Date: Wed, 21 Oct 2015 20:45:32 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rough Edges  Chapter 17

Welcome back for another chapter of "Rough Edges". In this chapter Phil
spends the night at Larry's house for the first time. But, being
assigned to separate bedrooms does not sit well with either boy.

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CHAPTER 17
FIRST NIGHT

<Phil Miller>

It was beginning to get dark as we started up the pass. We would cross the
mountain pass, make our way back down the west slope of the Cascades,
pass through Kentburg, and then Mayfield, which was just a few miles west
of our rival town.

Larry had fallen asleep. I wished it was possible to cuddle up next to him,
but that would have to wait until we arrived home. There were few things I
loved more than to be lying in bed next to my man. While we were both still
virile men in our thirties, we didn't have sex every night. Some nights were
made for sex, most nights were good for sex, and some nights were simply
for cuddling. There were nights when we just lay next to each other and
masturbated. Sometimes, I masturbated by myself. Except when one of us
was ill, we slept together every night, whether there was sex or not.

I couldn't imagine being in bed without Larry at my side; his being next to
me always felt right.

The first night I was in a bed with him it wasn't planned; in fact we'd been
forbidden from doing so. But, that Halloween night when I was sleeping in
the guestroom of his house, I found myself not wanting to be alone.

The guestroom was huge. It had its own full-size bathroom, complete with
shower and tub. The bed was a king-sized bed. I thought about pulling off
my boxers and sleeping naked like I usually did, but I was in a strange
house occupied by people I barely knew.

I was on my back, staring up at the ceiling. The light on the nightstand was
still on. Agreeing to go trick-or-treating and then spend the night had been
a big mistake. As Larry and his friends split up the candy, I couldn't help but
feel like an outsider. They had been doing this for years and knew each
other's likes and dislikes. I had spoken to most of them for the first time on
Tuesday.

And now I was alone on a big bed. I wanted somebody next to me right now. I
thought about Andy and me on this big bed, or even Troy.  Then I remembered
his voicemail asking me to call him and my anger started rising again. I
had never once tried to contact him since he'd left. I was too angry with
him for leaving me, and with his mother and Craig, who was going to be his
step-father, for taking him away from me. I could tell that Andy wasn't
upset about being away from me, because he'd left me a voicemail. If he was
upset, he would have ignored me like I was ignoring him.

I was angry with Keegan for being Keegan. I was angry with my mom for
not making me stay home tonight. I was angry with Troy, my fifteen-year-
old big brother, who was more my father than my father was. He should
have told me he wanted me to sleep with him tonight. And, I was angry with
my father for not being in my life, even when he was in my life. I had so
much anger in me I knew I would never get to sleep.

I thought about getting up, getting dressed, and walking home in the dark.
I'd get home and wake up Troy and tell him I wanted to get fucked by him,
just like Perry and Keegan's friend, Luke, said they got fucked by their big
brothers.

I was angry at Larry for making me sleep alone in this big bed in the middle
of this big, impersonal room. It reminded me of the hotel rooms we stayed
in when we traveled, only it was bigger and the furniture was more
expensive, and the decorations were better. I knew Larry didn't care about
me because he didn't want me to sleep with him. I was also angry at his
parents for making me sleep alone in this big bed. If Larry was really a
friend he would have had my back, argued with his parents, and let me
sleep with him no matter what they said. That was what I would have done.

I was also angry with Larry because he had the kind of life I wished I had. I
was sure he would never be wide awake in the middle of the night staring
up at his ceiling. He had a great family with a mother and father who loved
him and gave him things and kept him safe. He didn't have a brother who
got drunk and smoked pot and who sucked cock to get drugs. He wasn't
angry at me for being alone in this room, because he was asleep in his own
bed, happy with his life. He didn't care where I slept as long as it wasn't
with him.

My mind was made up. I was leaving. Except for the clothes I wore trick-or-
treating, I had all of my stuff in this room. Then I remembered that my
jacket was in the closet in the front hall. I could get that when I left the
house and walk home wearing it and my underwear.

