Date: Mon, 07 May 2001 07:48:34 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 3 of You Can't Go Back

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			     You Can't Go Back

				  By Stan

(First, this is a true story as told to me by Dave. Dave was 12 when this
happened, so he doesn't remember all of the events, so I have to make up
some things. I will keep it as close to truth as I can. This happened
almost ten years ago, but it will be told in flashbacks and mingled in with
true events that happen to our group of young gay guys (and one old gay
guy, me). Or, things that have already happened that we are still dealing
with. I hope you enjoy this method of telling a story. I've never tried
anything like this before. If you are looking for lots of sex in the story,
better look elsewhere. This is more real life stuff. Sorry!

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			       Chapter Three

We finished quickly. That was good. It was beginning to get a little
cold. We were in fucking South Dakota, for God's sake. I wasn't sure if I
was going to like the temperatures here. It had been cold enough in
Pennsylvania in the fall and winter. Nights here in the fall were like what
we were used to in the winter. I kind of wished we could go back to
Pennsylvania. Well, like they say, `You Can't Go Back'. (Sorry, I couldn't
resist!!!)

Anyway, we were through with all our chores. Well, Bruce's chores. And we
started towards the house. Bruce talked to me about several things as we
walked. I really didn't hear any of them. All I was thinking about was
`stripping in the washroom'. It had better be right next to Bruce's
bedroom!!!

We walked in the side door, and guess what? Wash room. Right before the
kitchen, where his Mom was cooking dinner. Washer, dryer, then
kitchen. Then, living room where I could see Mitch still watching TV. How
could I have missed this before. Oh yeah, I came in the front door.

Maybe we could escape without Bruce's Mom seeing us. Right!!!! Parents seem
to have a sixth sense. Whenever you have done something you shouldn't have
and you attempt to get by them without their knowing, the sixth sense kicks
in and they know immediately.

"Bruce. Dave. You're dripping wet. What happened?" she screamed.

I was frozen immediately. Bruce just shook off the immediate danger. "Mom,
we got really dirty cleaning out the stables. You know they haven't been
cleaned out in days because of Mitch being sick. Dave didn't know what to
do to start with, and we had a few accidents. I just thought that we should
wash off before we came inside. I'll just throw all our clothes into the
washing machine and then we can both go and get a shower, OK?"

She actually got a smile on her face. I was amazed. Bruce was pretty good
at telling lies to his parents. Maybe there was more he could teach me than
farm work.

"Ok, I understand. Dave, you don't have any other clothes here, do you?"

"No Mam."

"Well, Bruce, find him something to wear for tonight until we get
everything dried. That's all I need is another load of laundry to keep up
with."

"I will, Mom. And Dave and I can finish our own laundry. I know you'll be
tired after finishing cooking dinner. Don't worry about it. We'll take care
of everything."

Now, I really was amazed. This guy was good. He knew how to do laundry,
which I sure as hell didn't, but he could use it to calm the dreaded
parental beast. I already loved him, but now, I loved him more.

"Fine. Put everything in the washer. All I want to see is naked boy butts
running up the stairs.  You get water all over my carpet, and I'll take a
brush to both of your bottoms. And you wouldn't like that, would you?" she
asked.

"No Mam," Bruce said, with a smile on his face. He had done this lots of
times.

"No Mam," I said, with a look of fear in my eyes.

"Ok, just as long as we understand each other. Dave, I like you. I want you
around here as much as you want to be. But, while you are here, you have to
go by my rules, you understand? If you and Bruce do something wrong, and I
have to discipline Bruce, you get the same treatment. It's the same for all
his friends. If I make him take down his pants and underwear for an old
fashioned bare bottomed spanking, you'll be done the same. You understand?"

What could I say? I was scared we still might get one now. I hadn't been
spanked by my parents in several years, but here, I could see me being
spanked at any time. "Yes Mam."

"Ok. I still have lots more cooking to do. Put all your clothes in the
washer. Everything. Shoes, socks, underwear, everything. Bruce, you know
how do add the detergent and softener. I'll make sure it gets dried by in
the morning."

"Mom, the dryer's empty. I already checked. Dave and I'll do it, OK? We're
the one's who got so dirty," Bruce answered. Man, was this kid good.

She got a really big smile on her face, which I thought was
good. "Fine. You take care of it, then.  I have cooking to do. Just don't
get too much water on my carpet."

She finally walked back into the kitchen and Bruce said, "Let's get
undressed. I really want a hot shower."

Bruce immediately kicked off his shoes, took off his socks, and put them in
the washer. Then, he quickly unbuckled his jeans and pulled them off. I was
just still staring at him. I hadn't started undressing.

"You're really shy, aren't you?"

