Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2011 15:51:14 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 25 of Just Like Scott

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Just Like Scott

Chapter 25

It's Your Move

      When Mike pulled away from the gentle kiss he'd just left lingering
on Scott's lips, he had to chuckle at the look of bewilderment on Scott's
face, "What?" he asked.

      Scott opened his mouth to speak, but was at a loss. "Uhhh," was all
he could muster up at first. Finally, he gathered himself and said, "I
thought you told me kissing was gay."

      "I kind of remember saying something like that."

      "Sooooo, what gives?"

      "I don't know. I just felt like doing it. Maybe a little gay is all
right between best friends," Mike said. His voice betrayed his feelings. He
was much more emotionally invested than his aloof demeanor portrayed. Scott
sensed some level of surrender to an inner struggle. All of this left Scott
reeling a bit. This was definitely a confusing development. He just stared
at Mike with a slowly spreading smile, pulling his dimples into his high,
rosy cheeks. His brown eyes shone brightly beneath his rising brows.

      "Yeah, I suppose it is okay between best friends."

      "C'mon, let's get out of here," Mike urged. "No one's home at my
apartment. My rents are gone out until late tonight. Text your mom and see
if you can sleep over. Let's have some fun tonight."

      Scott pulled his phone from his overalls pocket and sent the text. He
pulled the envelope of cash from his first week's watering job and counted
out the money plus tip for the meal.  Setting the bills on the little brown
tray the waitress had brought, he leaned into Mike and the two of them slid
out of the booth and walked side by side out the door. It was still light,
and as they rode down the streets toward Mike's apartment, Scott fell in
behind Mike and watched him intently as he pedaled his bike with ease and
grace.

      If Mike had extinguished some sort of inner turmoil, its final,
flickering spark ignited a fiery turmoil within Scott. Confusing, random
thoughts rattled around in his head. He was in love with Tom. He thought
about him all the time and with Jeff out of the way, he just knew he could
get Tom to really love him back. Winning Tom over was pretty much all Scott
had been focused on since Tom moved into town.

      They reached a hill and Scott felt the burn in the back of his legs
just below the buttocks as the pumping action grew more difficult. Mike
started creating a gap between them as he seemed to effortlessly manage the
incline. Scott's confusion expanded as he thought back on all the times he
and Mike had ridden their bikes together on little adventures. Years of
good times had been shared together with tons of magic memories.

      Scott was making little grunting sounds as he rose from his seat to
get better leverage on the pedals. The gap between himself and Mike was
widening. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he realized he'd gotten his
answer on spending the night at Mike's place. He wasn't able to take his
hand from the grip to check the message while scaling the hill,
however. The vibrating phone buzzed against the tip of his penis sending
little tingles into his dickhead. Part of him hoped the answer was no. It
would take some of the pressure out of the situation for him. Of course, he
wanted to mess around with Mike. He loved the fun times they'd shared doing
sexy things together. They referred to them as sexy times. "I ..." The
thought stalled in his brain at first. "I love him." He forced himself to
finish the thought. "But I love Tom!" his mind protested. He was glad it
wasn't midday since he was sweating enough, even without the hot sun
overhead, from the climb up the hill.

      Tom's words flooded back to him from the conversation in his backyard
the night his dad held the little pow-wow in the cucumber patch. "You can
feel love for more than one person at a time - like you love both your mom
and dad at once."  Scott choked on those words as he stood on one pedal and
then the next, swaying slightly from side to side as he propelled himself
upwards to the summit. "That's not the same thing and you know it." Scott
thought, using his own argument against himself now. "But could I? Could I
love Mike and Tom at the same time? Was that right to do? Was it decent?
Was it okay?" he wondered. "Eventually, I would have to choose and someone
would have to be hurt, the way I was hurt over Jeff."

      Mike looked behind him from the crest of the hill and smiled
radiantly back at Scott. Scott forced a quick grin back and returned to
grunting in time with his pedaling action. With his right foot, he
muttered, "Tom." With his left foot, he muttered "Mike."
"Tom. Mike. Tom. Mike. Tom. Mike. To ... M ... UGGGH!!" Scott's right pant
leg of the oversized overalls caught in the sprocket and he jerked it free,
causing his foot to slip off the pedal and slam his crotch hard into the
crossbar of the bicycle, squishing his left nut. The resulting pain took
his breath away as it coursed upward from his smashed nut into his stomach,
ribcage and neck. It even made his molars ache. He half stepped, half fell
off his bike, lay it over and doubled in half, moaning, "Shit, that hurt!"

      Mike had stopped to wait for him at the crest of the hill and seeing
the gut wrenching event, rushed down to check on his buddy. "Dude, that had
to hurt."

