Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2016 20:42:41 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rough Edges  Chapter 41

CHAPTER 41
GROWING UP

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<Phil Miller>

"Do you remember the night I apologized to you and everybody else after
my major funk?" I asked Larry as we sat out on the deck eating BLTs and
drinking lemonade.

"Which funk are we talking about?" he asked with a sly grin.

I flipped him a friendly bird. "The one right at the end of seventh grade."

"I knew that was the one you meant, but I had to get my dig in."

"Only because you like being a sadistic bastard."

"Well, you were a bit volatile at times back then. But that funk was a major
surprise because everything was going so well for you and you hadn't had
any meltdowns worse than the rest of us hormone-driven adolescents."

"I think the term to describe me at that time is `asshole'. I thought I was
entitled to the worship of the world around me."

"That is pretty close to the book definition of asshole," Larry agreed.  "And
yes, I remember that night—how could I forget it? What you did to me took
things to a new level. It was some pretty serious sex, especially for two
young bucks like you and me."

Larry certainly had that right. As I thought back to that night, I recalled that
after making my amends I told Larry I wanted to do something special to
him.

"You're not going to fuck me are you?" he asked.

"Nah, I can wait until you turn thirteen."

"What about one hundred and thirteen?"

"I think I'll wear your ass out totally by then."

"Maybe," was all he said. Even though we had all but agreed to have anal
sex when Larry turned thirteen, he often got a case of cold feet—or was
that cold ass cheeks? Whatever, I was willing to wait a couple of months for
his birthday, but I wasn't going to wait forever.

"Let's shower," I suggested. After being in school all day followed by having
a long, hard baseball practice, a shower sounded good before we hit the
sack—and I do mean hit.

Larry's parents were used to us showering together, so we weren't
concerned about what they thought of our evening shower—or at least that
was what we told each other. Larry and I always washed each other's
backs, butts, and hair. This time I paid very close attention to Larry's butt,
washing it deep with a wash cloth.

"Damn, you're sure Jonesing on my ass tonight," Larry said.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, having somebody touch my ass always feels good, but you've never
washed it that hard and deep." Larry and I didn't know it at the time, but he
was foreshadowing our future sex life.

"You're going to like what I'm gonna do to you in bed even better." I wasn't
sure how I would like what I was about to do, but I wanted to give it a try. I
know I really liked being on the receiving end when Keegan did it to me.
Yep, I was planning on rimming my boyfriend. I didn't know the term
rimming then, but I did know what I was going to do. If Keegan could do it, I
could do it—I mean I was supposed to be the gay brother, right?

After we returned to Larry's room, he pulled back the covers of his bed. We
flopped next to each other, our still dampish bodies touching. We were both
rock hard; Larry had gotten boned up while I washed his ass. Just
showering together didn't get us hard any more—the act had become
routine, like showering in PE.

"I want to do something to you that Keegan did to me," I informed Larry.

"I'm not fucking," he insisted.

"We already agreed when we're going to fuck and it won't be tonight. We
also agreed it would be the first time for both of us, which means Keegan
has never fucked me. But this has to do with your butt."

"So, surprise me." I knew Larry knew about rimming, but I don't think he
was expecting me to actually do it.

"Get on your stomach," I instructed him.

He obeyed me and displayed his beautiful smooth, white, shiny ass. I got
myself into position by getting on my belly between his spread legs. I
opened his ass cheeks and admired his clean, pink grommet. Doing this
sounded totally gross, but I wanted to do it. After all, what self-respecting
thirteen-year-old boy is truly put off by grossness?  I kneaded his cheeks as
I worked up the last ounce of courage I needed to do the dirty deed.

"I know what you're going to do," Larry said, mumbling somewhat into his
sheets.

"What?"

"You're going to lick my butthole."

My answer was to do just that. I put my tongue into his crack and lightly
touched his rose with it. I wondered if it would taste gross, but didn't let my
thoughts stop me. I detected the aroma of boy as well as the smell and
taste of soap. I had made sure his rear end was clean—the last thing I
wanted was to detect the taste of shit, whatever shit tasted like.

I started licking, working my tongue along his hole and then, much to my
surprise, into his hole. Larry moaned, telling me that what I was doing felt
good. His moaning got me to moaning. Both of us had our moans muted,
Larry by his bottom sheet and me by Larry's butt. The sounds of each
other's pleasure had us both turned on.

