Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2015 16:45:13 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rough Edges  Chapter 16

Welcome back. In this chapter, Phil learns that Larry's friends are pretty
special. And even though he is really too "grown up" for it, he goes trick-or-
treating.

The story is mine and is total fiction. There is sex between minor boys.
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Thanks to all of those who have emailed me about the story. Email is my
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CHAPTER 16
HALLOWEEN

<Phil Miller>

The changing speed of the bus woke me out of my reverie. As soon as I
glanced out of the window I knew we were exiting the freeway to head for
Manny's Diner. They were expecting us and were prepared to feed a bus
load of hungry adolescents.

We had fifteen players, six JV players who had helped us in various ways,
three coaches, and one twelve-year-old on the bus. Since the bus had 56
seats, there was plenty of room to stretch out. When the bus pulled into the
parking lot of the diner we were greeted by some of the players' parents
and family as well as various members of the school booster club, all of
whom were invited to join us (at their expense, of course).

The diner was owned by Manny Shepherd, who was a Mayfield graduate.
He had played baseball for the Mustangs back in their original glory days.
He went to culinary school after graduation and eventually he and his wife
and a friend from school purchased the diner. He had a back room with
enough space to seat all of us. Even a little over an hour-and-a-half's drive
from Mayfield, we were able to get something special from a Mayfield
alumnus.

This was an opportunity for the boosters and team family members to help
celebrate the win (or commiserate in the loss had it come to that). There
was sure to be more celebrating once we got to Mayfield. I knew there
were going to be a few teenage hangovers tomorrow, which, fortunately,
was Memorial Day and therefore not a school day.

It was well over an hour before we got back on the road. Larry had been in
good spirits after brooding a little about the two suspensions. He and
Chandler were trading light-hearted insults as they boarded the bus. The
mood at dinner had been festive and that carried over onto the bus. It was
a bit noisier than the ride from the ballpark to the restaurant had been.

I sat next to Larry and squeezed his hand. He looked at me and gave me
that winning smile I'd loved ever since sixth grade.

"Stopping there was a great idea," he told me. "Manny certainly went all-out
for the team. And the parents and boosters were great."

I knew he was complimenting them on not bringing up the suspensions.
That was something that could be explained later should anybody ask or
comment about them after we returned to normalcy at Mayfield. "The kids
were great as well," I added, making sure to give them proper credit.

Larry's smile widened. "Those kids have been great for a long time." He
yawned. "I think it's nap time." He looked over at Coach Hart who was
across the aisle and a row behind us. "Make sure the kids keep the bus in
one piece. I'm gonna catch a few winks." Coach Hart smiled and nodded.

Larry still had ahold of my hand. "I'd rather nap with you," he whispered.

"We'll be in our house in less than two hours," I reminded him.

"I may want something more active than a nap when we get there."

He let go of my hand and dropped the seatback down. He closed his eyes
and was out almost instantly. I looked over at him, admiring what I saw. He
was just as beautiful in my eyes as he'd been when we first met.

Looking back at it, I admired his beauty from the time I'd noticed him on the
bus the first day of sixth grade; at the time I just wasn't ready to
acknowledge it. But after seeing him naked in his bedroom and having his
touch send me into an orgasm, I now saw him for what he really was—a
beautiful boy I wanted as a friend.

After my mother picked me up, I expected to be taken to the hospital for x-
rays, but she thought otherwise.

"You don't look to be doubled up in pain," she said. "I'll take you in
tomorrow."

Normally that would be fine with me—I wouldn't mind missing some school.
But this time I wanted to see Larry. I wanted to board the bus in the
morning and see Larry sitting in the area he usually sits in, smile at him and
see if he smiled back. I wanted to have my old desk back in homeroom so I
could sit behind him and admire his body and maybe catch glimpses of his
ass. I was afflicted with a boy crush that was right up there with what I'd felt
for Andy.

Instead, I'd be sitting in a waiting room all morning being bored. I had to
change my mother's mind.