      "Ohhhhhh," moaned Scott. He drew in shallow breaths and supported his
weight with his hands on the knees of his overalls.

      "Which one got it?"

      "Tom," Scott grunted.

      "Huh?"

      "Oh, left. The left one got hurt," Scott gasped as he slowly
recovered. The sharp pain was receding, leaving a dull ache behind. Slowly,
Scott stood up and measured the pain level. He unbuttoned the side of his
overalls and slipped his hand inside the flap, under the waistband of his
boxers, and gently caressed his aching nut.

      "Oh, man. It's always the low hanging fruit," Mike tried to
joke. Scott didn't find it all that funny.

      Scott pulled the vibrating phone from his pocket and checked the
message. "OK 2 stay. Don't forget job in morning. Be home 2 practice
trumpet after. Luvya MOM." Scott cleared the message and slipped the phone
back into his pocket.

      When Scott's chest relaxed from the shallow breaths, he said, "It's
okay. I can sleep over."

      "Awesome!" Mike declared. "Ready to go on, or do you still need a
minute?"

      "I can go on, but you know what? I've got a problem with tonight. I
have to go set the tubes for the evening watering."

      Mike looked really disappointed, but then brightened back up. "No
worries, we have to ride our bikes almost there anyway to get to my
place. We can sidetrack to the farm and I'll help you do the
watering. Then, we can change back into our regular clothes and ride over
to my place looking like normal humans."

      Scott couldn't see any reason to disagree with that plan. He'd hoped
he would be getting out of the situation with the watering problem, but it
didn't seem to be happening. "Uhh, sure; that'll work." Scott tried to
sound enthusiastic about the solution, and Mike shot him a questioning
look.

      "You do still want to come over, don't you?" Mike asked.

      "Yeah, of course." Scott lied.

      Mike's smile returned and he said, "Let's go then. We'll walk the
rest of the hill."

      Scott didn't waste any precious breath to speak. He just nodded with
his entire upper body bending at the waist. Before taking off, Mike rolled
the right pant leg of his overalls up to prevent it from catching in the
sprocket Like Scott's. Scott followed his example. If they looked odd
before, now the outfit was definitely a sight to behold.

      Scott's mind began spinning again along with his bicycle tires. "I
love Mike, and I love Tom, but do they love me? Does Mike just want sex?
Will Tom ever really love me as a lover or just love me like a kid brother,
the way I feel about Sammy?" Mike's words from the day before popped into
his mind, "I'm not gay," he'd said. "But, if I were, I'd fight Tom to the
death for you." Scott wondered if he'd meant that, or if it was just the
sexual narcotics talking.

      The one thing Tom was definitely right about is that sex gets your
head all jumbled up with crazy emotions. Scott knew he was in for a
critical decision when they reached Mike's apartment. He could tell Mike
had sexy time on his mind from the edgy anticipation in his voice and gleam
in his eye. Scott had already decided earlier that day to be true to his
personal commitment not to do any more messing around until he and Tom
could do it together. "What good are promises and commitments if I can't
keep them one lousy day?" Scott groaned. He determined to hold strong and
prove he wasn't a flake. "No sex!" he decided as they began heading
downhill fast.

      Scott loved speed. Scott wished he could get on his dirt bike when
they got to the farm and just take off riding. He knew that would help him
clear his head and decide what to do. But that wouldn't be possible
tonight. When they rode into the barnyard, the gravel crunched beneath
their bicycle tires. Mr. Jenkins emerged from the Hispanic guy's cabin and
waved to them. "Glad ta see yer back. I was just figgerin' on settin' the
evenin' tubes on mah own."

      "Sorry. It took a little longer than I thought. Mike will help me and
we'll catch up fast," Scott apologized.

      "Go ahead and take the ol' truck on out. It'll make it a heap
faster."

      "Okay, thanks." Scott and Mike dropped their bikes beside the shed
and headed over to the truck that was parked next to the last ranch hand
cabin. Scott looked over to see Mr. Jenkins enter the mud room then grabbed
Mike's arm. "C'mere a minute. I want to show you something. Be really
quiet."

      Mike followed, full of curiosity. Scott led him around the back side
of the cabins and crept up to the window. He motioned for Mike to get down
low with him and held a finger to his lips. When they were under the
window, they slowly rose and peered in. "What the hell?" Mike
whispered. Scott held his finger back up. The Hispanic ranch hand was lying
naked on his bed untying his feet, which had been lashed up to the
headboard. His dick was partially boned, and a white bath towel lay under
his oozing ass. A stack of twenties lay scattered on the bed beside
him. Scott nudged Mike and made the shooing motion with both hands. They
crept off and then hurried into the old beat up farm truck.