Somehow my tongue started working its way into Larry's hole. I hadn't
intended on doing that—Keegan had only licked me from the outside, he
hadn't penetrated me. But my tongue was actually inside his hole.

Larry started humping his sheet, making it hard for me to continue eating
him out. I found myself humping the sheet as well. We both knew what we
wanted, but before I gave in I licked and sucked on his hole making my
boyfriend quietly squeal with delight.

Finally, I moved off of Larry and turned him on his back. I dropped down on
top of him and started humping his belly and cock. I kissed him, worried at
first that he wouldn't want to kiss me because my tongue had been inside
his ass, but that fact didn't stop him from kissing. We were both so turned
on we knew we wouldn't last long.

We were now kissing, and humping, and grunting, and moaning—our
hands feeling each other up everywhere. Larry's right hand found my ass,
and his finger went into my crack and started working my hole. The idea of
asking him to lick my ass flew through my head, but I knew this wasn't the
time. All I wanted right then was to shoot my load over the twelve-year-old
underneath me.

I heard a squeal from the warm, smooth, damp, slick body below me. I
ground my cock hard into the groin of that body and felt a warm glow flow
through me as my orgasm built up.

"Fuck, Larry, I'm gonna cum."

"Me, too...I can't hold back."

Larry pushed up, I pushed down. The heat between us was intense. I heard
my voice saying, "Shit!" and I heard an echoing, "Shit," from beneath me as
my ass bounced and I pounded on my boyfriend and I shot my load with
spasm after spasm after spasm. I felt our warm fluids as they intermingled
between our bodies, covering our smooth skins with sweet boy cream. All I
could think to say was, "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuck," as I came and then collapsed
on my boyfriend.

All I heard was our ragged breathing as I lay flat on Larry trying to regain
my senses. The seconds passed until Larry said, "That was fucking
intense."

"No shit. That was an A+ orgasm—even Turdman would give it an A+."

"Was it gross?"

"Huh? How could our orgasm be gross? I mean we've shot our jizz on each
other zillions of times."

"No, I mean licking my butt—was that gross?"

I rolled off of Larry and we turned on our sides facing each other. The
semen on our bodies was dripping onto the sheet, but we didn't care.

"I thought it would be, but it wasn't. You were, like, really, really clean and
you tasted like soap."

"I could feel your tongue push into my butt," he said.

"Yeah, I don't know why I did that. But, it wasn't gross."

"What did it taste like then?"

"I dunno. I guess it tasted like Larry Sanders."

Larry kissed me. "Your tongue went from my butt and then into my mouth."

"Yeah, I thought you were gonna stop me from Frenching you." I looked
into my lover's eyes. "Are you ever going to try it?"

"Probably."

"Like you're probably going to let me fuck you?"

"No probably. I am going to let you fuck me," Larry grinned.

"Really?"

He nodded. "I've been telling you that. And you know what?"

"What?"

"If it feels even better than what we just did, it's going to be fucking
awesome."

We got out of bed to pee and clean ourselves up; we had already brushed
and flossed and done all of that good stuff that keeps parents happy.

"Do you think mom and dad heard us?" Larry asked as we pulled the
covers over us. "We got way louder than usual."

"Well, nobody came crashing through the door to find out what all of the
noise was about, so if they did, they weren't too upset. I mean, think about
it, they know we sleep together and they know we're horny boys. It's been
a long time since I've slept in that shitty guest room."

"Hey, it's an okay place. I mean it's part of my house."

"Great, then you sleep in it sometime."

Larry kissed the top of my nose and turned out the light. "I get the point."

I slept great that night, with dreams I couldn't remember,	 but knew were
pleasant. The next day at school was awesome, and the Wonkeys were
still my friends. Even more importantly, Larry was my best friend—my
boyfriend. Life was back to being good.

I didn't realize it then, but not only had I survived another meltdown, I had
learned from it. I had learned that even with my father out of my life, even
with my mother working hard to support three kids on his child support and
her own wages, even with Keegan keeping things stirred up, I had a lot to
be grateful for.