"Mom, we don't need to go at all. I feel fine," I told her.

"Jennifer works as a nurse. She thinks it should be x-rayed, so it will be x-
rayed. End of argument." Jennifer was Larry's mother. My mother didn't
become assertive very often, but when she was we all knew to listen.

Keegan didn't care about my ribs. He knew I had stayed on the bus after
school and was looking for a fight. As far as he was concerned, I got what I
deserved. Troy wasn't pleased with my decision making either.

"You have enough problems without going off starting fights."

"They were my friends."

"I take it they're not anymore." I had told him all of the details of the quick
fight after we got off of the bus. Troy was the only person in the world I
totally trusted.

I shrugged. I didn't want him telling me who my friends should be. Just
because I trusted him didn't mean he couldn't piss me off sometimes. I
didn't tell him about the sex stuff in Larry's bedroom; I wanted to feel things
out before confessing to anything. I slept in my own bed that night, not
wanting Troy to bang against my ribs while we slept.

The wait at the military hospital at the fort the next morning was a long one.
I grew bored with my reading assignment, then grew bored with my video
games, and finally tried to fall asleep. It was hard to do sitting up in the
waiting room chair because my ribs still ached, even after on and off icing.

The final news after the x-rays were taken and read was that my ribs
weren't broken, just bruised. The doctor gave my mother some pain
medication and a long list of instructions.

"You really need to quit fighting," she scolded as she drove me to school.
The doctor said I was healthy enough to go to school, but excused me from
PE for a week.

"They started it." That was only partly true. While "they" started the actual
fight, I was party to getting the planned rumble off of the ground.

"Well, just walk away from it. You need to find another friend like Andy. He
was such a nice boy."

"Mom, you hardly ever saw him—I always went to his house."

"Mothers know these things, sweetie. Larry seems to be a very nice boy. I
like Sandy."

"Whatever." I wasn't about to confess that I liked Larry even more than
Andy. I could see we were going to make it to school just before the start of
first lunch. I planned to find Larry in the lunchroom and sit with him—that is,
if he wanted to sit with me.

<Larry Sanders>

Feeling appropriately sated after my delightful meat loaf dinner with peach
cobbler for dessert, the events of the past two weeks, and especially of the
last two days, started to catch up with me. I wanted to hold Phil's hand all
the way back to Mayfield, but I wanted to close my eyes even more. So, I
released his hand and let the seatback recline. I closed my eyes, but I
didn't fall asleep.

Instead, my thoughts went back to that afternoon when Phil and I were
naked on my bed and I got him off to his first wet cum. After we'd finished
dinner and homework, his mother came to pick him up. The ready
agreement of our two mothers to let Phil stay overnight on Halloween
surprised us both. I didn't know what Phil's mother was like, but mine did
not readily agree to such youthful nonsense. I could tell that our mothers
liked each other, which I guess helped. All I knew then was that I wasn't
going to argue with their decision since it was one I liked.

I remember that when the Wednesday morning bus got to Phil's stop he
didn't get on. I saw his brother, Keegan, but I didn't see Phil.

"I didn't see Phil," Ben said. We'd filled him and David in on what had
happened on my bed. They thought it was hot.

"I didn't see him either," Perry added. My five friends looked at me as if
maybe I'd seen something they hadn't.

All I could tell them was that I didn't see him either.

"Since it is rather difficult to hide on a bus," Jung pontificated, "logic would
tell us that he was not on the bus."

"Jung, you are the most logical dude in our group," Q told him.

Jung took a quick look around him and smiled. "I am also the only one with
the most pubic hair and cum, which makes me the most mature."

Perry said, "I've gotten drops a couple of times."

"Whatever, P," Q chided him. "Everybody's seen your cum but us."

"Don't call me P and that's not my fault."

I saw Keegan in the foyer talking with some other seventh graders. I'd
heard a couple of them were druggies.  I asked Keegan where Phil was,
but he pretended I was some annoying insect and ignored me. I had Phil's
brother pegged as an asshole.