      "What was that all about?" Mike asked as he slammed his passenger
door.

      "Old man Jenkins is paying him to let him fuck him."

      "No shit?"

      "Yeah, I've seen it three times now. They must do it like every
day. He must be one seriously horny old man. Although, this is the first
time he's been tied up. Tom's into that, too."

      "For real? Damn. The sight of that's getting me horny. Is it you?"

      "Not really this time, but the first two times I saw it, it did for
sure."

      "What did you mean by 'Tom's into that, too?'" Mike asked. "He's
letting old man Jenkins fuck him for money?"

      "No! I meant he likes the whole tying up thing for sex play."

      Mike stared at Scott. "When you said that you and Tom did it at that
camp, did you mean you did the big IT or just a little it?"

      Scott glanced over at Mike and said, "I plead the fifth."

      Mike laughed and asked, "Oh my God, did he tie you up for it?"

      Scott didn't answer, at least not verbally. He just stared straight
ahead at the gravel farm road he was driving down.

      "Hah! He did." Mike grinned and asked wryly, "Soooo, umm, who's
better? Me, or him?"

      Scott looked down breaking into a grin and nodded his head back and
forth in feigned embarrassment. Then he looked up, winked and said, "He
was, of course."

      "Oh you little fucker. You're messing with me. I was better, I know
it."

      "Wow, a sexual beast and humble too, all in one package," Scott
quipped.

      They reached the field and Scott gave Mike a quick lesson on starting
tubes. Mike was as bad at it as Scott had been at first, and Scott set four
tubes to Mike's one, but it still helped them finish before it got too
late. Mike mentioned that the canvas tips were kind of annoying and Scott
gave him the foreskin theory behind them. Mike just sort of smiled at the
explanation. They hopped back in the truck and Scott contemplated whether
to break the news to Mike now or later about not wanting to break his "no
sex" pledge. He ended up wimping out and keeping silent.

      At the barnyard, Scott parked the old Ford next to the shed with
their clothes and his dirt bike in it. The two went in but left the door
ajar for the waning, evening light to filter in. Mike pulled off his
overalls and dirty t-shirt and walked over to Scott's dirt bike. He swung
his leg over the seat and put his hands on the grips. "I can see how this
could be fun."

      "You look funny sitting on that with just your boxers on."

      "You ever rode it naked?"

      "NO! Of course not." Scott shook his head in disbelief. "Imagine if
you fell over or crashed? Try explaining road rash on your dick and balls
to the doctor."

      "Might be kind of exciting, though."

      "In a way, I guess. You wanna try it sometime?"

      "Serious?"

      "No. But, would you really do it?" Scott asked.

      "Sure. Not fast or anything and only after you taught me how. But I
think it would be kind of cool to be out in the open riding around
naked. It would be sort of exciting and sketchy."

       "All right, I'll put it on my list of things to try before I
die. But for now, get off and get dressed so we can go. I don't wanna be
riding bikes in the complete darkness getting over to your place."

      Mike pulled his big, soft dick out of the fly of his boxers and
started to jack it. Scott wrinkled up his nose and asked with an aggravated
tone, "What are you doing now?"

      "What you told me to do."

      "No you're not! I told you to get off and get dressed."

      "Exactly! I'm busy getting off, and when I'm done with that, I'll get
dressed."

      "Oh my God, that's so not even a little bit funny." Scott said
laughing in spite of himself.

      "If it's not funny, why are you laughing?"

      "Just stuff that thing back in your boxers and let's get going. I
seriously don't want to ride bikes on the highway in the dark."

      "Okay." Mike smiled in serious satisfaction with himself as he
stuffed himself back in and climbed off the Yamaha.

      "That there's the nicest tool in the whole damn shed." Mike and Scott
were both startled at Mr. Jenkins' voice as he leaned against the doorway
of the tool shed.

      "What the ...?" Both boys said as they jumped from being startled by
his presence.

      "Oh man, you scared the shit out of me," Scott declared. "I didn't
even hear you come in."

      Mike pulled on his street clothes and stuffed his feet in his grey
and white, size 11 Vans and tucked his heels in with a finger in the back
of the shoe.

      "I jest saw the door open and hoped it was Tom in here. I was lookin'
fer him. He was gonna do a special project fer me. You seen him?"

      "No sir," Scott answered. "Thanks for letting us take the truck to do
the watering, it made it much faster."

      "Sure. Y'all drive like that Mario Andretti feller now."

      "Thanks."

      Mr. Jenkins wandered off and Mike started snickering. "Dang dude,
that was creepy. I wonder how long he was standing there watching me jack
myself? All that 'nicest tool in the shed' shit was like pickup line or
something. He really is a dirty old man."

