Diamond Dreams

Welcome back to Diamond Dreams. Remember to be safe. Please give to Nifty. Remember that all of this is fiction—which means it never happened.

In this chapter, Kraig and Hunter's father wander into dangerous territory. Noah has a rough Christmas. Marty gets hit on by Dallas. And of course where there is Marty, there is sure to be a Hurricane ready to stir things up.

Douglas. thehakaanen@hotmail.com

CHAPTER 43 JUNIOR YEAR: RELATIONSHIPS-2

<Sunday, December 1 to Monday, January 3>

-Tuesday 12/6

Eric and Scott were walking to lunch together when Tama caught up with them. "Hi, Scott, hi, Eric," she said in greeting.

"Hey, Tama," Eric said. "Are you going to sit with Scott at lunch?"

"No, I'm going to sit with you. Look for me at one of the window tables." She snuck a quick, forbidden by school rules, peck on Scott's cheek and headed for the lunchroom.

"What was that about?" Eric asked.

"I have no clue."

"Can she still be a bitch?" Eric asked.

"She has her moments, but she's trying. I mean she's really changed a lot."

"You said you guys haven't been naked since you got back together?"

"Nope, but we do make out sometimes. Just kissing and the like, maybe a quick feel...you know, reaching inside our clothes kind of feel. We're doing like we said, acting like we just started our relationship. And you know what?"

"What?"

"It's working out pretty good."

"But you would go all the way if you could?"

"Some day. I like how this is going. And me, Carl, and Danny have formed the `straight boys getting each other off' gang, which works pretty good, too."

As they walked into the lunchroom, Eric thought about telling Scott he lived a house away if he needed help with blue balls, but before he could say anything Noah came up to them. Eric always wondered if there was some kind of karma at work at that moment—something that kept him from saying something he might have regretted later.

Eric told Noah that Tama wanted to talk to him. The two boyfriends usually brought lunches from home and that day wasn't an exception. Eric bought a carton of chocolate milk and found Tama. Noah and Scott sat with Danny, Carl, Hunter, and the twins. Lars was absent with a cold that day.

Eric and Tama started eating, exchanging small talk, until Eric asked Tama what this meeting was all about. "It's taken me awhile, but I've worked up the courage to do this today."

"Do what, have lunch with me? I don't see how that takes courage."

"No, I want to apologize for how I treated you."

"You've never treated me like anything. You've pretty much ignored my existence."

"You know what I mean. You know how I treated you by the way I told Scott how to treat you. How I treated you by being a controlling bitch."

"Damn, Scott's right. You really are reforming."

"I've apologized to Danny and Hunter already. But you were the important one."

Eric wondered if Tama was in some kind of program for recovering bitches like Marty was for recovering alcoholics. She was sure sounding like him. "Scott and I were going to break up anyway. We were twelve and clueless. I thought what I had was going to last forever, and I think he was just a horny friend who thought he was different than he was."

"You're still friends, right?"

"Maybe better friends than ever, but we're not lovers. I have Noah now, and believe me, Noah is all a guy could ever want. So in the end things ended up like they probably were supposed to, but there was a lot of hurt involved for me and especially for Noah."

"You know, I always thought you were cute. I still do. I had a crush on you when you enrolled back in sixth grade."

"Scott told me a lot of girls did. And it ended up I didn't care because I had my own boy crushes to deal with."

"Do you forgive me for what I did?"

"Yes, I do. But I'm going to leave you with this thought." Eric gave Tama his most intense stare, making her wonder what that thought might be. "If you ever intentionally hurt Scott, you'll be dealing with me. And this gay boy can put your bitchiness to shame if he wants to."

Tama looked directly into Eric's eyes. "Understood," she said.

Saturday 12/10

Kraig was spending the night at Hunter's house. They had spent the evening playing pool with Hunter's father, who was a very good pool player. Hunter was a good player as well, especially since his father had been giving him lessons. Kraig's good hand-eye coordination allowed him to keep up with Hunter's dad. But Allen Hawkins won more often than not, because of his experience and his athletic ability.

