a lot of times it's
bullshit, you know?  Sometimes I think they just like to tell people what
to do.  So I decided I just have to figure each thing out for myself and
make up my own mind."

The Coach checked his mirrors and pulled the Jeep back into traffic.

"I may have the muscles," he said, "but I think you're a lot stronger than
I am."

Davey wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but he knew it was a compliment
and he beamed at his big new friend.  This was a nice, caring man who had
had a lot of heartache and disappointment in his life, and Davey hoped he
would be able to bring some happiness to it.

"Right there, Coach," the boy said, pointing.  "The white house with the
Volvo."

The Coach stopped the Cherokee in the driveway and turned to Davey.

"Thanks," the man said sincerely.  "You have no idea how much you've helped
me."

"What are friends for?" Davey grinned, jumping to the ground and swinging
the car door shut.  He ran to the house, turning to wave happily at the
Coach, who smiled and waved as he pulled away.

"Davey Peters," his Mom said in the low but stern voice that was her
version of yelling.  "You know better than to take a ride from someone we
don't know!"

"That wasn't a stranger, Mom," Davey protested.  "That was Coach Matthews."

"Oh," Mom said, calm and smiling again.  "How nice of him to give you a
ride home.  He must be a very nice man."

"He's great," Davey said, allowing her to pinch his cheek even though he
hated it.

"Where are your schoolbooks, Sweetie?"

"Oh nuts!" Davey exclaimed, using the harshest expletive allowed in the
Peters household.  "I forgot to go back to my locker after detention and
get my book bag.  I'm sorry, Mom."

"So now I suppose you'll get detention tomorrow for not doing your
homework," Mom said, clearly not pleased.

The light bulb went on over Davey's head.  "I could go over to Bobby's
after dinner and use his books," the boy said.  "He's in the other class,
but he has the same books, and I remember what the assignments were."

"If it's all right with his mother, I suppose you can go," she said,
smiling again at her bright boy's ingenuity.  "You'd better call first."

Only problem was, there was no answer at Bobby's house.  He tried again
just before dinner, then again just after dinner, and still no answer.  He
got the machine each time, but didn't leave a message because Bobby's
parents didn't like it.  They said when Bobby grows up and gets his own
answering machine he can have all the messages he wants.  Davey was running
out of time.

He decided to try some other classmates, but who?  Then he thought of Brad.
He had been invited to Brad's house once, and maybe he'd even get another
quick look at that big cock.  Fortunately there were only two Howells in
the phone book, and only one in Davey's neighborhood.

"Hello," came a matronly voice, and Davey immediately pictured her as the
Mrs. Howell on Gilligan's Island.

"May I please speak to Brad?" Davey asked, as politely as possible.

"Big Brad or Little Brad?" the woman asked, sounding a lot less formal.

"Little, I guess," Davey said.  "The sixth grader."

"Hold on, please," the woman said, then away from the phone yelled,
"Bradleee! Telephone!"

After some thumping and scraping of the receiver Davey heard a click and
Brad's high voice yelling, "Got it, Mom!", then another click as his mother
hung up her extension.

"Hello," Brad said into the phone.

"They don't call you Little Brad in the showers, do they?" Davey asked
quietly, giggling.

"Chris?" Brad said in an urgent but hushed tone.

"No, it's Davey Peters."

"Davey?  Hi," Brad said, sounding glad to hear from him.  "Hey, are you OK?
You looked pretty bad after school."

"Yeah, I'm all right," Davey said, a bit embarrassed about collapsing in
front of all the guys.  "Coach says I just overdid it in the heat, that's
all."

"That's good.  So what's up?"

Davey related the whole forgot-books-borrow-Brad's scenario, and Brad
immediately invited him over.  By the end of the conversation both boys
sounded more excited than homework could possibly get them.  Fortunately it
was only two blocks over to Brad's if he cut through the park, because
Davey was still a bit too weak to run and he was anxious to get there.

Brad's mother didn't look anything like Thurston Howell III's wife, in fact
she was quite beautiful for a woman in her forties.  It was even less of a
mystery where Brad got his looks when Davey met Big Brad, a strapping
six-foot-six man with a square jaw, chiseled features and muscles that
rivaled the Coach's.  The mantle and a big fancy display case were packed
with trophys and medals and awards, all of which bore the name Bradley
Howell, but most of the dates were two decades before the son was born.
Brad's parents were quite friendly, and before being allowed to repair
upstairs to study Davey had to meet two of Brad's older sisters and hear
all about the other two, one of whom was away at college and the other out
on a study-date.  It occurred to Davey that he and Brad were sort of on a
study-date, too.

Finally closed within Brad's room, the boys regarded each other in silence
for several seconds, both feeling the sexual tension of the moment.  Davey
broke the awkwardness.

"I'd better get on that homework right away then, huh?"

Brad looked relieved.  "Yeah, I'm just starting the math problems now."

"We could work on them together, if you want," Davey said hesitantly.

"Yeah, OK," Brad said, some of that sexual tension returning.  In a few
minutes, though, the boys were immersed in the homework and fell into an
easy camaraderie.  Davey was better at math and science than Brad, but Brad
had a knack for english, and they both liked social studies, so between
them they knocked out the homework in less than an hour.  By then they had
a real friendship, too, not just one based on shower room exhibitionism.

"Well, I guess I'd better go then," Davey said as the last book was closed.

"No, wait," Brad said, looking nervous as hell.  "Don't you want to, you
know, look at me?" he whispered.

Davey looked around, though they were alone in the room.  "I thought you
couldn't do it when your parents are home," he whispered.

"We just have to be real careful," Brad whispered.  "If anybody comes I'll
just tell 'em I'm changing into my pajamas."

That sounded like it would work, so Davey shrugged and sat back down to
watch the show.  Brad put on quite a show, too, stripping slowly and
seductively, grinning at Davey's excited reaction.  For his part, Davey's
small cock was pounding hard practically from the first mention of sex, and
he had to fight two impulses; one to yank his own pulsing stiffie out and
stroke it to relief, and another to attack Brad.

The tall boy danced gracefully to imaginary music, kicking off his shoes
and slipping off his socks with a minimum of interruption.  Brad kept his
eyes locked on Davey's as he slowly unfastened each button of his light
blue button-down shirt, more and more of the long, smooth torso becoming
visible as each button came open.  When it was completely free, the boy
spun around with the tails of the shirt held wide open in his big hands,
and Davey licked his lips as the hairless underarms and incredibly soft
belly flashed in and out of view. Brad turned his back to Davey and peered
at him over his shoulder, slipping the shirt down slowly to reveal his
strong, smooth back, and finally draping the garment across Davey's bulging
lap.

Brad spun away and gyrated to the silent tune, looking seductively into
Davey's eyes.  Brad placed both hands on his stomach, middle fingers
meeting at his puckered navel.  Taking a deep breath, which made his ribs
jut out such that you could count them, he traced his hands upwards slowly,
carressing his own soft flesh with a pouting look of ecstasy on his
handsome face.  When his fingers encountered the large brown nipples, he
swirled them around and around, causing the sensitive little bumps to come
rigid into little pinpoints.  Davey ached to kiss them.

The beautiful boy dancer slipped his pants down so slowly Davey wasn't sure
they were moving at all.  Gradually the white underwear was exposed, and
the long tubular ridge that outlined his gifted cock took center stage.
Brad danced his bulging beauty right up to Davey, then teasingly backed
away.  He did this several times, and it was all Davey could do not to
reach out to it. He did grip his own raging hard on through his pants and
squeezed it firmly.

Brad reached for his underwear, and Davey braced himself for the view he
had been praying for, but Brad only pulled the cloth tight over the big
tool.  It wasn't even hard, but Davey could make out the contours of the
long, slim shaft and the mushroom shaped head.  Then Brad turned around and
bunched up the cloth in the front, so that the underpants pulled tightly
across his muscular ass.  Finally, as Davey held his breath in
anticipation, Brad began to lower the white shorts and reveal the hairless
mounds of his butt.

Lower and lower the briefs went, and more and more beautiful white flesh
came into view.  The crack widened as Brad bent at the waist, and Davey
realized he would soon again see the amazing pink orifice that had turned
him on so in the showers. He swallowed hard.  The shorts came down
incredibly slowly.

Then, there it was!  It was as small and pink and perfect as he remembered
it, and Davey's mouth fell open and his tongue darted out unconciously, as
if he could tongue the wonderful portal from his chair three feet away.
Suddenly he realized that he was dying to do what Bobby had refused to do
the night before, slide his probing tongue deeply into the hot, tight
butthole of a beautiful boy!  He didn't care about shit.  Somehow he knew
that Brad would taste wonderful if only he could get him to allow the
touch.  Was there nothing Davey wouln't do in the realm of boy sex?  Davey
realized he was squeezing his cock through his jeans so hard it hurt.

Brad lowered the shorts the rest of the way and kicked them aside.  Just
like in the showers, his loose balls swung gently beneath the glorious
firmness of his buns.  He glanced at Davey over his shoulder and was
clearly pleased with the entranced look on Davey's cute face.  He
straightened up and ever so slowly turned around.

The cock was throbbingly, pulsingly, poundingly hard, looming before
Davey's excited stare.  If anything it was even longer and stiffer than
Davey had seen it in the school washroom, and in its fiery red, blood
engorged majesty Davey knew perfection.  He licked his dry lips yet again,
and then without thinking bent and leaned his hungry mouth toward the
inviting maleness.

"No!" Brad hissed as loudly as he dared, backing away and doubling over to
protectively cover his cock.  "I'm no fag!"

Davey recoiled in shame and surprise.  After a confused second he jumped to
his feet and took a step toward the door, thinking of nothing but getting
out of Brad's sight.

"Wait," Brad said more gently, putting a thin, bare arm against the door so
Davey couldn't open it.  "I'm sorry, Davey," he said, "I just can't.  Not
with a boy."

Davey couldn't look at him.  "OK," he said, nearly in tears.  "So I'm a fag
and you're a he-man.  So why did you even invite me here?"

"Davey, I don't think of you as a fag," Brad said.  "I guess you are one,
but that doesn't really matter to me.  I like you."

"So what was all this about, then?" Davey sniffed.

"I wasn't trying to get you to, like, do things to me," Brad said.  "It's
just like this weird thing of mine, you know?  You like boys, and I like
for people to look at me naked.  Jeez, if my Dad knew that he'd blow his
brains out."

Davey's eyes flitted back to Brad's nude body and saw that the big erection
had faded completely.

"It's so bizarre," Brad continued, for some reason wanting to make Davey
understand.  "I just feel so, well... beautiful... when you see my body and
it turns you on.  I just get so sexy over it, you know, and then as soon as
I'm alone I, well, you know."

"Beat off?" Davey offered.

Brad turned a deep crimson.  It was the first time he had ever admitted it
to anyone.  "Yeah," he said, looking at the floor.

"I don't get it," Davey said softly.  "You like to show yourself to boys,
and it makes you horny and makes you want to jack off, but you don't like
boys?"

"I'd love to dance for Suzie like I did for you, then fool around with her,
but she already told me she won't do any kind of sex things until she's
sixteen. She won't even let me touch her boobs."

"Wow," Davey said, imagining not having sex again for five more years.  If
that was being normal then he'd rather be gay.  "How are you gonna make it
that long?"

"Just playing with it, I guess," Brad shrugged.  "I like to do that, and
it's even better now that I get some stuff to squirt out."

Davey looked sheepishly at the tall boy.  "I...I really like you, Brad," he
stammered.  "I could, you know, help you sometimes."

The resolve faltered in Brad's eye, and the boy's big cock was definitely
fuller and straighter than it had been a moment before.

"I just can't be gay, Davey!" he said, almost pleading.  "It would kill my
Dad.  This thing I do already is bad enough.  Don't you see?  I've gotta be
just like him.  Star athlete, student council president, all that crap!
And I have to date cheerleaders and marry the prom queen, just like he
did!"

"Why?" Davey asked, wanting to understand the boy's pain.

"Because I'm the only boy," Brad said, more than a note of despair in his
voice.  "Practically all they ever talk about is how they had four girls
and thought there'd never be a boy to carry on the family name.  And then I
was born and all of a sudden my whole life was planned out for me, and it's
a rerun of my Dad's."  Brad was unloading his feelings for the very first
time, and he couldn't stop the outpouring of truth.

"You know what I'd really like to do?" he said in a tone of suppressed
excitement.   "I'd like to be a dancer, you know, like on TV, when there's,
like, a woman singing, and there's a bunch of guy dancers picking her up in
the air and carrying her around on their shoulders and stuff.  I wish I
could be one of those guys."  Brad was grinning almost wickedly, as if he
was speaking of illicit pleasures.  "You know that one thing they do, where
they run across the stage and slide on their knees?  I think that's so
cool!"

"Well, why don't you, then?"  Davey had been taught from infancy that he
could be anything he wanted to be, and it was the natural course of things
to him.

"Weren't you listening?" Brad said, a bit annoyed.  "I'm the only boy!"

"Well, can't you be an athlete and a dancer, too?"

Brad sighed resignedly.  "You don't understand.  My Dad says those dancers
are fags.  I can't be a dancer for the same reason I can't, you know, with
you."

"Do you like sports and all that?" Davey asked.

"Yeah, I love it."

"And do you like Suzie?"

Brad thought a moment.  "Yeah, I really do."

"And here's the tough one.  Did you really want to let me suck you before?"

Brad didn't speak, but the look in his eyes told the answer.  Davey picked
up Brad's pajama bottoms from the bed and handed them to the embarrassed,
naked boy.

"Let me tell you what my Dad says," he began, watching the beautiful, long
dick disappear into the flannel PJs.  "My Dad says everybody gets one life,
and that's it.  Each person has to decide what to do with it, and if it's
not what he wanted it's his own fault."  Davey stepped over to the desk and
picked up his homework papers.  "It's none of my business, but it looks to
me like your Dad gets to have two lives and you don't get any."

Brad stared at Davey, mixed emotions showing on his handsome face.  This
was not something he would figure out quickly.  Davey put his hand on the
boy's warm, bare shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze.

"See ya in school tomorrow," Davey said, putting emphasis on 'see' and
eliciting a smile from Brad, who said nothing as Davey stepped through the
door and was gone.


CONTINUATION OF NEW m/m pedo story November 1994

The Davey & Bobby series is being continued in a joint writing effort of
the original author, Gamin Paramour, and a new co-author, <the man with no
name>.  This chapter is something of a hybrid, with Gamin writing the first
half and <no name> writing the second, with input from Gamin.  You'll be able
to tell the spot by where the paragraphs begin to be indented.  

The co-author has attempted to maintain the original author's style and add
to the plot as well as the number of gratuitous sex scenes.  8-)  Send 
comments to Gamin Paramour at an107007  or <the man with no name> at
an155010.  Differing tastes between the two authors will lead to a
different story development than some (including Gamin!) would expect. 
Whichever one of us gets to the character first, usually wins.  8-) Enjoy!

Disclaimer:  This story contains depictions of love and sex between
pre-adolescent boys, and between boys and men.  If you are offended by this,
or if you are not of legal age in your local jurisdiction, do not read
further. 

Chapters One through Six are copyright (c) 1994 by Gamin Paramour. 
Chapter Seven is copyright (c) 1994 by Gamin Paramour and <the man with 
no name>.  Chapters Eight and on are copyright (c) 1994 by <the man with 
no name>.  These series chapters may be reproduced only in their entirety, 
but may be distributed at will.

Davey & Bobby (Chapter Seven)  
by Gamin Paramour
and <the man with no name>

Davey had to fight a very powerful impulse to jump out of the way, but he
stood his ground as Bobby screeched the bike to a stop inches from his
toes.  It was only fair, since he had done the same to Bobby the other
morning.  He wasn't scared of Bobby's intentions, but a little skid on
some loose gravel and he could have had a crotchfull of front tire.  It
was one of those guy things, proving your manhood by putting your gonads
at risk.

"Hey, what's up, man?" Davey said to his friend, grinning. 

"Nothin' now," Bobby answered slyly, "but you should have seen it last
night!"

"I wanted to," Davey said somewhat regretfully.   "Where were you last
night, anyway?  I called your house like a million times."

Bobby made a face.  "Oh, my folks blindsided me with dinner at my Grandma's
house.  It was bogus, man."

"I kinda like going to my Grandma's," Davey said.  "She's a great cook,
and she always has presents and stuff for me and April."

"Well, my Grandma doesn't live in a storybook like yours.  She's half
smashed most of the time, and she burned the pot roast," he said slightly
bitterly. "Oh, I love her and everything, but there's nothing to do
there.  The grownups just sit around and talk, and my Mom won't even let me
go watch TV in the bedroom because it would be rude not to visit with
Grandma." Bobby looked into his friend's eyes with an embarrassed smile. 
"Besides, I was kind of hoping to, like, be with you last night."

Davey grinned.  "Yeah, me too," he said as Bobby locked the bike.  "Listen,
there's a bunch of stuff you gotta hear..." 

Davey had to put a sock in it abruptly when Timmy Branson and his best
friend Josh Newsome suddenly appeared and began excitedly prattling about
the flag football game in yesterday's gym class.  Timmy, though not
especially athletic, had managed to pull off a long touchdown run, and
seemed revved up for several days of glorying in his moment of triumph. 
His boyish excitement was cute, Davey thought.  In fact, Timmy was looking
damn cute with his crooked, snaggletoothed grin, Davey suddenly realized,
and he shot Bobby a conspiratorial glance.  Bobby's eyebrows went up just
perceptibly, and he smirked knowingly at his friend. 

It was still well before school started as the four boys ambled across the
schoolyard where dozens of kids already played. Timmy and Josh stuck close
at first, so they still couldn't talk, but when those two got momentarily
distracted by some other boys who actually wanted to hear about the famous
touchdown run, Davey and Bobby slipped around the corner of the gym. 

"You want to do it with Timmy, don't you?" Bobby grinned, in the tone of
voice usually reserved for boys caught carrying a girl's books home from
school.

Davey blushed and grinned back.  "Well, he's cute," he admitted.  "Besides,
he's been all over me ever since I gave him that towel the day the showers
died."

"He's got a crush on you," Bobby agreed.  Then with a sly smile, "I'll bet
he'd do it if we got him alone."

Davey perked up at the word "we".  "So then it would be OK with you to do
it with other guys?"

"Yeah, why not?" Bobby said.  "I mean, I know you want to do it with Brad,
for one." 

Davey's grin faded to a disappointed but resigned smile.  "Well, that ain't
happenin'," he said, and related the story of the previous evening's
unconsumated foreplay in Brad's bedroom. 

"Wow, that's a drag," Bobby said.  "I was kind of hoping the three of us,
you know, maybe someday..." 

"You've always got me," Davey said with a wink.  

Bobby got a distinctly ravenous look in his eyes.  "Do you think you can
sleep over tonight?"

"Probably, I guess," Davey answered, then brightened.  "Even better! 
It's still warm enough, lets camp out in my backyard."

"Yeah!" Bobby grinned.  "That'd be perfect!  Hey, you wanna invite Timmy?"

Davey's eyes opened wide in surprise.  "You really think we should try it
with him, huh?" 

"Yeah, man.  He'll go for it, I can feel it."

"But if he doesn't, then we can't do it, either," Davey observed. 

"He will, trust me," Bobby said, holding the door open for his friend.

When they were early like this they sometimes walked around to the doors
near the gym and the faculty parking lot, which were unlocked well before
school. Davey grew a bit uncomfortable when he spotted the Coach's
Cherokee in the lot, not knowing if he should launch right in and tell Bobby
about his encounter with the Coach now or wait until they had some privacy.
He didn't feel right keeping such big news from his lover for so long, but
also didn't want to start into it when they could be interrupted at any
moment. 

His confusion tripled suddenly as they approached the Coach's office. The
door swung open and there was the very man in question.  He looked as
surprised as Davey.

"Uh, good morning, boys," the Coach finally said, smiling through obvious
embarrassment.  He glanced at his watch, then locked his eyes on Davey's,
a point Bobby did not fail to notice.  The man looked at his watch once more
and said, "Say, Davey, as long as you're here could you step into my office 
for a minute?  The school wants me to fill out a report on your little 
episode yesterday and I need to go over the details with you."

"Why did you even tell them, Coach?" Davey said with a groan.  He didn't
want it on record that he was a wimp who practically passed out from a few
exercises.

"It's just a formality, Davey," the man said, trying to wink subtley in such
a way that Bobby wouldn't notice, but not faring so well.  "It will only
take a few minutes, and you can catch up with Bobby in plenty of time 
for class." 

Davey suddenly understood and broke into a barely contained giggle.  The
Coach's face turned the color of a ripe tomato and he nervously glanced up
and down the hallway. 

"What's going on here?" Bobby demanded, his sexual radar definitely
registering a bogey at six o'clock.  

"It's OK, Coach," Davey said, still grinning.  "Bobby's cool.  I was just
about to tell him anyway." 

Realization dawned in the big man's eyes, and he smiled knowingly.  "Oh, I
get it.  You and him...him and you?  I should have known by the way he
freaked when you were on the ground yesterday."

"Is there something I should know about?" Bobby asked warily.

"I was gonna tell you Bobby, honest," Davey said.  "Let's just go in here
where we can talk."

The Coach ushered the boys into his office, quietly turning the lock as
he turned to face them.  His eyes roamed over Bobby's tall, slim body as
the possibilities formed in his mind.  Bobby noticed his look, and
suddenly felt like the last chocolate chip cookie at a Legalize Marijuana
rally.

"You guys did it!" he exclaimed.  The look in Davey's eyes was immediate
confirmation.  "But how...what...?"  The boy's sputtering trailed off to
open-mouthed silence and questioning eyes.

"Well, actually it was sort of like this," The Coach said softly, smiling
slyly at Bobby and stepping over to him.  The boy backed off with fear in
his eyes until he bumped into the desk.