I also saw Carlos, and was happy when he ignored me. He could ignore
me for the rest of our lives as far as I was concerned.

Phil wasn't in homeroom either. I was getting a little worried. Maybe he did
have a broken rib and would miss a lot of school. I wondered if it would
keep him from trick-or-treating with us and staying over at my house the
next day.

When lunch rolled around I went to the table where my buddies and I hung
out. Jung and Q were already there, probably getting into a contest to see
who could use the biggest words to confuse the rest of us. It didn't take
long for all six of us to have our spots at the table.

"Hey, look who just walked in," Q said, pointing toward the main door of the
lunchroom. I turned my head and saw Phil. The sight of him sent my heart
rate up; I wanted to jump up and grab him and drag him back to the table.
Instead, I waved my hand, hoping he would see us. He did and took one of
the last two chairs at our table. He looked happy to see us, which made me
happy.

"Hey, Phil, whazzup?" Ben asked.

"Nothin', just happy to be in school."

"Serious?" I asked.

"Better than the stupid hospital waiting room."

"How are your ribs?"

"Bruised but not broken."

"That is very good news," Jung told him. "That means you will be able to
help us extort our neighbors tomorrow."

"Huh?"

"He means you'll be able to go trick-or-treating with us," I explained.

"If you say so. But, yeah, I'll be joining you guys tomorrow night."

"Don't forget to bring a grungy shirt or sweater or old jacket or something,"
Q reminded him. "I've got the masks."

Phil headed for the lunch line to get his hot lunch. He was back quickly
since the line had pretty much died down.

"We were worried about you," I told him when he got back with his tray of
fish sticks and tater tots.

"Really? You were really worried about me?"

"Well, yeah, you're our friend now."

"Yep," Q interjected. "You stood up for us yesterday. That counts for a lot
with us."

"Plus, you look very good naked," Jung chuckled.

"But, I ended up having a... you know...I...um..." Phil was obviously very
embarrassed.

"You haven't done anything the rest of us haven't done."

"For real?"

"Believe it," I told him.

Our talk drifted away from the erotic to the athletic. We asked Phil what
sports he played, even though we knew baseball was one of them. It turns
out that was the only sport he played. He told us how his friend Andy talked
him into playing and how he loved being a catcher.

"We're going to have to get you playing soccer next year," Jung said.

"Soccer?" I gasped. "Next year we'll be in seventh grade and can turn out
for the school football team."

"I don't think I'd like soccer," Phil said. "I can't kick the ball that great. But,
football, I didn't know we could play next year—I thought it was just eighth
graders."

"You've gotta quit sleeping through homeroom," I laughed.

"Football should be fun. I can knock people around and shit...er...stuff, and
won't even get in trouble for it."

"Unless the zebra throws a yellow flag," Q pointed out.

The bell rang ending lunch. We had gotten so into our chatter that he didn't
realize how much time had passed.

"I feel like I always did when I was new in a school," Phil said. "Like I'm
learning peeps from scratch."

"You were in fifth grade with a bunch of guys here," I reminded him.

"Yeah, but except for Andy and a couple of guys on my baseball team, I
didn't like most of them."

We were heading out for the foyer and then to the sixth grade hall. "Did
Carlos and Skyler go to your school?" Jung asked.

"Yeah."

"You must have liked them."

Phil said nothing. We could see that it was going to take more time to get to
know him.

<Phil Miller>

Turning around and punching Tim instead of punching Larry at the corner
was the best thing I ever did. I was amazed how at home I felt having lunch
with Larry and his friends. It really was like the first day in a new school.

Larry and I had math together. He smiled at me when I came into the room.
I flashed him my best grin—I was genuinely happy to see him.

We corrected our homework and passed it in. Mr. Rodman, the math
teacher, looked straight at me.

"This is a treat, Mr. Miller—you're actually passing in a homework paper."

"Yes sir, I am."

"I assume it is finished."

"Yes sir, it is."