The two sixteen year olds headed up to Hunter's room a little after ten. They took care of their nightly business and crawled under the covers of Hunter's bed. They kissed some and cuddled some and Kraig watched Hunter yawn a lot. He knew Hunter had gotten up early to help his dad at the store, and that was after having played in most of a basketball game the night before. Kraig wasn't at all surprised when Hunter literally fell asleep in his arms.

Kraig quietly left the bed and pulled on his black silk briefs. He'd had a boner ever since Hunter's father gave him his usual neck and back massage earlier. Kissing and cuddling naked with Hunter hadn't helped his situation.

When he got his massage, he'd been dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, which were a lot more than he usually wore during one of the massages. For whatever reason, Allen's massages turned him on, and he knew they turned Hunter's father on as well. Usually they turned Hunter on from just watching the two of them. The massage that night was much tamer than usual. Two previous massages had actually led to him shooting his spunk, although one of the two times happened seconds after Allen left Hunter's bedroom.

The massage had been in the recreation room. Since Hunter's mother was around, Kraig's clothes remained on and the sexual overtones were minimal. Kraig was certain he was able to hear some noise from downstairs. Since he wasn't ready to sleep, he thought he'd go down to investigate. He was almost out of the room when he realized that Hunter's mother might be downstairs, so he quickly found his t-shirt in the dark and pulled it on. Since it covered up most of his underpants, he felt safe.

When he got downstairs, he saw Allen Hawkins watching a delayed football broadcast on ESPN. Allen was sitting in his big overstuffed recliner wearing a robe over a pair of striped pajama pants.

"Well, hello Kraig. What's the matter, couldn't sleep?"

"Hunter was tired and crashed right away and I wasn't ready to sleep yet."

"Feel free to sit and watch the replay of a lame college bowl game."

Kraig sat on the couch, stretching his body and adjusting things so that his t-shirt edged up, revealing all of his black briefs and a bit of his belly. He saw that Hunter's dad had taken notice. Kraig knew he was flirting with a grown man, the father of his boyfriend, but he didn't care. He thought he must have the same gene for it that Kevin had. He was hard and his briefs did nothing to hide the fact.

"I was hoping maybe we could finish that massage," Kraig said. "We really didn't go deep with it since I had my shirt on and all."

Allen Hawkins dropped the footrest on the recliner and stood up. He grabbed a leather ottoman and pulled it over to the edge of the couch. "I think we can make that work. We have to keep those muscles loose for baseball."

Neither Kevin nor Kraig played school basketball, although each of them was on a recreation team at the community center. The games were played on Saturdays at the school gyms, but the season wasn't going to start until after the first of the year.

"You mean for basketball, right?" Kraig asked.

"No, I meant baseball. I know you're on a rec team, but baseball is what it's all about in this town right now." He gestured to Kraig to sit on the ottoman. Allen slid in behind him, sitting on the couch. "The Mustangs had a decent football team. Our basketball team is a bit better than average, but the community has caught your state tournament fever. The goal you boys set way back in middle school hasn't been a secret." Kraig grunted thinking of the extra pressure that would put on the team.

"Lift up your arms so we can do this massage right this time." Kraig did so, feeling a thrill ripple through his body as Mr. Hawkins lifted his t-shirt up and over his arms and head.

"Where's Mrs. H?" Kraig asked.

"She's zonked out for the night,"

Allan started to work on Kraig's neck and shoulders. He was very cognizant of the throbbing boner straining inside of Kraig's tight briefs and of the dark spot becoming visible even on the black fabric. He was also aware of his own erection as he kneaded the teen's well- toned upper body. He pushed himself against Kraig's back. Kraig could feel the man's steel rod pushing against the fabric of his bathrobe and pajamas.

"I'll be right back," Allen said in a raspy voice. He went into the bathroom that was off of the big recreation room and returned with a bath towel, which he laid across the couch.