Maybe Troy's idea of listing what I was grateful for wasn't a bad idea. Even
when all I did was make the list in my head, I felt better—more grounded. I
had Troy, Larry, the Wonkeys, Mr. Roth, Larry's parents and, yes, my
mother as people I was grateful for. I had also learned that my shit did
indeed stink and I needed to remember that I wasn't the center of the
universe. Not always easy to do when you're thirteen, but being aware of
that defect was a good start.

The biggest thing I was grateful for was all of the love in my life, from the
love of my mother, the love of my brother, the love of my friends, to the love
of my best friend on the planet—my boyfriend, Larry.

<Sandy Sanders>

The next morning, after the boys had left for school, Larry's mother decided
it would be a good day to get the laundry out of the way. She went upstairs
to Larry's room and found the bed in disarray. The covering was on the
floor at the foot of the bed, the top sheet was scrunched up at the foot of
the bed, and the bottom sheet was barely clinging to the mattress.

Larry was normally very good about either making his bed, or putting the
sheets into the hamper, but sometimes his thirteen-year-old self had his
irresponsible moments. She rolled the top sheet up and put it in the clothes
basket. When she reached for the bottom sheet she noticed lots of stains.

"My Goodness, what's on the sheet?", she exclaimed out loud.

"Hmmmmmm," she muttered as she took a closer look. "It looks like dried
semen, but there's so much of it. It must be from both Phil and Larry, but
what were they doing? I better talk to Art about this."

It wasn't the presence of the stains that was different, but how much of the
sheet was covered. Normally, she pulled the sheets out of the hamper, into
the basket, then into the washing machine without a close inspection. She
had grown up with two brothers, so she understood what pubescent boys
did in their beds.

She rolled up the bottom sheet, tossed it into the basket, and headed for
the laundry room.

Later, that evening, Sandy and her husband were watching TV alone in the
living room. At the conclusion of the program they were watching, Sandy
spoke quietly to her husband. "Can we turn off TV?  I have something I'd
like to talk to you about."

"OK, what's up?"

"This morning, I did the laundry and washed the sheets from Larry's bed.
The bottom sheet had a large section literally covered with some dried
body fluid. There was so much there it had to have come from both of the
boys."

"I suspect you're right. They both should have reached puberty by now and
could be having what are called 'wet dreams.'   While a young pre-teen or
teenager is in deep sleep, he can develop an erection and actually emit
semen onto the sheet."

"I understand that...I had two brothers, remember? But both Phil and Larry
on the same night?"  Mrs. Sanders asked curiously

"Well, it could be possible, but not probable. What are you thinking that
perhaps they masturbated themselves?"

"That thought crossed my mind, but it's all so new to me that my baby could
be growing up and able to make babies!"

 "My guess is that the boys, once in bed together, developed erections. As
they explored this new development, it would only be a matter of seconds
and they'd both reach orgasm."

"Perhaps we should be more concerned about their overnights, making
sure they sleep in separate beds," Sandy replied.

"Listen, honey, since the beginning of time young boys have been
experimenting with their penises, having erections and emissions. It's a
normal and natural part of growing up. Neither is it unusual for boys their
age to share in the experience. In a few years, they grow out of it and most
boys become more private in their behaviors and have less frequent
emissions."

"I realize no harm has been done and I didn't know young boys were so
sharing in their sexual experiences. This talk has helped me, Frank." She
tried to remember if she ever suspected her brothers of experimenting with
other boys, but she couldn't recall any instance of it. It never occurred to
her that they may have experimented with each other.

Art rose out of his chair, came over to his wife, pulled her up to a standing
position, gave her a kiss, and said, "All this talk about sex has me excited
more than usual. Let's turn out the lights and go up to bed."

<Larry Sanders>

I was happy to see Phil back to being his positive self. I had been afraid he
would be angry at my talking to Mr. Roth about him, but all he said to me
was that Mr. Roth and I both helped him and he got what he needed.
Looking back at it from his perspective as an adult, Phil admitted to being a
bit peeved, but also to heeding Troy's advice before going ballistic—pause
before acting.

The week after school was out, I threw a one-hit shutout against the fifth-
place team in our eight-team league. Since the team we were tied with lost,
the win broke a tie for first. We would stay in first until the end of the
season.