"And I get a polite `sir' thrown out at me instead of your usual surly, `Yeah'."

I wanted to throw out a surly "Go fuck yourself," but I kept my mouth shut.
Mr. Rodman was a pretty good teacher, but he could get really sarcastic at
times. I really didn't like him, and I was certain he didn't like me. So I just
nodded, which I hoped gave him the message that our chat was over.

After the lesson we had a little time to start our assignment. Instead of
finding ways to waste my time, I went right to work on it. I really do have a
good head for numbers and the assignment wasn't that difficult. I could
probably get a B or better on a test without a lot of effort. But I didn't care
and didn't bother to work out the problems when I could do them in my
head. Mr. Rodman insisted on seeing our work, so he didn't grade me very
highly.

But one thing I'd figured out in the past two days was that Larry, Jung, Q,
and Daniel were really good students. I didn't know about Ben or Perry,
they seemed more like average students. I realized if I wanted to be
accepted by my new friends, I'd need to be more than a string of grades
below C level. Maybe this was my excuse to do the stuff Troy told me to do,
but who cared what the reason was. I've always been a decent enough
student, at least until this year, and it was now time to quit being a loser.

My class after math was gym class. Jung was in my class and his presence
led to an interesting situation. As we stripped down to shower at the end of
class, his naked body reminded me of him jerking off in Larry's room the
day before. It was the second time I'd seen him hard, and the second time
he'd seen me hard. It was also the second time he'd seen me have an
orgasm, because I knew he saw me jerking my meat in the shower the day
we both had our boners.

As much as I tried to prevent it from happening, I sprouted wood. It
happened to somebody about once a week, and everybody gave that
person a raft of shit, and then it was forgotten. Jung grinned when he saw
mine, which I'd done a pretty fair job of covering up with my towel until I
actually had to step under the showerhead.

"You know what having a boner means, don't you?" Jung asked.

"Yeah, it means my dick is excited about seeing you and is full of blood."

"What it also means, if you're going to be part of our group, is that you have
to show your boner to somebody in the lunchroom at lunch."

"You mean I have to, like, stand up and show it off?" That thought horrified
me, since I knew it would get me into trouble beyond just being in trouble.

"Oh, no. Just show it under the table to one of us."

"Did you have to do it that time you boned up?" I was out of the shower and
dressing now. I think only a couple of boys other than Jung actually saw me
boned up, but word sure got around fast. What could I say, I'd helped tell all
about somebody else having a boner a few days ago.

"I sure did. And so did Perry last week. So far we're the only ones.  I think,
based on my readings, if we do this by eighth grade, it could happen more
often."

"Okay, if I get asked to show my boner tomorrow at lunch, I'll show it."

"You'll be asked for sure. Good thing I got my pants on quick," Jung
grinned. He grabbed the bulge in his Dockers to illustrate his point. I smiled
back. I liked Jung; he wasn't shy at all. He was the one who made things
happen the day before in Larry's room.

At the end of the school day I got to my locker at the same time as Larry.
He smiled when he saw me, like he was genuinely happy to see me. I got
the books I needed for my homework and we headed to the bus stop
together.

"Nice to see you didn't forget your books this time," Larry said without a hint
of sarcasm.

"I bet you would have reminded me if I forgot them again."

Larry shrugged, but his smile said everything. When we boarded the bus,
Larry pointed to an empty seat and we sat next to each other. Things were
happening so quickly I was losing track of what life was like two days ago.

"Don't forget your old shirt tomorrow," Larry told me.

"I won't." I felt a tinge of irritation at being reminded about something that
simple. I wondered if I would've felt the same way if Larry had reminded me
to take my books home.

Jung and Q sat in front of us. "Phil owes us something at lunch tomorrow,"
Jung told Larry and Q.

Larry looked at me wide-eyed. "For real?"

"I couldn't help it," I said lamely.

"Dang, that's twice this year already." I didn't bother to tell him that the first
time I got hard in PE it had been intentional.