"Lie face down on the couch," Allen said in a raspy voice. Kraig got up from the ottoman, his boner pushing the waistband of his briefs out from his beautifully formed waist. Allen took off his bathrobe and his pajama top; he was now bare from the waist up. Kraig admired his muscular chest, covered with a light sprinkling of hair. Allen worked out almost every day keeping himself in shape.

Kraig lay on the couch, his muscular ass showing perfectly through the tight briefs. Allen returned to massaging the teen's neck and upper back, his hands moving down lower and lower until they were just above Kraig's waistband. He bypassed the boy's ass and went to work on his still smooth legs, covered my only the barest hint of hairs. Kraig knew Kevin's legs were hairier and often wondered why his twin brother was always maturing faster then he was.

He loved the feel of the man's big hands. Unlike his twin brother, he didn't have an overwhelming desire to be seduced by a man. But for whatever reason, the massages of Hunter's father had made him horny through the years. He knew Kevin had his man-friend, Sherm, and that they had occasional sex together. He wondered what sex with Allen Hawkins would be like. He could make out the man's erection tenting out his pajamas and knew he wanted it and that this could be the night he could find out if Allen did, too.

Allen massaged Kraig's calves and then worked up to the backs of his thighs. His hands went to where Kraig was hoping they would go as his fingers manipulated the twin orbs of his teen ass. Kraig moaned lightly and humped the couch a couple of times before he realized what he was doing. Allen's hands reached the teen's crack without actually entering it. Kraig's body shivered from the sexual excitement roaring through it.

It was then that he took the initiative. Lifting himself slightly off of the couch, he placed his hands inside the waistband of the briefs, and pulled them down. Allen saw what Kraig was trying to do. His rational mind told him that the massage stopped there. But his lust at the moment caused him to take over for the sixteen year old, pulling the briefs down Kraig's legs and over his feet. The boy now lay naked before him, his body slender and lithe--the sculpted body of a teenage athlete.

Kraig moaned again as Allen's hands now manipulated his bare ass, this time finding their way into the cleft between the muscular orbs. "That feels so good," Kraig whispered, encouraging Hunter's father to continue his ministrations. He loved the feel of the man's large hands and strong fingers on his bare ass. He wanted so badly to reach over and place his hand around the obviously large boner that had tented Allen's pajamas. Kraig felt one hand leave his ass and heard a light snapping noise. He turned his head and saw Allen's pajamas bottoms fall to the floor, revealing a thick, eight inch man tool. Kraig moaned at the sight of it, instantly understanding why his twin was attracted to older men.

The sixteen year old rolled over onto his back, revealing his own six inch teen erection which was leaking copious amounts of precum. He pushed up his hips to make his boner look as inviting as he could; he wanted Allen to wrap his fist around it, to wrap his lips around it. He wanted Hunter's father to touch him in a sexual way as the massage had obviously gone far beyond a massage—it had gone to the place both of them subconsciously knew it would one day end up. Kraig moaned at the thought of the touch of those large hands on his throbbing penis.

Kraig reached for Allen's cock, wrapping his hand around it, then felt the man's hands wrap around his own boner. They started to manipulate each other's erections. Allen was leaking precum and Kraig wanted to lick it off. He raised his head and flicked his tongue across the man's penis. Kraig wrapped his lips around the head of the biggest erection he had ever seen.

But Allen gently lifted Kraig away. "No, not this, not now," he whispered as he started to furiously masturbate himself. Kraig took his own turgid member into his hand and followed suit. He knew he had gone as far as Allen was going to let him go. The two were now jerking themselves off with the final goal in mind—the sex, if there was ever to be sex, would wait until some other time.

Allen came first, with a long baritone moan and then a drawn out, "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck," as he shot rope after rope of thick man cum over Kraig's smooth, hairless torso. He coated the boy who had turned him on so often for so many years.