"Me? No, why?" What could I say? He was right. But, I wasn't going to admit
it.

"Look, we have been showering together after PE for four days. You've seen
me naked and I've seen you. What's the big deal? My Mom or my brother
aren't going to look at you. My Dad and brother have seen me naked so much
that I don't care any more. If we are going to be best friends, I have to
get you over your shyness. At least around me."

There was that `best friends' thing again. It made me smile, and I finally
started to get undressed like Bruce. "Why do you want to be, anyway?" I
asked him.

"Want to be what? You lost me," Bruce said, as he pulled off his shirt and
put it and my shoes and socks into the washer.

"Best friends. With me."

"Why? Is something wrong with you?" Bruce asked as he pulled off his boxers
and calmly stood in front of me, totally naked.

"No," I said, as I quickly glanced down at him, then realizing that he had
to have seen me do it, blushed fiercely and looked at the floor.

Bruce just laughed out loud. "Well, if there isn't anything wrong with you
and I like you, why wouldn't I want to be best friends with you? You don't
have any kind of disease, do you? And hurry up, OK? I'm kind of getting
cold with no clothes on."

I handed him my shirt and took a deep breath, then started unbuckling my
belt. "No, I don't have any stupid disease. I was just wondering, is all,"
I answered, as I pulled off my blue jeans reluctantly. Shit! I hated
this. I would have hated undressing with Bruce looking at me in his room,
but here, out in the open was pure torture.

Bruce added my blue jeans to the pile of clothes inside the washer and
turned it on. He had already added the soap powder and softener in it's
little round ball. He turned back around and saw I was still standing there
in my wet briefs. "Give me those too and we can run up stairs before anyone
sees your little naked butt," he said, as he laughed.

Fuck me! What choice did I have? I slowly pulled them down and handed them
to him. He added them to the load, shut the door, and said, "Come on and
follow close behind."

I was completely naked in a strange house I had never been to before
today. Did he think he was going to leave me here? "Don't worry, I'm right
behind you."

We ran through the kitchen and into the hall. I was trying to look in every
way possible to see who was watching. His Mom didn't turn around, and
neither did Mitch. Maybe, we would get to his room before anyone saw us.

We got safely up the stairs and were almost to Bruce's room when the
bathroom door opened and his Dad stepped out in just his boxers. I guess he
had beaten us to the shower.

Bruce almost ran him down. He caught Bruce at the last moment and I ran
into the back of Bruce.  "Guys, slow down, OK? The bathroom's yours. At
least you won't take much time in getting undressed," he said, as he howled
in laughter. To top it off, he swatted us both on the butt as we ran past
him.

We ran into Bruce's room and he quickly shut the door. He took one look at
me and howled again.

"What's so damn funny?" I asked angrily.

"Well, you look totally panicked that my Dad might have seen you naked."

"That's not funny. He did," I almost yelled.

"So what? He started taking my brother and me skinny dipping at the pond at
the end of our property when I was six. We still go all the time when I am
helping him out on the farm and we get too hot. Sometimes we even go more
than once a day. It's no big deal. We're all guys."

"Well, It's a big deal to me. And so are the showers at school."

"You didn't have to take a shower after gym in Pennsylvania?"

"No. The first time I ever had to take a shower with anyone else was
Tuesday."

"Oh. I didn't know that. I'm sorry for kidding you about it, OK?"

"I guess so," I fumed.

"Well, at least you're getting over being naked around me."

In all the excitement over almost knocking down Bruce's Dad in the hallway,
I had forgotten about still being naked. I blushed again and said, "Can you
get me something to put on?"

"Sure, but we still have to take a shower." Bruce went over to his dresser
and got out two pair of boxer shorts. "Here. I don't have any briefs, but
these should fit you."

I quickly put them on. This was the first time I had ever had on a pair of
boxers. They felt kind of strange. They fit fine in the waist, but seemed
way too big everywhere else. I guess I was just missing the extra support
you got from briefs. Not that I needed it very much.

"You're just going to have to take them back off in a minute," Bruce said,
laughing. "Come on, let's get a shower."

Bruce just took his boxers in his hand and walked out the door. I wouldn't
have done that for any amount of money, not knowing who was in the hall. I
followed him, looking down each hallway.  Nobody. Thank God!

We walked in the bathroom and Bruce shut and locked the door. Good. I liked
the locked door part. He opened the shower and turned on the hot water to
let it heat up. It hadn't been off for very long, so it was ready in
seconds. He adjusted the controls so we wouldn't be scalded and got in.

I started to sit down on the toilet seat when he said, "Come on in, too. We
can wash each other's back. I know mine needs washing after someone put
horse shit down my shirt."