"It's OK, Bobby," Davey said with a deliciously wicked grin.  "You're going
to like this."

The Coach knelt before Bobby, smiling up into his eyes and never breaking
the contact even as he reached for the boy's belt buckle.  Bobby's eyes
were as big as his Mom's Elvis collectible plates as his pants came open, 
and the huge, he-man soccer Coach slipped them and his small white briefs 
to his knees.  He was so surprised his normally overactive organ still hung
there limply across his hairless balls, and he shot Davey an imploring look
as if he were about to be sacrificed to the volcano god.

"Relax," Davey said soothingly, his own small prick having no trouble
standing up to be counted.  "He does it so good you'll be shooting in two
minutes."

"Oh, you can shoot?" the Coach said delightedly.  "Man, I haven't tasted
sweet little boycum since junior high."  He actually licked his lips in
anticipation, then moved in slowly to lick the flaccid tip of the boy's
fear-softened, three inch hang. 

As he felt the familiar sensations of a slick tongue and soft lips
carressing his member, Bobby couldn't help letting out a soft whimper of
appreciation.  The young cock began to pulse to life, filling with blood,
nearly doubling its length and more than doubling its thickness as the
Coach's talented mouth performed its magic.  In seconds Bobby's formidable
weapon was fully deployed, and the Coach moaned his gratitude in a low,
guttural growl.

Bobby's eyes rolled up in his head for a second, which Davey knew was a
good sign.  It was incredibly hot watching the man sucking wildly on his
friend's cock, and Davey excitedly came toward them for a closer look. 
The Coach was pumping up and down, or rather back and forth in this
position, one hand gently cupping Bobby's balls and the other squeezing
and kneading his muscular butt.  Davey suddenly needed desperately to join
in somehow, and so he reached in and pulled Bobby's Polo shirt up to
expose his large, sharp nipples and hungrily brought his small mouth down
on the nearest one, sucking it strongly and fluttering his tongue across it
the way the Coach had tongued his cockhead only a few short hours ago.

"Oh, man!" Bobby moaned, unable to believe what was happening to him.  A
teacher was giving him fantastic head, right there in school!  And Davey's
wonderful tongue was making his little titty feel like it never had before.
His knees began to quiver and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold
himself up much longer.  

The Coach nibbled the blunt tip of this big, hard boycock, enjoying it
even more than he had Davey's sweet little tool just yesterday.  He had
been so emotionally distressed while doing Davey that he hadn't really been
able to enjoy it other than in a purely physical, almost desperate way. 
He had jacked himself off three times during the night, dreaming of his
next chance to be with the beautiful little boy, and when he saw him this
morning he was simply unable to resist.  He never dreamed he would also
get to know this other fantastic boy in this special way, but now that it
was happening it seemed natural and inevitable.  After so many years of
pretending even to himself that he didn't really desire boys, the real
Denny Matthews was coming out like gangbusters.

Davey sucked and gently bit the pinpoint of boy tit as one hand lowered his
own zipper and tugged his small cock out into the air.  It was as hard as it
could be, and he stroked it roughly as he laved his friend's tender nub.  He
felt Bobby's now-familiar shudder beginning, and he knew the Coach was about
to taste the hot spurt of thin 11-year-old cream.  He envied the Coach this
treat, but he knew he's get another chance soon himself.

The Coach was all the way down on the big cock when the shudders hit, and
though it had been a long time, he had felt this happen enough times to
know to pull back and take the blast of hot jizz directly onto his tongue,
so that he could taste its sweet, musky goodness.  There wasn't much, but
then he wouldn't have been surprised if Bobby had been completely dry like
Davey, being only 11 and still hairless.  Overall he preferred hairless,
and if he had to choose was glad to forgo the reward of jism in favor of a 
smooth and hairless little body.  But right now Bobby was in that magical
window of perfection, the transition period from little boy to adolescent
in which he still had the beautiful body of a boy, but could manufacture a
tiny precious amount of the stuff he would someday spray copiously over
his own chest and stomach, and onto and into partners of one or both
genders.  Davey still had this wonderful, but all too brief, moment to
look forward to, if indeed it would happen for him at all, for some boys
never do have any cream to shoot until after their peachfuzz begins to
sprout.  The Coach hoped Davey would be one of the lucky ones, and that
he'd be lucky enough to be there to share it. 

Bobby bucked his hips back and forth as his climax peaked, and it was all
he could do to keep his balance as the hot wave of his orgasm climbed up
from his guts, rocketed up the column of his long, thin cock and blasted
out of him for only the third time in his young life.  Davey had jacked
one out of him, and sucked one out of him, and though he had been looking
forward all day to wanking one out himself last night in bed he was just
too tired after the boring evening at Grandma's and drifted off to sleep
still gripping his semi-stiff cock, before he ever got remotely close to
orgasm.  Now he was glad he hadn't managed it last night, or he wouldn't
have any this morning for the Coach.  It was very weird to be shooting his
jizz into the Coach's mouth, leaning there against the desk with his pants
around his knees and his best friend's hot mouth working over his tittie,
but he couldn't for the life of him think of a reason not to enjoy it.

The Coach sucked firmly on Bobby's cock a minute or so after taking the
delicious drops of hot cum.  He could go down on its five-inch length
fairly easily, the head barely entering his throat when he was all the
way down.  It reminded him of deep-throating Jason, who had nearly as much
cock at 13 as Bobby has at 11, only thicker, and of course back then the
Coach's mouth was a lot smaller.   He slurped back off of it and kissed
the tip tenderly, then turned just to the left and began to lick at Davey's
cock and the hand that slid back and forth on it.  He wanted this other
sweet little cock, too, perhaps more than he had wanted Bobby's.  This was a
special boy, the boy who had reawakened within him the one thing that really
gave him joy.  He really felt something for Davey, and this time sucking him
would be a gift rather than an animal coupling.

Davey felt the hot, slippery tongue on his fingers first, then felt it
brush his small cockhead.  He still sucked Bobby's engorged nipple, but he
immediately knew he had to have his pleasure right now or he'd never manage
to get through the day.  He released his friend's little tittie and moaned,
"Oh, Coach!  Yes!"

Instantly the man's mouth was all the way down on him, his lips against
the cotton of his white underpants where the small dick jutted out of the
opening.  Then Davey felt the pants being yanked down without even
unbuttoning, and then they were at his ankles and the mouth was clamped to
his hairless pubes, a pair of strong hands cupping his soft ass and a deep
moan of the man's pleasure vibrating his dick exquisitely.  Davey threw
his head back and pressed his eyes tightly closed as the big, slick tongue
slid over his tender flesh and the strong suction seemed to pull his very
soul right out through his cock.  Then his reverie was replaced by instant
fear as he felt himself lifted bodily from the floor, still crushed
against the Coach's sucking mouth but now supported in mid-air by the
strong hands under his butt.

"Whoah!" he exclaimed a bit too loudly for comfort, and was startled
again when without warning he was tipped backwards and found himself
falling, but slowly, controlled by the Coach's strong arms.  The cool
vinyl of the sofa was suddenly underneath him, and he was finally able to
relax again and concentrate on the marvelous sensations that had never
even paused during this pax de deux.  The Coach's hands slipped out from
under his ass and he felt the pants being pulled completely free from his
ankles and his knees pushed wide apart, and he knew the blowjob was about
to start in earnest.

     With his knees spread wide apart, the conditioned air quickly found
Davey's balls hanging heavily against his inner thigh.  The feeling of the 
cool air against his balls while his cock was in the sauna of Coach's
mouth kicked Davey hard onto the fast path to orgasm.  Davey's hips 
started to rock and buck in time with Coach's ministrations and he felt
the cool air now strike his little pink asshole as Coach spread his cheeks
apart with one hand.  Davey moaned in pleasure and opened his eyes to see if
Bobby was enjoying the show.  Bobby, for his part, had gotten on his knees
and was now trying to jack off the Coach's humongous cock.  Davey surmised
that his best friend was simply trying to pay Coach back for the 
tremendous favor.

     Davey's eyes closed as pleasure washed over him again.  Coach had 
just slipped his finger down into Davey's crack and was exploring his
little orifice.  With this heavenly new feeling flooding over Davey's 
body, he knew that he was not far from his climax.  Coach's finger
reminded Davey of Bobby's young, hot, pulsing cock from the other night.
Bobby's thin prick felt a thousand times better up his young asshole than
Coach's finger did, but he wasn't complaining.  Between Coach's glorious
blowjob and his incredibly dextrous finger, Davey was barely able to absorb
all the pleasure he was receiving.  He tried to  tell Coach that he was
coming but all he could do was whimper.  Coach sensed  the tensions growing
stronger in Davey's boyhood and engulfed both Davey's  cock and balls in his
mouth.  The new suction created an irresistable  pathway to orgasm for Davey
and his body started to hump and grind violently  with the orgasm coursing
through his body.  Bobby's hands had performed  their magic upon Coach's
cock as well and the large man started to come  himself, causing him to suck
harder and harder upon Davey's pre-pubescent  tool.  Finally, their orgasms
wound down and Bobby smiled with satisfaction  seeing that he wasn't the
only one to have been on cloud nine a quarter till classes started for the
day.

     Coach stood up and placed his boy-loving cock back inside his 
nylon warm up pants, leaving Davey to recover on the couch.  Bobby's hands
started to roam over Davey's open body tyring to find the right places
to bring him some more pleasure.  Coach let his hand slide behind Bobby and
up into Bobby's exposed crack.  The pleasures Bobby was giving Davey were
reflected in an electric tingle that coursed throughout his body as Coach
gently placed a finger upon Bobby's tiny, puckered asshole.

     Davey's eyes opened as his friend's hands were roaming all over him,
tweaking him here and fondling him there.  He started to look around the
office, never having been in there for long except when it was dark.
Unfortunately, his view roamed over the clock hanging on the wall. "Oh 
Shit!!!" he exclaimed, causing both Bobby and Coach to jump back in alarm.
"It's ten after eight." he added.  "Bobby, we're late for homeroom."

     "Don't worry about being late boys," Coach Matthews said as he
walked over to his desk.  He wrote out something twice and handed the
sheets of paper to the boys explaining, "Here are some hall passes for
you.  Tell your teachers that I apologize for making you late to class
in order to fill out those reports."  He gave both boys a wink as they
quickly hurried into their clothes and checked themselves in the mirror
hanging on the wall.

     "Thanks Coach!" the boys chirped in unison.

     "Hope to see you in gym," Bobby called as they walked out the door.

     Both boys made it into their homeroom period without any fuss from
their teachers once they turned in their hall passes.  Davey, whose
thoughts kept roaming to the upcoming sleep-over, was surprised that he
was just barely able to keep from having an erection all day.  

     Gym period came that day and once again, Davey was treated to the 
wonderful views presented to him by all of his classmates.  He knew that
his own cock would spring up in a second if he didn't keep himself focused
so he dressed as quickly as he could and was first outside for the 
calisthenics.  Davey tried to catch Brad's eye as Brad walked out of the
locker room, but Brad wouldn't even look in his direction.  Despite Brad's
lack of attention, Davey was the darling of the jock set again today.  His
detention workout had won him the admiration of the entire soccer team,
and he was the subject of many frequent calls of support during the game.
Coach Matthews didn't say anything directly to Davey or Bobby, but they
both knew that his eyes were following them while they played flag
football that day. 

     Eventually, the period was over and the boys went inside to shower and
change back into their regular clothes.  Davey's mind lit up at the 
thought of being able to get another wonderful view of so many young,
creamy, hairless boy-cocks.  Another wicked idea flashed through his mind
and he carefully scanned the wall by the shower before he went in.  
Spotting Coach's little peephole, Davey made sure to give his new adult 
lover quite a show before he went in to the showers.  As he stepped into the
drying area he casually brushed at the stack of towels on the table, 
tumbling four of them to the floor.  Positioning his back directly at the 
peephole, he bent to pick them up without bending his knees, doing his 
absolute best to open his round little buttcheeks wide and expose his 
hungry asshole to the Coach's view.  He smiled inwardly as he imagined the
raging hardon the Coach probably had by now.

     As Davey walked into the showers he glanced quickly at some of the
peekers club members.  Chris and Mark had looks of anxiety on their faces
and Chip just looked upset over something.  Davey casually glanced over to 
Brad, hoping to catch the best part of the show.  Brad, for his part, wasn't
giving a show, which explained the looks on the Peekers club members.  
As a matter of fact, Brad wasted no time getting cleaned up and showered.
He quickly left the shower room.  Davey, sensing something was wrong, 
hurried up with his shower and went back to the locker room.

     Once in the locker room, Davey saw Greg and his steel grey eyes staring
angrily at Brad.  Davey barely overheard Greg whisper fiercely at Brad
"What's up with you?"  Brad just looked Greg up and down and whispered 
back even more fiercely "Fuck off.  Go find someone else to stare at, 
queerboy!"  Brad would have said more but Davey walked over and motioned
him to the side.  Brad feeling twangs of guilt from last night, threw an  
evil glare at Greg and walked off to the side with Davey.  

     "Look, Brad.  Don't make the mistake of taking your frustrations
out on your friends.  If you need to talk with someone, you can always talk
with me.  Don't throw away your friends, though, just because you're upset
with yourself.  What's going on that's got you so upset?"

     "I just did a lot of thinking about last night.  I like you, Davey, 
but, I'm straight, and that's the way I gotta be.  I can handle myself, 
thank you."  Brad whispered back.  Then, suddenly and without provocation, 
Brad shoved Davey to the other side of the lockers and shouted "What goes 
around, comes around, prick."

     Davey shot an imploring look into Brad's hazel eyes, and he saw
Brad's resolve falter.  Davey barely heard Brad whisper "I'm sorry."  
Then the iron curtain once again descended upon Brad.  Brad said "Come on, 
Davey.  You want to start a fight?  I'll kick your scrawny little ass!  Come 
on!  Shit, I know girls who could fight better than you!"  

     Brad stood there, muscles tensed and ready for the strike.  His biceps
rippled with power.  With his teeth clenched and his breathing becoming short
and rapid, Brad glared at Davey.  Davey, still recoiling from the shock of 
slamming into the locker just stared back at Brad.  Brad's white knuckles
stood at attention, waiting for a reason to strike.  Davey began to cringe
at the sight of his new-found friend turning on him before his very eyes.

     The jock set and the rest of the sixth grade class wandered over to 
see what was going on.  Brad, dressed only in his jean-shorts, stood all 
tensed and ready to fight.  Davey, wrapped only in a towel, just looked back 
at Brad.  Suddenly, Davey's eye caught the shadow of Coach Matthews entering 
the locker room, and turned quickly to walk off to his locker.  Brad was just
about to say something when Coach Matthews' voice boomed out "What's going 
on in here.  Can't you girls get dressed without my having to supervise you?
Howell!  What are you doing there with everybody standing around you?  
Well?  Answer me boy!"

     Brad looked up with fear in his face and for a moment thought he saw
his father.  Then his vision cleared and he realized it was only Coach
Matthews.  "N-n-no-nothing sir.  I-I-I don't know why they're staring at
me.  They must be a bunch of queers or something." he finally stammered
out. 

     "There'll be none of that talk in my locker room, Howell.  Everybody
get back to your lockers and get dressed.  Howell, if you cause any more
trouble, you're in detention."

     Greg, recognizing a chance to get onto Brad's good side again, spoke up
and said, "But sir, Davey Peters started the fight with Brad." 

     "Williams, do expect me to believe that cockamamie when Peters isn't
even in this locker aisle?  Every word more I hear out of your mouth,
Williams, is going to be a detention.  Now everyone, I said move!"

     "Coach!"

     "That's one, Williams.  Today after school be there."  And with that
final proclamation, everyone went back to dressing.

     Davey desperately wanted to discuss things with Bobby over lunch, but
with the crowd of kids at the table with them and the throng that hung
around them on the playground hoping to see Brad kick his ass, they never 
got the chance.  The rest of the school day was tense, to say the least.
Brad kept shooting nasty glares at Davey, and made him so uncomfortable he
finally scrunched down in his seat to where Dorothy Finster's big hair 
shielded him.  It was awkward, but better than Brad's evil eye.

     Finally, the day was over, and Davey sighed a big breath of relief. 
He wasn't sure what had gotten into Brad, but Davey definitely knew that
Brad wasn't his usual self.  As Davey walked to his locker, he caught sight 
of Timmy.  "Hey, Timmy!" he called.

     "What?  Oh hey, Davey, how ya doing?  What's the deal between you and
Brad now?  Everybody's saying that you two are going to duke it out right
after soccer practice."

     Davey visibly shuddered at the mention of today's incident.  He replied
"I don't know.  Brad just went psycho on me and tried to start a fight.  I 
just really don't know what I did to make him so upset.  Other than that, I'm
not doing too bad.  As a matter of fact, I'm having a sleepover tonight, that
ought to help put today in the past."

     "I hear ya.  That was just freaky.  I mean I thought that you and Brad
were beginning to get along really well, and he just, like, flipped out on 
you.  I'm glad I wasn't in your shoes.  Brad could have kicked my ass twice
and then sideways without even blinking.  So what's the story with your
sleepover tonight.  Are your parent's going out of town?  That would be
pretty cool."

     "Nah, the parents are home. It's just going to be a little campout in
the backyard.  We've got this huge tent that's awesome for sleepovers."  
Davey did his best not to seem too anxious.  "There's plenty of room.  You 
wanna camp out too, Timmy?" 

     Timmy lit up in astonished delight.  "Yeah, sure!  But I gotta ask my
parents.  I'll give you a call.  After dinner though, right?"

     "Sounds good.  I hope to see you tonight." Davey responded.  He was
pleased at Timmy's enthusiasm for sleeping over but surprised that he knew
not to call before dinner.  Maybe Bobby was right about Timmy, Davey 
thought.  Maybe Timmy really was dying to get closer to Davey. 


Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an155010@anon.penet.fi (<the man with no name>)
Date: Sat,  3 Dec 1994 05:06:51 UTC
Subject: STORY: Davey & Bobby, chap 8, part 1


Standard Disclaimers apply.  If you don't like it, don't read it.  Here's a
hint;  Try hitting "n"

Of course, all characters are fictional.  Any resemblance between the
characters and real live perople is pure coincidence.

Author's note:  I'd like to publicly thank Gamin Paramour for all of his help
with continuing this series.  The fact that this series is his "brainchild"
is always on my mind whenever I'm composing.  I hope that my continuation is
up to par for you, the audience.  If not, drop me a line and tell me what you
would like to see out of it.  (BTW, if I'm not too busy, I'll probably write
back.  Just make sure the subject says D & B, so I'll know to ignore it! :-) 
)  Oh, and if the series doesn't do anything for you, or you're priggish and
get offended by this exploration in fiction, try hitting "n" next time.

I'll post chap 8 in two different pieces cause I'm busy and don't have enough
friggin time.  Your patience is appreciated.

As always, flames are laughed at.








NEW m/m pedo story November 1994 Davey & Bobby (Chapters Eight, part 1)
by <the man with no name>
co-author Gamin Paramour

     After Davey had finished inviting Timmy over, he hurried over to the
locker room to wait.  He knew his mother would spaz if he took too much
time geting home, but he had to meet with Brad.

     Outside, the soccer players were stretching and getting ready for 
their daily practice.  Today was going to be a killer day since they had
been sent home early yesterday.  Also, they had a big game tomorrow, so
they were going to drill for that.  Coach was overlooking the players,  
allowing them to call out the stretches, when he remembered the day's 
earlier events.  "Howell!  Come here!" he barked out.

     Brad looked up from his stretches when he heard his name called.  That
tone in Coach's voice meant he was in for some serious trouble.  Brad got 
up and jogged over to Coach Matthews.  "Yes, Coach."

     In a lowered voice, so the rest of the team couldn't hear, Coach 
asked Brad, "What was behind all that grab-ass in the locker room today?
Were you trying to start a fight with Peters?"

     "No, Coach, he started it, and it really wasn't a fight.  He tried to
push me first.  I just wasn't going to take that from him."

     "I see.  Well, I've already talked with Peters, and he gave me a 
completely different story.  You better go talk with Peters and get your
stories resolved.  You're going home for the day and I'm sorry, but you
can't play in the game tomorrow until you get this resolved.  School rules
state that anyone in a fight isn't allowed to play."

     "Coach, it wasn't a fight!  Come on.  You know my dad will kill
me if I don't play tomorrow.  This is the big game!  Come on!  Please,
Coach, please!!  I'll do anything!  It wasn't even a fight anyway!"

     "Williams!  If you slack off again, you'll be doing detention all of 
next week." Coach barked out suddenly, causing Greg Williams to speed up
on his ten laps around the track.  Coach Matthews turned back to Brad and
said "Look, I'm sorry, but I've got to follow the school rules.  Why don't 
you talk this out with Peters and see what you two think really happened.
If I hear out of Peters that you two weren't fighting, then I can let you
play.  You're going home for today, though.  Go hit the showers."

     Brad saw the look of determination on Coach's face and knew that it was
helpless.  He went back into the locker room and changed his clothes to go
home. Back outside, he ran into Davey who had been waiting patiently for
Brad's arrival.

     "Hey Brad, wha'cha doing?  I thought that you had practice.  Isn't the
big game tomorrow?" Davey asked.

     Brad, thinking he had been set up, grabbed Davey and shoved him up
against the wall.  "Look, Peters, I don't need this crap out of you right
now.  I thought that you were cool, but I'm quickly changing my mind.
And you better tell Coach it wasn't a fight, okay?"

     "Brad, what's a teacher to think if they saw us right now?  You're 
choking me, slamming me to the wall.  They'd think that you're either some
sick kid or starting a fight.  Now, let go of me.  We'll talk about this on
the way to your house."