Kraig didn't know it was possible for someone's balls to hold as much cum as was being shot over his body. The feel of the hot man jism hitting him set him off and he fired off his own ropes of cum as shot after shot of teen cum mixed with the man seed already covering him.

Both of them were spent from their masturbation session. Allen sat on the edge of the couch at Kraig's feet, breathing hard, coming down from his sexual high as Kraig's breath came in deep pants. Kraig started rubbing his chest and belly, mixing his cum with that of Hunter's father, coating his torso with the thick white spunk.

"Are you okay with this?" Allen finally asked.

"Yeah, I'm cool. That was intense. I wanted you to jerk me off. Hell, I wanted to suck you off. I still do."

"I wanted it badly, but I couldn't. I'm sorry, I know how turned on you were. If you and Hunter weren't boyfriends, maybe I could have. But I couldn't do that to my son—I couldn't be the one to encourage you to cheat on him."

"It wouldn't have been cheating. Hunter knows we both were getting turned on by the massages. He knows I had a couple of orgasms from them. We've talked about this a lot. He knows I've wanted this."

"A couple? I only remember one."

Kraig gave him a teen smirk and got off of the couch. He stood in front of his boyfriend's father and kissed him on the lips. Kraig was pleased when Allen accepted the kiss and the two were soon pushing their tongues into each other's mouths, their arms wrapped around each other, the cum on Kraig's torso sticking to Allen's body. Allen groped Kraig's junk, amazed that the boy was already fully hard again. Kraig felt Allen's balls and hardening cock. Allen knew if he didn't stop now that this time he was going to go as far as he could with the teen, so he reluctantly broke the kiss.

Kraig sighed and picked up his underpants and t-shirt and started out of the room, avoiding the temptation to grope Hunter's father again while at the same time Hunter's father avoided the temptation to grope his son's boyfriend. But he couldn't help but admire Kraig's gorgeous teen ass, which he saw as the punctuation mark of the smooth, beautifully sculpted body of a sixteen year old athlete.

Kraig stopped, smiled again, and bade Allen Hawkins goodnight.

"Goodnight, Kraig," Allen said. He allowed his naked body to recline back in his chair, wondering what the hell he had done and what would happen when Hunter found out about the little tryst on the recreation room couch. There was no doubt in his mind that his son would find out.

Kraig snuck quietly into Hunter's dark bedroom, the front of his torso still sticky with cum. He thought about going to the bathroom to clean it off, then decided to crawl into bed next to his lover. He could wash it off in the morning after it dried.

"Did you and dad have fun?" Hunter asked.

"Are you awake?" Kraig asked.

"No, I'm just talking to you in my sleep." He sniffed at the air. "You smell like cum. Did you and dad have sex?"

"Um...not exactly," Kraig said nervously.

"What does `not exactly' mean?"

"It means he massaged me, we got turned on like we always do, and I had his cock in my mouth..."

"You...had...dad's...cock...in...your...mouth?" Hunter interrupted incredulously.

"Yeah, it looked so inviting, all covered with precum and it's the biggest cock I've ever seen. I just got the head of it in my mouth when your dad lifted me off of it, saying `not now.'"

"That's not too surprising that you got dad's cock in your mouth! Wish I'd seen that!" Hunter exclaimed. After a brief pause while he mulled over that news, he asked, "Then what did you guys do?"

"We ended up jerking off in front of each other, and he came over me and I came over me and I still have it all on me."

"You didn't clean it off?"

"I tried to but it seems to be glued to me,"

"Touché."

Kraig faced Hunter in the dark room, his nose inches away from Hunter. "Are you mad at me?"

"The way those massages were going, we both knew it was going to happen some time."

"You didn't answer my question."

There was a long, dark silence until Hunter said, "I'm not mad. You said you guys didn't exactly have sex." Then he started to quietly giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Thinking of my dad jerking off like some kid; I just can't imagine him cumming. I can kind of imagine him with a boner, since I've seen his bulge during some of the massages." More silence. "How big is he?"

