Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2015 17:53:00 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rough Edges  Chapter 29

Welcome back. Phil invites Larry to his house for the first time, but
wishes he hadn't as his brother Keegan humiliates Phil with his
actions.

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CHAPTER 29
SEX ED

<Larry Sanders>

The first person to arrive for the New Year's Eve party was Phil. I rode with
dad to Phil's house to pick him up. Usually when mom or dad drove up to
the house, Phil would come dashing out the door to the car. To this day, I
think of how cute his face was carrying his big smile as he bounced down
the front sidewalk to meet us.

This time the front door didn't open and spit him out, so I walked up to the
house to see what was going on. I didn't see a doorbell so I knocked on the
front door. Keegan opened the door and gave me a blank look, like he
couldn't figure out who I was.  He was wearing a ratty t-shirt with a Coors
beer ad on it and a pair of tattered, baggy gym shorts. I could hear the TV
going in the background.

"The dumb shit can't find his jacket," he finally said. "It's not like he's got
this big room to lose a jacket in. I got two brothers and they're both morons
and one of them is a fag. I mean, no offense, I'm talking about Phil in case
you didn't figure it out."  When he started giggling, I took a closer look at
him and saw from his glassy red eyes that he was high; not that I was
surprised by that revelation.

Looking past Keegan I saw a house that could use some cleaning. There
were clothes scattered around and I saw dirty dishes that hadn't been
cleared from the coffee table in the living room.

"Hey, dumb shit," Keegan yelled. "Your boyfriend is here. He says he wants
you to fuck him." Keegan giggled again. I glanced at his crotch area and
was surprised to see a definite bulge in the loose fitting shorts.

Phil appeared from the hallway carrying his backpack.  He had his jacket
on, so he had found it. As he came to the door he gave Keegan a hard
shove to the side. "Asshole," he muttered. "I should just beat the crap out of
ya, you fucking drug addict."

"Want to fight now?" Keegan challenged without much enthusiasm.

"Fuck you, I should, but you're so stoned you'd just fall down by me
breathing on you."

Then Keegan took an entirely different tack and pulled down his shorts,
revealing a boner. He wasn't wearing underpants. His erection looked to be
around four inches and had a smattering of pubic hair along the base. He
wrapped his right hand around his erection and jerked it a couple of times.
"This is what a real dick looks like, not the tiny thing my faggot little
brother has. You need to get fucked by this."

Phil shoved his shoulder into Keegan, knocking him to the floor. "Tell your
boyfriend how many times you've sucked my dick," Keegan giggled as he
lay splayed on the floor. "Tell him how you and me get stoned and you give
me blow jobs, faggot."

Phil dropped his backpack to the floor. I could see from his red face and
flashing eyes that he was royally pissed. I think he was ready to pounce on
his brother and beat the crap out of him.

"Hey, Phil, forget it. He's not worth it. We need to go."

"Nobody fucks with my best friend, not even my brother. Especially not my
brother."

"It doesn't bother me." I put my hand on his shoulder, expecting him to
push it away. "Let's just go."

But he didn't push me away. Instead he took a deep breath and then
placed his hand on top of mine. Time seemed to tick away slowly as he let
his breath even out. He gently removed my hand and then picked up his
backpack.

He led the way out of the door, saying loudly enough for Keegan to hear,
"You're right, he's not worth it." I looked back and saw Keegan's pathetic
figure on the floor, his boxers pulled down to his knees, his cock no longer
erect as it lay against his almost bare pubic region. He said nothing as I
walked past Phil who closed the door behind us.

"Is everything okay?" dad asked as we sat in the back seat of the car.

"Yeah, it's cool," I said. "Phil couldn't find his jacket."

I moved my hand next to his and looked up at his beautiful face. He didn't
react to my movement so I put my hand around his, holding it. I didn't care
if my dad saw what I was doing, but I was concerned what Phil thought
about it. I knew what his feelings were about doing "gay" things. Instead of
moving his hand away from mine, he squeezed me tightly and gave me a
slight smile.

"Thanks for all your help," he said. We held hands until dad pulled into the
driveway. Phil and I went up to my room where he parked his backpack
and his jacket.

"Sorry about Keegan," Phil said. "Troy says he's sick, but I think he's just a
plain old pecker head."

"It was okay. I'm glad you didn't fight him."

"Me too, but he made me mad with the things he was saying about you."