The day after we clinched first place, we had a Wonkey barbeque at
Daniel's house, followed by a sleepover at Q's house. While Daniel's
parents could put on a good food fest, with swimming in the pool included,
they weren't big on long-term company, meaning overnight company. The
fact that we were loud, rowdy, wild, and somewhat nasty in the pool
solidified their stance. The frightening thing was, we were all basically well-
behaved kids.

Q's parents were used to our overnights, and left us alone. While all of the
Wonkeys, along with Ben's little brother Devon, were at the barbeque, Jung
and Ben couldn't spend the night. Surprisingly, Devon could. Why he could
and Ben couldn't is a long story. Why the ten-year-old stayed with a cadre
of young teens is another story—it was because Daniel invited him to.

Since none of us could foresee the future, we didn't see the significance of
Devon sleeping with Daniel. We gave Daniel a hard time about robbing the
cradle, but he took it in good stride. "Devon gives me boners faster than
you guys," he said. We all knew how slow Daniel could be when it came to
getting hard.

"We rest our case," Jung announced. "You are robbing the cradle for sex."

"Hey, I'm ten," Devon reminded us. "I don't live in no cradle."

 We knew that Devon had lost his cherry to Ben when he was nine so what
happened in that sleeping bag after lights out didn't surprise us. "Anybody
who lets Daniel shove his big thing up his butt twice in one night sure isn't
from the cradle," Jung said in the morning. There were no secrets during
Wonkey sleepovers.

"I can even take your little thing," Devon smirked as we dressed minimally
for breakfast. Little Devon was turning into a bigger horn dog than his big
brother. It wasn't long after the party that Devon officially became the
youngest member of the Wonkeys.

Phil and I had a big summer surprise not long after that sleepover.
Somehow, July had snuck up on us. The Fourth of July was on Sunday that
year and Phil was spending the entire holiday weekend at my house.
Monday was also a holiday, and I would spend it at his house. We had our
first playoff game scheduled on Tuesday evening. We hadn't decided who
was staying where—after all, we might yet have a Wonkey get-together
planned by then.

Not long after Phil rode his bike to my house my dad informed us there
would be an important meeting after dinner. "Larry's mom and I have some
things to discuss with the two of you," was all he said.

Phil and I went out to the backyard to play some Whiffle Ball, but our minds
were more on the upcoming meeting than on playing a game.

"They know," I said.

"Know what?" Phil asked.

"That we're gay and we're boyfriends."

"So, we're going to tell them anyway," he reminded me.

"Yeah, like when we're in high school or something."

"You worry too much," he told me. "Let's go play Whiffle Ball and forget
about whatever they're going to say."

We played, but my heart wasn't in it and Phil kicked my ass 15-6.
After a delicious dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, Phil and I helped clean
up. Phil kept giving me looks that said everything was cool, so I kept giving
him looks back that said we're in deep doo doo.

The meeting ended up being entirely different than we expected. "As you
know," my father started out, "we're taking Larry to Disneyland for his
thirteenth birthday." I had found that out the day after school let out for the
summer, and had made no attempt to keep it a secret.

Phil and I nodded in unison, wondering where this was going. "Well, Larry
has been telling us how much more fun the trip would be if his best friend
came along. So, we want Phil to know he is now officially invited to join
us—if he wants to of course."

"Duh, of course I want to," Phil said, which sounded kind of lame, but hey, I
doubt I could have done any better. Yes, I'd begged and wheedled for Phil
to be included in the trip, but there was no way I thought my parents would
agree. This was as big a surprise to me as it was to Phil.

Phil got off of the couch and gave my mom and dad each a hug. I think he
was fighting back tears. Then he came over to me and gave me a hug and
a kiss on the cheek. The hug didn't surprise me, but the kiss sure did. And
yes, he had a couple of tears dribbling down his cheek.

"I am really happy," Phil declared. "I can't believe I'm going to Disneyland
with you guys." Then his face clouded over. "What if my mom says no?"

"She's already said yes," my mother told him.

"We thought we were in big trouble," I said, which was a mistake. Because,
of course, my dad wanted to know why we would think we were in trouble. I
managed to fumble my way through it by saying I might have forgotten to
pick up my socks or something. I know it sounded lame, but I was never
real good at ad-libbing.