"You want both of us to take a shower at the same time?"

"Sure. Why not? We do it at school. There's room enough for both of us."

I looked him in the eye, and shrugged. Why not? I pulled down Bruce's
boxers and laid them on the back of the toilet, then stepped in the shower
with him. He faced away from me and started to wet himself down. He turned
back to facing me and wet his back and hair. Then, he stepped aside and let
me do the same.

He washed his hair first, so I followed his lead. Over the next couple of
years, I would follow his lead many more times. Whatever Bruce said was
usually fine with me.

We did wash each other's backs and I kind of liked that. I would have
eagerly washed his front, too, one spot in particular, but he didn't ask me
to do that and I sure didn't volunteer. I didn't want to go from being his
best friend one minute to him beating me up and hating me the next.

We finally finished our shower and got out and dried off. "I feel lots
better. Don't you?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm finally warm. It's kind of cold tonight."

"Yeah. I'll get some extra covers out of my closet in case we need it
tonight."

We both put on our boxers and walked across the hall to Bruce's bedroom. He
went to his closet and got us both a pair of sweat pants and matching top
then handed me an old pair of his shoes and a fresh pair of socks. "Will
these be Ok?" he asked.

"Sure. Anything will be Ok with me, as long as I can wear clothes in your
house again."

He thought this was hilarious, and had to sit down on the bed while he
recovered. "Man, I've got a lot of work to do with you, don't I?"

"What do you mean?"

"To get you over your shyness."

I thought about that for a second or two, and then said, "Yeah, I guess you
do." He laughed again, and I laughed with him. We were becoming closer
friends, and I was glad. Maybe we would end up best friends.

Supper was great. Both Bruce's Dad and Mom talked to me like I had been
coming over forever.  Even Mitch said a few things to me. Not many, but a
few. He mostly just ate in silence. Even when his parents asked him
something, he gave very short answers. I knew he must be great to live with
every day.

We watched TV for a little while after we had finished and I even talked
Bruce into doing our math homework. He was kind of confused on several
things, and we had to go back several chapters to make sure he understood
some basic concepts so we could work our way back to where we were. Once
you are confused about one part of math, if you don't make sure you
understand that, even if it takes a little bit longer to do, you tend to
just get more confused, which was where Bruce was now.

Before we knew it, Bruce's Mom was knocking on the door. "Come in," Bruce
said.

"I can't believe it. You boys are still doing homework on a Friday night?"
she asked, smiling.

"You know how I told you I was totally lost on the math we were doing right
now?  Well, Dave has explained it to me, and it's lots clearer now. I
really think I am starting to understand it," Bruce said, as he beamed at
both of us, looking from one to the other.

"Bruce, that's wonderful. Dave, thanks so much for helping him. He has been
getting really depressed about his math grade."

I blushed kind of hard, which made Bruce start to giggle. "Uh, well, uh,
Bruce is helping me learn about working on a farm and if I can help him
too, uh, I guess it's only fair," I stammered.

Bruce's Mom laughed hard at that statement. So did Bruce.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, helping Bruce clean out the stables and the chicken coop didn't
exactly teach you very much, I'm afraid," she laughed.

I laughed at that. "Well, it did teach me one thing. It taught me that I
don't like doing it."

We all laughed at that. "Well, I'll tell you a little secret. Bruce doesn't
like doing it, either. When he first told me that he had asked you to help
him, I started to tell him to do it himself, that it was his job. But when
I saw how eager you were to help him and learn, I just said to myself to
leave you two alone. And I'm really glad you two are getting along as well
as you are. Maybe I won't have to beat you two after all."

"I sure hope not," I said without thinking. Bruce cracked up, then his Mom,
and then me.

"Mom, Dave needs a couple of light swats just to see what it's like. Only
give him a couple, but make sure and pull his sweats and boxers down first,
OK? He really likes that," Bruce said.

I looked at him with a look of hatred on my face, mixed with a little bit
of fear.

She knew that Bruce was kidding and laughed with him. I didn't laugh this
time, but Bruce was rolling on his bed, laughing at my expression. "I
thought that it was taking you two a little too long to get undressed over
there while I was cooking. Dave, it's Ok to be modest. With my husband and
two sons running around the house nude or almost nude for so many years,
none of us think anything about it. But to others, it must be very
strange."

"Undressing completely naked in the washroom and then running up the stairs
and almost knocking down Bruce's Dad was more than a little strange," I
answered honestly.

This time, Bruce laughed so hard that I thought he was going to lose his
breath. When he finally recovered, he said, "Mom, you should have seen
it. We ran into Dad at full speed and when we got into my room, Dave was
white as a sheet."

"It isn't funny, Bruce," I answered loudly.