"He was just calling me names. It's not like he was sticking a knife in me or
anything. Besides, I could tell he was high."

Phil shrugged as we sat next to each other on my bed. "We're not queer
boyfriends, so it was wrong."

I changed the direction of our talk a couple of degrees. "Am I really your
best friend?"

"Yeah, you really are. I never wanted another best friend ever again after
Andy moved but, but, well, you're my best friend now. I hope that doesn't
make you mad at me."

I shook my head. "Why should it? You're my best friend, too."

"I thought Q was your best friend. That's why I thought you'd be mad if I
said you were my best friend." Yes, middle school romance can get
complicated, even between boys.

I looked into his eyes and took in the sparkle they gave off. I looked at his
beautiful lips and wanted to kiss them. I looked at his body and wanted to
strip off his clothes.

Phil moved his face closer to mine. I could feel his sweet breath on my
face. His visage took up all of my area of sight. I don't remember who made
the next move, but I do know we were suddenly in an embrace and kissing
each other with tongue and spit. We dropped down on my bed and kissed
and moaned and grunted.

When we finally came up for air we looked at each other and giggled. As
sexy as the moment was, and as often as we'd kissed before, we still had
our moments of eleven-year-old embarrassment at kissing another boy,
even one we loved.

"Why did you hold my hand in the car?" Phil asked. "Isn't that, like, kinda
gay?"

"Because I wanted to, and I didn't care what it was." I knew holding his
hand really was "kinda gay" and I didn't care. I just wanted to hold his hand.
"You must have liked it, because you let me hold it."

Phil's face turned red. It was a different look and a different red than when
he lost his temper at Keegan. "Yes," he whispered as if he didn't want me
to hear what he was saying. "Yes, I liked it."

Before things could get too deep mom called us to come down and help set
things up for the party. We knew we would be recruited to help, we just
didn't know when.

"I got a boner," Phil said.

"Me, too. I always get a boner when we kiss."

Phil gave my boner a quick squeeze through my pants and gave me
another kiss on my lips. "You give me a boner lots of times," he told me.

We got up, straightened our clothes, and went downstairs to help set up the
party stuff. I checked myself twice to make sure my hard-on wasn't obvious
in my pants. I didn't think it was, but I was afraid I might be wrong. When I
realized I couldn't see Phil's erection I decided I was probably okay, too.

By the time the rest of the Wonkeys started showing up we had snacks,
soda, juice, ice, and various games set out. The TV was tuned to football.
The recreation room had officially become a boy enclave.

At a little after five, mom's spaghetti and meat balls were ready to eat. With
seven growing boys to feed she'd made a ton of it. Luckily, a ton was all
that was needed as we attacked the scrumptious feast.

Despite all of our talk about having a New Year's Eve orgy, the party, at
least in the rec room, was pretty tame. We were stripped down to shorts or
boxers, except for Perry who was wearing tight briefs and didn't mind
strutting his stuff. We'd run around in each other's houses in our underwear
since we were six or seven and never gave it a second thought. But on that
night I wondered what my mother thought of the obvious little bulge in
Perry's briefs.

Ben was one of the boys wearing gym shorts. He was getting used to our
informal ways, but wasn't real comfortable being stripped down to his
underpants with parents around. Phil, on the other hand, didn't care and
was in a long t-shirt and boxers.

If somebody got horny they wandered off to my room. Nobody made a
secret of where they were going and why. Daniel and Ben, who had been
sitting very close while watching the movie we'd popped in after dinner,
were the first to disappear. Daniel's boxers were so tented out there was no
doubt what needed to be done.

When they came back they both had shit-eating grins on their faces. "And
you created those beautiful smiles by doing what?" Jung asked.

Daniel and Ben were both the quiet and private types, but they knew that
when the Wonkeys got together it was best not to keep some things secret.
What any of us did on our own was our business for the most part, but
when we were together one might as well come clean.

"Blow job," Daniel confessed. "Ben is good."

"I learned from you guys," Ben told us.

"And you teach your little brother, right?" Jung asked.

"Well, he likes it a lot." Ben's brother Devon was nine and in the fourth
grade. He was getting a full scale sexual education from his big brother
who was getting his sexual education from his new friends. Ben looked
over at Daniel and grinned. "Daniel is good, too." He ran his hand along
Daniel's shoulder length hair. "And I like his girly hair."

"Ben probably likes Daniel's pubic hair better," Jung smirked.