Pulling the covers back, I sat up on the bed, ready to kick my legs around
so my feet could hit the floor. But at that moment, I was struck by a
memory. It was the memory of something I'd seen on Tuesday, my first day
here. It was one of those flitting memories that came and then left. I put my
head back on the pillow and tried to bring back my last thoughts.

I was about ready to give up and go back to my escape plan when the
memory returned. I closed my eyes and saw the scene perfectly. It sent
new thoughts rolling through my head. I knew exactly what I had to do. This
time my feet did hit the floor and I did leave the big, lonely king bed.

<Larry Sanders>

Sleep wouldn't come to me. I should have been tired and happy and ready
to sleep. I'd had a great day and evening with my five old friends and my
new friend. I should have been pleased that my new friend was spending
the night. Only, he wasn't really spending the night, he was down the hall in
the guest room all by himself in a strange house.

Having Phil sleep over ended up being a good idea that wasn't a good
idea. I should have known there would be a problem when my mom agreed
to the sleepover so quickly.

I've had friends sleep over on school nights before, usually when their
parents were out of town or school had a late start. This had happened
maybe a half-dozen times total since the end of third grade. The rule had
been the same as it was now; the friend slept in the guest room—at least
until Q spent the night two Wednesdays ago.

We thought we were very grown up because my mom and dad trusted us
enough to let us sleep together on a school night. It felt so good to be
trusted we were determined not to screw things up. After chatting for about
fifteen minutes we fell right to sleep. It was the first time in quite a few
sleepovers that we didn't do anything sexual before sleeping. We were so
determined not to mess around that we slept in our underpants and a t-
shirt. Not as good as being naked, but better than not sleeping in the same
bed at all.

I was feeling badly about Phil being all alone, I decided to get out of bed
and go see if he was okay. If he was asleep I wasn't going to bother him.
Otherwise I was going to ask him if he wanted to sleep with me. I knew that
would get me into trouble, which bothered me some. I was a good kid who
tried hard not to get into trouble. But sometimes you had to stand up for
your friends, and this was one of those times.

I turned on the light on my nightstand, walked over to my dirty clothes
hamper and pulled out the briefs I'd worn today. Phil and I had seen each
other naked just two days ago in a sexually charged atmosphere, but I
didn't want him to get the wrong idea if he saw me come into his room. I
didn't want him to think I was coming in looking for sex. There I was,
eleven-years-old and my mind was already putting things into a sexual
context.

<Phil Miller>

The house was very quiet as I opened the door to the hall. I knew that the
master bedroom was downstairs and the chances of Larry's parents
catching me in the hall were close to zero, but I still felt vulnerable as I
padded slowly to Larry's room wearing nothing but my boxers. The hall was
lit by a nightlight, so I knew I would be seen.

A sudden noise startled me and my heart started thumping. If it was one of
Larry's parents I couldn't even use the excuse that I was looking for the
bathroom since the guestroom had its own bathroom. But the noise was
made by Larry's bedroom door opening. I froze as I watched Larry step into
the hall wearing just a pair of briefs.

He turned in my direction and we both froze. There we were, two little
eleven-year-old boys wearing nothing but our underpants staring at each
other in a dimly lit hallway.

"What are you doing out in the hall?" Larry asked. His manner was not
accusatory—his voice sounded sweet and concerned.

Since I was heading for his room because I needed to be truthful, I decided
right now was the time to start. Troy always told me to make my amends as
soon as I could. "I needed to tell you something," I whispered.

"What?"

"I needed to apologize."

"Apologize for what? You haven't done anything."

"I think I have." Troy told me that when you apologize it is because you
think you need to set things right, not because the other person thinks you
need to.

Neither one of us moved as we stood half-naked in the hall. Larry broke the
stalemate. "Let's go to my room."

I followed him into the room. He climbed into his bed and beckoned me to
sit next to him, which I did.

"Would you have woke me up if I was asleep?" Larry asked.

"No, but I would have come into your bed and slept with you."

"For real?"

"I couldn't sleep in that big bed in that room. It...it...it was just a weird room
with all the flowery stuff everywhere. I was feeling lost and I was..."