"Dave, he's just teasing you. Bruce doesn't do that unless he really likes
someone," she said.

I looked over at Bruce, who was still grinning hugely at me. "What does he
do to someone he doesn't like?"

They both laughed at that comment, and I finally joined them. I was
beginning to like Bruce's Mom.

"Look, I like you, OK?" Bruce said, as he got up and walked over to me and
put his arm around me. "I told you we were going to be best friends, didn't
I? I can kid you, but no one else can, or they have to deal with me, too."

I looked at him for a few seconds, and then said, "Ok, fine. I guess I'll
just have to get used to your kidding. And I may start kidding you back."

"That's the spirit, Dave. Don't let Bruce get to you. Give it back as much
as you get and I think you'll both get along lots better. Anyway, I'm tired
and I'm going to bed. I was going to tell you boys to go to bed, too, but
if you still want to finish up with math, you have my permission. Good
night, boys," she said, as she walked over to Bruce and hugged and kissed
him good night. She looked at me, smiled, then hugged me to her and also
kissed my cheek. Bruce and I were both smiling at her as she walked out the
door. She paused at the door, smiled back, and said, "Don't stay up too
late." Then, she closed the door and was gone.

Bruce turned to me and said, "She's great, isn't she?"

"Yeah. I really like her."

"She likes you, too. You know Eric? He and I were best friends for several
years, but then we got into a fight and haven't been the same since. She
liked Eric, but I don't think I ever saw her hug and kiss him once. And he
stayed overnight here lots of times. I know she really likes you. So do
I. Let's get undressed, Ok?"

"I still don't understand why you wanted to be best friend with me," I
answered shyly, as I started to take off Bruce's clothes..

"You really want to know?" Bruce asked, grinning.

I looked up at him and said, "Yeah."

"Ok. It's lots of little things. You're really smart. I like that. We can
battle each other in class. It should make both of us better", he answered,
as he pulled off his sweat shirt and pants.

"Not in math class," I answered. I remembered what his Mom had just
said. Give it back to him some. I took off my sweat pants and hit him in
the head with them.

"Oh, one day over here and you're already getting a smart mouth, are you?
See, I like that, too," Bruce answered, as we both laughed.

"Hey, I learn fast," I answered, as I also threw my sweat top at him.

He caught it and said, "The second thing is how shy you are. I saw how
scared you were during your first shower, and I wanted to walk over and
tell you not to be afraid, that everyone was going to be your friend. I
didn't, though."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Well, I just thought that going over naked to another naked boy that I
really didn't know and saying that in front of all the other guys was a bad
idea," Bruce answered, and burst out into laughter once again. I did the
same.

"Anyway, the third thing is that you are new here, and being new in our
town is really tough. I remembered one kid who moved here with his
family. None of them really fit in, no one would have anything to do with
them, and they packed up and left after about six months. I felt bad
afterwards that I hadn't tried to make friends with him, but no one else
did, so I didn't either. I wasn't going to make that mistake twice."

I was smiling at him now. "Is that all?"

"No. One more thing."

"What?"

"Well, you were a city boy. I didn't know how stupid city boys were, and I
wanted to find out. I figured if I could trick a city boy into doing half
of my work, even if I didn't like him, I would be way ahead," Bruce
answered, laughing his head off as he collapsed on his bed.

"Oh, stupid city boy, am I?" I asked, as I pounced on top of Bruce, pinning
him to the bed. He fought back and I had to lay on top of him to finally
get him pinned down. My extra weight helped, for once. I wasn't sure how
hard Bruce was fighting back, but I was determined to win this time.

My legs were apart, straddling his, which were together. But, all we had on
was boxers and socks.  Lots of naked flesh touching. I stared down into his
eyes, and he stared back. Our heads were very close together.

I had to say something. What, I had no idea, but I was beginning to get
hard, and that wasn't something I wanted to explain right now. I rolled off
of him and said, "I guess I won that round."  Ok, I know, lame.

"I guess you did," Bruce answered, staring at me. Very lame for him. What's
up with that?

"You want to finish our math homework tonight, or in the morning?" I asked.

"I'm kind of tired. Let's do it in the morning when we're fresh", he
answered.

He got up and cut on the lamp on his night stand and then walked over and
cut out the overhead light. He kept his back to me the whole time. He was
now acting as shy as I had been doing. I was confused.

He got into bed and pulled the covers up quickly, then said, "You can have
this side, OK?"

"Fine with me," I answered, as I walked around the bed and got in on the
other side. It was a regular sized bed, so we were close together. Legs and
feet were touching. Fine with me, but Bruce kind of moved away to avoid
contact. He reached over and cut out the light, then said, "Night."

"Good Night."

To be continued.

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