      "I know. He like scared the shit out of me just then," Scott
admitted. "Let's get going."

      Mike grabbed Scott from behind and ground his crotch into Scott's ass
and said jokingly, "Hold on, jest let me put mah big tool away in yer
shed. Open yer damn back door."

      Scott pushed him away and shook his head. "You're sick, you know
that?"

      Mike and Scott mounted their bikes for the ride to Mike's
place. Scott fell in behind Mike again on the ride over to his
apartment. This time the view was even better as Mike's tight fitting,
yellow, Active t-shirt clung to his broad shoulder muscles and strong,
angular back. They carried their bikes up the flight of stairs and into the
apartment, storing them on the patio.  Scott pushed in through the sliding
glass door and rushed over to the couch and grabbed the game controller
from the basket at the side. "Let's play MLB, I'll kick your butt again."
Scott hoped he could get involved in a couple of long games and keep Mike
from getting around to the sexy time.

      "That was just luck last time. I was actually hoping we could do
something else together that we haven't done for a while."

      "What?" Scott sighed and prepared his speech. He'd been rehearsing it
over and over on the last part of the bike ride to the apartment.

      Mike knelt down in front of Scott and was eye level to his crotch. "I
want to play you in a game of chess."

      "Look Mike, I know that's why you invited me over here, and I just
have to be honest with you, I'm NOT going to do anything like that. I
promised to give it up and I'm sticking to it. Don't try to talk me into it
either. If you want me to leave now, it's okay, I understand."

      "You're giving up chess? Why? And how did you know that's what I
wanted to do? I never told you that. Why would I want you leave just
because you don't want to play chess? You are freaking weird lately."

      "Wait. What? Chess?"

      "Yeah, I want to play a game of chess like we used to do every Sunday
afternoon when I'd get home from church. I've been playing with my dad
lately, and I think I can finally beat you at it."

      "Oh. OH! Oh that's cool. Yeah, let's play chess!"

      "What the heck did you think I said?"

      "Oh, umm, nothing. Forget it. Where's the chess board?"

      Mike stared at him wide eyed and stupefied, shaking his head in
confusion. "If you'll move your fat ass, I'll pull it out from under the
couch. You're standing right in front of it."

      "Oh. Oh sorry." Scott leapt out of the way.

      Mike pulled out the chessboard and set it on the coffee table. Scott
sat on the couch and tossed the game controller back into the basket. Mike
disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bag of pretzels and two
Diet Dr. Peppers and pulled a foot rest over to sit on. Scott had the board
almost setup. Scott took a white and a black pawn and mixed them up behind
his back then held out his hands for Mike to pick one. Mike chose the hand
with the black pawn so Scott got the first move.

      The two concentrated in comfortable silence for a while, munching an
occasional pretzel and slurping at the cans of Pepper. Scott noticed right
away that Mike had definitely improved. He'd learned to think three or four
moves ahead and consider the future consequences of each move. Scott moved
his bishop to the edge of the board, trapping Mike's knight. Mike's knight
couldn't be moved without exposing the king. "Hmmm," Mike said. "Good
move."

      "Thanks. I thought so."

      "If I move my horse, your penis nails my king."

      "What?" Scott asked chuckling.

      "Your penis thing will check my king if I move my horse."

      "My 'penis thing'?" asked Scott.

      "Yeah. Don't you think the bishop looks like your uncut penis?"

      Snickering, Scott said, "I guess. Yeah, it sort of does. I never
heard it called that before though. And by the way, it's not a horse, it's
a knight."

      "Well maybe after I kick your butt in this game, we can go to my room
and we can suck each other's bishops all knight until we sPAWN." Mike
tapped his knight and one of his pawns at the appropriate points in his
little play on words.

      Scott winced and said unenthusiastically, "Maybe, we'll see. But I'm
the one who's gonna be kicking butt."

      Mike looked up with an enlightened expression on his face. "I just
realized what you thought I said earlier. You thought I said something
about playing sex instead of playing chess, didn't you?"

      Scott tilted his head sideways, smirked and admitted, "Yeah."

      "Wow." Mike performed the castling move with his king and his rook to
counter the pinning move by Scott's penis shaped bishop. "So you thought
all I wanted you to come over for was sex? I'm a little offended that you
think I'm that shallow."

      Scott looked up at his friend, clearly ashamed of himself and
apologized, "Geez, Mike, I'm sorry. That was rude and stupid of me. I just
had the feeling that's what you wanted to do."