"Was what?"

"Feeling lonely," I confessed. Larry surprised me by putting his arm around
my bare shoulder. "What were you doing in the hall?"

Larry chuckled lightly. "I was going to your room."

For a moment my anger returned. "That fucking room is not my room." I
took a deep breath and paused, like Troy tells me to do. "Sorry. No
offense."

"It's cool."

I looked at Larry questioningly. "Why did you want to come to my room?"

"To apologize."

Just because we were both too young to understand the word irony didn't
mean that we didn't appreciate the irony of the situation.

"For what?"

"For sticking you in that room all by yourself. Well, at least that's what my
mom and dad did. If you were awake, I was going to see if you wanted to
come and sleep with me."

"And if I was asleep?"

"I would've climbed into your bed and slept with you."

"That is not my...,"

"...bed," Larry finished with a smile. We still hadn't turned off the light. "You
still haven't said what you need to apologize for."

"I was mad at you."

"So? Friends get mad at each other sometimes, and they make up."

"I was so mad at you for making me sleep in that fucking room I was hating
you. And then I was hating Andy for calling me and making me mad at
him."

Now it was Larry's turn to look puzzled. "Andy? What does Andy have to do
with you being mad at me?"

"When I get mad, lots of times I get mad at everybody and at everything
and I hate everybody, including me."

"You don't need to hate yourself. You're a pretty cool dude and now you
are my friend."

I ignored his platitude and continued my little rant. "I hated you because
your life was so good and because you had great parents and a big house
with a big bedroom and even a giant guest room with flowers on the
wallpaper and on the curtains and on the lampshades and on the bed and I
hated it all. I was ready to get dressed and walk home."

Larry gave me an incredulous look. "In the middle of the night?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you? I mean, I found you dressed in your underpants so you
sure weren't gonna walk home. So why did you want to come to my room
instead?"

I felt tears welling up and felt embarrassed by my emotions. "I can't tell
you."

"Yes, you can. I won't laugh at you or anything like that."

"I know you won't. I...I...just can't do it." Larry's arm was still around me
and he squeezed me tighter. I felt a surge of emotion for my new friend that
I couldn't comprehend let alone explain. All I knew was I didn't want him to
let go of me. I'd never felt anything this strong when I was with Andy. My
insides felt wrenched by what was happening.

"Please," Larry whispered. "Please, trust me."

I knew I should never have come in here—I should never have brought up
the topic. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt my new friend. I didn't want
to lose him; I wanted to keep him close to me, his arm always around me.
But, I had to trust him like I trusted Troy, maybe even more than I trusted
Troy.

"I came because of Austin." I could barely get the words out as I mentioned
Larry's dead brother.

Larry said nothing. As the silence got longer, I was certain I had blown my
new friendship. I was certain that Larry would never want to talk to me
again. Yet, his arm never let up on me. He reached back with his other arm
and turned off the light, darkening the room.

He continued his silence. I felt the tears that had been forming now dripping
down my cheeks. Larry pulled me tighter so that our bodies touched from
our chests to our legs. His face was so close to me that I could feel his
sweet breath against my wet cheeks. Even in the dim light of the room he
looked perfect to me.

It slowly seeped into me that there was something different here from what
I'd experienced with Andy. My thoughts were not yet fully formed, but I
would learn that as great a friend as Andy was, what we had for each other
was a boyhood crush. I would eventually learn that what was happening in
Larry's bed on the third day of our burgeoning friendship was that I was
falling in love.

I saw the glisten of forming tears in Larry's eyes as they caught the dim
light of the room. And then, like mine, they started to drip down his smooth
cheeks. We held each other tightly, our faces so close that if we moved any
closer they'd touch.

"Austin." His whisper was barely audible. "How did Austin make you want to
come into my bed?"

"Because Andy made me mad by leaving me. Because I was mad at you
for having a perfect life. Then I did what Troy tells me to do...I quit being
selfish and thinking life was about me."

"Troy sounds like a good big brother."

