Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2015 16:08:55 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rough Edges  Chapter 28

Greetings and thank you for sticking with "Rough Edges." Phil finds
himself really getting into basketball. The Stallions work hard
to improve their skills and teamwork before league play
starts in the Holiday Tournament.

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CHAPTER 28
HOLIDAY HOOP FEST

<Larry Sanders>

It was senior finals week at school. Of my five math classes, two were
almost all seniors and two had a smattering of seniors. It was the day
after the Major League draft, which created a great deal of excitement
because of Marty.

When he went in the twelfth round, you could sense the pride among
the athletes. Even though he had been away to college for three
years, the seniors had been freshman at the high school when Marty
was a senior. Chandler and Korey had even played baseball with
him. Marty was the first Mayfield Mustang athlete to ever be picked in
a major sports draft. While we all knew he was going to take a pass
on signing a contract in order to finish his senior year at WSU, we still
couldn't help but be proud.

Marty dropped by the school at the end of the day and visited with me
as well as some of the other teachers and coaches he'd had as a
student at Mayfield High. I remember those teachers, most of them at
the middle school, who said he would be lucky to make it out of high
school. I think Marty was proud to have the last word.

Kids like Marty and Connor, the bad boys, were the ones Phil loved to
coach. He told me more than once that he saw a lot of himself in
them. Knowing Phil for as long as I have, I don't doubt it at all.

I looked at the tests I had to correct. I gave finals to all of my
students, not just the seniors. Only the class without seniors would
get their finals next week. After Marty left my classroom, my mind
ended up focusing on my resident "bad" boy instead of on correcting
my tests, thinking of the ups and downs of our early friendship.

During the two weeks before Christmas break, Phil and I actually fell
into a bit of a routine for the first time in our brief relationship. On
Monday he rode the bus with me to my stop. Mom would have
snacks waiting for us. After eating we did our homework. On the
second Monday, Q and Jung joined us for the homework part. If we
had time left before dinner we played video games. After dinner we
kissed and made out and got each other off with a combo of jacking
and sucking. We didn't get naked, but we exposed as much of each
other as we could.

Tuesday and Thursday he rode to my stop where it was snacks and
homework. We changed into our practice gear and walked to the
elementary school for basketball practice. After practice dinner
arrangements varied. Jung, Q, Daniel, and the two of us had dinner
at Q's on Tuesday. It was Phil and me at my house on Thursday.

The next Tuesday Phil, Perry, and I had dinner at Jung's house.
Perry sat next to me at the table, and when I saw that he had the
front of his basketball shorts pulled down under his balls and rock
hard three inch boy tool I was convinced he was a sex fiend.

"You're crazy," I told Perry after we finished dinner and laid our
homework out.

"But you liked it, right?"

I had to admit that I did.

"Then next time, touch it. That's what Jung does."

"He does it during dinner?"

"Yeah, and sometimes Ji-min touches it." Ji-min was Jung's fourteen-
year-old sister who was in ninth grade.

"You guys really are crazy," I told them again, but in a kidding sort of
way.

"You can touch it while we work on our homework if you want." He sat
next to me at the dining room table and pulled the front of his
basketball shorts down to the same position they'd been in during
dinner. I might have thought he was being crazy, but I was already
too much the gay boy to resist the temptation.

So, with my left hand I was jerking off Perry's hairless little boner
while I was scribbling out my math work with my right hand as well as
keeping watch for an approaching parent.

When Ji-min came into the dining room I let go of Perry's boner. "It's
okay to keep going," he whispered, and so I did.

Ji-min stood behind our chairs and smiled. "You boys are just like my
brother, always having a boner."

"You know I have one," Perry said, "but you haven't checked out
Larry."

"I can see the bulge in his pants. My experience tells me he has a
boner."

Damn, I thought, she's fourteen...where did she get experience from?

I found out later from Jung that his sister lost her virginity when she
was twelve in seventh grade. A fourteen-year-old eighth grader was
nice enough to take her cherry on his couch one afternoon after
school. I asked Jung if he and his sister ever messed around.

"She has masturbated me a few times and I gave her a lesson in
giving a blow job and she practiced on me twice. Getting blown by the
Wonkeys is a good experience in many ways. I have been naked with
her and explored her breasts and fingered her vagina, but only a
couple of times. It was more a learning experience than sex."