      "I won't deny I'd like to mess around some, but it's not like I'd
kick you out just because you don't want to. Geez, we're buds. This Tom
guy's really gotten into your head and messed with it. Why is that?"

      Scott slid his penis piece back one diagonal space, pondered the move
for a bit while he pondered Mike's question. Then, he lifted his fingers
from the plastic penis and leaned back into the couch cushions.

      Mike was surprised by this move. He studied every angle and thought
about all the "what if's" he could play out in his mind but saw no downside
to the obvious attack opportunity. Mike moved his knight up two and over
one, simultaneously attacking Scott's penis and his queen. Scott would have
to sacrifice his penis to save his queen.

      Scott cursed under his breath at his stupidity. After thinking for a
long time while Mike polished off his Dr. Pepper and swapped it out for a
bottled water, Scott realized he'd made a serious mistake and just had to
figure out how to minimize the damage. Scott broke from his concentration
on the game and said, "He hasn't messed with my head. Why do you think
that?"

      "C'mon. Ever since you came back from camp, you've been a freaking
head case. You blew up at me over Sammy, you've been really harsh on Sammy,
and you let this Tom guy talk you into giving up sex for hell's sake."

      "Tom didn't talk me into anything. He just committed to God and to my
dad not to mess with anyone underage anymore. I decided on my own to show
him I was committed to him by not doing any sex stuff until we can do it
legally together, like I told you. He actually tried to talk me out of it
same as you did."

      "Well, duh. You're fifteen freaking years old. If you Google the word
"horny," pictures of you and me with boners pop up on the computer
screen. I'm telling you, it just isn't natural to abstain at our age."

      "I admit I want to mess around.  Even my old man told me I should be
out having fun at this age. He was sort of hinting that I should be out
screwing girls without actually saying it, but I knew what he meant. He
wasn't exactly cool with me and Tom doing sex stuff at camp. I hate that
Tom made that stupid promise to God, but if I want him to know he can trust
me and if I'm ever gonna have a chance with him, I have to be true to my
commitment the same way he is."

      "Don't you think we're a little young for this whole lifetime
commitment thing? Why are you so hung up on having this Tom guy be in love
with you right now? Geez, you're fifteen, Scott. Why don't you go ahead and
get a brown robe and sandals, move to a monastery, and walk around chanting
prayers all day while you're at it."

      Scott slid his Queen out of harm's way and set up a possible play two
moves down the line. "Okay, DAD! Thanks for the lecture. It's your move."

      Mike shook his head in exasperation and studied his next move. Seeing
no downside to it, he moved his knight over and flicked Scott's white penis
off the chessboard in dramatic fashion. "Shit. I can't believe I put myself
in that position." Scott lamented as he considered what to do next.

      "How do you even know Tom's keeping his own commitment? He might be
out screwing his brains out with other guys. You'd never know. Maybe
... the 'special' project old man Jenkins was looking for Tom for involved
getting tied up to the bedpost and fucked like that Mexican dude."

      Scott bristled at that. "Shut up. Don't even talk like that about
Tom. He's the most honest, trustworthy guy I know. He'd never do that with
old man Jenkins."

      "Geez. Sorry. It was just a joke."

      "Not a funny one."

      "Sorry. I'll drop it. You want another soda or water?" Mike asked to
lighten the atmosphere.

      "Just water thanks."

      The conversation moved away from sex and on to the coming school
year. Mike asked Scott about the orchestra thing and actually praised him
over it. Scott asked about Mike's aspirations for the coming swim season
and they laughed easily again with each other. Scott never recovered from
his one foolish move causing the loss of his penis, and Mike eventually put
him in checkmate for the first time in the entire history of their chess
playing.

      They settled on a Kung-fu B-movie for their next activity and a
little while into it, Mike got a phone call from Shawna. He got up and
walked into the kitchen to talk. Scott's curiosity overcame him and he
moved over to the doorway and listened in. From Mike's half of the
conversation, he could tell they were talking about some upcoming church
group activity and he talked to her like he would to any friend. It wasn't
mushy at all and was barely on the level of flirting. As the conversation
began winding down, Scott slipped back into his place on the couch.

      Mike returned and plopped down on the couch next to Scott. Their bare
legs touched beneath their shorts. The movie was pretty awful and Mike
looked over at Scott. "This movie sucks."

      "Yeah, seriously."

      "AHHHH, you take away girlfriend and insult honor. I kill you now!
EEEEEEEYAH!" Mike mimicked the bad acting and jumped on Scott.

      Scott retaliated with a fake karate chop to the back of Mike's neck
and they rolled to the floor. They jumped up and began a slow motion
kicking and hand to hand karate fight to an improvised choreography. They
were struggling to not burst out laughing.