"He's the best." Once again there was silence as our nearly naked bodies
touched. The only sound was our breathing. We both had tears on our
cheeks, but it wasn't like we were crying and sobbing. His breath was
tickling my face, a tear dripped onto my chest. I didn't know if it was his or if
it was mine.

I stuck out my tongue and licked his teary cheek. I had no idea why I did
that, I just felt right. I broke the silence. "Andy called me and left me a
voicemail. Andy moved, but he's still my friend. But you had a little brother,
and he's gone forever. I still have two big brothers who live in my house.
I'm sorry I was mad and was jealous and I want you to be my friend. Please
be my friend." The last words rolled out of my mouth non-stop, as if I was
afraid that if I didn't get them out quickly I'd never say them.

Larry shook in my arms. "You're my friend and I'm your friend," he said.
"You didn't do anything wrong, but I'll accept your apology."

He was so close to me. I wanted my wet cheek to rest on his wet cheek. I
wanted to close that tiny gap between us and have our faces touch in some
way. It was my turn to shake. I edged my face in towards his.

With Andy our first kiss had been hesitant, experimental. With Larry it was
like a car going zero to sixty in two seconds. My lips touched his, my
tongue left my mouth and pushed through his lips as he accepted it readily.
I squeezed him so tightly I thought I would break him. Our tongues battled,
our lips locked, we moaned as we kissed with a passion neither one of us
knew we were capable of. I rolled over on top of him, my mouth never
leaving his.

<Larry Sanders>

I've never forgotten the first kiss between Phil and me. As I dozed on the
bus that kiss entered my mind for some reason. I remember us on my bed
facing each other, holding each other tightly, both of us naked except for
our underpants, our faces so close they almost touched, our cheeks wet
with tears that were flowing because the emotions inside of us had been
unleashed. They were emotions bigger and more powerful than anything
our young minds had ever experienced or imagined.

He licked a tear off of my cheek. His tongue on my face caused my already
stimulated penis to become rock hard. I listened as he told me about him
and Andy and how it related to me and Austin, all of it firing out of his
mouth like the shooting of a machine gun.

And then his face was against mine, his tongue was in my mouth, and I
was kissing him like I'd never kissed anybody before. I'd kissed Q and Jung
and Perry and Ben, but it had been nothing like this. Those had been the
kisses of young boys experimenting with their sexuality. This was a kiss
that was loaded with the emotions I spoke of—it was a kiss of passion and
love.

Suddenly, I was on my back and Phil was on top of me. Our lips never
unlocked. Our cheeks were still damp with tears, our naked torsos were
damp with boy sweat. I could feel Phil's hardness pushing into me through
our underpants.

Just like two days ago when I massaged his testicles, we had no intention
of being sexual, and yet here we were being sexual beyond our
imagination. I had my arms around Phil as he dry humped me. I never
dreamed I would be having an orgasm with my new friend in bed tonight,
but I knew it was about to happen. I was willing it to happen as he humped
me, rocking on my bed, our lips still locked, fighting for breath, preparing to
unleash our youthful climaxes.

<Phil Miller>

I was humping Larry, humping him right through our underpants. Our hard
cocks were connected where my boxers met Larry's briefs. Our mouths
were locked. My chest was pulled down tightly against him by his skinny,
yet strong, arms.

My ass was bouncing up and down. I felt my cock slip out of the hole in the
front of my boxers. I could feel it rubbing against the cotton of Larry's briefs.
I could feel it up against his erection. I could feel myself ready to cum. For
the first time in what seemed like hours I broke our kiss. I raised my head
and looked down at his face that didn't lose any of its beauty in the dark.

"Fuck, Larry, I'm gonna cum," I managed to grunt before locking our lips
together again. My tongue went into his mouth, then his tongue pushed it
back into my mouth and then I let out a long moan in a voice lower than I
thought I could reach. My cock ground down on his through his underpants
and I felt it start to pulse and then to throb and to spasm and spurt and
send amazing feelings through its length and through my balls and through
my body. I fell on him so spent I could hardly breathe. I was positive I'd had
my second wet cum ever.