"He's huge. It's all of eight inches. I don't think I'd want that monster up my butt."

"Did you want to touch it or suck it?"

"Both."

"Why didn't you suck it?"

"Like I said, I got some of his dick in my mouth, but he stopped me. He said it wouldn't be right for him to seduce his son's boyfriend."

Kraig's statement was followed by more silence. "Then I'm okay with it all. I don't know how I would have felt if you'd gone farther, but I'm pretty sure it would have been cool," Hunter told him.

"Tell your dad that," Kraig said. "I think he feels real bad about it all."

Hunter put his hand on Kraig's sticky chest. "Wow, feels like you guys made a lot of jism."

The next morning at breakfast, Allen Hawkins looked a little guilty. Kraig and Hunter made no reference to the night before as they eagerly ate the French toast breakfast cooked up by Hunter's mother. The two teens were both dressed in t-shirts and lounge pants. While Allen had grown used to the boys walking around the house in their underwear from their middle school days, Hunter's mother preferred they wore more around her, not that they always did. But when they ate they usually wore more than underpants with or without a t-shirt.

Allen and the boys helped clean the kitchen as Hunter's mother left to go to work at the Champion Sporting Goods Centralia store. Allen stayed behind because he had an appointment with Coach Fitzgerald to talk about a baseball order for the school. After they finished with the kitchen, Kraig said he was going to shower, leaving Hunter alone with his father.

"I know what you and Kraig did last night," Hunter said.

His father nodded a bit sadly and said. "I suppose you're pretty angry with me."

Hunter smiled, knowing he had his father over a barrel. A few years ago he would have taken full advantage of his superior position. "Actually, I'm not. Kraig told me exactly what happened. I said I guess it was okay, that I'm glad you guys didn't go farther."

"You guess it was okay? It sounds as if you're not sure."

"Oh, I'm sure dad. But like me getting caught by Lars's dad when I was giving Kraig a blow job, I kind of caught you jerking off with my boyfriend. I mean mom could have caught both of you. You really should get a room next time," Hunter said, echoing what his father had said back when Hunter was in the eighth grade. He felt good to see his father smile for the first time that morning.

"Touché."

Then Hunter smiled and asked, "Are you really eight inches?"

"It was the last time I measured it...and that was when I was seventeen."

Hunter shook his head, whispered to himself, "Wow, I'd love to see that monster," and left to join Kraig.

After Hunter's father left the main house for his office in the garage, Hunter jumped Kraig's bones. "All of this shit got me really horny. I gotta fuck your ass," he told Kraig breathlessly. That is exactly what happened, as the two had one of their sexual wrestling matches and Hunter fucked Kraig into total ecstasy.

<Thursday, December 22>

[NOAH]

Everything is just fucked. Forgive my French, but that is the way I feel. Friday we got out of school early for Winter Break for those of you who are politically correct, and Christmas Break for those of you who know what this whole business is all about.

Last night, I felt really, really great and walked home with the love of my life, Eric. We ate one of his mother's great meals and then went to the basketball game. We got there at halftime of the JV game. They won 49-44. We then watched Hunter score 23 points as the Varsity won their game 77-58.

When we got back to Eric's house, we had a nice session in his bed. I was the bottom, if you need to know, and he took care of my teenage needs with the right mix of aggression and love. I sometimes think to myself that if he is this good of a lover at sixteen what is he going to be like as an experienced adult?

But, yesterday morning I woke up in what mom calls one of my "moods" and Eric calls my problem with my demon. Whatever it is, I didn't want to be around anybody. I got out of bed without waking anybody up. I saw that the time was just after seven. I wrote Eric a note, got dressed and started out of the bedroom. At that moment, he woke up.

"Where are you going?" he asked me. He sounded only half awake.

"Home. I don't feel well."

"The demon got you again?"

"Don't call it my demon. I hate it when you call it my demon. I just don't feel well. Can't a guy just not feel well?"