     Brad, realizing what he had done, slowly let go of Davey as a look
of confusion crawled across his face.  They both walked out of the school
building and headed towards the Howell homestead.  As they walked, Davey's
mind raced for ways to keep the conversation going.

     "So what was up with you in the showers today?  I thought you enjoyed
guys watching you.  And why did you try to start a fight with me?" Davey
started.

     "I-I-I-I just didn't want anyone looking at me today.  I don't like
it anymore.  I'm not some queer little fuck.  I'm straight.  And I don't like
looking at other boys.  Okay?  Can't you fags let a kid be straight?"

     Davey looked into Brad's eyes and saw that same cold stare that had
washed over Brad in the locker today.  "Brad, why are you doing this to
yourself?  You know as well as I know that you had the world's biggest
hard-on last night.  Have you suddenly decided that you don't enjoy dancing
anymore, either?"

     "Look Davey, you don't understand.  I have to make my father happy and
do what he wants me to.  I just have to.  It's called loyalty.  Something
you've probably never heard of from the way your treating me.  He wants me to
be the star athlete, and I can't be gay because my father was never gay.  Now
look, I've got to play in this game tomorrow, or my dad will kill me.  Tell
Coach it was only a joke."

     "It wasn't a joke, Brad.  You started a fight with me by slamming me
into that locker today.  You're trying to hurt your friends because you can't
admit to what you are.  Just be yourself.  Don't throw away your friends just
because your father won't let you live your own life.  When is the star
soccer player going to be able to slide across a stage on his knees?  Explain
to me how you're going to be happy being your father when you're not him. 
Tell me that, and I'll talk to Coach Matthews as well as get out of your
life.  Until then, you're still my friend, and I'm going to try to help you
out."

     "FUCK YOU, Peters!  You don't know my life.  You don't know me.  You're
just some stupid fag who gets off looking at other guys!  Fuck You!  I don't
have to explain shit to you.  Even if I did explain, you still wouldn't be
able to understand.  Just be glad that you don't have to deal with my life. 
I'd trade places with anyone in a heartbeat.  You're not fucking helping so
get out of my fucking life you sick piece of faggot ass shit!"

     Davey looked up at Brad, who had tears crawling down his delicate face.
Brad's face was twisted into a contortion of rage and fear and confusion.  
The eleven year old did not know what to do, he only knew what he had been
told to do.  Davey paused, and then finally said "Fine, Brad.  Live your
life the way your father wants you to.  You can play tomorrow in the game,
just tell Coach that you talked to me.  Goodbye and good luck in the game." 
And with that, Davey turned and started walking towards his own house.

     Davey was approaching the end of the block when he heard a cracking, 
emotion filled voice cry "Wait!  Davey, please stop.  Come back.  Please."
The pleading tone in Brad's voice caused Davey to pause.  But then Davey
thought about Bobby, realizing he didn't need any more trouble in his life. 
Davey started to continue along his way again.  Once again, Brad called
"Wait", but this time his voice was much closer.  Davey turned to look back
and saw Brad stop no more than an arm's length away.

     "Davey, I-I-I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have said that.  I...I..I just need
to talk with someone.  I can't handle all of this shit.  I'm sorry.  I
understand if you don't want to, but can you please come over tonight to
talk?"

     Davey was torn between his friend in need and his exciting plans for
the evening. "I'm sorry, Brad, but I can't come over.  I'm having a
sleepover party at my house. If you want though, you could come too.  Show
up around eight thirty or nine." 

     Brad's mouth formed a half smile and a half grimace.  "Davey, other
people will be there and I really want to talk with just you.  I'll still
come, though, if my Dad doesn't ground me because of practice."  Brad gazed
at Davey for a moment and then suddenly hugged him, whispering "Thanks." ,
thoroughly confusing Davey.  Davey definitely didn't know if Brad's leg
brushing across his crotch was accidental or not.

     Davey walked into his house and called out, "Hi, Mom!!"

     "Oh, hello there, dear.  And how was school today?"

     "Just fine, Mom.  Mmmm, those cookies smell good.  Could I have a
sleepover tonight?  Some of the guys and I want to camp out in the 
backyard.  It will only be like two or three guys.  Could I please, Mom?
Pretty, pretty please?"

     "I've never seen you so worked up for a camp-over!  You didn't even ask
for a cookie yet.  Well, it's fine with me if it's alright with your
father." 

     "Thanks, Mom.  I'll go start on my homework now."  And with that,
Davey gave her a peck on the cheek, stole a warm chocolate chip cookie
from the tray with a mischievous grin, and went off to do his homework. 
His cock throbbed in anticipation of the night's events. 

     As soon as Davey's Dad had walked in the door from work, Davey popped
the question on him.  "Well, I don't see why not.  It ought to be some
needed fun for you kids.  Would you like your mother or me to bring out
some snacks later tonight?"

     Davey, realizing the potential predicament that could place him in,
responded "Well, I was kinda hoping it could be a guys' night out.  We
didn't really want to be interrupted, but I guess if either you or Mom
really wanted to bring some treats..."

     Davey's father, in a brilliant stroke of observation, realized his son's
desire for privacy.  "I see, sounds like you guys want to have some privacy. 
I'll make sure your mother and I manage not to make it out to the tent
tonight."

     "Thanks, Dad."

     Bobby came over shortly after dinner and helped Davey set up the tent
in the backyard.  "So, what did Timmy say?  Did he look like he wanted to
come over or not?  And better yet..."

     Davey interrupted, "You know, Bobby, if I didn't know you better, I'd
say you were a sex depraved maniac, thinking about it as much as you do.  But
then I guess that would make me one, too."  At which, both boys broke into
laughter. 

Davey's mother interrupted their merriment by calling, "Davey, you have a
call from Timmy Branson."

     "Thanks, Mom.  I'll be right there."  And in a more conspiratorial tone
"Well, that will either be good news or bad news.  I'll be nice and not tell
him about the maniacs here."  Both boys once again broke into gales of
laughter.

     "Hello, this is Davey."

     "Hi, Davey, this is Timmy.  Are you still having the campover tonight?
I've already asked my parents and they said it's okay."

     "Yeah I'm still having it, Timmy.  As a matter of fact, Bobby and I 
are setting up the tent now."

     At the mention of Bobby, Timmy let out an almost imperceptible groan,
and some of his enthusiasm was lost when he replied, "Okay, I should be
able to come over in about an hour or so.  I have some chores that I have
to do first, but then I'll be right over."

     Davey, hearing the tone in Timmy's voice, was instantly alarmed.  
"Timmy, is something wrong?  Didn't you know Bobby was staying over too?"

     "Oh, no, nothing's wrong.  I just have some chores that I have to do
first.  I guess it just never struck me that Bobby would be there tonight as
well.  I should have thought that one out, since you guys are  best friends
and all."

     That and more, Davey thought.  "Is Bobby being here tonight a problem,
Timmy?  I mean, my parents would cream me if they heard us fighting."

     "No, no, there's no problem at all.  I just thought for some silly
reason that we were going to be alone tonight.  Don't get worked up over
it or anything.  I'll be over in about an hour, okay?"

     "No problem, see ya then."  Davey hung up the phone with a slight grin
on his face.  So, he wanted us to be alone, he thought as he walked out the
door to go finish setting up the tent.

     Timmy came over about an hour later and was shown to the backyard by 
Davey's parents.  He walked into the tent and exclaimed, "Jesus, I've never
seen a tent this big before.  How many people can it hold?"

     "I think it can hold about eight or ten.  My dad picked it up from some
Boy Scout troop that was buying new tents.  It's a little musty smelling,
but it's a great way to get away from the parents."

     "Cool, so what do you guys want to do."

     Bobby and Davey exchanged glances saying exactly what they wanted to
do, but they both decided not to say it out loud.  Bobby, barely able to
suppress his grin said, "Oh, I don't know.  We could play some poker or
something."

     "Sounds cool, let's play."

     The boys cleared out a space on the floor.  Timmy threw his stuff in a
corner and they sat down to play some cards.  Bobby dealt first, and they
soon started chatting about the usual things, teachers, gym class, the
soccer game, the most underdeveloped girls, typical sixth grade stuff.  By
some unspoken agreement they talked about everything except Davey's
altercation with Brad. 

     After a short while, Davey said, "This isn't fair.  I'm winning nearly
every other round and I've got nothing to prove it by."

     Bobby snorted and then replied, "Every other round?  You're full of it.
I've been winning more than you have.  Do you want to play for money?"

     Timmy piped up, "You're both nuts.  I've been winning more than
either of you have.  I'd play for money, only I don't have any with me."

     Davey answered, "Well, I'd loan you guys some money, but I know that 
Bobby would never pay me back.  I think we'll  have to figure something else
out."

     "I would too pay you back, Davey.  I always have before.  But if you're
that worried about it, let's play for something more interesting." 
Bobby's face lit up in a wicked grin.  "Let's play strip poker, and then
we'll know for sure who's winning." 

     "Well, that's cool," Timmy said, "and I have an idea to make it even
more interesting, if you guys are willing to go along with it."  He
reached into his backpack and produced a tall twenty-two ounce bottle of
Zima. Astonished, Davey & Bobby saw the condesation rolling off of it's
sides and looked at each other with worried glances.  Timmy added, "I
think it's only fair, to even up the odds between the losers and the
winner.  The losers take off a piece of clothing and the winner takes a
swig.  It ought to make things more interesting, anyway." 

     "I don't know about that, Timmy.  I mean, my parents haven't even
talked to me about drinking yet.  And they lectured me about sex a year
ago." Bobby grinned in embarrassment as the other two boys broke up in
laughter. 

     "I'm sorry for laughing, Bobby." Timmy said amidst gales of laughter. 
"I know what you're saying, but these things aren't so bad.  My Dad goes
through these like they're water. OK, he's blitzed half the time, but it
usually takes him a few to warm up.  I don't think a third of one will hurt
us.  And don't worry about him figuring it out.  He'll never miss it." 

     "Jesus, Timmy," Davey finally spoke up.  "You know the kind of
trouble I could get in if my folks came out here and caught us with that? 
I'd be grounded until my kids are in college."  Then after a moment's
thought, "Of course my Dad did say they wouldn't be coming out tonight..." 

     "So what's the problem?  Don't you want to have a good time?" And then
Timmy gave one of his patented snaggle-toothed grins, causing any resolve
Davey had to melt. 

     Davey gulped and licked his lips nervously.  He'd had the Drugs And
Alcohol lecture about a hundred times, and he believed what his Dad said
about substance abuse being the short cut to nowhere.  But even his Dad
had a few beers on weekends, and wine with dinner several nights a week. 
What could a little taste hurt?  And the look on Bobby's face clearly
said he was up for it.  That was Bobby all over, the naughtier the better
as long as nobody got hurt.

     "What the hell?" Davey finally sighed.  "Deal 'em out, Bobby."
     
     "Allright!" Bobby exclaimed, grinning broadly as he began passing
out the cards.  "We have to set some rules, though, OK?  Belts don't
count, 'cause Davey's the only one wearing one, and it wouldn't be fair. 
And shoes and socks go together, as one thing.  When you lose your shoes
you lose both of them, and the same for your socks."

     Davey might have argued the shoes and socks point, but he recognized
Bobby's ploy to get somebody naked as quickly as possible and agreed
immediately.  Timmy only shook his head in assent. 

      Davey, true to his proclamations, won the first round.  "OK, boys, 
Read them and strip.  Both shoes, too, remember?  And Timmy, while you're
at it, pass that bottle over here."  Now that he had decided to do this, he
was proud to be the first to taste the forbidden fruit.  Bobby and Timmy
promptly took off their shoes and threw them into one of the corners of the
tent. It wasn't much of a reward to see the two boys in their stocking
feet, but just knowing they were one poker hand closer to beautiful
nudity made Davey's cock jump.  He picked up the giant bottle in both his
small hands with some difficulty, saying, "Shit, we don't have a can
opener." 

     A crestfallen look came over Timmy's face as the problem was announced. 
Then, his face brightened up again.  "Davey, you dummy, it's a screw top."

     Davey replied, "Don't you mean twist off?" which was responded to by
laughter out of Bobby and Timmy.  Davey tried to twist the top off of the
bottle but got nowhere fast.  "Well, anyway, I still can't get the top off
of this thing." 

     Timmy quickly reached over, nearly falling into Davey's lap but
definitely brushing his hand across Davey's already stirring boyhood.
Timmy removed the top from the bottle explaining, "Dad has me grab him a
drink sometimes." 

     Davey just held the bottle to his nose, sniffing the clear liquid. 
"What's it taste like, Timmy?" 

     "I don't know how to describe it.  It's a lot better than beer.  My dad
usually shares some of his drink with me, if I ask.  It's a good taste,
you'll like it, I'm sure.  Just try it."

     Davey looked at Timmy, who was all eyes for Davey, and then he looked
over at Bobby.  Seeing Bobby nod, Davey mustered up some courage and tipped
the bottle back, letting a big air bubble rise inside the bottle.  He
brought the bottle down and said, "Wow, that's kinda good.  I thought it
would be really nasty like beer or something.  Cool."

     Bobby reached over to grab the bottle, flicking Davey's nipples
underneath his shirt at the same time, saying "Let me try some."

     Timmy interjected, "Hey, Bobby, wait your turn.  You've gotta win a
round before you can drink.  Those are the rules."

     Bobby gave Timmy a sour look, but sat back down and re-shuffled the
cards.  Bobby took the next round, demanding Davey's shoes and Timmy's
socks.  He took just as big as a drink as Davey and set the bottle down,
giving a loud and satisfied belch, causing the other boys to start laughing.
Davey glanced at Timmy's crotch and thought that he saw a lump underneath
Timmy's jean shorts. Davey glanced over at Bobby and definitely saw the
lump that he desired to be playing with right now.  For his part, Bobby had
had a hard-on since Timmy had brushed by his cock. 

     Timmy won next, evening the contest with all three boys now
barefoot.  Without hesitation he took the bottle and tipped it nearly
vertical, taking a far bigger slug than either Davey or Bobby had,
probably twice as much, and afterward wiping his mouth with the back of his
hand and smacking his lips in satisfaction.  "Good stuff, man!" he
grinned, already looking a little glazed.  Davey and Bobby shared
a worried look. 

     Another round was dealt, and for his efforts at poker Davey found
himself rewarded with the beautiful view of two young, naked chests as his
opponents peeled off their shirts and tossed them aside.  Timmy's nipples
were standing out like soldiers at attention. Bobby's weren't too far
behind, reflecting the obvious excitement that all of the boys felt. 
Davey took another slug of the alcohol, a bit more than the last time now
that he was getting used to it and losing some of his fear.  It felt cool
going down but warm in his stomach, and for the first time in his young
life he realized that something was different in his perception of the
world.  It was a little bit like feeling sleepy, but not really.  Things
seemed to be moving just the slightest bit slower than normal.  It
occurred to him that he should be frightened of this new experience, but
he had to admit he wasn't.  He didn't know if the alcohol had anything to
do with it, but as he glanced back and forth from Bobby's familiar and
delicious hard nips to the delightful new delicacies that beckoned from
Timmy's narrow chest, he realized he was about as horny as he could ever
imagine being.

     On the next hand Davey screwed up and threw away half of the pair of
kings he had been dealt.  He couldn't believe he did something so stupid,
and again some rational part of his brain that was standing off to the
side observing things noted that he was slightly, but noticeably, impaired
by the booze.  It made him slightly proud, oddly enough.  How many of the
he-man jocks had ever been drunk at 11 years old?  He giggled softly and
began peeling off his shirt, knowing he had no chance of winning with a
king high.  He had a little trouble getting it off over his head, and when
he emerged from the darkness back into the lantern light he caught his
breath at the lovely sight he had almost missed. Timmy was wiggling out of
his shorts, grinning a bit stupidly as he kicked them aside and sat
cross-legged in only his small white underpants.  The lump in that tiny
garment was unmistakeable, and Davey shot a look at Bobby but saw his
friend's eyes locked on that telltale sign of Timmy's arousal.  Timmy
made no move to cover himself, and in fact seemed to open his knees a
little wider for inspection.  Davey licked his dry lips and absently
adjusted his own hardness.

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Watch for part two.

Side note: It might help if you keep a copy of this post to get you back in
the mood.  I can't guarantee how soon part 2 will be put out.

More to come (pardon the pun).

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an155010@anon.penet.fi (<the man with no name>)
Date: Mon,  5 Dec 1994 23:49:06 UTC
Subject: STORY: Davey & Bobby, chap 8, part two


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Davey & Bobby, chap 8, part two.

     One more deal of the cards and Timmy won, delaying the uncovering of
his obviously stiff prod and costing Davey and Bobby their pants.  Timmy
downed another mammoth gulp, and eagerly watched his two
companions slip their second to last garments down and off.  All three
boys's erections had become quite evident know, there was no doubt in
anyone's mind that everyone was quite aroused.

     "This is bullshit, you guys," Davey said.  "We all won the same
number of hands, so what did that prove?"  He grabbed the bottle and
brought it to his lips taking a big drink. "I'm tired of playing poker. 
Let's just pass the bottle around and do something else."

     Bobby fought Timmy off for the bottle and took an as equally big drink
as Davey.  He finished and passed the bottle to Timmy saying, "Yeah, let's
do something else."

     Timmy, to the amazement of the other two boys, finished off the
remaining quarter of the bottle.  Finally, he put the bottle down and said,
"No kidding, poker was getting old and I didn't get my fair share of the
Zima."

     "Shit, you had half of it by yourself," Davey replied. "But just
'cause we're nice guys, we'll let you pick the next game. How's that?"

     "Sounds good."  Timmy slurred.  "Why don't we put this bottle to use
and play spin the bottle?  I go first!"  He then set the bottle down and
haphazardly managed spin it around. The bottle ended up pointing towards Davey. 
"Okay, Davey. Truth:  what really happened with you and Brad today?"


     "Give me the dare." Davey said without even blinking.

     "Okay, although that was an easy one.  I dare you to take your underwear
off
and stay butt-naked for the rest of the game."

     A deep, red blush came over Davey's face as he took his white, cotton
briefs off, exposing his erection.  It was odd.  He had been dying to get
naked and have some fun with Timmy, but now that he had to expose himself first
he was somewhat embarrassed.  Perhaps it was the alcohol, or simply lust upon
Timmy's part, but he didn't say anything about Davey's young, hairless cock
standing at attention.  Davey, acting quickly, took his turn, with the bottle
ending up pointing towards Bobby. 

     "Just give me the dare, Davey.  You know I won't answer the questions
you want to ask." Bobby said, giving Davey a wink.

     "Okay, no problem.  I dare you to steal Timmy's underwear right off of him
and to offer him yours."  Davey sighed in relief at being able to get the other
two boys naked so easily.  He was glad that he and Bobby were best friends and
would do anything for each other. 

     Bobby, with an evil grin on his face and before Timmy could react, leaped
over at Timmy and upended the alcohol-slowed boy, pulling the small white
briefs right off of him.  Bobby stood up and did a little dance over
Timmy.  He then slowly took his own underwear off and held them out to Timmy
saying, "Wnat these to cover that stiff banana?" 

     Timmy grabbed Bobby's underwear, throwing them into a corner saying,
"Sorry, I'd rather stay naked."  All three of the boys started laughing at
Timmy's instantaneous rejection of Bobby's offer.

     Davey was glad that he was hard as a rock already.  The sight of his
lover standing over Timmy, with all five, full, erect inches was simply too
much.  He was beginning to wish he hadn't invited Timmy so that he could
jump Bobby then and there.  Timmy, for his part, hadn't failed to notice the
erections on the other two boys complementing his own.  Timmy looked up at
Bobby and said "Look, do you want me to do something with that or are you
gonna spin the bottle?"

     Bobby sat down and spun the bottle.  It ended up pointing at Timmy,
causing Bobby to grin again.  "Okay, Timmy.  Just what did you mean by 'do
you want me to do something with that'?"

     Timmy's face grew darker than an apple on a summer day.  He looked at
Bobby, over to Davey and then back to Bobby again.  "Um...uh...."

     "Woah, time is up!" Davey interrupted.  "Gee golly gosh, Bobby, it looks
like you're just going to have to give Timmy the dare."

     Brad's grin grew a mile wide at Davey's playing around.  "Alright, Davey,
it's your tent, you make the rules.  Timmy, instead of telling me what you
wanted
to do, I dare you to do it to Davey."

     Timmy's face did the impossible and grew to an even deeper shade of red. 
His alcohol befuddled mind struggled to come up with an excuse from what he
really wanted to do.  "Um, guys, what if, like, well, it's really..."

     "Timmy, just shut up and do it.  We're all guys here.  It's not like we
aren't hard or anything.  Just do what you want to do.  Besides, we're not
telling anyone anything." Davey said, cutting off Timmy.

     "Okay," Timmy said, giving up.  He crawled over to Davey, and gently
pushed him down. Davey helped by lying down and uncrossing his legs,
stretching them out flat. Timmy gazed longingly over Davey's naked body. 
The tan-lines marking where Davey wore his shorts all summer stood out in
the pale light given off by the electric lantern. Timmy simply drank in
the beautiful sight of Davey's body as he lay there, waiting for Timmy's
ministrations to begin. Davey closed his eyes, giving an angelic look to
his well formed body, which in turn, turned Timmy on even more so. Timmy
looked up at Bobby, almost helplessly, knowing that his true feelings were
uncovered.  Timmy wasn't sure if it was becuase he wanted his true
feelings to come out, or if it was the releasing effect of the alcohol. He
knew that he had enjoyed it before, and he hoped that this time was going to be
just as good.  Bobby met Timmy's look in the eyes and gave him a wink. And when
Bobby nodded his head, indicating to Timmy to go on, Timmy lost all remaining
control. 