"He swallowed what I shot." Daniel looked proudly at Ben.

Of course, Ben and Daniel's foray to my bedroom got the rest of us horny.
It didn't take long for Q and Perry to make their own disappearance.

"We dry humped," Q told us upon their return. "P got some of his jizz on me
and it's still there."

"Q is a perv," Perry told us. I noticed he didn't tell Q not to call him P.

"I have an idea," Jung declared.

"Coming from you it's probably a sex idea," Q remarked.

"Those are my best ideas. And it's a better idea than having an orgy at
Larry's house while his parents are home."

"I never said we'd have it at Larry's house, I just said we needed to have
one sometime."  Nobody argued with Q's take on the events, and we
certainly didn't argue with the idea of having all seven of us in a naked orgy
together at some unknown time in the future.

"So, what's your idea?" I asked.

"We each get a partner and between now and spring break we do an
overnight with our partner and do all the sex we can get. Then we tell
everybody about it. Whoever has the most total cums wins."

"By telling everybody you mean just telling the Wonkeys, right?" Phil asked
warily.

"Exactly."

"But there are seven of us. That means somebody will get left out."

"See? I told you guys Phil was good at math." We all giggled and then Jung
went on. "The other way is one guy gets to go twice."

"I ain't doing any butt fucking," Phil protested loudly. We all looked around
to see if a parent had come within listening distance. Happily we were still
safely alone.

"Nobody has to do anything except get off as much as they can in that one
night, right Jung?"

"Exactly."

"It is like an orgy for all of us, but we just do it two at a time," Perry offered.

"I guess that works," I said. It made sense to me anyway.

"We need seven pieces of paper the same size for us to put our names on
and we need a box to put them in," Jung told me.

We soon had everything taken care of. We drew cards to create the order
of the draw. Q's ace had him drawing first. He pulled out his own name.

Phil had the next highest card and drew next. He picked Perry.

"Oh cool, I get the major sex fiend," Q grinned.

"Just don't call me P when we have sex, or I'll pee all over you." That got us
to rolling on the floor with laughter. While I suspected Perry meant to do
exactly what he said, it was still funny.

"That's fine," Q said. "You can pee on me all you want, but no fucking."

Q added to our laughter as we rolled around on the floor holding our
stomachs. Even funnier was Ben farting while he laughed which got us to
laughing harder, with Phil and Perry blowing out farts of their own. We
finally settled down for the next draw. Ben drew out his own name and
Daniel pulled out Phil's name. We thought that was appropriate seeing as
they were almost neighbors.

I was the next one to draw a slip and I yanked out Daniel's name. Daniel
was next and he drew Jung. "No fucking," was all Daniel had to say, but
that had us back to laughing, farting, with a long belch by Phil punctuating
the noise.

"Get your hair cut though," Jung told him. "I don't have sex with girls."

"Unless she's your sister," Perry offered, which set up the laughter again.

Of course my parents heard the gales of laughter and had to see what was
so funny. When we all agreed it was "nothing" they shook their heads and
left us alone.

"Good thing I didn't pull my boner out of my undies," Perry said after they
left.

"You have a boner again?" Ben asked.

"P's pee pee is always up and ready," Q reminded us.

This time Perry did pull his three inch tool out for us to see. "I figure the
`rents won't be back," he told us.

"Good thing, too," Jung laughed, "or Larry's mom would have a heart attack
after seeing that monster." Jung then let his erection find its way through
the opening in his boxers.

My slip was the only one left in the box. Q took it out and dumped the other
six back in. It was Jung's turn to pull a name so we could find out who my
partner was. It was going to be the lucky boy who got to be paired up twice.
Jung pulled out the slip with much fanfare. He unfolded it and stared at it,
his face impassive. Jung was very good at hiding his feelings, which is why
nobody liked playing poker against him.

"The lucky winner who not only gets to sleep with Larry, but gets to sleep
with one other Wonkey is Perry." Jung announced.

The Wonkeys cheered and then once again roared with laughter when I
said, "No fucking."

We talked about the final rules, including Perry having to be willing to try to
outdo his first score the second time. "If we're going to be doing stuff like
this, then we need another Wonkey so we have an even number," Phil
said. Nobody argued.

There would be no prize for the winners other than to be declared major
studs for the spring.

While a lot of us had declared there would be no fucking in our pairing,
there was going to be some fucking that New Year's Eve. Considering the
state of Perry and Jung's junk it was not surprising that they headed up to
my room for some fun. Phil and I looked at each other and grinned.