Carlos and Skyler passed us as they headed for the empty seats toward
the back of the bus. "Fuck," Skyler smirked. "You guys boyfriends now or
something?"

"Shut up," was all I could think to say, but it was enough. Skyler wasn't
ready to take me on, at least not by himself, and he caught up with Carlos
and sat next to him.

"Those guys make me mad," Q said.

"They just plain piss me off," I responded.

Ben, Perry, and David boarded, with Ben and David sitting across the aisle
from Larry and me. Perry became the odd man out. I suppose I should
have felt bad since I was the reason the long time group of six had
suddenly become a group of seven, but I filed it into the snooze you lose
category. I sure wasn't going to move for the redhead, who looked a little
peeved.

My stop was the first one. It wasn't until I got off that I realized Keegan
hadn't been on the bus. I figured he probably had detention, which wasn't
unusual for him. When I got home I had the house to myself. Troy had
football practice and mom was at work, so this looked like a good time to
get naked and jerk off. Homework could wait.

I took my clothes off, flopped on my bed, and pounded my pud. My JO
fantasy was of me sucking Larry's cock while Jung sucked me off. It didn't
take me long to have a dry cum. It was my first orgasm since the wet one at
Larry's house, and I was disappointed in the lack of results. Troy had told
me last night that I shouldn't expect to shoot something out every time, at
least not for a few weeks. But, I still felt a sense of disappointment in the
outcome. It felt good though, so I couldn't complain too much.

I pulled my books out of my backpack and started to work on my
homework, not bothering to get dressed.  I'd been working for about a half-
hour when I heard the front door open and close. It was too early for Troy
to come home, so it had to be Keegan.

Keegan came into the room without bothering to knock. He seemed to have
no respect for anybody in the family, and that included respecting our
privacy.

"Well, fuck, you're naked," he smirked.

"Good guess, Sherlock. How long did it take you to figure that out?"

"You can be a real asshole sometimes."

"It takes one to know one," was my original retort. "How come you're late?"

"Me and Luke went with his big brother to buy some weed."

"Where'd you get the money?"

"His brother said he'd buy it for me if I gave him a blow job. That was a no
brainer. It's not like I haven't sucked dick before. So I blew the dude in the
car right outside the dealer's house. It was fuckin' hot."

"And you're fuckin' crazy."

Keegan picked my briefs off the floor. "Looks like you got naked fast. Did
you have an emergency jerk off session or something?"

"Man, you can't just come barging into my room and ask me shit like that.
You must be high."

"Fuck ya, I'm high. I'm gonna get stoned in my room tonight and get high
before school tomorrow. Life's fucking good, getting killer weed for a
mouthful of cum. That's fucking cheap. And Theron shoots a huge load."
Theron was Luke's eighteen-year-old brother.

"You're the one who's cheap."

"You're just pissed because you don't got the bucks to get your own weed,
and I sure ain't sharing mine with you."

"I never asked you to."

"So did you jerk off?"

"Yeah, but it's not like jerking off in this house is a big deal."

Keegan started giggling. He was high alright. "You and Troy fuck every
night—I can hear you."

"Me and Troy have never fucked, but yeah, we trade blow jobs—it's not like
you can complain about that."

"Maybe Theron will fuck me for cash. Luke says Theron fucks him all the
time. I said Luke should get paid."

Keegan pulled down his jeans and boxers. He had five inches of boyhood
steel poking up into the air. I checked to see if he'd grown any more pubic
hair, but it was hard to tell. "Suck my dick bro, and I'll let you smoke a bowl
with me."

"Fuck you," I mumbled. "I got homework to finish."

"Screw homework. We could both be wasted by the time Troy gets home."

"Go get stoned and leave me alone."

"I can't fucking figure you out at all. One day you get high with me, the next
day you tell me to fuck off. Then you drink booze and get high before
school. Then you tell me to go fuck myself. You're the crazy one." He
stepped out of his pants and underpants, pulled off his t-shirt and walked
up to me. He rubbed his warm, hard cock across my face. "That's what
you're missing bro. Let me know when you're ready to suck it." He walked
out of the room, leaving his clothes behind.