"Can I help you this time?"

"Shut up. Nobody can help me." I left in a hurry, feeling bad in every way a guy could feel bad. I knew I was being bitchy and I knew I was treating somebody I loved like shit. I'd done it before and I'd probably do it again. I knew he couldn't help me, so I don't know why he keeps asking. I also knew that when I calmed down I would call him and apologize and he would forgive me. But, I was also afraid that someday I would do this too often or carry it too far and then he may never forgive me. That thought really scared me.

When I got home, I spent the whole day being mean to everybody. Eric called after the dinner I didn't eat and asked how I was and if he could help. I told him if he could ever help me, he'd be the first to know.

I know I sound like I'm crazy, but I'm not. I don't have a demon that talks to me in voices. Some things just set me off and remind me how much to blame I was for the death of Bobby. I get reminded that if I had been in my own bed instead of messing around with my sister in her bed, where I had no business being, I would have remembered to remind Bobby to put on his helmet and that would have changed everything. I play the "what-if" game over and over.

Nobody knows I am to blame for what happened. Not my mom, not Dr. No-Spine, not my siblings, and not Eric. I told Maggie McGowan more than anybody, but now I don't go visiting her if I'm even close to being in one of my moods.

And even that is no guarantee. Back in October, I visited her on a Saturday with Nicky and Jeff. They were both getting into riding horses and the McGowans were wonderful to them, just like they had been to me and to Bobby. It was a beautiful early fall day and the temperature was over 70; Indian summer. I was reminded about one of the last things Bobby and I ever did together, which was to go horseback riding on the McGowan farm.

The three of us dismounted at the big rock by the creek that went though the farm. We knew what we were going to do. We sat on the rock and took off our clothes and jerked off. Nicky was twelve and starting to shoot clear stuff. Jeff was eleven and still dry, but he loved jerking off with Nicky, as well as with me, when I joined them. Nicky came first, I blew my wad right after him, and Jeff's dry cum was a couple of minutes later. Jeff had stopped jerking off for a moment to lick the jism off of Nicky right after we came. We had a nice little jerk off session. If the water had been warmer we would have skinny dipped.

Anyway, on the ride home I felt the mood hit me. I started obsessing on Bobby and what the farm and the McGowans mean to him and how he was riding his bike to the farm on the day of his accident. When we got back to the farm, my mood was horrible, and Nicky knew it. He offered to take care of my horse. I worked up the energy to thank him, and went into the McGowan's house.

When Maggie McGowan asked me what was wrong, I said, "Nothing." It's the all purpose teen answer. She knew better, but she didn't push things. I knew I hadn't fooled her about what the problem was. After all, I had almost told her about the demon not long after the accident. John McGowan drove us home, and I didn't visit there again until early this month.

Today sucks because I am on my second day of feeling shitty. Today sucks because it is snowing and I can't ride my bike to the cemetery. Sometimes it helps for me to be there. Today sucks, because it's two days before Christmas and I don't want Christmas. Today sucks because it just sucks.

<Monday, December 26>

[NOAH]

I just wanted to say Christmas ended up being fine. Christmas Eve was kind of glum, but I got my presents wrapped. Mom and dad gave me my space, although mom mentioned something about seeing Dr. No-Spine after Christmas. I wanted to tell her that her idea was fucked, but I knew that would totally earn me a visit to the mind quack.

I was very thankful that when I woke up Christmas Day I felt normal. Not that my knowledge of my complicity in Bobby's death ever really left me, but on normal days it didn't control me. I figured it was Christmas that set off the fucking "demon", since it was usually set off by events like that. I had been afraid I wouldn't make it though the day without screaming. A couple of times on Christmas Eve I wondered if I could get away with raiding dad's liquor cabinet. But things ended up being okay, at least for now.

Eric called and wished me a Merry Christmas. The boy never gives up, and I love him for that. I wished him one back and apologized for acting up again. He accepted it and said he loved me.