"What are you grinning about?" Q asked.

"Oh, we just might have to go up to my room to check something on my
computer," I answered. "Who knows what we might see going on up there."

"Oh, yeah, I love it. Do it, you guys."

"We'll give them a few minutes first."

That was how Phil and I got involved in the first sexual incident that
affected us. It wasn't what we did that influenced us, it was what we saw.
As things turned out, it was really a good thing that we went into my room
and observed what Jung and Perry were doing with each other.

After giving Jung and Perry some time, Q and Ben urged us to go to my
room and check on them. "Just tell my parents we're looking for something
on my computer if they come checking on us," I instructed the remaining
three Wonkeys. The time was just past nine, so we were a long way from
my mom and dad joining us for the New Year's festivities.

Phil and I stepped quietly into my room. What we saw both shocked and
intrigued us. Perry and Jung were naked. Jung was on this elbows and
knees on the floor, his butt poking up in the air, or more like up at Perry.
Perry had his cock buried in Jung's ass, at least it was buried as far as
three inches could go in a nice full ass like Jung had. Perry's white
complexion contrasted with Jung's tan skin. Perry was taking quick thrusts
at Jung. I know now he was trying to fuck his friend without his cock
constantly popping out of his ass.

Perry saw us and stopped. "Oh, fuck it's Larry and Phil," he informed Jung.

"Good, they can learn something. Now keep doing me." Perry went back to
ignoring us and fucking Jung. I doubt very seriously that there was much, if
any, foreplay between the two. They were simply a pair of horny
prepubescent boys rutting.

Phil and I sat on my bed and watched. My cock was rock hard. While I had
no plans to participate in anal sex, watching my two friends doing it was a
huge turn-on. I looked over at Phil and saw his boxers bulging out—it was
obviously a big turn-on for him as well.

Perry grunted while Jung moaned. I could see Jung's three-and-a-half inch
boner bouncing as Perry rabbit fucked him. I stuck my hand in my undies
and started playing with myself. Finally, I said, fuck it, as I pulled my ass up
off of the bed and yanked my boxers down to my ankles. Phil followed my
lead and we both were furiously jacking off as Perry and Jung fucked.

"Oh, shit, here I cum," Perry groaned. He pulled his cocklet out of Jung's
ass and jerked his little tool hard until, with a quick squeak, he shot a
couple of clear drops on Jung's ass. I was impressed since the last time I'd
seen Perry cum all he had was some damp goo that leaked out of his cock.
This was a genuine squirt, worthy of being called a cum.

Jung rolled onto his back and jerked away on his cock while Phil and I
jerked off with him. Jung came quickly, shooting three clear drops on his
belly. Within seconds, Phil joined the cum brigade, his first shot hitting just
below his nipples, eliciting coos of admiration from the three of us. I felt
totally like a little boy when I had my dry orgasm a few second later.

"Wow, that was hot having you watch us," Perry said.

"Yes it was," Jung agreed. "I would say Phil and Larry are now ready to
fuck each other."

"No way." "Ain't happening." Phil and I blurted out together.

"But it got you turned on," Perry pointed out. "You know you guys liked
watching it."

"That's different than doing it," Phil replied.

"I can't wait for Perry to get bigger," Jung said. "Then he can do like Dean
and fuck me on my sweet spot." Dean was Perry's older brother. I knew he
fucked Perry, but this was the first I'd heard of him fucking Jung.

Perry ignored Jung and went on. "Come on, tell me you want to do it now.
Me and Jung can help you and tell you what to do. It will be fun." I saw that
Perry had quickly regained his lost erection.

"It's cool," I told him. "Phil and I just wanted to watch and see it being done.
There's still no way I'm sticking my dick in somebody's shithole and getting
poop on it. And nobody is EVER sticking his dick up my ass. Ouch."

"Ditto," Phil said.

"I will make you a bet," Jung said. "I will bet that you guys do it before we
leave middle school."

"You're on," Phil and I said at the same time.

"I'm in on Jung's side," Perry said. "What are we betting?"

"Let's all take a few days to think about that," I suggested.

"It should not be money," Jung stated. "It should be doing something."

"I agree," Phil said.

"Something to do with sex," Perry added.

"Damn, Perry, is everything about sex to you?" I asked.

"Sex and food," Perry grinned.