That finished it. I gave my parents each a hug as well, and then Phil and I
went to my room to discuss our surprise. Needless to say, the sex we had
later in the evening was first rate.

<Phil Miller>

I wasn't worried about the big meeting with Larry's parents. I mean even if it
was about being gay, I knew them well enough to figure out they weren't
going to throw us into a torture chamber. I wasn't even sure why Larry, who
knew his parents way better than I did, had a problem with us just coming
out to them. I mean if you think about it, they had to figure out there was
something going on between us.

Still, I couldn't believe the news when I heard it. I was actually going to
Disneyland, and I was going with Larry. It was going to be the most fun trip
of my life, no doubt about it. We were going to leave the day after Larry's
birthday and be gone for two weeks. We would be driving down in the
Sanders family's SUV. The only negative in my mind was that Troy wasn't
going with us.

The whole Fourth of July weekend was great. Larry and I had sex on Friday
night. We spent the day playing Whiffle Ball in Larry's backyard with Perry,
Q, Jung, and Tyson. We even snuck in some BJ's in the wooded area near
the elementary school. I got to suck off Tyson and he did a nice job of
returning the favor. Jung and Larry paired up as did Q and Perry. While we
didn't get naked, we were all shirtless with our shorts pulled down to our
knees, ready to yank them up if needed. We might as well have been
naked, because by the time we detected anybody close to us it would have
been too late to hide any nakedness.

On the Fourth we watched the fireworks show in the valley. There were
plenty of vendors and Larry and I had no problem finding food and drink.
The lemonade stand was my favorite. It served freshly squeezed
lemonade. I asked the owner how she made such great lemonade, and she
showed me her secrets.  At thirteen I was becoming quite the lemonade
aficionado. I still use her secrets in preparing my own lemonade.

Larry's overnight at my house went okay. I made sure to thank my mom for
letting me go to California with Larry. She's really become a great mom
since dad left, no more pills and all of that crap. Her only weakness was
being lost when it came to dealing with Keegan, who was now fourteen.
Keegan seemed to occupy an entirely different universe than the rest of
us—drugs, alcohol, and partying were his way of life.

Larry and I knew that Troy might want to play around sexually with us, and
we were both cool with it. We were okay with Keegan playing around as
well. When we got to my house in the early afternoon, Troy wasn't home
and Keegan was in his bedroom with Skyler and some girl I didn't
recognize. Keegan was naked, while Skyler was wearing just a t-shirt. Both
of them were hard. The girl was naked except for a pair of panties. Her
chest was almost flat like a boy's, with just a pair of nubs protruding.
Keegan was rubbing them. I sniffed for the smell of pot, but didn't detect
anything.

"Hey dudes, want to join us?" Keegan asked. "This is Kiera, she's twelve
and going into seventh grade this year."  I was right about her being young.
"She ain't no virgin. Me and Skyler took her cherry a couple of weeks ago."

"Well, I took it since I was first," Skyler boasted. "She was so fucking tight.
We were all stoned then, but this time we're doing it right."

"Then we're going to a party and getting totally wasted," Keegan smirked.
"Even Kiera, right Kiera?" The girl nodded. "Take your panties off and show
my brother and his boyfriend your naked pussy," Keegan commanded. He
looked over at us. "She's got no hair at all and don't bleed so me and
Skyler can bareback her."

"Did you say he's your brother's boyfriend?" Kiera asked in a shy voice,
pointing at Larry.

"Yeah, my little bro is a faggot, but I'm cool with it. Someday I'm gonna fuck
his ass. Hey, maybe I can fuck your ass, too," he said to Kiera.

"You guys have fun," I said. "We're gonna ride our bikes somewhere."

Kiera got up from the bed and Keegan pulled down her light blue panties.
"Watch her get down on me and suck my big old cock." Which is what she
started doing as we left the room. I was rock hard, but I don't know if it was
from seeing the boners of the two older boys or seeing Kiera standing
naked in front of me. It was probably me thinking of all of them having sex.

When Larry and I returned from our bike riding Skyler and Kiera were gone,
but Troy and Keegan were there. Keegan was telling Troy about Kiera
sucking his dick while Skyler fucked her. "Then I rested up and gave her
the best fuck ever and I sucked Skyler off," he finished. "I'm gonna get me
lots of pussy at the party tonight. I can't wait."