"Yeah, that's what Jung wants to believe," Phil said after I told him
what Jung had revealed to me. "I bet they've fucked. I mean he fucks
Perry's ass, so why not fuck his sister?"

"You have such a dirty mind," I kidded him, although I half-believed
he was right.

"Dirty minds are rarely wrong," Phil smirked.

But that evening in Jung's dining room, Ji-min watched me
masturbate Perry to one of his slimy climaxes. "Very nice," she said.
"You make Perry feel very good. Now, show me your erection," she
requested.

Seeing no parents or little eight-year-old sister in sight, I pulled down
my basketball shorts just like Perry had and showed her my wares.

"Very nice," she repeated. She made her parental check, moved to
the right side of the chair, bent down and kissed my glans. I shivered.
Then she licked it and I shivered harder, surprised that a girl could
make me feel good like this.

"Be careful," Jung warned, "or she'll suck you right to an orgasm."

"Do not tell my secrets, Jung," she laughed.

Phil looked over at Ji-min and smirked. "We'll need to talk about this
one," he giggled.

"You must come when the parents aren't here," Ji-min said.  "I will
show you what I have learned about making boys feel good." It was
later that I learned that her brother, Jung, had been her teacher.
Much to my consternation she stopped playing with my boy tool and
left the room. Between jerking off Perry and getting licked my Ji-min, I
was close to cumming.

We soon left for my house, with Perry walking most of the way with
us as he returned to his house. I was becoming more and more
convinced that Perry was some kind of pervert when we stopped a
couple of houses away from Jung's to wait for him to take off his
basketball shorts and his briefs, his little boner sticking up in the air.

"Ah, that feels nice." I looked around wondering how many people
were at their windows witnessing Perry's little striptease. Even though
it was dark out, the street was fairly well lit, and his jacket was long
enough to cover his junk. But it all seemed dangerous to me and I
began to wonder how long it would take us to be arrested.

"Perry, it's cold out." I knew I was stating the obvious, but I had to say
something. "You're gonna freeze your balls off."

"Could you hold my stuff for me so I can jerk off while we walk?"
Perry asked as he started to hand me his shorts and underpants.
"That should keep my nuts warm."

"Hell, no," I squawked. "Why can't you just stick your stinky stuff into
your backpack?"

"Because I'd have to take my backpack off. What about you?" he
asked Phil.

"You are one sick dude, P," was Phil's response.

"Don't call me P, P."

As soon as we realized what Perry had just said, the three of us
broke out into hysterical laughter. Even with Perry wearing no pants,
all things sexual were forgotten and we were simply a trio of eleven-
year-olds being silly and probably disturbing some of the
neighborhood.

When Perry got to the spot where he would leave us Phil asked him if
he was going to put his pants back on.

"What for?" he asked.

"Won't you get in trouble for coming home without wearing pants?"

"I know how to sneak past the `rents. And my jacket covers me. They
will notice my bare legs if they do see me, but think I am wearing my
basketball shorts. If Dean sees me he will think it's totally funny and
probably give me a BJ." Perry waved good-bye and trotted to his
house.

"He's a total sex fiend," I said as we trotted off to my house.

"And we're not?" Phil asked with a laugh. "I got a boner so hard it
hurts."

"Me, too."

"I sure don't see how he could stay hard with his thingy out in this
cold."

"I think Perry could keep his dick hard standing naked on the North
Pole."

When we got to my house we were given some hot chocolate by my
mother. Even though it was cold out, she didn't think it would hurt us
to walk the half-mile or so between our houses. Both of my parents
weren't into babying me, something I am grateful for as an adult.

"You boys have a half-hour before I take Phil home," mother warned.

"Okay, we're going up to my room," I informed her.

"Is your homework done?"

"Yes," Phil and I called out together.

We had our pants off faster than Perry ever thought possible as soon
as we got to my room. When we were a couple of houses short of
reaching mine we agreed we needed to get off, once we got warm
which wouldn't take long. We agreed how we were going to do it
knowing we wouldn't have much time.

There was no kissing or foreplay. Phil was on his back on my bed
and I was on my hands and knees with my dick hovering over his
head. I quickly had my lips around his three inches and dropped my
body down until my cock slid between his lips and into his mouth.