I finished my homework and did a little reading. It was the first time I'd read
for pleasure in a few weeks. I was reading when Troy came home.

"You look good naked," he told me. "It smells like pot. You haven't been
smoking that shit again have you?"

"Fuck no. I bet if you went to Keegan's room you'd find a big cloud of it."

"Where did he get the money? Did he steal it?"

"He got it sucking cock."

"Shit. He is one sick puppy."

I shrugged. There was nothing I could do about it, so I didn't want to get
into it. The less I thought about Keegan, the better. Troy changed to a t-
shirt and gym shorts, grabbed his backpack, and left the room. I finally
picked up my briefs and put them on.

When mom came home she checked the voicemails for the day. I never
checked them because I never get phone calls.

"There is one here for you, Phil," she informed me.

It was from Andy and I listened to it. "Call me after five," he instructed. It
was after five, but I didn't bother to call him. Listening to the message
brought my anger back to the surface. I got mad at him again for leaving
me. I bet he didn't spend any time at all being mad because I wasn't
around him anymore. I bet he didn't care how angry I was because he
moved. I thought about how much I'd liked him and how badly he'd treated
me and deleted the message.

Mom had something cooked up for dinner pretty quickly. Sometimes she
left instructions for one of us to warm something up, but this time she
cooked up some stew. Troy never came back to the bedroom. He was
either doing his homework downstairs, or helping mom with dinner.

When she called Keegan and me down for dinner, I still was wearing just
my briefs. I didn't feel like being dressed, but I sure didn't want my mother
to see me naked. Keegan didn't have that little bit of modesty; he came
downstairs stark naked. Troy was wearing the t-shirt and shorts he'd put on
earlier. He looked at us and shook his head while mom said maybe we
could wear more clothes to dinner next time.

As I so often did, I slept with Troy that night. I sucked him off twice and he
sucked me to my second orgasm of the day—it was dry again. Troy said I'd
be shooting every time really soon. I wondered what it would be like getting
fucked by Troy and I snuggled against the hard muscles of his teen body.

<Larry Sanders>

Since my friends and I got on the bus a few stops before Phil did in the
morning, there were no seats empty near us. Phil sat next to his brother,
Keegan, in a seat two rows back. Neither one looked very happy about
sitting together.

When we got to school, he told me he had a raggedy dark blue sweater in
his backpack. He showed it to me at the lockers and I let him know it was
perfect. For some reason he seemed distant in homeroom, and I still didn't
know him well enough to push him. One thing I was learning was that Phil
was that he was often a moody boy.

But, at lunch, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Since it was
done under the table, Jung and I were the only witnesses.

"You're paid up," Jung told him.

"Everybody should be able to see it," Perry groused.

"Look under the table," Phil told him.

Perry peeked under the table and then sat back up, smiling. "We should be
able to touch it," he said.

"That wasn't part of the deal," Phil replied.

"I was just saying, it would add to the whole thing. Everybody gets to have
a feel."

"You're a sick puppy, Red," Q told him.

"Don't call me Red."

"Whatever you say, P," Ben chimed in.

Perry grumbled to himself, but didn't say anything to us.

After school Phil gave the bus driver a pass that allowed him to ride the bus
to our stop. His mother had checked into what was required and had told
him to pick up the pass at the office.

Everyone headed directly home after we got off the bus. Q's mother was
going to make us dinner. We were all going to be at his house by five
where we would eat and get into our costumes. Those costumes consisted
of grungy clothes and masks, makeup, or a combination of both. Q's mom
would help us apply the needed scars and whatever other makeup we
needed as she did every year.

When Phil got to my house, mom was home. She had a bowl of sliced fruit
and a glass of milk for each of us. Phil thanked her and we set to work on
our homework. We didn't have much since our teachers went pretty easy
on us because of Halloween. We worked at the dining room table. We both
had a little bit of math and spelling to study for.