"You'll get pussy if you don't pass out," Troy remarked.

"The trick is to get the pussy before you pass out, doofus. Damn, you go to
that AA shit and you miss out on all the fun." He looked over at Larry and
me and said, "And there just ain't no gay boy parties anywhere. Sorry
dudes."

That night Larry, Troy, and I sat naked on his bed after wrestling around in
our undies for a while. The three of us were sweaty and hard. We talked
about when Larry and I were going to fuck.

"Call it making love," Troy laughed. "Don't make it sound crass. I mean, you
guys are boyfriends after all. Now, when are you going to do it? You know
you both want to, but you keep putting it off."

Larry surprised me by saying, "Right after we get back from California."

"For real?" I asked.

"Totally for real."

"You're not fucking with me?"

"No, I'll just be fucking you," he grinned. "I guess it's about time to do it,
but..."

"...but, you want to be thirteen."

"Yep, thirteen and a man."

"You guys are total goofballs," Troy laughed. "You're still boys when you're
thirteen."

"So, you're a man because you're sixteen?" I asked.

"Pretty much."

"Well, I'm man enough to suck your dick," Larry told him, and he quickly
was between Troy's legs sticking my brother's six-and-a-half inch cock into
his mouth. Larry couldn't take it all, but it was good enough for Troy, who
lay back and moaned. I was jerking off watching what was unfolding on
Troy's bed. I knew there'd be some sex between the three of us, but I had
no idea how it would start. Well, it seemed to have started instantly.

Larry gagged a few times as he worked on Troy's man-sized cock. He'd
sucked Troy before, but was kind of tentative. This time he was attacking
Troy's cock, trying to handle as much of it as he could—he was showing
that he was a man.

Troy finally convinced Larry that he didn't have to swallow him whole, and
Larry relaxed, giving my brother the kind of blow job that he's good at—lots
of licking, and in Troy's case, lots of sucking of the glans. Larry might not
have had his nose buried in Troy's pubes like he did with me, but Larry's
work satisfied Troy and he grunted, growled, cursed, and filled Larry's
mouth with gobs of thick, teen cum.

"Damn, Larry you suck good cock. I'd love to have you and Phil do me
back-to-back sometime."

"Why, so you can see who's best?" I asked with a hint of sass in my voice.

"Get over yourself, bro. I might just want to get double the fun from two hot
eighth graders." I was properly chagrined—I really did have a lot of growing
up left to do, and Troy had no problem reminding me of that fact.

"Why not do it now?" Larry asked.

"Because I want to do you two back-to-back and get a nice taste of your
sweet cum."

"You're beginning to sound like a porn story," I told him.

"And you know that how?" Troy asked.

I blushed, Troy laughed, and everything was cool.

<Phil Miller>

That night with Larry and Troy had been awesome. I remember being very
happy that Keegan was off somewhere getting wasted and laid—well,
wasted for sure. Watching Larry suck off my brother had been a total turn-
on.

Troy ended up not sucking us back-to-back. Instead, he sucked us at the
same time. Larry and I pushed our cocks together and Troy took them in
his mouth. It took him about the same amount of effort as Larry had
expended sucking Troy's cock. He was able to get just past the glans and
used his lips and tongue to perfection.

It felt so good having my wet four inches pushed against Larry's inside of
Troy's warm, wet mouth. Our heads rubbed together as Troy sucked us,
creating multiple feelings that threatened to send us over the top too soon. I
wanted to start fucking my brother's mouth, but Troy's hand held us
together at the base, creating yet another sensation.

I was disappointed when Troy released our cocks, but the disappointment
was short-lived as he licked one cock and then the other and found a way
to lick both at the same time as his right hand masturbated us
simultaneously.

Larry's face was inches away from mine. Troy knew how Larry and I felt
about each other and I was certain he would have no problem with what I
wanted to do as he worked us to our inevitable climax. I kissed Larry on the
lips with a soft, light kiss that didn't stay that way long. Within seconds our
tongues were battling while our dicks were battling at the same time Troy
was licking the seeping precum off of the tips.

"Mmmmph," was all I could say because Larry's tongue was buried in my
mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and held tightly onto his neck as I
felt my cock swell and felt the sweet hot spasms of orgasm rack my body.  I
felt Larry shake and shiver and heard him moan as his lips locked even
harder on mine.