We knew about sixty-nining, but hadn't done much of it. We decided it
was the quickest way to go and it would have the added benefit of
feeling great. We were right. I came within ten minutes of us starting,
my dry cum pulsing in his mouth. Within seconds I felt his cocklet
twitch and then tasted his warm liquid as it coated my tongue.

"That was awesome," Phil said. "I'm so glad we're friends."

"You mean because of the sex?" I asked, hoping there was more to
his friendship than that.

"No, because of everything." That was an erudite explanation for the
eleven-year-old Phil and it summed up his feelings.

Okay, so that wasn't really routine. But what I'd said earlier is that
we'd settled into a bit of a routine, not that everything that happened
could be considered routine.

Which takes us to Wednesdays. On Wednesday, Phil went home on
the bus. Thursday, of course was another practice day. On the
weekend Phil spent Friday night with me and Saturday and Sunday at
home. Believe me when I say the sex that first Friday was much more
intense than our quick sixty-nine on Tuesday had been.

School was out for Christmas break at noon on Friday, December 20.
Vacation would be two glorious weeks long. The Wonkeys had
overnights planned, mostly pairs or small groups. We still hadn't
come up with an orgy date, but there was going to be a full Wonkey
overnight at my house on New Year's Eve. My parents weren't big
party goers. They were the kind of people who would be happier
giving us kids an overnight party than going to a bash with a bunch of
boring adults.

The most exciting thing about the break was the Holiday Hoop Fest. It
was a sixteen-team tournament consisting of local teams in our same
age group. Our first game was going to be a warm-up game on
Saturday. Monday would be the first game of the double elimination
tourney. The tournament would be the first time Phil and I would
compete together on the same team. We never imagined for a minute
we'd be competing together right into adulthood.

<Phil Miller>

Marty being picked in the twelfth round of the Major League Baseball
draft was so perfect. What an amazing success story that young man
is. Of course the sports writer for the Centralia Herald and the editor
of the Mayfield weekly paper had to call Larry and me for our opinions
of our protégé. We were more than happy to say good things about
his abilities, his integrity, his intelligence, and his leadership. The dark
side of his life wasn't ours to talk about.

Both newspapermen asked about Marty and his sexual orientation.
Larry and I both told them that was a topic they'd have to discuss with
Marty. Of course, they wanted to work in the angle of Phil and me
being gay, but we told them our sexual orientation wasn't the story.

We knew they were hoping to get some inside information since
Marty being a gay athlete had quickly become national news. He was
the first openly gay player to be taken in the Major League draft,
which made him a huge media sensation.

We ended up spending way too much time trying to avoid both the
Seattle media and the national media. Marty had left for Alaska and
who knew what he was dealing with there.

The most common stupid question (and there were many of those)
went something like this: "Do you think Marty Carlson's decision to go
back to school is because of his fear of being a homosexual who is
out and who has a boyfriend?"

"No," Larry would reply, "I think Marty's decision to go back to school
is based on his wanting to get his degree along with another year's
experience to put himself in position for a higher spot in next year's
draft."

I thought about telling Larry that we should just issue a press release
with that statement on it and be done with the entire affair. "Just wait
until next year," Larry laughed. "You think it's bad now, wait until he
signs a contract as a married gay man."

Nobody ever asked Larry and me about being gay when we were
athletes. That's because we didn't come out until we were in college,
and even then it was to a select group of people. Our friends in high
school, as in the Wonkeys, knew about us, of course.

While we never denied anything in high school, we never admitted to
anything either. The thing that made us different from the high school
boys messing around with each other to take care of their insatiable
horniness was that Larry and I didn't have girlfriends.

In sixth grade, however, while we worried about maybe being gay, it
wasn't a topic we discussed much other than to disparage one
another with the words gay and queer. Even then we thought the
word faggot to be insulting and had a silent agreement not to use it.

Larry and I skirted around the topic of our attraction to boys. We
would bring it up briefly, sometimes seriously, and then quickly back
away from the topic and pretend we hadn't talked about it. I was
learning I could trust Larry and I knew he was learning to trust me,
but we were simply too young to be ready to bare our souls to each
other. I'd come to where I was crying on his shoulder, but it would be
awhile before we took our angst and followed through with a
discussion that came from the heart and one without any kind of fear
of what our friends would think.