Phil and I pulled up our undies, while Perry and Jung put on what little they
had been wearing, and the four of us went downstairs. Of course, we had
to tell everybody what happened, which created instant erections.

As midnight arrived, we had the television on to watch the Space Needle
explode with fireworks like it did every year. Mom and dad joined us. Mom
brought out cookies to munch on while dad started pouring sparkling cider
into wine glasses.

"No champagne?" Perry asked.

"I promise champagne in ten years," Dad grinned as he poured.

"Meanie," Q joshed.  In ten years, we would be twenty-one.

We did feel pretty grown up, though. When midnight came and we made
toasts and clinked our glasses and drank our cider. It might not have been
alcoholic but the glasses and the toasts provided the proper atmosphere for
bringing in the New Year.

By 12:30 we were done. Teeth had been brushed and sleeping bags had
been laid out before midnight. We talked about sharing our sleeping bags
with somebody, but we realized that once again somebody would be the
odd man out. And we always ran the risk of a parental inspection when we
slept in the rec room. That didn't stop Phil and me from setting our sleeping
bags very close together, not to mention Perry and Jung.

The New Years' party had been a big success as far as we were all
concerned. Sure we didn't have the wild orgy, but there was some sex to
be had. We agreed that the orgy would remain on our bucket list for the
New Year. The food and the company were great, and in the end that was
as important as anything.

The second sexual incident happened on Friday, two days after New
Year's Day. Phil spent Thursday night at my house and we enjoyed our first
sex of the year together. Phil humped me with a lot of kissing and we still
had enough energy left afterwards to trade blow jobs. After our second
orgasm we cuddled up on my bed, our naked bodies warm and sweaty
from the sex.

"I'm glad I watched Perry and Jung do their butt thing," I said.

"Me too, but I sure ain't gonna do it. Not with you and not with anybody.
We're gonna win that stupid bet."

"Are you ever gonna watch anybody do it again?"

"No. Are you?"

"Probably not," I said, "but you never know."

What we didn't know was that we would be witnessing anal sex the next
day, and it would be much different from what we'd seen in my bedroom on
New Year's Eve.

After some negotiating on Thursday, we got all of the parents involved to
agree on letting me spend the night at Phil's house for the first time. "Just
ignore Keegan," Phil told me, "and it will all be cool. If we're lucky he'll end
up at some kegger."

"What about Troy?" I asked.

"He'll be cool. We just won't be able to do sex, but he won't mind us
sleeping together."

"Will your bed be big enough for both of us?"

"No, but that's what will make it fun."

After what happened when we picked Phil up on New Year's Eve, I'm not
sure how we came up with the idea of having an overnight at Phil's house,
but we set it up and now we were committed. I was especially surprised
because Phil had told me that Andy had never even been to his house, let
alone spent the night there.

If I had known what we were going to see, I don't think I would have gone
either. What I had seen picking up Phil was bad enough, but Phil had
talked to Troy on the phone and Troy agreed to help keep Keegan in line.

But when we got to Phil's house Troy was not home and what we saw
happening in the living room blew our minds. We entered the house and
saw three naked kids, two boys and a girl. One of the boys was Keegan, of
course. The other boy was Robby Carr, a big eighth grade stud who was
Tyson Carr's big brother. Robby was a jock who played quarterback in
football and was for sure going to be one of the starters on the basketball
team.

Keegan was in the same position on the floor that Jung had been in a
couple of days ago when we watched Perry fuck him. Robby was on his
knees behind Keegan, fucking his ass hard and deep. It was something
much different from Perry's little rabbit fucks. The room smelled of pot and
there were a couple of bongs on the carpet.

Sitting naked on the couch with her legs spread was Mia Cassidy, a sixth
grade girl who was in some of my classes.  Keegan had his face buried in
her hairless pussy and was busily eating her out. Mia was not the kind of
girl I would have expected to see doing this. There were some sixth grade
girls I would not have been surprised to see here, but Mia was a west side
girl—a straight A goody-goody girl, who simply never got into trouble.

She was in my math and core classes and even I had to give her second
glances because she was turning into a real beauty. She was now the first
naked girl I had ever seen. While I couldn't see her crotch clearly because
Keegan was blocking the view, I could tell she had no pubic hair and she
looked just like the drawings in our health book. She was almost flat
chested with just the barest hint of budding breasts.