      Scott swung his leg behind Mike and did a takedown to the carpet,
landing on top of him. They rolled until they bumped against the coffee
table and the white, penis shaped chess piece toppled off the table and
landed on the floor next to Scott's head. Mike, who was perched on top of
Scott at this point, picked it up and slipped it into his mouth. He
mumbled, "Ooks ike I get to uck on your enis after all."

      "What did you just say?"

      Mike pulled the chess piece from his mouth and repeated, "It looks
like I get to suck on your penis after all." He slipped the bishop back
into his mouth and began pumping it in and out over his lips, smiling from
ear to ear at his cleverness.

      Scott chuckled and said, "What would Shawna say about you doing
that?"

      Mike pulled the chess piece from his mouth and got a serious look on
his face. "I don't really care what Shawna would say. I'm not engaged to
her and I haven't made any commitments to her or to God or to anyone
else. I just wanna have fun. Mike leaned down, pressed his lips into
Scott's and kissed him deeply. His tongue pressed along the crease of
Scott's lips and Scott instinctively parted them, allowing entry. The tips
of their tongues danced for a full minute before Mike slid his back into
his mouth and pulled up off Scott's lips.

      They stared into each other's eyes for a long time in curious
silence. Scott felt Mike's expanding manhood slide upward bit by bit
between their bodies. "Why do you keep kissing me?" Scott asked. "I thought
you said it was gay."

      "I did think so. I still do. I think I am."

      "What?"

      "I think I'm gay, dork."

      "No. I know what you meant; I'm just kind of blown away by it. Why do
you think you're gay?"

      "When I told you I could get a hand job from Shawna anytime I wanted
one but that's all she would do; well, that wasn't all true. Truth is,
that's all I wanted her to do. The other day before we shared that amazing
experience in the back of Nick's truck, I'd been to her house. No one else
was home. We just flirted for a while, but then we ended up kissing and
making out. She started rubbing me over my shorts and I got hard. We had
only kissed before then. Her shirt was pulled out of her waist and I had my
hand up her back rubbing it and I put it down her pants to rub her ass
while we were making out. It was too tight and she freaking undid her snap
and unzipped her jeans for me. We ended up on the couch, groping and
kissing and she was grabbing my boner."

      "Wow. So how far did you go?"

      "I stuck my hand down the front of her panties and she didn't object,
so I slid it all the way to her bush. I rubbed my fingers through it and
she started sliding her hand up the leg of my shorts. She took hold of my
dick under my shorts and I slipped my finger between her legs. You know
what happened next?"

      "What?"

      "Nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely NOTHING!"

      "What do you mean?"

      "I was thinking this is it. This is my chance. I could get laid
here. She's an awesome person. She's got charm, good humor, decent looks,
and she isn't real possessive or anything. She's just missing one thing."

      "What's she missing?"

      "A dick. She didn't have one. There was just this slimy fold of skin
down there. What was I gonna do with that? She's Jewish, you know, and I
thought maybe the rabbi sneezed when he was circumcising her and whacked it
all off by accident."

      Scott burst out laughing.

      "No, shit I mean it. I was like, what do I do with this gooey mess? I
can't suck it, it's all slimy and stinky. Hell, my finger stunk all day
afterwards. There's nothing to grab hold of and rub or play with. And sure,
I could stick my dick up inside her, but the idea grossed me out somehow. I
actually started losing my erection. I pulled my hand free and pulled hers
off my dick and said it was too soon to be doing that kind of thing
together and apologized. She thought I was being this amazing, chivalrous,
white knight and said she really respected me for doing that and showing
such self control."

      "Wow." Scott couldn't think of anything else to say.

      "But I don't lose my erection with you around. I get boned just
thinking about doing things with you. When you let me stick it in you later
that same day, it was the most fulfilling, erotic, satisfying experience of
my life. I knew then what I really wanted. Who, I really wanted. I don't
really like the idea of being gay. There's just a whole mess of awful shit
that goes with it, but I can't deny it any longer. That's why I got mad
when you tried to kiss me, because I didn't want to admit it yet. I fought
it. Even after the amazing experience of being inside you, I tried to fight
the idea of being gay. How ridiculous is that?"

      "Not so ridiculous."

      "Anyway, I know you're all in love for some reason with that Tom
guy. When you told Jeff in the restaurant that he should try again with
Tom, it gave me hope. It gave me courage to kiss you in the restaurant. I
love you Scott." Mike sat up, grinding his ass into Scott's dick and
declared loudly, "I LOVE SCOTT JOHNSON!"