Saturday, the twenty-first, was the first day of winter. It was also the
day of our first basketball game of the year. Even though it was the
first game of the Holiday Hoop Fest it was, in essence, a practice
game. The first games on Saturday matched teams from the opposite
bracket in a non-counting contest. Our Jubilee Hamburger team
played Ron's Auto Repair. As far as we were concerned our team
was the Stallions while Ron's was the Hawks. And of course we
thought of ourselves as stallions—after all we were eleven and twelve
and tough and sexy.

When Larry's father asked Larry and me if our nickname meant that
Jubilee's burgers were made from horsemeat it took me a moment to
comprehend what he was getting at. Larry, who was better with
words than I was, picked it up quickly and started laughing. A few
seconds later the pun hit me and I joined him. We ended up rolling on
the floor with laughter, which I'm certain amused Larry's dad.

While I stayed overnight at Larry's on Friday, we didn't do anything
sexual that night. We slept together, but in our underpants. Larry said
we needed to conserve our energy for the game and I went along
with it. Before the season was over that philosophy would frequently
be ignored unless the game was a morning game requiring us to
wake up early.

We won the game 35-21. Nate started at point guard instead of me,
which was something else that wouldn't last long. I checked into the
game at the end of the first quarter. We were down 9-6.

Mom was at the game along with Troy and an obviously bored
Keegan. As in baseball, I wouldn't see Keegan at very many of my
games. Both Troy and Art, Larry's dad, told me I added a whole new
burst of energy when I took the floor.

"Plus, you had no problem passing the ball, bro," Troy said. "I was
proud to watch you play."

At the half we were up 17-14 and made it 27-17 after the third
quarter. Nate played the fourth quarter and I watched from the bench.
Everybody played hard, including Nate who got an assist. I ended up
with two points, scoring my first official basket ever, and four assists
for the game. Larry led us in scoring with 11 points and Daniel ripped
seven rebounds.

We went to Jubilee for milkshakes after the game. The team was in
good spirits after our win and Nate was actually nice to me.

I spent the rest of the weekend at home. Troy and I slept together on
Sunday night.  I was too tired to wait for him to come home Saturday
night—I assumed he was at his girlfriend Tracy's house. But Sunday
night was sixty-nine time. We lay side-by-side sucking each other
while Troy finger fucked me with his middle and index fingers. He
found my sweet spot and worked it, putting me into total ecstasy. I
wasn't ready to put my finger up his ass yet, and he didn't push the
issue.

We also had some serious pillow talk after we came. I could tell Troy
things I couldn't tell Larry because of our difference in age and
maturity. By talking to Troy, however, I was also learning how to
articulate my feelings for the time I would be ready to express them to
Larry.

"Are you still scared bro?" Troy asked as he petted my bare back and
ass. I didn't want to answer him—I wanted to purr with contentment.

"I'm never scared," I boasted.

"Don't go getting all macho on me. We both know different. You're
scared of your feelings—you've told me as much. You're scared how
you felt about  Andy and how you feel about Larry."

"It's cool. I got all worked up over shit, when all we do is mess around
with sex stuff just like everybody else."

"We're as sick of our secrets." It wasn't the first time he'd told me that.

His petting relaxed me. His quiet voice sounded strong to me. He was
right about my having fears—I'd told him as much. For a moment I
was sorry I'd shown him how I felt inside. "I'm good tonight," I told
him. "I just want to go to sleep thinking about basketball." We had our
first counting game of the tournament the next day.

"It's all good, bro." Troy never forced me to do anything. All he did
was quietly wear me down. "We'll talk about it some other time."

I snuggled up against his warm, strong body like I had done so often.
My big brother made me feel safe and loved. "I love you." Troy was
the only person in the world I could say that to and really mean it. I
fell asleep with his arms wrapped around my soul.

++++++++++++

<Larry Sanders>

It was Friday and I was happy to see the weekend come. Next week
was finals week and the last week of school. It was also senior week
with the seniors getting ready for graduation. They were no longer
required to attend classes and the school would feel empty without
them. Phil would be home in about a half-hour. We ate out almost
every Friday and had plans for tonight's dinner. We decided to eat at
the Roadside Inn, which was just west of Mayfield on the main
highway.

While waiting for Phil I thought about our first school holiday as best
friends. School was out at noon on Friday and Phil spent the night at
my house. We spent the afternoon being active with the other
Wonkeys, which included a lot of shooting and H-O-R-S-E games, as
well as some two-on-two and three-on-three basketball on the
covered court at the elementary school most of us had attended. It
was an afternoon of fun and camaraderie—sex and sexual play was
never a factor. We didn't even talk about the striptease on that same
playground the spring before.