    Timmy placed his hands around Davey's shoulders, caressing them
lightly.  He soon moved down to Davey's nipples where his delicate fingers
elicited a gasp of arousal from Davey.  Timmy spent a lot of time on Davey's
nipples, suddenly realizing that he could stop there.  But an urging grew in
him, causing him to ever so slowly move his hands down Davey's bare and
delicious mid-riff.  Timmy paused, allowing his hands to wander over Davey's
stomach, but he finally continued on to Davey's full bodied, three inch
engorged cock.  Davey's gasp of pleasure at the sensation upon his yearning
boyhood broke the silence and caused Timmy to move faster.  Timmy turned his
full attention to Davey's penis, caressing it this way and that way, never
once allowing his hands to stop moving.  Soon Davey's young, underdeveloped
balls were also part of the show Timmy was giving.  Davey could only moan
out his pleasure, driving Timmy to continue.   Timmy looked over at Bobby
and discovered that Bobby had moved to Davey's side to administer aid to
Davey's poor, unattended nipples.

     Timmy began to think that he had been set up, not that he was
complaining, but he decided to give Davey and Bobby their money's worth. 
Timmy gently lowered his mouth down upon Davey's supercharged cock and soon
began sucking with wild abandon.  Davey responded by trying to cause his
hairless pubes to melt with Timmy's mouth.   Timmy kept nibbling and
slurping Davey's cock until he elicited more moans out of Davey.  Finally,
timing himself with Davey's bucking, Timmy brought himself slowly off of
Davey's ultra-sensitive cock, raking his teeth all along Davey's delicate
underside, causing yet the loudest moans out of Davey. 

     Timmy was pretty sure that Davey was craving for release despite the lack
of coherent communication.  So, Timmy went down upon Davey, engulfing his
entire boyhood within his mouth.  That and the suddenly increased suction
caused Davey to fall over into the realm of orgasm.  Davey began to buck
wildly, but both Timmy and Bobby held their ground, trying to create as much
pleasure as possible for Davey as the orgasm coursed throughout his body.

     Finally, Davey's rush subsided, and the two other boys let up.  Davey
whimpered out a weak "Thanks" and then, drifting away on a Zima-induced
cloud, "I just need a minute..."  Timmy looked over to Bobby and just
grinned. Bobby, simply grinned back, then leaned over and kissed the
dazed Davey on the forehead. 

     Timmy was surprised at this gesture, and asked "Are you guys, like,
boyfriends or something?" 

     "I guess so, if you want to call it that,"  Bobby answered with a
shit-eating grin.  "We like to think of it as best friends." 

     "Well, I can't make Davey's partner jealous.  Lay down, and I'll
show you what I meant by 'Do something with that'."

     Bobby's grin was wider than the Cheshire cat's.  He obligingly laid
down for Timmy.  Timmy delicately ran his fingertips over Bobby's eyelids,
shutting them.  Timmy then gently began sucking upon Bobby's neck, leaving
a slippery trail behind him.  Bobby's firm nipples were soon found by
Timmy's dancing tongue and quickly became the recipients of Timmy's
attentions.
 
     Bobby was awash in a sea of ecstasy from the electric charge Timmy was
creating inside of him.  Bobby's hand deftly stole down to his thin, hard as a
rock boyhood, to begin jerking his way to orgasm.  His hand had almost made it
to his straining, upright desire, when Timmy brushed Bobby's hand away from his
cock.  

     "Not yet, Bobby.  Just relax and let me do the work."  Timmy crooned into
Bobby's ear.  Bobby put his hand at his side again, in hopes that Timmy would
soon rejoin his oral efforts upon his nipples.  Instead, Bobby felt Timmy's
hands creep up his body and begin to play with his sensitized titties.  Then he
felt Timmy's breath upon his face.

     Timmy's lips melted with Bobby's mouth in a passionate, newly-found
lover's kiss.  It wasn't like kissing Davey, Bobby noticed with pleasure. 
He suspected nothing could ever duplicate the kiss of his best friend and
first lover.  

     Timmy stopped the kiss suddenly and began to lick a new trail down Bobby's
body, traveling past his ever-engorged nipples.  Timmy removed his hands
from Bobby's nipples as his tongue reached the top of the creamy white
pubes.  The hot pink head of that long cock was only inches away, and
though he had come here with eyes only for Davey, Bobby's big hard meat
was looking better and better.

Slowly Timmy moved forward until he could smell the distinct scent of
Bobby's sex, and it was as intoxicating as the alcohol.  Timmy had definitely
been more drunk than this on a couple of occasions, but he had never been this
excited.  It was the perfect combination of willing partners and lowered
inhibitions, and he intended to make the most of it.  He eagerly reached
out with his pink tongue and tasted the third boycock of his young life.

Bobby let out his breath in a sigh of ecstasy mixed with anticipation for
the even greater pleasures he knew were to come.  He was so horny he could
hardly contain himself, and the drink only served to magnify his
impatience.  As Timmy's lips slid down his engorged member he reached for
his own pointed nipples, pinching them harder than he usually did and
feeling the delicious jolts flow through him.  He bucked involuntarily,
forcing another inch of cock into Timmy's mouth, and the boy moaned his
appreciation.

It was sure more of a mouthful than Davey's sweet, thick meat, Timmy
thought.  It was equally exciting, but different.  He rather liked the
short, thick throbber of the smaller boy, but then even he had to admit
he was a bit infatuated with Davey in the first place.  He wasn't sure he
should be so fond of Bobby, given that they were rivals, he guessed, for
Davey's affections.  But the delicious cock that slid delicately in and
out between his lips was a powerful force to Timmy's emerging passion,
and he found himself wondering if three boys could all be lovers at the
same time.  How wonderful that would be, to have two such beautiful boys
willing to do these secret things he had only done with one other boy before. 

    Davey'e eyse fluttered open dreamily and finally focused on his best
friend being eaten alive by his newest lover. The gorgeous sight made him
harder than he was before Timmy had begun on him. He slid over to the
other two boys and decided to let Timmy pleasure Bobby on his own. 
However, Davey noticed Timmy's creamy, white, beautifully shaped ass
sticking out in the air as Timmy gave Bobby some incredible head. Davey
cautiously placed his hand on Timmy's backside and surreptitiously slid a
finger down into Timmy's young crack.  Timmy let out a gasp of pleasure
and quickly settled back into rhythm bringing Bobby to orgasm. 

     Seconds later, Bobby began humping Timmy's face in the now familiar course
towards orgasm.  Davey's finger still twirled with Timmy's puckered lovehole
and Timmy's still sucked with wild abandon upon Bobby's now spasming cock. 
All too soon for Bobby, his orgasm crested and began to fade.  Timmy gently
lowered him back to the tent floor and ever so slowly took his lips off of
Bobby's semi-erect boyhood.

     Timmy turned around to embrace Davey in a full deep-throated kiss.  The
two boys playfully wrestled while still kissing and ended up laying on the
ground.  Timmy pulled back for a second and said "Davey, you're finger felt so
good.  Would you take me?  Please?"  Davey nodded yes, and rolled Timmy onto
his
side.

     Timmy closed his eyes in anticipation and tried to spread his creamy
cheeks as wide as he could.  He soon felt Davey's finger probing his young,
pink asshole, spreading something slippery as he went.  "Davey, wha'cha doing?"

     "I'm putting some vaseline on you, it makes it a lot easier." Davey
responded as he started spreading a thin layer across his hardened boyhood. 
"Just concentrate on relaxing your asshole so I can slide in."

     Timmy closed his eyes again and soon felt the tip of Davey's thick cock at
the outside of his asshole.  With a little pressure, Davey pushed his cockhead
inside of Timmy.  Timmy gasped and then moaned with pleasure.  Timmy had never
experienced the joy of having a nice thick head sitting on the inside of his
hole.  Davey, for his part, was in ecstasy as well.  Timmy's tight little
asshole was creating an incredible pressure upon his boner, and the heat from
inside of Timmy was just unbelievable.  Davey hoped that it had felt at least 
this good for Bobby when they had made love.

     Davey began to force himself all the way inside of Timmy.  With every new
addition of Davey's straining, rock-hard boyhood into Timmy's deflowered
asshole, Timmy let out a gasp of pleasure.  All too soon for both Timmy and
Davey, all three inches of Davey's young, solid cock were securely inside of
Timmy.  Davey's balls rested against Timmy's firm cheeks, when Timmy whispered
"Davey, please, fuck me like an animal, please!"  With this, Timmy rolled onto
his hands and knees, bringing Davey along with him.

     Needing no further instruction, Davey began gently pulling out of Timmy's
ever-so-warm ass and sliding right back in to the hilt.  The two boys quickly
found a rhythm of rocking their hips together, and soon began humping with wild
abandon.  

     Bobby, seeing his lover deflower Timmy, felt a twang of guilt and
jealousy, wanting to be the first Davey entered.  He decided that he could wait
for that pleasure though, and add to the two other boys' fun.  He slid
underneath
Timmy and took in the view, Timmy's cock and balls were swaying with the rhythm
of the two boys.  Bobby put one hand up to Timmy's nipples and started to
alternate between the two in giving them attention.  With his other hand, he
began caressing Timmy's straining boyhood.

     Between Davey's humping and Bobby's electriying handjob and tittie pinch,
Timmy couldn't have held back from orgasm even if he wanted to.  He began
floating on the path that would lead to the crest of his orgasm.  As Timmy
started to come, his ass muscles started clenching, causing Davey to enjoy his
second orgasm for the night.  The two boys just rocked together enjoying their
mutual orgasm.

     Bobby slid out from underneath Timmy just as the other two boys were
finished with their trip into ecstasy.  Davey pulled out of Timmy as Timmy fell
over onto his side, still delirious from the orgasm.  Davey crawled over to
Bobby after he pulled a washcloth out of his backpack.  He looked at Bobby,
smiling sheepishly, while wiping off his cock saying, "I planned ahead after
last
time."

     Bobby smiled, then pointed at the now sleeping Timmy, "Are you sure that
you didn't practice some moves too?  It looks like he more than enjoyed that
round."

     Both boys quietly laughed.  Davey threw the washcloth over to his backpack
and put his arm around Bobby, hugging him.  "Nope, didn't practice.  I sure
wish I could have, though.  I have this great lover, you see.  I just go nuts
whenever I see him, and he's just so incredible in bed..."

     Bobby, recognizing the compliment, leaned over and kissed Davey, shutting
him up.  They kissed for several minutes, when Bobby stopped and asked Davey
"How much of that Zima did you have?"

     "I think that I honestly only took two or three drinks.  I faked the rest
because I didn't want to be drunk when any of this happened."

     Bobby started to laugh and responded, "You, too?  I think I only took
three drinks as well.  Looks like Timmy might not wake up for awhile then."

     Davey smiled and ran his hand down from Bobby's shoulders to his crotch. 
"That's okay.  I'm sure we can find something to do without him."

     "I agree, there's got to be something we can do to damage each other."

     The boys started giggling again.  Meanwhile, their hands started going to
the places they knew that their partner loved best.  But then, they heard a
knock at the door of the tent.  With a mutual grimace, they separated.  Davey
grabbed his shorts, threw them on, and crawled towards the door.  Once at the
door, Davey whispered "Who is it?"

     "It's me, Brad.  Brad Howell.  Can I speak with Davey?"

     Davey opened the tent door and walked outside.  The cool night air struck
his chest and caused his nipples to stand out.  His boner started to fade,
though, as the cool breeze struck his balls.  He saw Brad dressed in the same
clothes that he had worn at school, carrying a backpack and a flashlight.

     "Davey, is anyone in there?  Or is there another place where we can talk?"

     Davey, noticing a sense of urgency in Brad's voice, said "Sure, let's go
over to the Wilson place.  It's not that far and nobody will bother us there."

     Davey told Bobby that he would be right back and the two boys walked
quickly
walked over to the old abandoned Wilson Mansion.  Once there, Davey looked at
Brad, who was walking a little funny, and said "What's the matter, Brad?  Did
something happened to you this afternoon, after I left to go home?"

     Brad didn't return Davey's look.  Instead he just shuffled the leaves on
the ground and stared at his feet.  Davey put his hand on Brad's side and said
once again, "Come on, we came all the way over here so we could talk.  What's
the
matter, Brad?  Tell me, please.  Was it something I did?"

     Brad finally looked up from his feet and directly into Davey's eyes.  "D-
D-Davey, my dad just beat m-me." Brad stuttered as tears began to stream down
his eyes.

     Davey simply hugged Brad.

     Brad dropped his backpack and flashlight and returned Davey's hug, with
tears streaming down his face.  He whimpered into Davey's ear, "My dad asked me
why I wasn't at practice.  I tried to explain to him Coach's misunderstanding,
but he wouldn't listen.  I told him I could still play tomorrow and he called
me a liar.  He just went fucking psycho and I couldn't do anything.  I tried
telling him it wasn't a big deal and he just wouldn't listen.  He just wouldn't
listen..."  

     Davey hugged Brad all the harder, wishing he had never tried to help Brad
in the showers today.  "It's going to be alright, Brad.  Stay here tonight and
let your dad cool off.  You can talk to him tomorrow after you guys win the
game.  That ought to put it in perspective for him."

     Brad broke the hug and said, "I can't play tomorrow, Davey.  I told you,
my dad beat me.  He's never done it before, and I don't ever want it to happen
again.

     "Brad, a spanking isn't going to stop you from playing.  You're gonna be
fine tomorrow morning, and you'll be able to play."

     Brad took off his shirt and handed Davey the flashlight.  He then turned
around and lowered his shorts down to his ankles.  A sense of fear surged
through Davey as it dawned on him what Brad meant by a beating.  Slowly,
reluctantly, Davey turned on the flashlight and lit up Brad's backside.   
Brad's
backside was a chaotic crisscross of large, ugly, purple and black welts.   Now
Davey knew why Brad couldn't play tomorrow.  The stretching and straining would
break every one of the wounds open.  Then the sweat would get in and the pain
would be excruciating.  Davey guessed that if the wounds were left alone, they
wouldn't take long to heal, but they must have sure hurt like hell.  Davey was
shocked that anyone could do that to their own son.  "There isn't any more is
there?   Please tell me he stopped with that."

     Brad gently brought his shorts back up as he turned around to face Davey. 
"He stopped beating me to catch his breath and to get a better grib on his
leather belt.  I ran away to my room.  He wasn't going to fucking stop, Davey. 
I had to run away and blockade the door to my room."  Brad paused as this sunk
in.  "After an hour of him screaming at me through the door, I heard him leave
the house, slamming the door and shouting something.  I'm just glad my sisters
and mom weren't home.  I wonder if they would have done anything for me.  I
broke into his medicine cabinet and grabbed some of the prescription for his
knees and back.  I packed my stuff and left a note saying that I was going to
the game.  Then I came here."

     "Is the medicine working?  Or do you want my parents to take you to a
hospital?"

     "No, they can't do anything.  I took a pill of my dad's prescription. 
The pill was a little stronger than I thought.  I kinda feel outta control, but
I they're making me feel kinda good.  I'm sorry, but no playtime for us
tonight,
huh?"

     The boys weakly laughed at the joke, both knowing that Brad was
desperately trying to change the subject.  Davey picked up Brad's stuff that
was still lying on the ground and they began to walk to the tent.  Davey didn't
comment upon Brad's rejection of his father's lifestyle.

     They entered the tent and Davey set Brad's stuff next to his.  Bobby got
an eyeful of Brad's back in the dim glow of the electric lantern and asked,
"Jesus! Brad, are you alright?"

     "I've been better, Bobby.  I think that I'll live though.  I've got pretty
little pills to help, too.  Davey, where can I sleep?  I think that I'd like to
crash right about now, if that's cool with you guys.  That pill is really
playing
me for a loop."

     "Well, I can give you my sleeping bag, and I'll sleep with Bobby if you'd
like.  Timmy's way gone, so don't worry about him making any noise."

     "I was kinda hoping that you would spend the night with me, Davey.  Would
you, please?  I'd really appreciate your being there."

     Davey looked over at Bobby, who just nodded, and then climbed into his
sleeping bag with Brad.  Davey noted the irony of one of his dreams coming true
while sex was the furthest thing from Brad's mind.  Brad snuggled up behind
Davey, laying his arm across Davey's side and onto his belly, gently stroking
Davey's smooth skin as he went.

     Bobby looked over at his lover and Brad, feeling twangs of jealousy.  He
hoped that Brad's and Timmy's new love wouldn't affect Davey's love for him. 
He
was also upset that everyone wanted to be with Davey and not him.  Sighing to
himself, Bobby realized that he and Davey were best friends and always would
be. 

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an155010@anon.penet.fi (<the man with no name>)
Date: Sun, 11 Dec 1994 15:51:05 UTC
Subject: STORY: Davey & Bobby, Chap 9


Standard Disclaimers apply.  If you don't like m/m boy sex, man-boy sex, m/f
minor sex, and a couple of other fun things, you might not want to read the
following story.  Here's a hint, hit "n" if you don't think you'll like it.

This story was originally created by Gamin Paramour. <the man with no name>
picked up the series from chapter 7 and on.  Gamin Paramour still stays with
the series, acting as co-author.

This series is copyrighted.  Chapters 1-6 belong exclusively to Gamin
Paramour.  Chapters 7,8,9 belong to <the man with no name>.  Any chapter may
be reproduced in it's entirety.  Feel free to pass this series around without
any alteration of the story.

Once again, <the man with no name> would like to tip his hat in the direction
of Gamin Paramour for creating this series.  Many a fine being has enjoyed
the series, and gratitude is definitely extended towards Gamin for any and
all efforts extended.

Thanks to all those who have responded to my request for attention. <grin> 
I appreciate all of your input, and I apologize for not having enough time to
write all of you back promptly.

This chapter is a quick one, if you didn't already know from the line count. 
I'm going to try and put out several smaller chapters instead of one big huge
sucker for a little while.

Davey & Bobby, Chapter Nine
By <The man with no name>
co-author Gamin Paramour


     Bobby and Davey were walking from Davey's house towards the Wilson
Estate.  It was a clear sunny day, with crystal blue skies.  The soccer team
had won their game and Bobby was flying high.

     "Davey, how long did Timmy take to get up?"  Bobby asked.

     "Not too long.  He finally woke up round ten or so.  He asked what time
it was and flipped when I told him.  He said his parents expected him home by
ten.  I guess they have some family thing to do today.  So, he threw on his
clothes and took off.  I was pissed, he was already stiff and I really wanted
to suck him off."

     "Poor baby, no sex in the morning?"  Bobby responded.  Davey promptly
punching Bobby lightly.  "Well, I bet we can make up for that.  Where's that
damn hole in the fence?"

     The two boys quickly scrambled through the fence and found Davey's
hiding place.  The two boys quickly glanced around and then seized each
other's face.  They both sank into each other, allowing their tongues to
explore.  In their passion, both boys felt their young boyhoods stirring and
soon rising to full attention.  Bobby was lost in ecstasy, kissing Davey.  He
had slept uneasily the night before, jealous of Davey's new lovers.  Now,
Davey was his and his alone.  Bobby was determined to not lose Davey's love,
and he was ready to prevent Davey from thinking of ever leaving.  Now was the
right time, Bobby thought, now was the perfect time to have Davey enter him.

     Davey  was as equally lost in the kiss as Bobby was.  Instead of
thinking his passion for Bobby, Davey was thinking of what he wanted to do
for Bobby right now.  Davey broke the kiss, causing a frown to appear on
Bobby's face.  "Relax Bobby, it's time for my victory present.  Good job on
winning the game, now get ready for some fun!"

     Davey and Bobby separated and took off their clothes.  Bobby sat down
and looked up into Davey's loving blue eyes.  Davey smiled back and pushed
Bobby down further against the ground.  Davey knelt beside Bobby's head and
said "Close your eyes and let me do all the work.  I've been wanting to do
this since last night!"  Bobby complied and let his entire body relax, secure
in his trust of Davey.

     Davey lightly kissed each of Bobby's eyelids and moved down to kiss
Bobby again.  Bobby's tender lips seemed to reach out to melt with Davey's. 
The kiss went on and on for the boys.  Both of their young cocks were
straining to new and un-imagined lengths, when Davey lightly tussled Bobby's
silky brown hair, whispering "Let the show begin."  Bobby softly moaned his
desire to Davey, causing the two boys to be aroused even further.

     Bobby felt Davey's tongue gently trace a light, sensuous trail down from
his mouth to his nipples.  The electric tingle that ran through Bobby
promised that this would be an orgasm never to forget.  Suddenly Bobby felt
Davey's mouth clamp down upon one of his nipples causing Bobby to moan loudly
from the sheer pleasure that coursed throughout his body.  Bobby felt the
new-found feeling of an orgasm coming his way.

     Davey switched his suction to Bobby's other nipple and started fingering
the first.  Davey was surprised to see the first tremors of orgasm building
in his young friend.  Davey sucked and twisted a little harder to create some
more excitement for Bobby.  Davey was rewarded by watching his nubile, naked
friend orgasm.  Bobby's body rocked a little as his orgasm coursed throughout
his body.  Davey guessed that Bobby had been doing a little dreaming in
advance.

     "Geez, Davey.  How the hell did you do that?"  Bobby managed to whisper.

     "Don't know.  But if you think that's it, you've got one hell of a
surprise coming up."

     Davey scooted down to Bobby's crotch.  For a second longer, he took in
the wondrous view of Bobby's body.  Davey gazed from Bobby's creamy white,
hairless cock up to his lower abs.  He could see the light definition of
Bobby's strong stomach muscles leading up to Bobby's beautifully sculpted
pecs.  Davey couldn't resist from tweaking Bobby's nipples, which were still
standing up as stiff as either Davey or Bobby's cock.

     Davey lightly traced his fingers over Bobby's stomach, eliciting a moan
of pleasure.  With his other hand he began to trace the inside of Bobby's
well toned thighs, causing more gasps of enjoyment.  Soon Davey began letting
his hands wander all over, but never touching Bobby's straining, harder-than-
rock boyhood.  After a little while, Bobby managed to croak out "Come on
Davey, or are you trying to torture me?"