I even had an orgasm that evening. Nicky's got the art of the blow job down pretty well for a twelve year old.

<Sunday, January 1>

[MARTY]

I woke up with Rich's arm across me. He was so fucking cute to look at that I couldn't stand it. Even with his hair a mess from sleep, he was still the cutest fucking male in the senior class. And the good news was he was all mine. We were naked, of course, and we'd had sex right in this bed last night after we watched the New Year come in with Rich's parents and Mikey and Drew.

Mikey and Drew had more to drink last night than just champagne. I don't know where they got it, but they were closeted in Mikey's room until just before midnight when they came staggering down in their underwear. There was no doubt they were wasted. Mike and Drew were fourteen and freshmen and knew where the parties were, and it looked like they knew where to get the booze.

Rich figured his dad was happy Mikey was getting drunk at home instead of at some party. I was hoping he didn't end up with the same problem I have. The two frosh wanted to have sex with us. I guess they made out with each other while they got drunk in Mikey's room. Like I said, all they had on when they came down for the New Year to start was their underpants.

Anyway, before they came to Rich's room, they grabbed a bottle of JD from Mikey's room and brought it into Rich's room. Rich tried to get them to take it back. They each took a big swig and giggled and sat on the floor and giggled and drank some more. They said they wanted to be fucked by us. Well, it never happened as they both passed out before anything could happen. I was very uncomfortable being around two drunk boys—very uncomfortable. I was worried about Mikey.

Two things happened New Year's morning. First, I was congratulated on having four years of sobriety. January first was my sobriety birthday. On the other side of the scale, Mikey and Drew both woke up sicker than shit. While Rich and I ate a great waffle and ham breakfast, those two spent the morning puking their guts out. I know they spent part of it having a chat with Mikey's dad, too.

I went home for New Year's dinner. By home, I mean my real home, not the dump where my male sperm donor lives. Dinner meant ham again, a big juicy roast ham with potatoes and carrots and yams. Dessert was a banana cream pie. It was great.

I talked a little bit with Mr. B about Mikey and Drew. I said I was more concerned about Mikey since I knew him better. Mr. B asked me how often Mikey drank. I said maybe a couple of times a month, if that, but when he drank it wasn't half way. He said he thought it was more adolescent experimentation, but that his parents should monitor him carefully, not that we could do anything about that.

We also talked about Dallas, who had called me before dinner. Dallas was a freshman, too. He called to let me know he'd gone all the way through Christmas and New Year's without having a drink or a drug, the first time that had happened since he was eight. He had been drunk ever New Year's Eve from age nine to thirteen.

Dallas had been sober since June and was going to collect his six month chip at the January birthday meeting. He was going to the Mayfield meeting regularly, the only teen there. Milton, aka The Schnoz, who was his sponsor, made sure Dallas received the respect he deserved at the meetings. Mrs. Katz, who had been Dallas's fourth grade teacher, looked out for him, too. I didn't go to the Mayfield meeting much. I liked going to Centralia with Mr. B or to the Olympia Young People's meeting better.

But I did go to the Mayfield meeting when Dallas collected his one, two, and three month chips. And I was there when he got that precious six month chip a couple of days ago. I remember how proud I had been of mine and how I came close to drinking it away in spite of that pride.

The Schnoz walked over to me after that meeting and looked up. "God damn you're a big son-of-a-bitch," he said with a smile. "Thanks for sending young Dallas my way and for helping watch after him."

"No. It's more me thanking you for taking him under your wing."

"Are you guys talking about me?" Dallas asked as he escaped from the hug of Mrs. Katz.

"We are," The Schnoz told him. "We were saying how great it was how you helped to keep the two of us sober for the last six months."

"You did it for me, not me for you."

"It looks like the boy still has some things to learn, doesn't he Marty?"

"In order to keep it, we gotta give it away," I said, repeating the adage I'd heard so often.