I was shooting cum, Larry was shooting cum, and I had no idea where it
was all ending up. All I knew was I was having an orgasm I hoped would
never end; every nerve in my body was tingling as I shot my seed into the
unknown. Just as my orgasm subsided I felt Troy rubbing his cock along
my rib cage and then felt his warm cum shoot over me as he moaned with
pleasure.

The smell of sex was everywhere, and our semen seemed to be
everywhere as well. Troy had shot his entire load over me, while Larry and
I had shot on each other, into Troy's mouth, and on Troy's face. The three
of us collapsed on Troy's bed, fighting to get our control back—to get our
breath back—to work our way back to normality. It had been some of the
most exciting, intense sex of my young life.

Originally Larry and I were going to sleep in my bed. Instead, the three of
us managed to squeeze ourselves into Troy's bed, our smooth, sticky,
sweaty bodies molding together as we eventually crashed into deep sleeps.

<Troy Miller>

The sex I had with Larry and Phil had been amazing. The two young teens
(I know, Larry still had a few weeks left as a preteen) were incredibly hot
and sexy. Larry had given me a great blow job (I really envied Phil). I don't
know where my idea of sucking the two horny boys together came from,
but it was a great one. Larry and Phil certainly got off on it, and I did as
well.

What really surprised me was how sexy it was to watch them kiss. I didn't
think that watching two boys French could be such a turn on. Those two
almost made me wish I was gay, because it was obvious that, even at their
young age, they had something special going.

The three of us sleeping in my bed was a bit awkward, mainly because of
the size of the bed. It would have been much better in a larger bed. Even
though I didn't sleep well, I would have gone for the same sleeping
arrangements again.

That morning, I showered with Larry. I told Phil I was sure he and Larry
showered together a lot, and he and I showered together almost daily, so I
appreciated the chance to shower with his sexy boyfriend. Both boys
blushed, but were okay with that arrangement.

As I washed Larry I decided to ask him for his blessing for something I
wanted to do. "I know you and Phil want to lose your cherries to each
other," I told him as I washed his back, "which I totally understand."

"But...," Larry grinned, anticipating what was coming next.

I stuck my wet middle finger into his tight, pubescent ass. "But, I want your
okay to fuck Phil after you guys have done it."

Larry grunted as my finger played with his magic button. "On the same
day?" he asked with some concern.

"No, silly, that day will belong totally to you and my favorite brother. I just
want your okay to do it sometime."

"Why? He's your brother, you can do it to him whenever you want."

Larry was rock hard now as I finger fucked him. "I would just feel better if
you give your okay."

"You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that."

"Beating your meat like you're doing seems to be helping things along."

"I'm okay with it, now make me cum."

I took over his cock, jerking my brother's boyfriend off as I finger fucked his
tight ass. Damn, I thought, I'd love to fuck him, too. I didn't ask him,
however. That was always something I could ask at a later time. I pulled my
finger out of his hole, but kept masturbating him. I humped his gorgeous,
smooth ass cheeks as my fist pounded his pubescent cock.

Suddenly, Larry shook, moaned, and shot his clear young boy cum against
the shower tiles. "Oh fuck, that was good," he managed to squeak out. He
turned his head and looked at me over his shoulder. "Want me to get you
off?"

"No need," I said as I shot my cum over his ass cheeks, the running water
of the shower quickly rinsing it off. I was happy—I'd cum over Phil last night
and now had shot over Larry's smooth, athletic body. I was a very satisfied
sixteen-year-old boy.

<Larry Sanders>

As my birthday approached I often thought about my night and morning at
Phil's house. I found Troy to be very sexy. I knew he was straight and that
he had a girlfriend, but he really got into getting off with Phil and me. The
oral sex on Troy's bed, the three of us squeezed together on the bed, and
Troy getting me off in the shower made it a very sexy overnight. The
shower had been the first time that Troy and I had done something sexual
alone. It was something that would happen again before Troy graduated
from high school.

We won our baseball playoff game on Tuesday, 7-4. The game was a
loser-out playoff game. By winning, we'd be playing the champion of the
North Division in a best-of-three series starting on Thursday.