<Larry Sanders>

Our lips unlocked. I wanted him back, I wanted us to kiss forever. He
grunted out something about cumming. His face scrunched up and then he
was back. His dick was grinding on mine. I wasn't completely sure, but it
felt like it had popped out of his boxers somehow. Then he pushed down
hard and came. His voice was so low I hardly recognized it.

Our lips unlocked again as he dropped on top of me. I pushed my cock up
against him and felt it spasm. I shook violently, enjoying my second
orgasm, my voice emitting strange little squeals. And then it was quiet,
except for our heavy breathing as we started coming down from our
climaxes.

"Wow, I didn't...I didn't...I guess I didn't expect that," Phil said.

"I didn't either. It was like the awesomest surprise."

"I think I squirted on you."

"Yeah, I feel a little wetness in my undies."

"Are you cool with it?"

"Beyond cool. I've got you on me."

We giggled as we tried to ease the sexual tension still in the room.

"Did we, like, have sex again?" Phil asked.

"We've never had sex yet. I think you gotta plan having sex. What we did
tonight and on Tuesday just kinda happened."

"Then maybe we gotta plan it and have real sex," Phil said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, real sex," I answered dreamily. "Can you spend the night
tomorrow?"

"I gotta ask my mom."

"Me, too. And if they say yes..."

"...then we can have real sex tomorrow night and sleep together."

I rolled Phil over on his side so he was no longer pressing down on me.
"We can sleep together tonight."

"I guess so, I mean I'm here now. But..."

"Yeah, let's do it when we won't get in trouble."

"I can wait," Phil said. He kissed my lips lightly. "You kiss really good."

"So do you."

"I better go before we fall asleep." He got out of the bed, his cock hanging
out of his boxers. Even my young mind could comprehend how sexy he
looked. He whispered good night and left the room.

"Good night, Phil," I said to the empty room. "I love you." I had no idea how
those last words found their way out of my mouth, but they sounded right.

I put my hand on the wet spot on my briefs—or do I call them Phil's briefs?
As I put my fingers up to my nose I knew it didn't matter whose they were.
They had Phil's smells all over them. And now Phil had actually cum on
them. I resolved to throw them in a drawer and to never wash them again.

My bed felt strangely empty. I wished he'd stayed and slept with me
tonight. But, waiting until tomorrow was the right thing to do. If mom caught
us sleeping together tonight, she'd probably say no to Phil spending the
night tomorrow. I wanted him back in my bed tomorrow so we could have
real sex.

My body was sticky with sweat, both his and mine. My cheeks were sticky
with the tears I'd shed. I thought about how concerned Phil had been
because my brother had died. It was a concern that had been genuine, not
one that was just mouthed. He was as emotional about it as I had been. I
wanted Phil to be my best friend. I took a deep breath and couldn't help
smiling to myself as I thought how silly we must have looked as we met
half-naked in the dimly lit hallway outside my bedroom. I wanted Phil as my
best friend and, as I slipped off to sleep, I knew that Phil was going to
change my life forever.

<Phil Miller>

I wanted to stay with Larry. But he was right, we'd have to wait until
tomorrow. We couldn't get into trouble tonight if we wanted to have more
nights like it.

The big king bed seemed even bigger and emptier than it had before. I
kicked off my boxers and slipped under the sheets naked. I didn't like
sleeping alone. Over the last year I'd slept with either Andy or Troy almost
every night. There had even been nights that I'd slept with Keegan when
we were both stoned.

I was sure my mom would be cool with me spending the night tomorrow. I
knew we had nothing planned. I just hoped Larry's mom would be okay
with it. Tomorrow I would be sleeping with Larry, or so I hoped. And if it
couldn't happen tomorrow, I knew it would happen very soon.
Larry's parents had a beautiful antique grandfather clock downstairs in the
living room and, as I stretched out under the sheets, I heard the clock strike
midnight. I knew it was now the tomorrow I was looking forward to and,
somehow, the sound of the chimes offered me a feeling of comfort and
reassurance. I found myself whispering to the bed and to the walls of the
room as I drifted off to sleep.
"I love you, Larry."

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