"You've been kind of quiet today," I commented.

"Sorry, I had things to think about. And this is all really new to me. I haven't
gone trick-or-treating since I was eight."

"It's really easy," I told him. "You just go to a door and say trick-or-treat. We
usually go in two groups so we don't look like we're hogging things. You
can be in my group."

"With who else?"

"With me, Q, and Ben."

"Sounds like fun," he said. But he didn't sound like he meant it.

But things ended up working out pretty well. Q's mom cooked her famous
and delicious mac and cheese and we cleaned out everything that she
made.

"I'm going to have to up the recipe," she said. "You boys are becoming
bottomless pits."

I noticed Phil's enthusiasm pick up as we got our stuff on. He decided not
to wear a mask. Instead, he let Q's mom put makeup on him and he ended
up being a very realistic looking zombie—that is if zombies can be called
realistic.

We picked up our usual pile of treasure around the neighborhood and
ended up at my house. We were lucky that it didn't rain, but the weather
had been nippy and we were happy to get into a warm house. My mother
had hot cocoa and fresh-baked cookies ready for us. She helped clean the
makeup off of the faces that needed cleaning.

When everybody was ready we split up the spoils. For example, Perry
didn't like anything with nuts, so we would trade his nutty candy for
somebody else's candy that didn't have nuts. While we worked on our
booty, we ate cookies, drank hot cocoa, and talked a lot.

One of the topics was sex. Sex was becoming a topic with us more and
more often. The specific topic became anal sex, something we were
hearing other boys talk about, not to mention us coming across references
to it online.

"Stuart fucked me last night," Perry boasted. Stuart was a friend of Perry's
brother.

"Red, you're so full of shit," Q said. "If you got fucked as much as you said
you did by your brother and his friends you'd have a giant hole in your ass."
The first time Perry claimed to have been fucked was spring of fifth grade.

"Don't call me Red," Perry intoned automatically. "And that's not how it
works. After you get fucked, your hole starts to close and gets smaller."

"When do we get to watch?" Ben asked.

"Yeah," Jung chimed in. "We've been to your house and watched you do
stuff with your brother, but you have never done that."

"Fucking is kind of private," Perry said.

"Then it's time to make it public, Red," Q told him.

Perry didn't complain about being called Red. "If I show you, it won't be
with Dean, okay?" Dean was Perry's almost fourteen-year-old brother. He
was in eighth grade and rode the bus with us.

"Then who will it be?" I asked. I had sprung major wood during the chat,
and I'm sure I wasn't the only one.

"Stuart might do it in front of you. I'd have to ask."

"Only ask him for real," Q said. "None of this, `I asked and he said no', shit.
Maybe Jung or me should be with you when you ask."

"No way, Jose," Perry said emphatically.

"Do you guys talk this way all of the time?" Phil asked.

"If you mean do we always give each other shit, then the answer is yes. If
you mean, do we always talk about butt fucking, then the answer is no," Q
informed him.

"Mom alert," I hissed. I had a seventh sense about my mom being close. A
couple of crotches were adjusted to hide erections as mom entered the
dining room.

"Okay, boys, it's time for you all to head home. Except for Phil and Larry, of
course."

"I wish I could stay," Q lamented.

"You've got tomorrow," I told him.

Q grinned. "Yeah, and I won't have to sleep in the guest room either."

Mom left us alone as we cleaned up our mess on the table. "I can't wait go
home and jerk off," Perry said.

"As least you didn't say go home and get fucked by your brother," Jung
said.

"I'm spending tomorrow night at Ben's," David said, one of the few times he
talked all evening.

"Lucky," Q told him. "Same bed?"

"Duh," Ben said. "If it's not the same bed, why bother?"

None of us disagreed with that. I noticed Phil didn't react to that question.
In fact, he'd said little as we divided up the spoils. He was friendly with all of
us, but he stayed out of the sexual banter. Just like yesterday, he seemed
to be holding things back.