I was the starting pitcher for the opening game of the series. Phil and I
were totally in sync. I had my rhythm going from the start and pitched a
two-hit shutout, striking out eight and walking just one. Phil's bases loaded
double in the fourth was a big part of our offense as we won 5-0.

Game two was a Saturday afternoon game. The weather was sunny and
hot. Daniel was our starting pitcher. He pitched well, but we couldn't touch
their big left hander. He didn't throw overly hard, but he loved to pitch inside
and kept our feet moving. We ended up losing 3-1 which meant we'd be
playing again on Wednesday for the Valley League Championship.

Since I had five day's rest, I was eligible to start. I wasn't quite as sharp as I
had been the first game, but I still pitched pretty well. Coach moved me to
shortstop in the sixth and brought in Carter Billings to finish the game. The
score was tied 3-3 after five innings. Carter went to a private school, but
was a cool kid. He usually played left field or second base when he wasn't
pitching.

We won 4-3 in the bottom of the seventh when Jung singled in Perry from
second base for a walk-off hit. Needless to say, our celebration was wild
and crazy. Carter got the win, but I didn't care—we were the league
champions.

It was pizza after the game. Our overnight fun came at my house the next
night. All of the Wonkeys were there whether they were on the team or not.
A couple of other players from the team were there, too, including Carter.
Other than some grab ass, there wasn't any sex, but it was a fun
championship overnight.

My birthday fell on a Tuesday. My party would be at my favorite pizza
place, followed by an overnight. Not everyone coming to the party would be
at the overnight. The overnight would consist of the Wonkeys, which now
included Devon, as well as Carter. Phil and I warned Carter some of us
might end up messing around with each other, but he was cool with it. I
wished I'd gotten to know Carter better earlier in the summer.

My family birthday party was at my aunt and uncle's house the weekend
before my birthday. It included my cousins Ryan and Justin, who were ten
and seven. We had a birthday barbeque for me and for Ryan who had
turned eleven a couple of weeks before. The best part of the party was my
being able to spend the night with my cousins.

I was supposed to sleep with Ryan, which I was looking forward to. Ryan
had asked me some questions during the afternoon about masturbation. I
told him I'd answer them after we went to bed. Neither one of us doubted
that my answer would consist of physical contact. We were afraid Justin
might want to sleep with us, but Justin ended up being so tired that after his
shower he fell asleep on the living room couch while watching TV and was
carried to bed by my uncle.

I told Ryan that we'd need to sleep naked in order for me to answer his
questions about jerking off. He was cool with that and we shucked the
shorts we'd been wearing since the shower.

Ryan knew a few things about masturbation, and after I both demonstrated
my technique and helped him out with his, we jerked off side-by-side. I
offered to finish him off, just to make sure he had the process down. He
agreed to let me—he and his friends had touched each other's dicks
before, but had not masturbated.

After giving Ryan his first ever orgasm, I quickly finished myself off,
impressing my cousin by squirting over my belly and chest.

"So, that's what sperm is about?" he asked. "We learned about it in sex ed."

"It comes out thicker when you get older," I informed him.

"I can't wait until I make it." He took a scoop in his fingers and smelled it.

"Go ahead and taste it."

"No way, that's gross."

I scooped up the cum on my belly and licked it off my finger. "See? It's not
so bad."

He tried it and grinned. "Hey, it tastes weird, but not bad. I can't wait to
show my friends about jerking off. I can't believe nobody ever thought
about it."

"Now you're the experienced one."

"Thanks, Larry. You're the world's best cousin. Someday, I gotta show
Justin, too, but right now he's too young."

"Maybe."

That wasn't the last time I jerked off with Ryan. We did it together until high
school and eventually included Justin in our fun. Ryan had taught Justin the
art of masturbation when his younger brother was nine or ten. "One night, I
was just too horny not to do him," he later confessed. Justin joined us not
long after he turned eleven. I couldn't help but wonder what it would have
been like to teach my brother Austin to jack off.

A couple of days after my first jerk off session with Ryan my official birthday
arrived. I was now thirteen and, like many thirteen-year-olds, I thought I
was grown up. I was looking forward to my party and then to my trip to
California with Phil. The summer was over half gone, but it felt like it had
barely started.

Next: To Love and To Cherish.

To be continued...