I had seen her with Robby in the halls at school, and there were rumors
they were going out together, which was somewhat scandalous. The
problem wasn't that Robby was black and Mia was white, for we liked to
think we were beyond that kind of prejudice. No, the problem was that
Robby was an eighth grader and Mia was a sixth grader. Such is the
middle school mind at work.

Phil and I stood in the middle of the living room, dumbfounded.

Keegan pulled his face out of Mia's crotch and looked at us groggily, his
face shiny from slobbering on Mia's juices. Robby ignored us and kept on
fucking Phil's brother.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Keegan snarled.

"I fucking live here," Phil retorted. "What the fuck you doing?"

"Fucking," Keegan said with a giggle. I figured he and Robby were high, but
I wasn't sure about Mia, although her lack of reaction to our presence
probably indicated that she was stoned.
He buried his face back in Mia's crotch as she moaned with pleasure.
Robby kept fucking as if we weren't there, his black cock pistoning in and
out of shiny white Keegan's ass. Robby was a well-built, muscular young
teen and he kept fucking as if we weren't even there. The two boys shared
groans as Robby appeared to be on the verge of orgasm.
Phil yanked my arm and we took off for his room, stepping over the clothes
that were strewn across the floor. I heard a loud howl as we closed the
door to Phil's room. From the tone of the voice, I assumed it was Robby
having his orgasm as he shot his seed into Keegan's ass.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Phil mumbled viciously. "I knew this was a
fucked up idea. My family is so fucked I can't stand it. If Troy was here, this
wouldn't be happening, so where the fuck is he?"  Phil looked on the verge
of breaking out in tears.

I put my arm around him and guided him to his bed. We sat next to each
other and I pulled him up against my shoulder. "It's cool, Phil. Remember
what you told me?"

"What did I tell you?"

"You said to ignore Keegan and we'd have a good time."

Phil broke out into his smile for the first time since we'd entered his house.
"Damn straight," he said. "But fuck, he talks about us being faggots, and
then he's the one taking it up the ass."

"Maybe it's because he was high."

"He's always high. It's weird when he isn't stoned."

"He was good at my house on Thanksgiving."

"Well, anything can happen I guess." He wrapped his arm around me and
we sat leaning against each other, exchanging energy in some mysterious
way. "And what the fuck is with Mia Cassidy? I mean I knew she was going
out with Robby, but she's down there stoned out of her mind, and naked,
and getting her pussy eaten out."

"At least she wasn't being fucked," I offered.

"At least not when we saw them."

We agreed to ignore the goings on in the living room. We cranked the
laptop on the desk and went off into our own world of surfing and playing
games.

I had no idea how much time had gone by when Keegan barged into the
room without knocking. He was still naked and was carrying a baggy in his
right hand.

"You guys embarrassed me," Keegan said, speaking precisely so as not to
sound like he was under the influence. "You never said you were coming
home early."

"I don't need to tell you shit," Phil said bluntly. "And you can't be calling me
and Larry faggots. We weren't the ones on the floor getting fucked up the
butt."

"That didn't mean nothing. I was eating out Mia. She's Robby's
woman...that was my sex."

"Oh, so getting butt-fucked isn't sex?"

I was looking over Keegan as I listened to this exchange. He wasn't bad
looking in the nude although his body looked soft for a twelve-year-old. He
was nothing like the boys in the Wonkeys. All of us were athletes and
played sports. Keegan looked like somebody who spent a lot of time sitting
on his ass.

"See this?" Keegan asked as he held his cock with his left hand. "This
fucked Mia right on that couch, and that was before her boyfriend fucked
her. Everybody thinks Mia is so good, but she's a slut and likes getting
stoned and fucking studs like me and Robby. And see this?" Keegan
asked, holding up the baggy in his right hand. I knew what the green, leafy
substance in it was. "That's my payment for taking it up the ass. Robby
says I'm a better fuck than Mia and he pays me for it with weed."

"You are such a shithead," Phil said. "My brother calls me a fag, but he's a
whore. Go smoke your shit somewhere and leave me and Larry alone."

"You guys are the pervs staring at my dick. And besides, Mia is the whore."
Keegan staggered out of the room.

Phil and I were alone again. "Shit, I'm sorry, bro. I knew something weird
would happen."

"It's cool...remember what you said..."

"Yeah, I know, forget Keegan and have fun." Which is what we did for the
next half hour when Keegan was replaced by Troy.