      Scott looked at him. "Mike, I love you also. But ... I love Tom as
well. I know that sounds stupid, but it's true. If I break my commitment to
myself and have sex with you now, even though I want to real bad, I
wouldn't be worthy of either of you. I'd hate myself for giving in."

      "That's impressive actually. I love you more for being strong and
true to yourself. But I'll tell you this. Tom's got one HELL of a fight
ahead of him."

      Scott reached up and pulled Mike back down on top of him. They kissed
passionately. They rolled on the floor, lip-locked and sucking on each
other's tongues, groping at each other's clothed bodies. At length, Mike
rolled back on top of Scott and murmured, "Oh fuck, I can't control it any
longer. He stiffened and thrust his engorged penis into Scott's belly. He
could feel Scott's erection pressing alongside his own. He shook from head
to toe as warm ejaculate spread into his boxers and shorts. Four quivering
emissions later, Mike collapsed onto Scott's body resting his forehead on
the carpet, cheek to cheek with Scott. The warm semen seeped through Mike's
shorts and into Scott's, warming his groin. The strong acrid smell of
Mike's cum permeated the room. A clock ticked off the seconds in another
room.

      Scott twisted his head slightly and whispered into Mike's
ear. "Checkmate, you win again."

      They lay there enjoying the intimacy of the embrace for a long
time. The lame Kung-fu movie had ended and a news anchor was prattling on
about some tragedy in a far corner of the world. Scott resisted the urge to
empty his own aching balls and was able to coax his erection to subside
without a release. They separated with a slight kiss and moved to the
bathroom to clean up.

      The two of them showered together and tenderly washed each other's
bodies. Scott's erection returned, but Mike remained soft, having satisfied
his urgency. When they had thoroughly cleaned each other up, Mike pulled
Scott into an embrace and said enticingly, "Let's sleep together naked in
my bed tonight. We don't have to do anything sexual; I just want to be next
to your naked body."

      "Geez Mike. That would be like holding an AA meeting in a saloon. I
don't think I'm strong enough for that. I'll just sleep on the couch like I
used to do when I've slept over before, or we can sleep under blankets on
the floor. Besides, what would your parents think when they found us in
your single bed together naked?"

      "They'd think we were gay and having sex, so we'd get that whole
closet thing out of the way."

      "And you're ready for that?"

      "Well. No."

      "That's what I thought." Scott planted a quick smooch on Mike's cheek
and stepped out of the shower. He dried off and went to Mike's room and
borrowed a clean pair of Mike's boxers and shorts. They laid blankets out
on the living room floor in front of the big screen and snacked on popcorn
and slurped down another Dr. Pepper while they watched Saturday Night
Live. During a commercial, Mike turned to Scott and said, "I think it's
physically and mentally unhealthy for a boy your age to abstain from
sex. That's my professional opinion, and" pointing to his can of
Dr. Pepper, "I am a doctor, you know." Scott just grinned.

      Mike snuggled into the blanket and turned toward Scott. He lay on his
pillow and studied the handsome features of his best friend with a
pleasant, dreamy expression on his face. He reached over and traced a
finger over Scott's large brown nipple and lightly pinched the nub. Scott
tried to focus on the stupid skit on SNL but he wasn't really listening. It
was just added noise to all the other noise going on inside his head. He
felt Mike's roving finger trace up his neck and around the perimeter of his
large ears. Mike followed each of the ridges in the ear until he found his
way to the canal. Then he licked his finger and wiggled it into the ear
canal sending shivers through Scott's body. Scott twitched and squirmed
away. Mike giggled. Scott looked him in the eye and they stared at each
other as Mike's eyes drooped, closed and fluttered beneath the lids.

       Scott reached for the TV remote and was about to switch off the
noise, but decided to see if anything else was on. Sleep evaded him as he
hashed over his problem with choosing between Mike and Tom. He hit upon a
rerun of Stand by Me, Rob Reiner's classic coming of age adaptation of
Stephen King's book, The Body. It was right at the part where the boys are
crossing the railroad trestle and a train is coming. The river gorge is too
steep to jump and it seems impossible for them to make it to the end before
the train runs them over. Gordie, the hero, urges Vern to run faster and
faster. At the last minute, Gordie grabs Vern and hurls him off the
trestle. The two of them roll down the steep embankment, barely surviving
with only a few scrapes and bruises.

      The movie helped take Scott's mind off his personal turmoil. He
watched up until the part where the boys take a shortcut through a
swamp. They are wading through the swampy water in nothing but their
underwear and then they discover that they are covered in leeches. They
freak out and rush to shore and start desperately pulling the icky leeches
from their bodies. Gordie pulls the waistband of his white bvd's out and
peers in. He starts whimpering as he reaches into his underwear and
speaking through a crackling voice, "Oh shit. Oh shit, Chris. It's on my
balls." Cringing, he pulls out a leech and his hand is covered in blood
from the leech that had been sucking on his balls. Shortly after that
scene, Scott's body demanded sleep and he fell into a fitful and uneasy
slumber.