     Bobby felt Davey's hands leave him and then Davey's lips were kissing
Bobby's mouth.  "No torture, just making sure you enjoy this."  Davey
whispered into his ear.  Bobby gently laughed opening his eyes just long
enough to see Davey back by his throbbing cock-head.  Bobby closed his eyes
as Davey began to gently, slowly, introduce his pulsating meat into the sauna
of Davey's mouth.  Bobby groaned, lost in a paradise of pleasure when Davey
finally had all of Bobby's thin, vibrant five inches inside.

     Davey couldn't help but grin to himself as he felt the orgasm begin to
build in Bobby again.  Davey, for his part, was having a hell of a time too. 
Bobby's long five inches were solidly inside of Davey's mouth and throat. 
Davey brought his hands over to caress the silky ball-sac connected to the
over-heated cock in his mouth.  Bobby started to buck in pleasure as Davey
began to suck and fondle at the same time.  Davey came up to get a breath of
air, and went back down to start a rhythm on Bobby's engorged head.  

     Bobby felt Davey's tongue slide up and down his delicate underside.  He
could swear that this was the best sex he had ever and probably would ever
have.  Davey began swirling his tongue all over Bobby's super-sensitized
head.  Bobby writhed even more under the new attentions, constantly moaning
out his pleasure.

     Davey was shocked feel the tremors of Bobby's orgasm returning so soon. 
He had barely had enough time to start enjoying giving Bobby head.  Bobby
wasn't arguing though, and Davey knew an orgasm would be in short order.

     Davey came up and took a deep breath of air.  Then he slid all the long
way down Bobby's young, tender five inches.  He quickly rejoined his efforts
upon Bobby's delicate, ultra-sensitized balls.   Bobby couldn't have resisted
if he wanted to, and fell into his second orgasm at the hands of his true
lover.

     Davey felt Bobby come, and swallowed every drop of Bobby's precious
ejaculation.  Davey regretted not being able to taste it, but he knew that
Bobby was definitely enjoying the show.

     Bobby was higher than he had ever been in his life.  He was still
feeling the rush from winning the game today, and now, this sex with Davey
was glorious.  Bobby had never orgasmed twice in such a short period of time,
and he was loving every single millisecond of it.  Time had slowed down to an
incredible rate, drawing out his orgasm.  The hot presence of Davey only
added to this second coming.  Every jealous thought inside of Bobby was
washed away in the sea of ecstasy that Davey had created.  Bobby knew, then
and there, that the two of them were inseparable, forever.

     Davey gently sat back and looked over his lover.  Bobby's cock had
finally drooped to semi-stiffness and added a pleasant overtone to the view. 
Bobby's head lay turned to one side, and Davey wasn't sure if Bobby had
fallen unconscious.  Davey just sat, ignoring his own hard-on, content in the
pleasure of putting Bobby over the brink of excitement.  He longed to touch
Bobby and start caressing him again, but he didn't want to interrupt his
first lover's tranquility.

     Finally Bobbed ever so softly whispered, "If this isn't heaven, I don't
know what is."

     "That good?"  Davey asked with pleasure.

     "Yeah.  There's only one thing left that would satisfy me beyond
desire."

     Davey was a little crushed when he found Bobby still wanting.  "What? 
What else do you want?"

     "I want you to come inside me."

     A wave of pleasure flushed over Davey.  He became aware again of his
aching hard and really, truly desired to melt with Bobby.  Bobby managed to
sit up and reach over to his pants.  He pulled out a small tube of vaseline
and opened it up.

     "Bring that gorgeous tool over here." Bobby crooned.

     Davey quickly brought his three inches within reach for Bobby.  Bobby
spread some vaseline along the boyhood and began giving it a gentle handjob
while spreading the lube.  Davey began to buck with Bobby's hand causing
Bobby to stop.  "Nope, the only way you're allowed to get off now is inside
of me."  Bobby explained while stopping.  Bobby placed a generous dollop of
lube on his fingers and reached down to prepare his virgin asshole.

     Bobby then laid back down on the ground upon his back.  Davey looked a
little confused, never having experienced that position before.  Bobby
explained "I want to see the look on your face when you come inside of me." 
Davey only grinned his understanding as he lifted Bobby's legs and spread
them apart.  Bobby looked up into his blond haired, blue eyed lover and saw
only love.  Before Davey entered, Bobby quickly said, "I know that you took
Timmy last night, but you don't know how badly I wanted to be your first." 
And finally with a grin he finished, "I hope this was worth the wait."

     Davey smiled and ran his hands along Bobby's prostrate body.  He gently
raked Bobby's sides with his fingernails as he lifted Bobby up to enter.

     When he saw his super thick cockhead against Bobby's tiny, little, pink
asshole, Davey thought that he would never make it in without hurting Bobby. 
He looked up into Bobby's eyes as if to ask for approval.  Bobby's brown eyes
only reflected love and willingness, so Davey began to press his boyhood into
his lover's virgin asshole.  Davey managed to get his tip inside of Bobby's
ultra-tight love-hole.  Bobby let out a huge groan of pleasure, causing Davey
to realize Bobby could relax a little.

     "Try and relax a little.  My dick's about to turn into a diamond here, 
ohhhhhh, not that I'm complaining."

     Bobby complied and the pressure lightened up.  Davey was able to begin
to slide in.  The feeling was so intense Davey could tell as every single
millimeter of his desirous boyhood was engulfed inside of his best friends
asshole.  Bobby felt the pleasure as well.  He was back on cloud nine,
knowing the amount of pleasure he was providing his lover.  Bobby felt that
he was having the better time of the two, but he knew Davey was not far
behind.

     Davey, after what seemed an eternity of pleasure, finally sank in to the
hilt, his balls slapping against Bobby's ass cheeks.  Both boys let out a
mutual moan of pleasure.  "How's it feel?" Davey grunted.

     "Just fine.  Just fucking incredible fine."  Bobby grunted back.

     Davey and Bobby repositioned themselves for comfort and prepared to
begin in earnest.  Davey slowly pulled his full bodied three inches back to
the tip and began slowly to slide back in.  The intense heat and pressure was
almost enough to send Davey right into orgasm.  Davey wanted to make sure
that Bobby never forgot his deflowerment, though.  Again, Davey was sunk in
to the hilt.  Davey, remembering his first with Bobby, watched carefully as
he pulled out for the second time.  He noticed the same spot in him that
caused Bobby to gasp for pleasure.  He smiled to himself and knew exactly
where to focus.

     For his third time down, Davey went a little quicker, trying to cause
his cock to twitch at the right spot for Bobby.  From the look on Bobby's
face, he succeeded.  Gradually, Davey began to speed up his rhythm, with
Bobby's body bucking in unison.  The two young lovers began to make their own
heavenly music, slowly increasing their tempo.  It was a concerto of love,
and when Bobby looked up, he saw Davey looking right back at him.  Their eyes
locked and an incredibly special bond formed between the two horny best
friends.

     As the tempo began to rise, Bobby's moans became more frequent.  The
pleasure surging throughout Davey, caused his body to thank his young organ. 
The boys thrashed and bucked and heaved together forming the most exquisite
experience either had ever felt.  Davey felt as if Bobby's ass muscles were
pumping him for all it was worth.  He had never felt anything as sensuous or
as powerful, even when he had fucked Timmy last night.  Bobby knew that
nothing in his life had ever felt as right as having Davey's thick, hard rod
shoved all the way into his ass.  He wasn't sure, but he would swear that
Davey knew exactly where to move to cause that incredible tingle inside of
him.

     All too soon, the boys climaxed simultaneously.  Davey rammed himself
home, to the hilt, slapping his balls against Bobby's ass as he landed. 
Bobby thrust himself into Davey creating an even greater melting of the two
boys together.  Davey, with his lean, flexible gymnastic body leaned over and
embraced Bobby in their deepest kiss ever.

     Their mutual orgasm lasted for an eternity and a half.  Their breathing
was rapid and violently exhaled through their nostrils.  Their hands found
every nook and cranny on each other's bodies.  Their tongues fought a valiant
battle, with neither one losing, nor neither one winning.

     When the last pulse gushed throughout their bodies, they lay against
each other.  Finally their ragged breath slowed and they slowly looked into
each other's eyes.  Their lips, without a word being spoken, slowly drew
together and engaged in another passionate kiss.  Davey and Bobby were both
so lost in each other, that they didn't notice as Davey's penis gradually
pulled out of Bobby's aching hole.  Their kiss lasted and lasted, until
finally after exhaustion had set in, they parted and lay by each other.

     Without a word being spoken between the two, they just rested.  Their
bodies were in tune with each other.  One boy breathed, the other breathed. 
One's heart beat, the other's beat.  Nothing needed to be said.  Never would
there be any doubts to their mutual love.  Only complete and mutual love and
trust remained in the two boys.  Their lovemaking had excised any fears and
worries they ever had.  

     Slowly Bobby reached out, and pulled Davey closer for all times to come.

     As the two boys rested in each others arms, the day continued to pass
by.  Blissfully unaware of the rest of the world, the two naked boys rested
in each other's arms.  An hour passed with nothing more than light kisses
passed back and forth.  Eventually, regretting it, Bobby broke the silence,
"Davey, how did it feel for you when you came?"

     "Oh, I don't know.  Pretty fucking incredible.  Probably the best orgasm
I'll ever have.  Nothing special though."  

     The boys laughed at Davey's sarcasm and began kissing gently again. 
Bobby once again broke away and asked, "Seriously, did it feel any different
or anything?"

     "It's my best one ever, but that was because of you.  Why?  What's up?"

     "Don't hold me to this, but I thought I felt something coming out of
you, when we came."

     Davey looked at Bobby and exclaimed, "You mean like I jizzed or
something?  No way!  Are you sure?"

     "I don't know for sure man, it's not like I've done that before.  But it
sure felt like you pumped something more into me than that hard rod of yours. 

     "Well, shit, let's see if your right." Davey responded.  He quickly
began playing with his already stiff three inches.

     Bobby leaned over and pulled Davey's hand away.  "Nope, this one is my
turn."  Bobby grinned an evil grin and Davey knew that he had no hope of
resisting.

     Bobby pushed Davey down prone, so the little magnet of boyhood stood
straight at attention.  Bobby, in true imitation of his lover, began to
caress every part of Davey's firm, tanned body except Davey's straining
member.  Bobby was even so bold as to gently tickle Davey's taut little love-
hole.

     Davey groaned in pleasure and frustration.  "Fucking bastard!  Come on,
get to work bitch!" moaned Davey with a huge grin on his face.  

     Bobby leaned over and kissed Davey.  "I just want to make sure that you
enjoy this, okay?"  Both boys laughed at Bobby's mimicry of Davey.

     Bobby knew not to drag out his "torture" too long, lest he drive his
young lover crazy.  He gently placed his lips right on top of Davey's
throbbing cock-head.  Davey, to Bobby's surprise, thrust his hips and drove
his cock all the way into Bobby's mouth.  Bobby disengaged himself from Davey
muttering about over-anxious boys.

     "I'm sorry Bobby, it's just, well, you've got me so fucking horny."

     "I know.  What the hell do you think I went through?  Now lay down and
let me work."

     Davey complied with his lover's wishes and tried to relax.  Bobby ruined
all efforts of relaxation by engulfing Davey's throbbing cock.  Davey moaned
with pleasure when Bobby gave his balls a light slurp with his cock sunk to
the hilt in Bobby's mouth.

     Bobby's tongue began dancing all along Davey's delicate underside. 
Remembering how good it felt for him, Bobby began to gently knead Davey's
balls while blowing him.  Davey felt Bobby's other hand steal in between his
cheeks and begin to tickle his asshole.  The sensations washed over Davey's
body, wave after wave.

     The two boys began to rock together in another throe of ecstasy. 
Davey's hips began rising to meet Bobby's mouth every time it came down. 
Davey had never enjoyed such an awesome blow-job before in his life.  A vague
thought of wonder if anyone could ever please Davey as well as Bobby could
floated across Davey's mind.  

     The familiar tremors began building in Davey's body, indicating an
upcoming orgasm.  Bobby, noticing his lover's delight, focused even more upon
his attentions, furthering Davey's pleasure.  Just as Bobby's succulent lips
went down upon Davey's tenderized three inches of boyhood, Bobby felt Davey
shooting something deep into the sauna of Bobby's mouth.  Bobby let Davey
ride out his orgasm, and then gently disentangled himself from the nubile
young boy.

     Davey, after a small time of recuperation, sat up and looked at Bobby
who had remained speechless.  "Did I jizz or not?  Tell me Bobby!  Come on!"

     Bobby came over and engaged Davey in the deepest french kiss they had
ever shared.  Bobby's tongue penetrated into Davey's mouth, forcing Davey
open.  Davey tasted the light, sweet taste of his own boycum on his lovers
lips.  The two continued the kiss and simply hugged each other in elation.

     Finally they broke apart, and Davey looked into Bobby's loving brown
eyes.  "You were right.  I did come.  Oh my god, my first with your first. 
Too fucking cool."

     "No shit."

     The two boys hugged and stared into the sky, enjoying the day for
everything it had meant for each other.  Their love was secure, and they knew
that nothing else would ever truly satisfy themselves.  They knew that both
would have many more partners in the future, but they also knew that there
would be nothing like their best friend.  Bobby noticed clouds coming in on
the horizon and pointed it out to Davey.  Davey nodded and said, "We've had
our day.  If it continued to be this nice, I'd have to jump your bones
again."  The two boys chuckled at the joke.


Davey & Bobby Chap 10
by <the man with no name>
re-write by Gamin Paramour

Davey had never felt better in his life.  Walking home after an incredible
afternoon with Bobby, he was on cloud nine.  He regretted that he couldn't
have Bobby over for supper, but Bobby's parents wouldn't allow it, having
plans to subject the boy to yet another boring evening with relatives.
Davey felt sorry for his friend's predicament, but was kind of relieved
that Bobby wouldn't be with him for dinner, since both of them would have
raging hard-ons and that would make dinner conversation very difficult. 

He gave himself one final readjustment as he walked in through the kitchen
door.  "Hi, Mom!" he called out and then started to go to his room.

"Davey.  A Brad Howell called for you this afternoon.  He asked if you
would call him back before dinner."

"Okay, Mom.  Thanks for taking the message."

Davey hurried up to his room and quickly peeled out of his clothes.  He
examined his lithe, naked body from all possible angles in the mirror, and
noticed that his small boyhood was already beginning to stir again. There
weren't too many grass stains, so he figured that he wouldn't need to take
a shower before dinner. Yearning to stroke his hardening cock, Davey,
nevertheless, dressed and went down into the family room to call Brad. 

"Hello?"

"Hi, may I speak with Brad please?"

"Davey!  This is Brad.  How ya doing?"

Remembering the days events, a wave of warmth flushed over Davey. 
"Not too bad.  I hear you guys won the soccer game."

"Yeah, we did.  Coach didn't play me, though.  He said he didn't want
me to break open the scabs or anything.  Who'd you hear from?"

"Oh, Bobby and I have been out screwing around all afternoon."  Davey
smiled to himself at the double meaning.  "He kinda mentioned it."

"Cool.  Well, the reason why I called is, can you sleep over tonight?"

"Um, hold on and let me ask my parents."  Davey wished his father was
home right now.  It would make life a lot easier for him, he thought. 
Just as Davey was about to walk upstairs to talk to his mom, he heard
the garage door open.  "Brad, hold on just a second more.  My dad's
coming in right now."

Mr. Peters walked in from the garage and said, "Hello, son.  Have an
enjoyable afternoon with Bobby?"

"Sure did, Dad.  Could I go over to Brad Howell's for the night?  He wants
to return the favor.  Please????"

"Well, you know we don't usually allow sleepovers two nights in a row.  You
guys stay up all night talking and never get any sleep."

"Oh, we'd never do that, Dad," the boy said as innocently as he could
while suppressing a guffaw.

"Hey," Dad grinned, "I was a kid once myself, you know.  I know what goes
on at sleepovers."

No, Dad, I'll bet you don't, Davey thought. 

"Well, I must be crazy but if you get your chores done before dinner I'll
talk with your mother and let her know." 

"Thanks, Dad!!!"  Davey could barely resist jumping up and down pulling a
double pump.  "Brad, are you still there?"

"Yep, and I heard the whole thing.  Do those chores, damn it, and get your
scrawny ass over here."

"Oh, Brad, stop teasing me!" Davey burlesqued.  "I'll be over as soon
as I can.  Are your parents home?"

"I'll tell you when you get here.  Later!"

Davey hung up the phone and quickly threw himself into his Saturday
chores. There was a reasonably short list this week, he noted
gratefully; just sweeping out the garage, bagging up the lawn waste his
Dad had created when he pruned the tree limbs this morning, and weeding
the flower garden next to the house.  Davey could barely keep his hands
from away from his pants as he worked, his every neuron wishing he
had ahold of his stiff rod instead of that broom handle. He wanted to save
himself for tonight, though, just in case Brad was in a mood to play.

Through a miracle, Davey managed to finnish all of his chores by dinner. 
His father gave him a skeptical look, but still gave him the go-ahead for
the night. 

"Davey, one last thing, you need to be home by one in the afternoon
tomorrow.  Just like always."

"Okay, Dad.  Thanks.  I'll see you tomorrow."

Davey practically set a new land-speed record getting over to Brad's
house.  Walking up the front steps, Davey didn't even have a chance to ring
the doorbell before Brad had opened the door. 

"Davey, you finally made it!"

"Well, I'm sorry but I had to do my chores," Davey grinned back.

"Chores, schmores!  There's more important things to do!  Especially
anything besides work."  The two boys laughed as Davey stepped inside.  

"Boy," Davey marvelled, "you sure seem to feel better than you did last
night."

"Yeah, I guess I do," Brad smiled.  "My ass is still a little tender."

Oh, I'll bet it is, Davey thought. 

"Let's go down into the basement," Brad suggested.  "We'll probably sleep
down there anyway."

Davey, for his second time in the Howell homestead, still didn't know
his way around and let Brad lead the way.  Davey noticed a distinct
lack of other people in the house.  Even from the very top of the stairs
it was immediately apparent that this wasn't your average basement.  The
steps had thick, luxurious carpet, the bannister was stained oak, and the
stairwell had an arched roof. Tasteful pieces of modern art adorned the
walls going into the basement. "Jesus, who put this together." Davey
whispered. 

Brad saw the look on Davey's face and laughed.  "That's right, I never
showed you our basement.  Dad did all the electrical stuff and Mom did
all the decorating.  They kinda like to show off and so they invite
all their friends down into here."

Davey, still awe-struck, slowly followed Brad down the stairs.  He was
nowhere near prepared for the next sight he saw.  Wall to wall the
carpeting continued, and then a few more feet up the wall. There were
several large leather couches, all overlooking the most gigantic television
screen Davey had ever seen. He watched Brad open a tri-fold panel next to
the TV to reveal enough stereo equipment to rival a professional studio.
Davey's gaze continued along the wall, past the television and landed on the
bar.  Four rows were filled with bottles of alcohol, no two of them the
same.  Glasses hung upside down all along the ceiling of the bar area and
off to the side.  A few more feet along there was a pool table with an
oval Tiffany lamp hanging above it and racks of gleaming cues on the wall.

"Jesus," Davey breathed.  "You guys win the lottery or something?"

Davey suddenly heard Brad laughing and looked over at him.  "C'mon, Dave!
Just throw your stuff anywhere and make yourself comfortable.  Nobody but
us is home, so kick back and relax."

The backpack fell out of Davey's hand, but Davey just stood there,
dumbstruck.  Brad walked over and put his hand right on Davey's crotch.
Finally Davey snapped out of his daze and jumped back, startled.  

"I figured that would snap you out of it," Brad grinned.  "Kick back,
relax. Want a coke?" 

"Um, sure.  You're parents let you down here?"

Brad laughed again.  "Sheesh.  I should have known better than to bring you
down here.  Yes, they let me down here.  Their only son not allowed to play
in the rec room?  Dad wouldn't hear of it.  I suppose you're wondering
where everyone is?"

"Uh, well, yeah?" Davey said as he accepted the proffered coke from
Brad.

"Well it's a long story but I'll try to shorten it down." Brad
responded while the two boys sat together.  Brad flicked on the tube
to MTV impressing Davey as the surround sound kicked in.  "My two
youngest sisters are off spending the night with some friends.  The
older one is supposed to be here watching me, but I told her I was spending
the night with you, so she took off to visit my oldest sister up at
college for the weekend.  I didn't lie," Brad grinned devilishly.  "I am
spending the night with you.  Just not at your house. Why Mom and Dad are
not here is a completely different story." 

Brad took a long sip of his coke before continuing.  "The short version is
that I got home from the game and Dad met me at the front door.  He took
me down here and we sat in that chair over there."  Brad pointed to one of
the many two-seater love couches throughout the room.  "Anyway, he turns
me around to face him and just gives me this tremendous hug.  It didn't
hurt or anything, but I wasn't going anywhere.  He kisses me on the
forehead and picks up a package off that coffee table."  Brad pointed
again, and saw that Davey was all ears.  "So he then says to me, 'Son,
I'm so sorry for what I did to you yesterday.  What I did was wrong and I
should know to control myself better.'  He then hands me the present and
says 'I want you to have these, kind of a make-up present.  I hope you like
them.' So I rip the package open and it's three CDs.  One's Janet Jackson,
the second is Madonna and the third is this dance mix.  I was just
floored." 