That night, I told Phil we'd sleep together, but not naked because we
needed to save our strength for the morning game. One would think
we were playing for the tournament championship the next day rather
than our non-counting opening game. I could be such an officious boy
sometimes it's almost embarrassing. Phil tells me that is still true for
me as a man.

We ended up with a 35-21 win and then had to wait until Monday for
the first official tournament game. We had the 6:30 game Monday
night, playing a team that would be in our league, the Hillside
Recreation Center Pioneers. They proved to be a tough foe with us
prevailing 29-27 on my 15-footer from the `L' with seven seconds left.
It was sweet being the hero of the game.

The postgame found some of us having pizza at the Stevens Avenue
Pizzeria. Yeah, the name wasn't very original, but the pizza was great
and there were lots of video games to keep preteen boys amused.
Jung, Daniel, and Q were there along with Phil and me. Tyson Carr,
the only black player on the team, also came along. Like Phil, he was
new to our team. He'd moved into the area just before school started.
He was a talented player who was learning our system. Of course I
got pats on the back mixed with some middle school humor designed
to keep my ego from expanding too far.

Once again, Phil spent the night, only this time it was sleeping naked
after some rousing sex. For me this was no longer messing around, it
was sex. Even though Phil and I wouldn't admit it to each other, for
him it was sex as well. Our sex was even rife with foreplay. We
kissed as soon as we said goodnight to my parents and went to my
room, with mom reminding us to shower before getting under the
sheets. We then stripped down to t-shirts and underpants and kissed
some more. The final step was to get naked and kiss some more. We
both needed a shower after playing the game that night, but we didn't
care. The sweaty boy aroma seemed to be a turn-on for us.

I was soon sucking Phil's cock and finger fucking his ass. While
Wonkeys outside of Jung, Perry, and maybe Ben, weren't keen on
anal sex, we gave in to the idea enough to get into finger fucking;
after all, it made our buddy feel really good and made him feel
obligated to return the favor. There was also some thorough hand
washing when we finished.

Phil shot his clear sweet crude into my mouth, something I was
finding more and more sexy, not to mention tasty. After recovering, I
lay back on the bed and let him suck my three plus inches. His finger
found its way up my ass as well and rubbed my sweet spot sending
me into paroxysms of pleasure. In my frenzy, I couldn't fuck his
mouth hard enough. After a convulsive orgasm I came down hard,
feeling a bit sad that I couldn't shoot the same kind of tasty treat into
my friend's mouth that he shot into mine.

The next day, Tuesday, was Christmas Eve and Phil had to be home
by one. Before he left for home we exchanged Christmas presents. I
gave him a Ken Griffey Junior t-shirt, which he loved. I received a gift
card from the big book and music store on Stevens Avenue, which I
loved in turn. Phil knew how much I loved reading and books, and
even if he hadn't known it all he had to do was check out all of the
books on the shelves in my bedroom to figure it out.

I had a great Christmas. I didn't get everything I wanted, but then I
never did. I always seem to receive a lot of things my parents thought
I needed along with a couple of items I thought I needed, which were
really items I wanted more than needed.

We had to head right for the high school on Thursday for our next
tournament game. This time we had the 7:30 game and played a
team from Federal Way, which was in King County. They would not
be playing in our league, but we'd heard they were good. They'd won
their practice game by 25 points and won their Monday game 51-29.
They were big, strong, fast, worked the boards, and could shoot.
Their nickname was the Bucks.

"Other than rebounding, running, and shooting the eyes out, they
suck," Q said dryly as we dressed for the game in the locker room.
The Bucks were dressing at the other end of the big high school
locker room.

"Hey, you didn't mention defense," Jung piped up. "Nobody plays the
Big D like the Stallions."

He had a point. Once again we followed Phil's lead and played like
banshees on defense while playing a controlled offense—at least as
controlled as eleven-year-olds could make it. We also boxed out on
the boards, something Coach Zimmer had taught as to do back when
we were fourth graders. Not many teams did that, even high school
teams, and for the first half we frustrated the Bucks, who were
somewhat undisciplined on offense, and held a 22-18 lead.