After the house cleared out, dad took his cut of my spoils, like he always
did. He called it his payment for letting us out of the house. He had his
favorite candy bars, and made sure to take at least one of any favorite I
happened to have, whether it was dropped into my bag at a door or I took it
when the spoils were split. I knew what he liked and I knew what I liked.
There were candies we both liked, and I worked hard to make sure I had
one of those for each of us. Dad didn't try to wipe me out, but he enjoyed
getting what he considered his parental share.

"You boys have a half-hour to decompress, then it's off to bed," dad told us.
Phil and I said good-night to my mom and dad and then headed up to my
room to chat. It was just the two of us and Phil seemed to be a lot more
relaxed.

"I like your dad," he told me. "He seems to be really cool."

"Yeah, he's a good dad, even when he steals my candy."

"He doesn't steal it, you give it to him."

"Yeah, under threat of evil things happening."

"Like what?"

"I dunno," I said. "Just threats. So, I sacrifice some of my candy to keep the
beast happy."

Phil giggled. "You're funny." I loved his giggle and I loved his laugh. I was
starting to get a major crush on my new friend. "But, I'm serious. I like your
parents. I mean, they are letting me spend the night here and they just met
me two days ago. They don't even know me."

"They know I like you and you're my friend and that's good enough for
them. Them letting you stay is kinda weird, but I sure wasn't going to argue
it. I guess they must admire you for standing up for us in the big rumble.
Plus, they really seem to like you, which is the most important thing. They
like all of my best friends, even grumpy Perry."

"Am I best friends?"

"Do you want to be?"

"Sure, if you'll let me."

I gave him what I thought was my best smile. "I like you. All my best friends
like you. I guess you're in." I started stripping off my clothes.

"What are you doing?" Phil asked.

"Taking off my clothes. I don't plan to sleep in this stuff. I mean we have
seen each other naked after all."

"Yeah, and we had boners, too."

I stripped down to my boxers. Phil held back and finally asked, "What
should I do since I'm not sleeping with you?"

"You can get undressed here or in the guest room. Nobody will care and
since my parents' bathroom is downstairs they won't bother us and won't
notice you in your underwear." He was down to his white briefs in a hurry. I
wasn't boned up and it didn't look like he was, either. The briefs looked
very familiar. I had no doubt they were the briefs I'd worn on Tuesday that
got mixed up with his. I wished I'd put his briefs on, too, but they were in my
dirty clothes hamper.

We sat on my bed together, the first time we'd been on it at the same time
since our mutual orgasms of two days ago.

"I got a boner when Perry started talking about butt fucking," I confessed.

"Me too. I heard somebody talk about it yesterday, too."

"Who?"

"My brother, Keegan." I waited for more, but he didn't add anything. I was
discovering that I had to give Phil his space and let him say things in his
own time.

He was the one who broke the silence. "Have you done it?"

I shook my head. "Have you?"

"Nope. I don't think I ever will. It sounds way too gross to me."

I agreed it sounded gross. What I didn't say was that it also sounded very
sexy.

Mom called up that it was time for bed. Phil started to pick up his clothes.
"Just leave them here. You got your school clothes in your backpack,
right?"

"Yeah." Phil had left his backpack in the guest room. Like my own
bedroom, it had its own bathroom. It had a shower and tub while mine only
had a shower. I didn't care, because I wasn't big on taking baths. Well,
except sometimes with Q or Jung on a sleepover. We'd use the tub in the
guest room for that.

After Phil left I turned off my lights and pulled off my boxers. I was enjoying
sleeping naked more and more. I considered jerking off, but decided not to.
I had a boner, but I was tired. The thought of Phil being up the hall in the
guest room made me rock hard.

Having us sleep in separate rooms was a stupid idea. I had protested to my
mom and dad, but to no avail. I really did want to jerk off, but I wanted to do
it with Phil here in my bedroom—in my bed. I didn't want to do it with him in
a bed down the hall. I fell asleep wishing my bed wasn't empty.

Next: First Night.