      Mike's parents turned off the TV, picked up the spilled popcorn and
stepped carefully around the sleeping bodies. His mom found it cute that
their son's arm was draped lazily over his best friend's bare
chest. Scott's bare foot and leg from the knee down was sticking out of the
blanket from his tossing and turning. After his wife left the room, Mike's
father lifted the blanket and was satisfied and relieved to see Scott
wearing not only boxers but a pair of shorts as well.

      Scott's sleep was not restful nor was it comforting. Scott found
himself hiking through the woods with his two friends, Mike and Tom. They
were laughing and joking, each of them trying to outdo the other for
Scott's attention. They came upon a deep river gorge with two train
trestles crossing the massive crevice. They were too far apart from each
other to jump from one to the other. "Let's have a race," Tom suggested.

      "Good idea," agreed Mike. "Winner gets something. I know; winner gets
Scott!"

      In his dream, Scott squirmed over the idea of being the prize, but
after thinking about it, it was the perfect solution to his problem. With a
race, he didn't have to choose between them. The relief at not having to
choose took a giant load off of his shoulders, causing him to start
floating off the ground. He was floating up, up, up, carefree and
weightless.

      "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Mike and Tom asked together
as they each grabbed a pant leg and pulled him back to earth. They each
planted a kiss on opposite cheeks making Scott blush. Tom stood on his left
foot and Mike stood on his right foot to hold him down on the ground.

      "Okay, so the winner gets to have me all to themselves for one night
of hot, crazy sex."

      "OH NO! Not just one night," Mike complained.

      "Definitely not!" agreed Tom "The winner gets to have you every night
forever and ever and ever."

      "Okay then, on your mark," began Scott. "Get set."

      "WAIT!" Tom said. "If we take off running, you'll float away on us
and we won't have our trophy boy at the end."

      "You'll have to hold on to this big rusty lever over there," Mike
suggested. They stepped off his toes and guided Scott's floating body like
a hot air balloon in the Macy's parade over to the large rusty lever. It
was attached to some gears by the side of the train track. Scott grabbed
hold of the lever and his weight caused it to slide to the left. The
guiding track slid from right to left as a result.

      "Look, I can control which side the train goes on with this lever."
Scott pulled back to the right and the tracks switched back to the
right. Then he leaned to the left again and the lever switched the tracks
back to the left trestle. "Cool."

      "Yeah, cool," both Tom and Mike muttered quite disinterested.

      "Okay let's race now. I want to win my handsome, lover boy prize."
Mike took the left trestle and Tom took the right side.

      "On your mark. Get set. GO!" Scott called out. The two boys took
off. Scott cheered for Mike, and then he cheered for Tom. Oh, it was so
exciting. Who would win him as their forever lover? He remembered how it
felt the first time Tom put his dick up inside of him. He remembered how
nice it was to lay together afterward cuddling on the bunks. He wanted Tom
to win. Then he remembered how awesome it had been when Mike penetrated him
in Nick's truck. Mike's large dick filled him to overflowing and drove him
crazy as it pumped within him. He thought about all the wonderful times
they had shared together over all the years and he wanted Mike to win. Oh,
he just couldn't decide. Mike was ahead at first, then about midway, Tom
overtook Mike and they swapped positions step after step.

      Suddenly Scott's excitement over the race was shattered by the sound
of a train roaring up the track at full speed. He looked in horror as he
realized there was no way for Mike or Tom to make it safely across before
the train ran them over or they jumped to their death in the river gorge
below. Panic swept over him as he stared at the oncoming passenger
train. Scott leaned on the lever and shifted it to the left, then to the
right and back to the left. "NO!" he screamed. "This isn't fair. I don't
want to choose. I can't choose." The train kept coming. The passengers in
the train cars chatted merrily and glanced at the scenery, oblivious to the
life and death decision that beset poor Scott.

      Scott was crying and screaming. Neither Tom nor Mike paid any
attention to him or the oncoming train. The moment of truth was upon
Scott. He pushed it left for Mike, then right for Tom. No, left. No, right.
Mike, Tom, Mike, Tom, Mike, Tom. "I don't know!" He sobbed. He vacillated
and in the very last second, pushed the rusty lever to the ...

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One more chapter to go, unless it gets too long and I have to split it into
two chapters. Either way, the light at the end of the tunnel is actually
this story's caboose. Comments and critique are welcome at
h.schreiber@hushmail.com