But as often happens, the talent rose to the top in the second half.
While they were more talented than we were, the difference was not
as much as we thought, plus we were far better coached. But, they
grabbed some key rebounds for easy put backs when we didn't box
with the fervor of the first half. Their zone also started to frustrate us
and we started dribbling too much and passing too little. It was early
in the season and we would improve, but in the second half we
showed that we weren't ready to defeat a team the caliber of the
Bucks.

The Bucks outscored us 12-6 in the third quarter to take a 30-28 lead.
In the fourth quarter they slammed us with a half-court trap that we
weren't ready for. Again, we would be, and very soon, but there were
only so many things we could work on during the few practices we
had. Coach Zimmer emphasized the basics, saying we'd work on
other things we needed as the season progressed. We were killed
14-5 in the fourth and ended up losing 44-33.

Coach Zimmer told us we'd done a good job of competing and that
playing better competition, even if they beat us, would help us in our
own league.

"We can beat them if we ever get to play them again," Phil said as our
postgame meeting broke up. Except for Nate, none of us doubted
him. We all had the feeling that when Phil and Tyson gained
experience with our system and learned their fundamentals from
Coach Zimmer we were going to be the best team in the league. Nate
spent too much of his time sulking because he had lost his starting
spot to Phil, so he wasn't ready yet to help us get better.

We had to come right back on Friday to play a losers' bracket game
against the Greg's Grocery Hilltoppers. If we won we'd play next
week for fourth or seventh place. If we lost, we were out of the
tournament. The Hilltoppers would be playing in our league.

Tyson played with more confidence than he'd shown in our first
games and scored 14 points as we beat the Hilltoppers 36-24. We
would have our last tournament game on Monday against the
Tumwater Rafters, a team from near Olympia. They would be in our
league.

Phil and I spent Friday night at Q's house. We stayed up late
watching two movies and were too tired for anything but crashing by
the time the second movie finished. We did talk about the upcoming
New Year's Eve party at my house and decided we would make it the
sexiest party ever. Talk about having sex was pretty much the extent
of our sex that night.

Phil spent Saturday night at my house, and that night was sexier than
Friday had been. We kissed and dry humped and kissed and dry
humped some more, until, with Phil on top of me on my bed, we had
orgasms within thirty seconds of each other. Then Phil got into one of
his dark, questioning moods after we finished.

"Kissing another guy is gay, you know," he informed me.

"I figured it was," I said. "I like kissing, and I like you, and so I kiss
you. And you had no problem kissing me back."

"I know, I like it, too. I was just saying."

"So, if you like it, why say it?"

"I dunno," he said. "I kissed you because it feels good and I like you
and humping feels way better when you're kissing."

"The way I figure it is if we like it and we do it because we like it let's
not worry about all the gay stuff. We do it because we're friends." I
was definitely waxing philosophical for a preteen. "I don't care about
the gay stuff. I mean, we're just kids, so who cares? Everybody does
it."

"Do all of the Wonkeys kiss though?"

"I've kissed every one of them except Ben, and I saw him and Daniel
kiss. So I guess they must all kiss."

"Good enough for me."

I kept wishing Phil would get over his whole "being gay" hang up. I
was thinking more and more that I must be gay given the way I
thought about boys and the way I liked sex with them. Also the
feelings I was getting for Phil were sending me messages, too. If Phil
didn't think he was gay he could at least shut up and enjoy what we
were doing together. Like I told him, in the end "who cares?"

We won ou	r game on Monday with a 31-17 win over the Tumwater
Rafters, another team that would be in our league. I led the team with
10 points and even hit a couple of three point shots, something I was
getting better at, probably because I was bigger and stronger than
when I was in fifth grade.

The next day, Wednesday, was New Year's Eve. All of the Wonkeys
would be at my house for the night. We all crowed about how sexy
the party would be and what we were going to do, but as Jung said
after our game on Monday, it was unlikely the action would match the
talk. I said we'd find out; in the end it would all depend on what my
parents did and where they planned on stationing themselves.

The rest of winter break would have two big sexual incidents for me
and Phil. The party was one of them, although it wasn't exactly the
orgy we had envisioned. The other happened on Friday when I made
my first visit to Phil's house. The two incidents were loosely related
and would affect how both Phil and I would look at sex as we barreled
into puberty.

Next: Sex Ed.

Email is always appreciated. Thanks to those who have commented
on the story—it really does mean a lot. Douglas
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