Brad changed the channel, took another sip and then continued.  "So,
I'm just sitting there speechless when my Dad starts up again.  'I've had
problems before controlling my temper.  Your Mom and I are going to go away
till tomorrow night.  There's a place we go, when we need to talk things
out.  We'll leave a number in case you need us.'  Well, then my Mom comes
down the stairs.  I guess she heard us talking or something.  I've never
seen my Mom so pissed before in my life.  Usually everything goes the way
my Dad says, but this time she wasn't taking any shit, you know?  She just
looks at me and this really hurt look rolls across her face. She asks me if
I'm alright and I say that I'm just fine. Her eyes go all cold again
when she looks at my Dad and says that they have to leave. I ask them where
they're going and that look returns to my Mom's face. She just pleasantly
passes it off with 'our special place.  We'll see you tomorrow night.  Be
good.' And just like that, they take off." 

"You're kidding me!  They just took off like that?"

"Yep, and Dad wasn't saying boo."

"So now things are, like, OK again?" Davey asked.

"Well, things may never be exactly like they were before," Brad said
softly.  "You helped me a lot," the boy said, looking up at Davey
soulfully, "just by being there for me when I needed you.   Now there's
something I want to do for you, to thank you for last night."

Davey perked up and looked eagerly at Brad, wondering if this could really
mean what it sounded like. 

"Janet Jackson has this really cool song and I want to dance to it for
you.  It's called 'if'"  Brad moved the coffee table out of the way,
so he had a clear floor to dance on for Davey.  He picked up the
remote, turned up the volume and switched to the CD player.  The first
few notes were so pure, they nearly blew Davey out of his seat.  Then
he beheld the wondrous sight before him.  Brad was fully lost in the
music and was swaying back and forth.  Brad's hands began to move all
over his body as he sank deeper and deeper into the song.  Davey's
boyhood was now straining to tear through his underwear and pants and
leap all over Brad.  With the painful memory of the last time he tried to
touch Brad while dancing, Davey was just able to control himself.

None too soon for Davey, Brad began to unbutton his shirt, and slowly,
sensuously pulled its tail out of his waistband.  The front of the
white buttondown opened and closed tantalizingly as the boy danced,
granting Davey exquisite peeks at the muscled torso he had admired so many
times and desired so badly.  Brad slipped first one, then the other
strong shoulder out of the garment, then spinning in a graceful
pirouette draped the white, button down over Davey's face.  Unable to
stand being denied this luscious sight, Davey quickly wadded it up and
threw it into a corner. Brad's well defined abs stood out and led a trail
up to the tight, perky, pair of nipples that were standing way beyond
attention. Davey groaned at his impossibile dream of being able to play
with Brad's body. 

In perfect time to the beat, Brad turned around and began to ever so
slowly lower his shorts to the floor.  Davey was shocked to see a pair
of tight, black bikini underwear instead of the usual white briefs
that Brad wore.  Brad's bending over put his ass right in Davey's
face.  Davey drooled to be able to see Brad's lovely, pursed pink
asshole, and wished that the underwear wasn't there.

Brad slid his bare feet out of his shorts and kicked them onto his
shirt, laying in the corner.  He reached out and put his hands around
Davey's chin.  Gently, but firmly, Brad began to pull Davey up, and
left no doubts about his wanting Davey to dance as well.

Finally turning back all the way around, Brad gave Davey another
wondrous view.  Brad's cock was stretched to every bit of it's six inches
and it was straining the fabric, trying to break free of the underwear. 
Brad thrust his hips into Davey's and forced the smaller boy to match his
rhythm. Davey was panting with desire to jump Brad right then and there. 
Still, he was afraid of Brad's reaction and held back.

Davey felt Brad's sensuous hands play all along his back.  He felt
Brad gently pulling his t-shirt out from his waistband.  Then the shirt
bagan to peel upward, and with a leap of his heart Davey's arms rose into
the air to help. It was beginning to look like Davey's desires were not
impossible after all. The two boys matched rhythm again and started swaying
with the music.  A new song had come on, but that was the least of things
on their minds. 

Brad locked his hands on Davey's head and brought the two together in
a deep french kiss.  Both were panting heavily for air when he finally
let go.  "Brad, are you sure you want to be doing this?  I mean, if
you want to stop, you know I won't tell anyone."

Brad kissed Davey lightly on the nose and then slowly started slipping to
his knees.  He unbuttoned Davey's shorts and hooked his fingers into
Davey's briefs.  He lightly kissed the burgeoning protrusion trying to come
through the shorts and then with a single quick motion pulled both Davey's
underwear and his shorts down to the ankles. 

Davey could hardly contain his happiness.  There was no question now what
was going to happen, and his heart sang with joy.  Brad took a quick lick
at Davey's freed cock, relishing his very first taste of the new life he had
chosen, and then pushed Davey down against the couch. 

"I know what I'm doing," the tall boy said with a lascivious smile.  "A
friend of mine once told me to be myself, and this is me." He pressed his
mouth to Davey's in another long, deep kiss.  Brad broke the kiss off and
licked a light trail down to Davey's waiting, lustful, creamy pubes. 
Wasting no time, Brad engulfed Davey's three inches and applied enough
suction to rival Coach's blowjobs.  Davey groaned his pleasure and tried
to bring his hips up with Brad as Brad pulled off. 

"Whatever you say, though, Davey.  I mean, I can stop if you want me to." 

"You bastard.  No! I don't want you to stop.  Please, I've been wanting to
do this half my fucking life!" 

"My, my, what a potty mouth we have," Brad continued to tease, "I
think we're just going to have to correct you of that."  Brad then
went back down on Davey's straining, pulsating cock.  He began to
knead Davey's balls as well, timing it to the music still playing.  

Davey was in ecstasy.  He was finally with one of his dream lovers and
he was having the most sex he had ever had in one day.  The only thing that
would make the day better for Davey would be to get Brad's long thin cock
all the way into his mouth.  Just as Davey started to wiggle around,
hoping to get Brad into a 69, he felt the old familiar tension starting
to grip his balls.  Davey quickly focused on making this trip into
never-never land count and found himself holding Brad's face tight against
his desirous organ of love. 

Brad was a little uncomfortable with Davey holding his head down, but
he couldn't complain about the view.  He wasn't having any trouble
breathing but was glad that Davey didn't have a monster of a cock like
he did.  He kept his tongue swirling all around Davey's short, thick
stiffness and tried to suck as hard as he possibly could.  Brad doubled his
attentions on Davey's balls until the smaller boy was thrashing on the
couch, straining and clenching his every muscle, finally boiling over into
a cloud nine orgasm. 

The sweat on the couch felt cool to Davey each time he brought his
hips down against the couch.  He was bucking his hips, thrusting his
sensitized love-meat as deeply as possible into Brad's waiting mouth. 
There was no juice this time, of course, having more than spent himself
with Bobby that afternoon, but Davey amazed even himself at his capacity
for multiple dry orgasms. 

Brad grinned around the pulsing rod, overjoyed to see that he had done so
well for his first time.  He had been worried that he wouldn't know what to
do, even feared that he would chicken out at the last second or, worse, puke
or something from the taste.  Once that hot cock touched his lips, though,
he knew he had made the right choice.  Once Davey stopped gyrating, Brad
nervously asked "Was that as good as I think it was?"

Davey smiled, coming out of his post-orgasmic bliss, and simply nodded
in Brad's general direction.  Brad beamed with pleasure, proud of his
new-found abilities.  Noticing that Davey wasn't going anywhere for a little
while, Brad untied Davey's shoes and slipped off the rest of Davey's
clothing.  Davey continued just to relax in the afterglow, but Brad became a
little worried.  "Davey, are you alright?"

Davey laughed and said, "Yeah, I'm fine for now.  Just dreaming that's
all."

"Wha'cha dreamin' about?"

"What I'm going to do to you." Davey responded with a lecherous grin
on his face.  Then, true to his words, Davey quickly got up and pushed
Brad down against the carpet.  "Now, it's my turn to bring a little
pleasure into your world"

Brad smiled and said "Okay, but I want your best."

Davey stretched Brad out, and then gently traced his fingers over
Brad's eyes, closing them.  "My best huh?  Well, we'll see what damage
can be done."

Davey's hands then started to trace a light pattern all across Brad's
face and gradually developing down towards his nipples.  Once at
Brad's perky, browned from the sun, nickel-sized titties, Davey
surreptitiously licked each thumb and forefinger.  Davey began to
twist and pull and tweak and turn Brad's excitable nipples, causing
Brad to gasp and moan in pleasure.  Leaving his hands to continue
playing, Davey began to forage a trail with his tongue down to Brad's
sacred region.

Once there, Davey noticed that Brad's bulge was still straining to rip
through the black, binding cloth of the bikini underwear.  Despite the
stretching he was having to do, Davey began to gently nibble through the
cloth upon the long six inches hidden away.  At this new sensation, Brad
began to writhe even more with pleasure.  Davey, remembering Brad's
teasing, just kept nibbling and love-biting Brad's clothed member. 

Finally Brad loudly groaned his frustration, bucked his hips up and
shoved the black underwear down to his ankles.  From there he kicked
them off into some corner of the room.  "Damn you, Peters.  No sense
of humor."

"If you say so" Davey responded while he began his ministrations for
real upon Brad's frustrated and yearning six inch boyhood.  Brad
moaned loudly in pleasure and fell back down.  His hands jumped up to his
unattended nipples, where he started playing them with a ferocity that
caused Davey to laugh.  "Beginners..." Davey muttered playfully.

He gazed at the long, hard object of so many of his fantasies and could
hardly believe he was about to finally have it for real. The mushroom head
of the ready cock practically glowed in its bright red eagerness.  The
slit gaped open, a cyclops staring defiantly back at him in anticipation of
the battle to come.  Davey leaned in and took a long, delicious swipe at
that mushroom with the flat of his wet tongue, and the boy beneath him
moaned deeply and thrust his hips upwards.  Davey giggled a little at the
control he now had.  Brad was at his mercy, completely dependent upon Davey
for the pleasure he had wanted for so long and denied himself until today.
Davey positioned his lips above that monstrous cock, and knew it was time.

Davey opened his mouth wide and began to take the hot, pounding prick of
his newest lover between his searching lips.  It tasted wonderfully
musky, it's incredible hardness much more pronounced than any of the other
boys he had tasted.  He had always thought of Brad's cock as extremely
thin, as indeed it was in proportion to its heroic length, but now that he
engulfed it he realized that it was actually thicker than any other he had
yet encountered, except of course for the Coach, and he had not actually
sucked that King Kong of a dick.  This massive boymeat he now toiled upon
filled him more than he had ever imagined it would.

He paused when about four of Brad's steaming six inches was taken and the
fleshy tip of the mushroom head gently touched the back of his throat.  It
filled his throat to capacity and made it difficult for him to breathe
even through his nose.  Still, he had dreamed of going down all the way on
this big dong and he had every intention of doing so.  Taking a deep
nosefull of air, Davey raised himself until his esophagus lined up with
the angle of Brad's organ and pushed himself steadily down until his lips
touched Brad's smooth, soft pubes.  The big cockhead bulldozed its way
down his throat, scraping against the smooth softness of Davey's inner
recesses as it went.  Breathing was an impossibility, but he had it all,
and he was happy. 

Brad gasped loudly and tried to thrust his engorged and engulfed member
deeper into Davey's eager mouth.  Davey was relishing every square inch of
Brad's gorgeous, hot-blooded cock.  Ever since that day in the shower, Davey
had always dreamed of getting his soft succulent lips around Brad's
enormous, over-extended boymeat.

Reluctantly pulling back to breathe, Davey began to gently play with Brad's
humongous balls, wondering to himself why some boys had such huge equipment
and others were stuck with comparatively nothing.  Brad moaned his
displeasure at no longer feeling the tight grip of Davey's hot throat. 
Davey smiled and began swirling his tongue all over Brad's delicate,
super-sensitized cockhead, Brad's body beginning to rock with a natural
rhythm that came from his genes somewhere.  Davey settled into it gladly.

For one more source of intensity for Brad, Davey  carefully slipped a
finger down into Brad's crack and began fingering that delicate,
tight, pink asshole.  The fingering was enough to start the tremors of
orgasm in Brad, who moaned out softly, "Oh my god, I think I'm gonna
come!"  Davey heard his lover's cry for help and went fully down upon
Brad's trembling six-inch piece of meat.  Brad moaned in pleasure as
orgasm began to course through him even more strongly as Davey took
his entire cock in.  

For the final touch, Davey let his finger penetrate into Brad's steamy
nether regions to the second knuckle.  At this new sensation, Brad began to
shake violently and the thin cream suddenly rocketed from his hairless
balls and surged directly down Davey's clutching throat.  Davey kept
sucking, fingering, and playing, trying to extend Brad's orgasm for as
long as possible and half wishing he had pulled back in time to taste the
very first shot of boycum Brad served up to him.  Still, he thought, it
must have been amazing for Brad to cum directly into his throat like that,
and there would be plenty more shots of Brad's jizz to taste if Davey had
his way. 

Eventually, Brad came down from his first non-self-inflicted orgasm.  Davey
had sat up and was now sitting indian style, waiting on Brad's return to
society. "Good for you?" Davey asked with a shit-eating grin.

Brad sat up and looked Davey up and down.  "Yeah, I'd have to say that
was good for me." he responded, causing both boys to break up
laughing.

Davey leaned over and kissed Brad lightly on the lips.  "Good to
hear."  

Brad's face flushed at Davey's kiss.  He hadn't even thought of
kissing another boy yet, and Davey's kiss threw him for a loop. 
Davey, seeing the confusion on his new lover's face, smiled and said,
"What's the matter?  Never kiss anybody before?"

Brad blushed again and stammered, "No, it's just I'd never thought of
it before.  Do you and Bobby do it a lot?"

Davey smiled and responded, "Yeah, all the time.  We kinda like it. 
It's not really like sex or anything, but it's how we say we love each
other."

"Cool.  I can see that.  Could you lean over?"

Davey leaned over, and Brad reached out, a big hand tenderly cupping
Davey's cheek. Brad then kissed Davey lightly on the lips.  "I like that. 
Yeah, I really do." Brad said afterwards.  Davey reached out and held on
to Brad as well. Then, Davey began to deep kiss Brad, forcing Brad's mouth
open. 

Brad was a little lost with the new experience and his tongue seemed
more to get in the way than to help.  Davey didn't seem to be complaining,
so Brad just let himself go and allowed Davey to control the kiss.  Lost
in the warmth  of Davey's tongue and lips, Brad nearly forgot to breathe. 
But he felt Davey's hot exhale against his upper lip and realized he could
still breathe through his nose.

The two boys sat and kissed for a long time, neither wanted to end it,
fearing that it would interrupt the magic.

Slowly, gently Davey was the first to break the kiss.  The two boys pulled
back, longingly pulling their hands across the other's face.  The kiss
seemed to stretch across the air, even as their faces drew apart, and still
have physical reality. Brad's hazels were locked with Davey's blues.  They
seemed to share a telepathic message of passion with each other.

Even then, the emotion of the kiss faded too quickly and both boys were
sitting there looking at each other's naked bodies.  Davey, with a
sheepish tone in his voice, apologized, "Sorry, my tongue was gettin' 
really tired and I..." 

Brad broke up in friendly laughter, amused by his first lover's
embarrassment.  He quickly spoke up, saying, "Sorry.  Don't worry,
that was just fucking incredible.  How long have you been doing this?"

It was now Davey's turn to blush at Brad's compliment.  He was proud
of his abilities to give his friends pleasure.  He really loved being able
to take his friends to a place where all desire turns to joy, and for
just a brief second all the mysteries of the universe unfold in perfect
unison. Davey knew that he even enjoyed it more himself when he knew that
he was making his friends visit the top of the world. 

Brad stood and picked up the two cokes, which had condensation dripping off
the sides now.  "Let's play some Sega" he said as he walked over and set
the drinks down by the television.  Davey watched the wondrous view of his
newest lover bending over, exposing a delicate, reddened, perfectly pursed
lovehole, and Davey's own butthole twitched with anticipation as he
thought of that incredible boycock inching into him and stretching him
wide.  Brad's balls swung down and completed the view for Davey, while Brad
was getting out the game controllers. 

Davey whistled and said "Nice ass!" while getting up and joining Brad
over by the television.  Brad's head whipped towards Davey and he grinned,
realizing the scenery he had just shown.

"Glad to see it's to your licking, I mean, liking." Brad deadpanned. 
"What do you want to play?  Mortal Kombat II?  Or how about Doom?"

"Doom sounds cool," Davey responded as the two naked boys sat down and
began to play.


Davey & Bobby Chapter 11
by Gamin Paramour
story outline by <the man with no name>

Davey's eyes were open, or at least he thought they were, but he still
couldn't see anything.  It was pitch black in the basement - or was he in
his room, having only dreamed that he spent the night in Brad's basement and
finally had incredible sex with the hottest guy in the sixth grade?
Something had awakened him, something very odd, and he was just about to
dismiss it as a hallucination and drift back off to sleep.  But then he
felt it again; the familiar warmth and moist carress of soft lips on his
little cock and his heart began to pound again in excitement. If this was
a dream he wanted to sleep all the time! 

Davey had never been one to wake up with a "piss hard on", so his dick
started off limp and tiny as Brad's eager mouth took it in.  He'd never
had anyone lick and suck him when it was soft, and it was a strange and
exciting new sensation, but it was destined to last only a few seconds as
the small appendage rapidly expanded, surging with blood and pulsing up to
full, bony stiffness in his friend's hot, slick mouth.  Davey sighed aloud
as Brad worked his cock, thanking the heavens for the tall hunk's natural
prowess in this, his newfound passion of fellatio.  The boy had been
pretty good his very first time, after he undressed Davey during his sexy
striptease; a talented and enthusiastic amateur with only a slight
tendency toward scraping the sensitive flesh with his teeth.  And Brad had
been quite the eager pupil later in the evening when he had begged Davey
to teach him all about the gentle art of sucking cock, and Davey had put
on a clinic that Masters and Johnson could have written entire books
about.  The boys had exhausted themselves, trading blow job after blow job
and bringing each other to orgasm after orgasm, dry as the Dust Bowl but
incredibly satisfying, until they collapsed in each other's arms and
embraced sleep as well as each other.

Now it was starting again, and with a few hours rest under his belt Davey
was thrilled to have Brad once again below his belt, metaphorically
speaking, of course, as the boys had spent the last nine hours buck
naked.  Davey knew he didn't feel for Brad the way he felt for Bobby, or
the way Brad apparently felt about him, or the way Timmy Branson
apparently felt about him, too.  It was all very confusing for Davey, but
he knew he liked the hell out of the sex.  All three of the boys were
different, but all great in their own way.  Brad had that monster wang, of
course, and he was a terrific cocksucker and getting better all the time,
but he couldn't match Bobby's sweetness and passion.  When he was with Bobby
Davey knew the sex was coming from the heart; that it was beyond mere
physicality and into generosity.  Bobby did it at least as much for Davey's
pleasure as his own, while Brad and Timmy seemed more wrapped up in their
own experience.  It was hard to tell with Timmy, since the kid had been half
whacked the only time they did it, but with Brad it seemed clear that it was
primarily about the physical sex.  Oh, he liked Brad and Timmy a lot, but
he loved Bobby.

Davey moaned again as Brad pumped his mouth up and down the short stiff
length of the little throbber.  He felt Brad's nose touch his balls, and
suddenly realized the position they were in.  He felt around in the
darkness, finding the firm, hairless, muscular thighs of the soccer star
and following them to their junction, where the steaming magnificence of
six inches of ready boycock jutted in eager anticipation.  Davey's small
hand barely reached around the giant meat, but he gave it a few game
strokes just the same, eliciting an almost painful moan from the boy's
already-occupied mouth.  Davey suddenly had an impulse, and found that he
could twist a quarter turn to his left and stretch his neck like a baby
bird craning for the worm in its mother's beak and yes! There was that
powerful tool at his lips! He engulfed the cockhead like a starving man who
just found a Slim Jim. 

Brad cried out in surprise and delight, never missing a beat in his
rhythmic pumping on Davey's hardness.  It was incredible to have both of
his now-favorite sensations at once.  He couldn't believe in all his
months of beating off and dreaming of the wonderful things he wanted to do
with girls and boys alike - for now he knew for certain that he wanted
both nearly equally - that he had never thought of this!  He scootched up
a little farther so that Davey could reach his cock more easily, and soon
his quivering six inches was once again buried in the welcome smoothness of
Davey's throat.  He began to rock his hips gently against Davey's face,
and the unbelieveble feeling of his cockhead sliding against the soft,
slick lining of Davey's throat produced the stirrings of orgasm almost
immediately. From the way his little partner was beginning to hump and
thrust he was pretty sure Davey was getting close, too.

The boys each moaned softly as they wrestled in the darkness.  Davey
loved the big dick in his throat and the soft, hairless balls slappping
him gently on the forehead as the boy above him humped.  Brad's hands
roamed all over his friend's smooth, tender lower body as he sucked the
small boner for all he was worth, loving the feel of the rippling thigh and
ass muscles tensing and clutching as the boy's orgasm approached.  Though
it was cool in the basement they sweated freely, and Davey particularly
enjoyed the hot, slick funkiness between his friend's muscular thighs.
Their climaxes built rapidly, each of them thrusting harder and faster and
their moaning and slurping getting louder and more passionate.

Suddenly they each cried out and drove one last, powerful thrust into the
other's mouth.  They each hugged the other's hips tightly against their
faces in a perfectly symmetrical display of sexual pyrotechnics, each of
them straining and pulsing to fire the shot of musk neither could manage on
only a few hours notice.  At 11 you're lucky to have even one bullet in
your shirt pocket, the Barney Fife of the sexual world, and both boys had
fired theirs off in the last 24 hours.  Not that it mattered, though,
since to them even shooting blanks was a thrill not to be missed. 