Troy was happy to see me and joined us in our game playing. He didn't tell
us where he'd been. Phil and I assumed he was at his girlfriend's. It wasn't
until years later that we learned he'd been hanging with the sober teen
friends with whom he'd spent the New Year.

"Smells like pot in here," Troy complained once we'd completed our
greetings. "Fucking Keegan knows better than to smoke that shit in the
house. I should go kick his ass." He looked at me and smiled. "But, with
company here it will wait."

Phil told Troy what we'd run across when we came into the house.

"Damn, that Keegan is one sick dude," Troy said, shaking his head. "Mom
really needs to send him to rehab or something. He's totally sick." Once
again he gave me a smile. "Sorry you had to be a part of all of this, Larry."

"It's okay," I lied, "I'll still have fun."

When Phil's mother came home from work she commented on the smell of
marijuana, too, and then went into Keegan's room. She came out a couple
of minutes later shaking her head. I had the feeling she hadn't
accomplished much during her brief visit.

We actually had a pretty good dinner. Phil's mom and Troy worked as a
team to cook up a tasty minestrone. Phil lent a hand for part of it, as well.

"Troy is becoming a pretty good cook," Phil said as we left the kitchen.
"Mom's been teaching him, plus he gets these recipes from books. Now
they're teaching me and I really like doing it. I'm mostly a helper right now,
but Troy says pretty soon I'll be doing the full meal deal."

"I want a taste of it when you do it," I said.

Phil did become a very good cook and does most of the cooking for the two
of us. He loves putting together sandwiches and when he discovered the
wonders of freshly squeezed orange juice and lemonade in college, those
became staples for us.

As for that first solo meal, it was spaghetti and meatballs. Phil cooked it
during spring break. He chopped up green peppers, fried some hamburger
meat with the peppers, mixed it all with a jar of spaghetti sauce and poured
it into a crockpot for a while. He boiled his spaghetti as his sauce came
close to ready. Troy hung out in the living room, but other than taking a
couple of tastes of the sauce at Phil's request, he kept out of the process. I
helped him out by preparing the Caesar salad. Mom had been getting me
busy in her kitchen. I liked it okay, but I didn't take to cooking the way Phil
did. Phil was very proud of his meal and rightfully so.

Keegan kept his mouth shut during dinner. He even dressed in jeans and a
t-shirt and sat at the table. Maybe his mother's short talk did have some
kind of an effect.

Phil and I squeezed into his bed that night, stripped down to our briefs.
Troy offered to go downstairs and sleep on the couch, but we told him we
were cool with him sleeping in his bed.

After Troy turned the lights off, I gave Phil a quick good-night kiss on his
lips. He gave me a longer one back. We added a longer one together and
groped each other's growing cocks through our underpants.

"Are you guys sure you don't want me to leave?" Troy asked in a knowing
tone of voice. We broke our kiss quickly, embarrassed that Troy had heard
us. We didn't let go of each other's cocks, however. The room became very
silent. "Hey, I don't care what you guys do with each other," Troy told us.
"But I thought you'd want your privacy."

"The lights are out," Phil said as we jerked each other off under the
blankets and through our undies.

"Whatever, I have business to take care of, too, if you guys don't mind."

And so my first night at Phil's house in Phil's bed found us in mutual
masturbation as our hands finally found their way inside each other's
underpants. We could hear Troy jerking off on his bed and we were sure he
could hear us taking care of each other. We didn't find out until much later
that he knew we were kissing, too. He could hear it and the room wasn't all
that dark.

Phil and I thought the night wouldn't be sexy at all, but we were wrong. As
all the masturbating was going on I wondered what sex with a teenager like
Troy would be like. I knew that Phil liked it.

That was how my first time spending the night at Phil's went. Keegan
started it out on a dark note, but jerking each other off at the same time
Troy was jerking off proved to be erotic for us.

However, it would be awhile before I returned to Phil's house. I couldn't get
the image of Keegan being fucked by Robby out of my mind, or of Mia
Cassidy naked and having sex with Keegan at the same time. It was a
good thing Phil and I had watched Perry and Jung fuck, because if our first
exposure to anal sex had been Keegan getting his butt hammered for pot it
might have taken a lot longer before Phil and I became willing to try making
love. But in these two incidents, we not only had seen the dark side, we
had also seen the fun side of the fucking equation.

Both incidents influenced us, but in the end the fun we saw outweighed the
dark side. It would just take us a little time to figure it all out.

Next: Start of a New Year.