They continued sucking long after their two cocks had ceased pulsing,
neither willing to abandon this wonderful position, but soon his sensitive
dick demanded a respite, and Brad reluctantly rolled off of Davey and lay
next to him in the dark, panting.  Davey spun around quickly and melted into
the bigger boy's embrace.  They kissed sweetly for several comfortable
minutes, then drifted off for a few hours more sleep.

                        ~       ~       ~       ~

This time when he woke up Davey could see, and it was a sight to behold. 
Brad was up and doing his stretches, on his back with his legs thrown
back over his head and his knees practically touching the floor behind his
head.  The tall boy was nearly as flexible as Davey, and in this position
could probably get his mouth most of the way down on his own cock.  This
apparently had not dawned on Brad, since he wasn't doing it.  Davey thought
to himself that if he could do that he'd never leave his room!  Just then
it occurred to Davey that if he moved just a foot or two to his left he
would have a very clear view of Brad's wide-open asscrack.  He'd seen it
before, of course, but never as wide-open as this!

In position, Davey settled in to view his handsome young friend's most
intimate parts.  The brownish pink orifice gaped wide as he stretched,
and Davey remarked at the healthy pink color that continued on up inside
the boy's muscular bottom.  The stripes inflicted by his father's belt had
mercifully begun to fade, and Davey's cock stiffened rapidly at the sight
of Brad so open and ready.  The memory of Bobby's steaming hole enveloping
his member came rushing back, and of Bobby's big cock invading him for the
first time.  It seemed such a long time ago.  Had it really been just last
week? So much of Davey's life now revolved around boysex he could hardly
remember the 99.9% of his life when it didn't.

Brad swung his legs down and turned to Davey with a start.

"Oh, you're finally awake," he said.  "About time."

"What time is it?" Davey asked, always mindful of his expected arrival time
at home.  He knew what happened when his Dad's instructions were
violated. He couldn't ever remember being hit like Brad, but grounding was
a distinct possibility and his Dad never, ever let him off early.

"A quarter to nine," Brad said, grinning as he noticed Davey's erect
stanchion.  "But if you don't trust my watch we could lay you in the sun
and use you as a sun dial!"

"Hey, you wanna suck my clock?" Davey said, and both boys laughed.  

Brad said with a devilish grin, "How about if I clean your clock?"

Davey's smile disappeared.  "What?  You're back to wanting to beat me up?"

"No, moron," Brad said.  "I mean, let's take a shower together, and I'll
clean your clock!"

"Cool!" Davey exclaimed, his grin returning.  This had definite
possibilities.

Brad switched on the stereo to the station all the kids liked and none
of their parents allowed them to listen to, turned it up to a decibel
level just short of a space shuttle liftoff, and led Davey to a louvered
door in a corner of the rec room.  This led into a large utility room with
a giant commercial washer and dryer and two big utility sinks. At the far
end of that was another louvered door which led into a huge,
sparkling-tiled locker room. 

"Whoa!" Davey gushed.  "This house is bigger on the inside than on the
outside!"

"This level is under ground," Brad explained.  "We're under the back
patio right now.  Those doors over there lead out to the pool deck."

"Jesus, what does your Dad do for a living?  Run the Mafia?"

Brad laughed.  "No, he makes hamburgers and tacos."  When Davey's stare
remained as blank as ever Brad explained, "He owns six Burger Kings and
three Taco Bells."

"Holy shit!" Davey exclaimed.  "How come nobody knows about this?"

"Well, actually I wasn't supposed to tell you," Brad said, "but I figure
once you've had a guy's dick in your mouth you can't get a whole hell of a
lot closer.  My Dad says if people knew how well off we are then somebody
might try kidnapping one of us kids or some shit like that.  That's why we
live here instead of one of the fancy suburbs up north.  You won't tell
anybody, will you Davey?" 

"No, of course not," Davey said, and wandered around checking out the
facilities.  "I mean, I might tell Bobby.  After all, I've had his dick in
my mouth, too!"

The boys laughed.  "I hope I will soon, too," Brad said.  "Do you think
he would want to, with me?"

"I know he would," Davey said, poking his head into the four-headed
shower room.  Davey's folks had a tiny, pre-fab shower stall in their
basement, but these people had a whole shower room! "We talked about it a
couple of times." 

"Really?" Brad said, his voice jumping into a high register in one of
those embarrassing pre-adolescent things.  

"Yeah," Davey said, pushing open the door to the secluded pool deck and
feeling the outside air cool on his bare body.  It made his nipples stand
up instantly.  "Brad, you're the cutest guy in the whole school. We were
both really hot for you."  He let the door swing shut, not noticing that it
didn't quite latch. 

Brad looked at the floor a moment, then back into his friend's eyes. 
"You know, I tried real hard not to believe it, but I've known for months
that I wanted to do things with boys.  I mean, I still think it would be
better to be, like, normal... You know, just liking girls.  I think it
would be a lot easier.  But I can't help the way I feel.  I really do
like girls, especially Suzie, but I love doing things with you, too, and I
want to do them with Bobby and Timmy and just about anybody else who'll
let me." 

"Lots of guys will let you," Davey said.  "I'm just amazed at all the guys
who are into it.  I mean, you gotta figure everybody on the Peekers List is
into it, or would be if somebody got them started."  Then Davey lit up with
an idea.  "Oh, man! Can you imagine a party in your rec room with all the
guys on the Peekers List?  Wow!  We could add Bobby and Timmy Branson,
too.  That would be..." Davey calculated quickly. "Eight dicks and sixteen
balls to have fun with!"

"Wait," Brad interrupted.  "Make that fifteen balls.  Remember that
accident Chip Stanson had when he was walking on top of the picket fence
and his foot slipped?"

Both boys grimmaced in sympathetic pain.

"But he looks like he has two balls," Davey said.

"One of 'em's fake," Brad said.  "Chip told me one day when I was dancing
for him."

"Oh, I see," Davey said in mock indignation.  "So I'm not the only one you
tease with your little dance routines."

"Sorry, Dave," Brad grinned.  "You were just too slow on the uptake.  But
you were first for all the important things."

"Oh, my friend, there are important things still to come," Davey said,
and with a smile led Brad by the hand into the shower room.

                        ~       ~       ~       ~

Suzie Wilson stepped through the back gate of Brad's yard, smiling in
anticipation of seeing her tall, handsome boyfriend for the first time in
two days.  She wore a Beauty and the Beast t-shirt from last year that she
knew clung to her budding chest, guaranteed to drive Brad wild.  She had
seen the huge bulge in Brad's suit when they sat at poolside this summer,
she in her hot pink ruffled bikini and he foolishly in tight speedos.  He
had only worn those once, but even the baggies he wore from then on were
insufficient to hide that much equipment.  He had already tried to get to
second base with her on many occasions, but she always shot him down.  She
secretly found it flattering, but she was determined to be a good girl, at
least until junior high!  Even she didn't think she'd make it all the way to
16, but she couldn't tell Brad that. 

Cutting across the pool deck, Suzie heard the stereo through the cracked
open door.  She knew Brad's parents must not be home, for they would never
allow Counting Crows at a volume you could hear all the way out here.  With
a giggle, Suzie decided to sneak through the basement to the family room
to surprise Brad, who was probably dancing up a storm all by  himself,
oblivious to the world. 

Suzie crept inside and was surprised to hear the shower running.  She had
been through the smaller girls' locker room many times - and had even
initiated a minor feminist uprising when she pointed out that there were
five females in the household and only two males, yet the boys' side of
the locker room was twice the size of the girls' - but this was her first
foray actually inside of the boys' side.  With a grin of devilish delight
Suzie realized she might get a surrepticious look at her handsome young
jock in the buff! Though she suffered a pang of guilt, knowing it wasn't
right to spy on her boyfriend like this, she also knew she couldn't pass
up such a chance.

Quietly she stepped around the bank of lockers and peeked into the shower
room.  It was steamy, but she could clearly see Brad standing there, his
back to her, his muscular bare butt gleaming in soap-slicked perfection. 
It was all she could do not to giggle, thinking to herself, "Please, God,
let Brad turn around.  And if it's not too much trouble, have him keep
his eyes closed for a few minutes."

Just then she noticed something odd.  Brad seemed to have his arms wrapped
around himself, as if he was cold, even though the water was so hot it was
steaming up the room.  Still, there were his hands gripping himself by the
shoulder blades, and in fact moving around his back slowly, even
sensuously.  Brad's head was down, too, as if he had his chin on his
chest. It was the oddest pose in a shower Suzie could think of.  Just
then, she realized she could just see the top of someone's head over
Brad's shoulder; someone short and blond; someone with their hands on
Brad's back.  They were kissing! 

Suzie backed around the lockers and slumped to the bench in shock.  She
couldn't believe her boyfriend was in there kissing someone else.  Kissing,
shit, she suddenly realized. When you're naked in a shower there must be a
lot more going on than kissing. How could Brad betray her like this?  And
who could the little bitch be?  Who was short and blond?  Melissa?  No,
Brad hated Melissa. Jessica? She wasn't all that blond, but she was short
enough, and who could really tell hair color when it's wet?  No, wait.  It
must be Mary Lou! Short, blond, and just the type of bitch to go all the
way to steal somebody else's boyfriend!  She didn't know how long she sat
there in silence. Then, Suzie decided to kill them both. Not figuratively,
mind you.  She was mad enough to take a knife and cut their treacherous
little black hearts out.  She knew she wouldn't, of course, but she was
mad enough to.

But whose fault was it, really?  Brad had given her the chance to do the
things that would keep him happy, and make him hers forever.  Suzie was
the one who decided not to give in.  Boys are scum, she knew that.  They
can't control their animal urges the way girls can.  Maybe she should have
given Brad what he wanted, or at least a little of it.  Second base...
would that have been so terrible?  She probably would have enjoyed it.
After all, she liked playing with her burgeoning little titties herself.
Why wouldn't she like having Brad play with them?  And she supposed it
wouldn't be so terrible to do that thing her big sister told her about,
where you rub the guy's penis back and forth with your hand until he's
done.  She said it's a little messy, but it keeps him off your back.  Suzie
decided she had been unrealistic, thinking she could ignore Brad's needs and
still keep his love.  After all, they were growing up now, in the sixth
grade and everything.  She had to start thinking like a modern woman.

Quietly she slipped back to her vantage point to see what they were doing
now.  She debated breaking it up with a loud scream, which ought to scare
that bitch Mary Lou off so Suzie could have it out with Brad.  Or she
could play it sophisticated, just stroll in there with some sort of Bette
Davis line like, "Really, darling, this is so beneath you."  But when she
peeked back around the lockers her entire plan went out the window, and
all she could do was stare with her mouth hanging open.

Brad was on his back on the floor, the blond sitting astride him, lowering
slowly onto the impossibly long pole that jutted up from Brad's sudsy
crotch.  It wasn't just that they were going all the way; Suzie had
expected that.  It was the fact that the blond in question also had a
pole jutting out from the crotch.  Brad was fucking a boy!

"Oh my God!" she muttered, glad that the music and the shower drowned it
out so the boys didn't hear.  She needed a few minutes to collect
herself.  Her Brad...gay!  She just couldn't believe it.  Now the other
kid, Davey Peters, that she could believe.  A lot of the girls liked him,
but he never asked any of them out or came to sock hops or anything, and
this certainly explained it.  But Brad?  The biggest jock in the school,
who had asked her out in the middle of fifth grade, and kept trying to get
to her titties?  It just didn't make sense.

Suzie watched in horror as Davey slid the final inches down on Brad's big
cock.  The look on his face was a mixture of intense pleasure and severe
pain, but the stiffness of his little thing told how much he was enjoying
it.  She didn't know much about boys' sexuality, but she knew what a
stiff peter meant.  

Brad's loud moan echoed around the shower room, and he said, "Oh, God
Davey!  You feel so good!" 

"Oh, Brad!" Davey moaned even louder.  "What a fucking cock!  Oh, fuck me
Brad!  Fuck me!"

Suzie stood transfixed as Brad gripped Davey by the hips and began to
thrust upwards into his ass.  Davey was assisting with his muscular
thighs, lifting himself on Brad's down strokes and plunging back down on
the up strokes.  The junction of cock and ass was so tight Suzie could
hear the slurping noise even above the music and water, and the soap the
boys had used for lubrication lathered between them like some perverted
Lawrence Welk episode.  After long minutes of fevered gyrations punctuated
by deep moans and falsetto squeals Davey threw his head back in rapture,
and Suzie could see his abdominal muscles contracting and releasing.  She
recognized those rhythmic contractions from her own little experiments in
her little pink canopy bed, with fingers and candles and her personal
favorite, the long plastic tube her father's huge Jamaican cigars came
in.  She could make herself have the most delicious feelings with that
thing, sometimes five or six right in a row before she became too
exhausted to continue, and each one was preceded by exactly that sort of
shuddering.  She knew what was happening to Davey, and she suddenly
realized she was jealous that Brad was making that happen for Davey and
not for her. And there was more to it, she suddenly knew. Watching these
boys fuck was getting her hot as a pistol! She'd never seen any sort of
sex before, not even in pictures, and having it happen only a few feet
away was turning her on big time. 

Davey had taken over the pace now, and Brad just lay there and let the
boy squirm and wriggle and pound himself onto the slick, hot pole.  Davey's
steaming ass had been incredibly tight when he first penetrated it, but now
with the lather and Davey's excitement it seemed there was hardly any
resistance at all, though it still gripped his cock in a velvety embrace
like he had never felt before.  Brad's orgasm bubbled just under the
surface, but he wasn't sure if he ever wanted this to end, even for a cum
he knew would be among the best of his life.  He also knew he didn't have
the control now. Davey would bring him off when the time was right.

Suzie's panties were sopping wet, and she knew she could have a cum of
her own if she just gave her little clit a few tickles.  She thrust her
hand down the front of her shorts and pushed the thin cotton material
away from her lightly fuzzed slit, instantly finding her magic button with
two practiced fingertips.  With five quick strokes she was on the brink,
and mouth open and eyes wide she held herself there, knowing the boys were
about to explode and desperate to time it so that she came along with her
beloved Brad.  She knew she should hate him for what he was doing, but she
was far too excited to hate anybody at the moment.

Davey ground himself down onto the long dick and winced as it hit bottom,
the wide mushroom head opening him to new depths.  It was an incredible
feeling, not just full but ultra-full, and he dearly hoped it wouldn't
ruin him for Bobby.  He was very close to his nut, maybe another pump or
two, and as he pulled himself up and prepared for the final assault he
wriggled his hips and clenched his hole around Brad's stiff poker, causing
the giant cockhead to drag across his sensitive, magical spot deep
inside.  He felt it begin, and as he slammed down on the cock one last time
his orgasm roared through him, and Davey cried out with the intense
pleasure of it.  He heard Brad's cry of joy echo off the tiled walls, too,
mingling with his own and the music and the water into a cacophony of
delirious sexuality.  The big cock pulsed inside him, and he could feel
the prominent urethra throb against his sphincter as Brad fired his
nonexistent salvo of love juice.   He realized Brad was holding his hips
so tightly his skin had turned white under Brad's fingers.  He looked down
at his tall, dark hunk and saw the grimmace of orgasm written on his
handsome face, and he wondered how the sex could just keep getting better
and better.  They began to slow and their moans trailed off, and suddenly
Davey was aware of a new and strange component to the din.  A high-pitched
screech came once, then again, then a third time.  He looked down and saw
that Brad had heard it, too, and when he looked back toward the door he saw
her. 

Davey literally fell off of Brad in his surprise, the big, still hard cock
hurting somewhat as it popped free so unceremoniously.  Brad scrambled to
his knees and looked up in terror, totally unprepared for the sight of
his beautiful girlfriend standing in the doorway, supporting herself with
one hand on the door frame while the other was thrust deep inside her
shorts, diddling herself to the next of several rapid-fire orgasms.   

"Suzie!" the boy cried, astonished.  "What the...?" 

"Oh-Oh-Oh Brad!" she screamed and began to shudder and quake with her
biggest orgasm yet.  She pressed her eyes tightly closed and gritted her
teeth as she furiously frigged herself, and in a few seconds exploded one
more time in ecstasy as the two boys stared wide-eyed.  Suzie came down
from her peak slowly, and as her sex-fogged brain gradually cleared she
looked to her naked boyfriend sprawled on the floor and shook her head
sadly.

"Oh, Brad," she moaned, tears welling up in her huge green eyes.  "I drove
you to this!   She began to cry openly, slumping to the wet floor while
holding weakly to the door frame.

Davey stared in shock.  He wanted to hide his nakedness and his shame at
being discovered for the faggot that he was, but there was nowhere in the
small shower room to hide, and the only exit was right past Suzie.  All he
could do was crouch there on the floor and cover his genitals with his
hands and wish he were a million miles away.

Brad had completely forgotten that he was naked, and even that he had
been caught "perving" with Davey.  All he could think of was the pain in
his beautiful Suzie's eyes, and how much he wanted to make it go away. 
He scooted across the wet floor and took her in his arms, and though she
fought petulantly for a second she quickly gave in and embraced the wet,
naked boy as well, kissing him deeply on the mouth and softly muttering his
name over and over.  It was downright sweet, and Davey relaxed a bit as if
he was watching some romantic movie rather than being suddenly discovered
to be the hypotenuse of a love triangle.

"Suzie, my Suzie," Brad cooed.  "It's all right, baby, it's all right."

The girl sniffed back her tears.  "Oh, Brad.  You don't have to be this
way.  We don't have to wait any more.  We can do it, that is, if you
still want to."

Brad held her face in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes.  "Suzie,
of course I still want to.  It's you I've always wanted.  But, I know
something about myself now...something I tried for a long time to pretend
wasn't true.  Only now I know it is true."

Suzie's pretty face was one big question mark.

"It's just how I am,"  Brad said, his voice wavering with emotion.  "And I
can't pretend any more.  I like girls, Suzie, but I like boys, too.  I
don't know why, I just do."

Suzie shot an accusing look at Davey, and he wanted to melt into the tile. 

"It's not Davey's fault and it's not your fault...it's not even my fault,"
Brad said.  "He's a friend, Suzie, one of my best friends.  He was there
for me when I needed him, and man, did I need him.  You don't even know
about what happened the other night, when my Dad freaked out, and Davey
helped me more than even he knows.  He's special to me, yes, and we do
things together because it's fun and it feels good, but it's you I want to
make love to." 

"I...I don't know what to think," Suzie stammered.  "I want us to be
together..."

"We can be!" Brad insisted.  "We will be.  We are."  Brad kissed her
softly, a few nibbling kisses, then locked to her mouth in one of the
long, deep soul kisses Davey had taught him just hours ago.  Suzie moaned
appreciatively and didn't resist as Brad gently eased her down onto her
back on the wet floor.  Still kissing deeply, Brad's fingers slid up the
tight, wet Beauty and the Beast t-shirt to cup her small mound of a
breast, and was rewarded with a loud sigh and a shudder from the girl. 

Davey could see the tiny pink bra through the wet fabric as Brad kneaded
the small tittie, and between that and the sight of Brad's rapidly rising
staff he felt his own small cock beginning to swell yet again.  Suzie
herself still didn't do it for him, but the thought of Brad drilling her
right before his eyes certainly did.  

Brad tried to work his hand under the shirt, but it was too tight.  He
peeled it up her slender torso, and she lifted cooperatively to let him
remove it from her.  She smiled into his hazel eyes, knowing full well
that they would not stop until she had given her all.  The wet t-shirt gone,
Brad pulled the small pink bra off over her head as well, dispensing
entirely with the hooks, and revealing the tiny rounded buds with their
big, dark and sharply pointed nipples that would someday stand out proud
and firm. 

Her chest didn't yet look that much different from a boy's, Davey noted,
like Alan, the slightly plump cousin he had been forced to sleep with when
everyone stayed over at his Grandma's house one Christmas.  Suzie's nipples
even looked inviting, and Davey found himself absently stroking his small
cock as he watched. 

Brad kissed down across her small chin and onto her fresh pink chest.  Her
tan lines were still evident, making the small boobs stand out even more
to his view.  He kissed down her bony sternum, then across to one pert
nipple and quickly engulfed it in his mouth.  He began flicking his
tongue across it lightly, in the wonderful "butterfly" technique that had
been passed down from the Coach to Davey to Brad, and Suzie arched her
back in a sudden rush of pleasure.  She had tweaked and pinched her own
nipples plenty of times, but this was completely new and unexpected, and
she loved it.

Brad worked both titties for a long time, bringing Suzie to a state of
arousal unmatched in her young life.  Her panties were soaked again, and
she could hardly think of anything except his big tool inside her.  Brad
unsnapped her shorts and, with a quick, confident pull, relieved her of
them and her small cotton panties, and then the two of them lay
intertwined on the floor, two beautiful naked children on the brink of
adolescence.  

Davey had a perfect view of Suzie's perfect little pussy.  It had a
modicum of peachfuzz at the very top of the slit, but other than that was
as bald and pink as his little sister April's, which he had last seen when
she was six.  The tender lips were swollen, gaping open slightly to reveal a
moist, shiny inner fold.  There was a bright pink, nearly red protuberance
at the very top, peeking out from inside, looking almost like a tiny little
boner.  It was interesting, from an anatomical point of view, but truth be
told Davey would rather see a stiff, hairless cock and a pair of loose
balls hanging there.

Brad had wiggled around and placed Suzie's small hand on his huge tool,
showing her how to grip it and wank it up and down.  From his reaction,
she wasn't exactly a natural at it, but eventually managed to get into a
good rhythm that Brad responded to eagerly.

"Oh, Suzie," he moaned.  "Suck it for me a little bit, OK baby?  Get it
good and hard and good and slick, and then we'll put it inside, OK?"

Suzie looked apprehensive.  After all, this cock had just been up Davey
Peters' butthole!   Of course, they had used so much soap for lubricant it
was like Brad's dick had been in an automatic washer.  It absolutely
gleamed, pink and shiny, and Suzie decided not to break the mood.  She bent
and took it uncertainly between her soft lips.

"OK, baby, a little more pressure now," Brad said.  "I can't hardly even
feel it."  Then, when Suzie complied,  "Ow!  Damn, baby!  Don't bite it!"

Suzie backed off, her tears welling up again.  "I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!"

"It's OK, baby.  It's OK," Brad soothed.  "Davey, why don't you come show
Suzie how to do it?"

"Him?!" Suzie exclaimed.  "You want to bring him in on our first time?"

"Oh, I don't know..." Davey said.

"Yeah," Brad insisted.  "He's really good at it, and he can teach you
easy.  Listen," the tall boy implored, "Boys are part of my life now.  I
can't just shut off what I feel.  C'mon, you'll see.  It'll be great."

"Well..." Suzie said, weakening.  She had to admit, watching the boys
screw had been the hottest thing she could ever remember.  Even now the
memory rushed back into her mind, of Brad's big cock ramming into the cute
little boy's tight ass, and her pussy twitched involuntarily.  Suddenly
she could hardly wait to see Davey's small mouth engulfing that big dick. 
"OK!" she announced, then flashed a sheepish grin over at Davey.

Davey was floored.  She really was going to let him join in!  He crawled
across the floor to the naked pair and grinned his own sheepish grin.  He
made eye contact with Suzie and realized that a truce had passed between
them.  For awhile at least they were on the same team.

Brad's big cock stood firm and tall before Davey, and he positioned
himself to one side so that Suzie could take up a similar position on the
other.  

"The main thing is to keep your teeth covered with your lips," he began. 
"A dick is very sensitive, and it doesn't take much of a bite to hurt
real bad."

"Yeah," Suzie giggled.  "I found that out a minute ago."

Davey grinned.  This might be fun after all. "Here, watch what I do," he
said, and began to gently and passionately lick the hard, mushroom shaped
knob.  When Brad moaned his appreciation, Davey gripped the pulsing shaft
in his fingers and took the cockhead into his mouth, beginning to slurp it
like a popsicle, making sure his teeth were covered as he bobbed.  He
released the dick, saying, "Now you try it." 

Suzie's slender fingers replaced Davey's on Brad's shaft and she
tentatively licked at the crimson dickhead with her tiny pink tongue. 
She took just the head between her lips and began to bob up and down in an
exaggerated imitation of Davey's ministrations.

"No," Davey said.  "You can't be afraid of it.  You gotta suck it like you
want to. If you don't really want to you'll never be any good at it. Suck it
like it's the best thing you ever had in your mouth.  Suck it like you love
it!" 

Realization dawned in Suzie's green eyes, and suddenly her entire
demeanor changed.  Immediately the fear left her, her face and neck muscles
relaxed and she began to suck and lave the cock with passion, a deep moan
emanating from her throat. 

"Good!" Davey cheered.  "That's it!  Now take it a little deeper."

Suzie went down farther on the big cock.  It filled her mouth more than she
ever imagined it would, but she realized she really did love it, and it
thrilled her when Brad moaned loudly and shuddered beneath her.  She had
almost half of the long dong now, and it was about all she could take.

"Oh, God!" Brad sighed.  "Davey, show her how you go down all the way."

"OK," Davey grinned, glad to get another chance at the beautiful tool. 
"Not everybody can do this," he told Suzie as he took her place.  "In
fact, I don't know anybody else who can," he bragged.  He positioned
himself above the cock in the now-familiar position, aligning his throat
with the angle of the big meat.  He took it into his mouth and slowly,
steadily pushed down until it lodged in his throat and his lips were
tight against Brad's soft, smooth pubes.

"How do you do that?" Suzie exclaimed in awe, and Davey remarked to
himself that everybody said that the first time they saw it.

Brad moaned and bucked against his friend's talented mouth.  "Not too
much, Davey, or I'm gonna cum."

That would have been alright with Davey, but he reluctantly pulled off
anyway, noticing that Suzie's fingers were back between her legs, and she
was rapidly tweaking her little clit as she watched the boys.

"Can we now, Brad?" she begged.

"Yeah, baby, right now!" he said, and scrambled on top of her, pushing her
rather roughly to her back on the floor.  He assumed the position he
didn't know was called "missionary", raising his ass to aim the giant
cock at its juicy pink target and giving Davey yet another view of his
glorious, tight pink asshole.  With virtually no knowledge of female
anatomy, Brad had a hard time finding the entry.  He poked once and again
with his straining member, but both times it slid up along the slit and
across her clit, which made Suzie shudder in delight but also frustrated
her.  She wanted it inside!  

"Down lower," she instructed, and Brad repositioned himself a bit and tried
again, but this time it slid downward and poked against her tiny, puckered
rosebud anus.  "Not that far down!" Suzie exclaimed in sudden alarm.  She
had no intention of getting skewered in the butt the way Davey had been.  He
seemed none the worse for the experience, but she didn't think she could
take it.  At least not the first time.

"Reach down and guide it," Davey piped in, a comment from the peanut
gallery that suddenly reminded Suzie he was even there.  It surprised her
that having an audience actually excited her even more, and she even began
to think about having Davey join in some way.  She thought she could
probably get her mouth all the way down on his small cock.  For now she
just took his advice and reached down to guide her lover's big prod to
the proper entrance, and suddenly it's hot stiffness was nosing inside of
her.  She gasped as the big cockhead spread her open, and stiffened a
little in fear as it encountered the resistance of her hymen.  She had
been told about her maidenhead, both by her mother and big sister, and she
suddenly remembered that her very first penetration would hurt and
probably bleed.  It was far too late to back out, of course, and she
braced herself to be impaled.

Brad felt the resistance, too, but didn't remember the one paragraph in
the hygiene book that mentioned the hymen.  His sole experience with
getting his cock inside of anyone was with Davey just minutes ago, and so
he employed the same solution as he had then to the problem of resistance:
push harder.  He was surprised when Suzie cried out in pain as he broke
through the barrier, but it didn't slow his entrance into that hot, slick
channel. He pushed until his pubes met hers, and his big meat was firmly,
deeply embedded in her tight softness. 

"Are you OK, baby?" Brad gasped, searching her beautiful face which was
now contorted in pain.

"Just wait a second," she moaned.  "Let me get used to it."

Davey stroked his prick furiously as he watched from inches away.  He
couldn't take his eyes off the incredibly sexy tableau, and especially
Brad's muscular ass cheeks, hollowed with strain as he held himself
tightly against Suzie.  He could see every outline of every strong young
muscle in the boy's body.  How he wished Bobby was here, so that he could
have a tight, hot hole to embrace his cock like Brad did!

"Are you ready now?" Brad asked throatily, smiling down lovingly at his
girlfriend's pretty face.

"I...I guess so," she said, and tensed for what she thought would be more
pain, but then relaxed as Brad began sliding his hardness back and forth
and she realized it felt better with each stroke.  The boy started out
slowly, with shallow thrusts that helped to spread her lubrication, then
as the slickness allowed he began to pump more deeply, and faster.  Soon
Suzie could feel her rhythmic shudders beginning deep inside her, and she
realized that Brad's big hard cock would bring her to a peak such as she
had never even imagined.  It felt so wonderful, so right, filling her and
making her feel like a part of him.  "Oh, God!" she exclaimed as her
first minor tremor washed over her.  She was there already!  In seconds
another wave crashed on the shore, this one somewhat more powerful.  Brad
pistoned in and out of her like an animal, his big loose balls slapping
against her ass with every thrust.  She closed her eyes tightly and was
wracked with two more powerful orgasms.

"Yes, Davey, yes!" Brad cried, and Suzie jerked her eyes open quickly but
couldn't see what Davey was doing behind Brad.  In fact, what he was
doing was working a soapy finger deep into Brad's clenching rectum.  Brad
still thrust into her, but his rhythm was off now as he tried to
accomodate Davey's probing finger.  Suzie lost her peak, and moaned in
frustration, glaring at Davey in annoyance.  She had only had four
orgasms, and was nowhere near finished! 

Brad slowed his thrusting to a stop with only his cockhead still inside
Suzie, his trim ass high in the air for Davey.  Brad moaned deeply as
Davey worked a second finger into him, while carressing his tender balls
with the other hand.  Brad had never known such intense pleasure, and only
wished he had a nice, stiff dick in his mouth to complete the picture.

"Davey, give me your cock," he implored, meaning for the boy to step
around to where Brad could suck him while he fingered his ass.  The
wriggling digits suddenly withdrew from his butt, though, and Brad was
about to complain in disappointment when suddenly he felt a weight on his
back and a hot, hard presence at his sphincter.  Before he could say
anything the bony little tool began to push into him, and with a thrill
he realized that this was even better than the scene he had imagined.  The
hot little prod felt wonderful as it opened him up, and soon it filled him
nicely.  It was small enough that it caused him no pain, yet thick enough
to make him feel deliciously full.  He could feel his orgasmic shudders
begin.

Suzie couldn't believe what had happened.  She now had the weight of two
boys atop her, which was alright in itself.  She didn't even mind Davey
joining in if it made Brad happy, and the look on his face was
unmistakeable evidence that it did, but she missed the deep thrusting of
that giant cock. 

"Brad, c'mon!" she moaned, then sighed in pleasure as the boy slowly
eased his big meat back into her.  He was being careful, she realized, so
as not to dislodge Davey's cock from his own hole.  It took them a minute
to get the rhythm right, but eventually they began to rock as one.  Brad
set the pace, loving the dual sensations of his cock burying deeply into
Suzie's warm velvet pussy as Davey pulled nearly out of his tight ass,
then being impaled by Davey's stiff rod as he withdrew from Suzie's
clenching heat.  Faster and faster they bucked, their sweat mingling and
raining down onto Suzie, the three of them with one mind as they reached
for their climaxes.

Suzie got there first, her cries of ecstasy echoing loudly off the walls
as she came over and over.  She was on her third peak, with several more
to come, when she saw and felt Brad rush over the edge.  He bucked and
strained, adding his shouts to the echoes as his cock pulsed inside of
Suzie and his ass squeezed Davey's cock like a vise.  This triggered
Davey's nut, too, and he buried himself deeply into the hot, crushing 
grasp of Brad's hole and gasped in his orgasm.  They convulsed and
twitched there on the shower room floor for several seconds, their hearts
pounding and their breathing labored, until they finally collapsed in a
heap, exhausted.


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be noted accordingly.  I, once again, would like to thank Gamin for all of
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     n.b.  I would like to see a repost of chapters 1-12, followed by my
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     Oh yeah, this one doesn't have a whole lot of sex, but boy does it
play with their emotions....

'nuff said.

Davey & Bobby, Chapter 12.
by <the man with no name>
co-author Gamin Paramour

     The three children disentangled themselves from each other and paused
for another moment in the afterglow of their sexual activity.  Brad was
still breathing a little heavy.  He had just experienced his greatest
orgasm to date and was glad to have to great friends like Davey and Suzie
with him now.  Davey looked over at Brad and locked in with Brad's hazels. 
They both had the same sheepish grin of quiet pleasure.  There was no
mistaking their eternal love for each other.
     A bead of sweat rolled down into Davey's eye breaking their contact
just as Suzie spoke up.  "Brad, that was so wonderful.  I'm so sorry that I
made you wait so long to take me."  Regretting the breach of silence, Brad
turned and looked into his girlfriends lovely eyes.
     "It's okay, Suzie, it's okay.  It helped me know myself."
     Suzie continued to lay on the ground, feeling perplexed.  She didn't
know what to say to Brad to express how she felt.  She wanted to tear Brad
away from Davey and have him all for herself.  But she knew that 
Davey was too close right now for her to do that.  The vibrant vision of
watching Brad pump his ultra-long member into Davey had faded away into
memories easily and gladly forgotten.  She wanted to fix Brad of his
problems and she knew she was woman enough to do it.  Suzie's lips opened
to murmur some more sweet nothings but Brad spoke up first.
     "Um, is anyone hungry?  I bet you are Davey, cause I'm starving. 
Suzie, did you eat yet?"
     "No, I haven't had breakfast yet.  I usually like, don't eat in the
mornings anymore."
     "I'm starving too, Brad.  Sleeping with you kinda did it, and we woke
up a couple of hours ago."
     A look of jealousy flashed across Suzie's face when she heard Davey
talk about sleeping with Brad.  It was finally beginning to dawn upon her
that Brad and Davey had been doing all night long everything she had been
dreaming of doing with Brad.  Knowing that Davey was that intimate with
Brad simply doubled her resolve to remove Davey out of the picture.
     "Cool.  Well, lets go upstairs and eat then.  Davey, do you wanna cook
or should I?" Brad responded.
     "Let's both do it, it'll go quicker."
     Suzie was again shocked at how well the two boys knew each other.  She
didn't even know that Brad could cook, much less Davey being able as well. 
She smiled and pretended to be glad that they hadn't made her fulfill the
female stereotype.
     The three eleven year olds got up and made their way upstairs.  Davey
still marveled at the decor, but Suzie was used to it by now.  Her parents
had a good chunk of change as well and affluence was nothing new.  Suzie
did want to throw some clothes on, though.  She wasn't comfortable walking
around completely nude, but Brad and Davey didn't seem to care in the
slightest.
     Upstairs, Brad walked over to the freezer and pulled out a can of
frozen grape concentrate.  He handed a dozen eggs and some milk to Davey
saying "Let's make scrambled eggs."  He offered a loaf of bread and some
butter to Suzie saying "Suz, do you mind making some toast?"  Suzie took
the items and went over to the toaster.  Brad continued with "I'll make the
juice and cook the bacon in the microwave."
     The three of them told each other how much they wanted to eat.  Davey
and Brad both asked for double the amount Suzie requested.  Suzie tried to
control herself when she realized that Brad and Davey must have been really
making out all night long.  She asked, "Brad, did you two even sleep at all
last night?  Sounds like you were humping all night long."
     A deep red flush grew over both boys' faces.  Brad managed to stammer,
"Uh, of course we slept.  We're growing boys, and need our food.  And we
just had a little fun last night.  That's all."  The two boys quickly
turned back to diligently cooking breakfast in order to avoid any more
questions out of Suzie.
     Davey set the table having found where everything was in the process
of cooking the eggs.  He and Suzie sat down and began to dish all of the
food out.  Davey was glad that Suzie had loosened up since intruding upon
him and Brad.  He had thought that Suzie was acting rather bitchy at first
but noticed a change after the menage a trois.  Suzie, for her part, was
doing her best to smile and act as if everything was normal.
     Brad excused himself after setting the bacon on the table.  He bluntly
stated that he had to go to the bathroom and would be right back.  Suzie
wanted to thank Brad for letting everyone know about his personal functions
but held back, not wanting to upset Brad and give Davey any more leeway. 
Brad got to the bathroom and knew it was not going to go quick.  His
recently deflowered lovehole did not appreciate the intrusions and was only
too happy to let him know.  He sighed and set about his business.
     Davey looked over at Suzie and smiled.  She smiled back as they both
continued to eat.  Davey spoke up with "What'd ya think when you first saw
us?"
     It was now Suzie's turn to blush.  "Well, um, at first I thought Brad
was with another girl.  And I was like really upset.  But when I saw it was
you, I don't remember what I thought."
     Davey smiled as he put another bite of eggs in his mouth.  He finished
swallowing and replied, "Yeah, well, you scared the shit out of us when we
heard you.  I've never been that scared in my life before."
     Suzie didn't like the sound of Davey's last statement.  She didn't
want him and her Brad to be getting any closer or sharing any more feelings
together.  She was already upset that Brad had Davey teach her how to suck
cock, and Davey's pumping of Brad this morning didn't make her any happier.
     "Well, if you hadn't been taking my Brad's long tool up your ass, you
two wouldn't have been scared so badly."
     Davey looked up as if he had been slapped.  The conversation had taken
a decidedly nasty twist to it and that wasn't what he wanted.  "Suzie,
that's like saying 'if you only hadn't walked in on us.'  I think it turned
out great after everyone chilled.  I was just saying..."
     Suzie cut Davey off with, "I know what you were saying.  So you think
this morning is my fault do you?  How was I supposed to know that you
corrupted my beautiful Bradley?  How could I have known that you turned him
into some sort of boy loving queer?  He doesn't even know what he's doing,
but I'll save him from that.  You can bet on it!"
     Davey's jaw metaphorically hit the floor.  He had thought Suzie was
going to be cool with everything, and now she was chewing him out.  "I
didn't do anything to Brad.  I only helped him out.  He's the one who
started everything with us anyway!  And what do you mean by 'saving' Brad? 
He's happy now, don't ruin that."
     "Don't tell me what to do.  I'm going to 'save' Brad by showing him
what sex is supposed to be about.  It's supposed to be a guy and a girl who
love each other.  Not some horny queer and my poor corrupted boyfriend,
that's for sure.  And you wouldn't know if Brad was happy or not.  You
haven't even known him for more than two weeks.  I've been going steady
with him for almost a year now!"
     Davey just stared at Suzie.  He couldn't believe what she had just
said.  Everything he had done for Brad suddenly didn't seem to amount to
squat.  The silence continued and the tension cut sharply.
     Suzie broke the silence by announcing, "Well, either you're going to
leave or I am.  And if I leave, you better enjoy your last day ever with
Brad."
     Davey continued to sit in abject shock and horror.  He couldn't even
make himself move much less say anything.  A choked paralysis set into
Davey, causing him to stare blankly at Suzie.
     "Fine!  I see you can't even speak for yourself so I'll leave.  Enjoy
your last day with Brad, because you're never going to come over here
again!"  Suzie then rose with a flourish and strode downstairs.  Davey
heard the pool doors slam after a minute had passed.
     Davey continued to sit in shocked silence.  His breakfast was
forgotten as a bitter taste crept into his mouth.  The biting metallic
taste of fear oozed into his senses as he realized Brad would be coming
back soon and wondering where Suzie went.  Before Davey had a chance to
think any further and as an even crueler twist of irony, Brad just then
walked into the kitchen.  He sat down and started wolfing his food.
     Davey turned to look at Brad, finally able to move.  Brad perfectly
panned, "Davey, your mouth is hanging wide open.  Is that an invitation or
are ya upset over something?
     "Ulp." was all that Davey could say.
     "Geez Dave, relax.  I heard the whole thing.  Suzie gets really bitchy
on occasion.  She'll get over it, so don't worry.  You gonna finish that
bacon?"
     "B-Brad, she just screamed the shit out of me.  I didn't even fucking
do anything and she's like trying to rip my head off."
     Brad was tempted to make a Bobbit joke but figured that Davey wouldn't
appreciate it.  Brad stood up and walked behind Davey.  He then reached
around Davey and gave him a huge hug.  "Actually Davey, you did do
something.  You were there for me.  So, relax.  It's okay.  Just cause she
went apeshit doesn't mean I don't make my own decisions.  I love you and
you know that."
     "B-but what if she..."
     "Mmonkeybutt, shmonkeybutt.  Chill and finish your breakfast."  Brad
sat down again and began eating with renewed interest.
     A loud growl came out of Davey's stomach, causing the two boys to
laugh, and reminding Davey that he was hungry enough to eat a whole horse. 
"See I told you so." Brad continued.  He remembered that they had been up
for most of the night making out with each other.  With a little
trepidation, Davey dove back into his breakfast, soon rivaling Brad for
speed in wolfing his food down.
     In about the time it takes to say it, Davey and Brad had cleaned off
their plates.  Brad reached over to Suzie's plate and scraped half of the
food onto his plate.  He unceremoniously dumped the rest onto Davey's
plate.  "No sense wasting some good eggs," Brad explained.  The final
edible remains of breakfast quickly disappeared.  Davey got up and took his
dishes over to the sink.  He was about to start cleaning them when Brad
spoke up.
     "Don't worry about cleaning.  The maid comes in tomorrow morning and
she does up all the dishes and stuff."
     Davey was a little amazed that Brad had a maid, but it made sense when
he thought about it.  Brad brought his dishes over and stood behind Davey. 
Davey leaned back into Brad, bringing their bodies fully in contact.  Brad
sighed softly and reached around and gently held Davey in place.  The two
boys savored the feeling of sharing themselves with each other.  
     Brad was intoxicated by the feeling of Davey's smooth skin against his
own.  And the heat coming off of Davey's body was creating a sensuous
overload.  Brad was amazed that his young tool was not rising yet for the
occasion.  Just as well he thought, enjoying the feeling of his boyhood
pressing into the small of Davey's back.  Brad breathed in Davey's scent as
he stood behind him.  The smaller boy had a mixture of his essence and
Brad's shampoo coming off of him.  Brad sniffed again and thought that
there was no finer scent in the world.
     Davey was relishing the feeling of Brad's substantial boyhood pressing
against his backside.  It brought back pleasant memories of the night
before and the night in Davey's backyard.  Davey ran his hands along the
silky smooth length of Brad's thighs, imagining how the creamy skin moved
along with his hands.  Davey also could feel Brad's chest rising and
falling in tempo with his own breathing.  A magical bond was forming
between the two boys and they both knew it.  Davey wondered if he would be
able to love both Bobby and Brad as much as they deserved, then realizing
that he would never have a problem pleasuring the two of them.
     Brad leaned over and began to nibble at Davey's ear.  "I know you
gotta go home soon," Brad whispered, "but I want to make love with you one
more time.  I want it nice and slow and to last forever.  I don't ever want
to forget this one."
     "Our last one?" Davey whispered with a strong note of fear.
     "Our next of many." 
     The two boys walked hand in hand down the carpeted stairs to the ultra
posh basement.  Davey failed to notice the splendor of the decor this time. 
He was lost in love of Brad.  Brad turned the music down and put in his one
of his new cds.  Brad walked back over to Davey, who was standing in the
middle of the room.
     "You don't know how beautiful you look, standing there, Davey."
     Davey flushed with embarrassment and muttered a "Thanks."

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