Suddenly Dallas wrapped his arms around as much of Milton's corpulent figure as he could and sobbed into his belly. "Thank you," he said between sobs. Then he hugged me and got my shirt wet as he said, "I love you both." Then again, maybe the boy had learned exactly what he was supposed to learn up to now.

Even though Milton was Dallas's sponsor, I sponsored him, too. He called me his junior sponsor. Dallas was fourteen, but he looked twelve. He was a cute boy with curly brown hair that was always unruly. We met twice during the school break.

"I ain't gonna drink," he announced proudly as he sat next to me on the couch in my apartment during one of those meetings a couple of days ago.

"You ain't gonna drink when?" I asked him

"Today. And I gotta include tomorrow morning after midnight."

"Where are you going to be at midnight?"

"At Mrs. Quat's house. " That was his way of referring to Mr. Katz. "She's having a potluck, and I got invited. Me, who was in her class and gave her nothing but shit. Can you believe it. Everybody there's gonna be a sober drunk. You should come, it will be fun."

"I already promised Rich I'd spend New Year's with him."

"Bummer."

"You should have asked me sooner. Are you going to be okay with a bunch of old farts?"

"She told me her grandsons will be there, They're not drunks or nothing, but their mom and dad both are and they'll be there. They're fourteen and eleven, so it will be cool. The Quat says they're nice."

"I bet you'll have fun." We talked some about some of the shit in the book he was studying with Milton. He asked me some questions about it. He seemed to be really serious about being sober.

"Did I tell you I was drunk in the Quat's class a couple of times."

"In the fourth grade?"

"You said you was drinking in fourth grade."

"But not at school. I didn't do that until a few times in seventh grade."

"So, I got a head start on you."

I laughed and ruffled his hair, which he even kept clean now. I was really getting to like Dallas.

"Marty, I wish you could fuck me," he said suddenly.

"Where did that idea come from?"

"I always wanted you to fuck me, even back when I was, like, ten and eleven and saw you at Rocky's house."

"Well, you know I can't do that. I mean you're still early in your sobriety, if nothing else."

"Do you think I'm cute?"

"Yep, I do."

"But you still won't fuck me?"

"Nope."

"I want a big dick in me. I hated Rocky and them, but I liked their big dicks. I liked Randy, though. He let me be drunk and stoned all the time and didn't make me do sex shit with him, but I did it because I liked it. Rocky and them wanted to rape me, and that is the total shits when that happens."

I thought about my two unwanted sex partners, but what I went though was nothing like what Dallas experienced.

"You think maybe someday you can?"

"Don't future trip, boy."

Dallas giggled and said I was right, but that he still thought I was sexy and couldn't do anything about him thinking that.

"Milton is a pervert, you know," Dallas said.

"I figured as much. Has he ever touched you?"

"Nope, and he never will. He's not like that. He just likes to look at boys, but he knows it's look, don't touch."

"Has he told you that?"

"No, but I've stayed at his house a couple of times when there was, like, a booze party at mine." Dallas had stayed with Mrs. Katz and with me a couple of times as well. Like I said, he's trying to be serious about being sober. "He's seen me naked after I've showered. He don't go looking for me naked, I go out and walk by him naked, just to tease him."

"Dallas!"

"I know, I shouldn't do it. But I know he gave me a sexy stare. Then he told me to get my clothes on. I think he got a boner. I know he gets them at school. He gets them sometimes when we meet in his little cubby. Like I said, look, but don't touch. But, I don't give a shit. I mean so what if he likes to look at boys, he's the world's greatest sponsor and when he says he loves me he means it, but not like he loves me for sex."

Dallas and I chatted some more. The little fucker had gotten me all boned up by the time he finally left.

When Dallas called me on New Year's Day to tell me he'd been sober, he also told me that "the Quat's" fourteen year old grandson was very, very cute. He added that the grandson knew what to do in bed and that his "itch" was gone. Sex was one thing I didn't expect to have happen at the house of his old fourth grade teacher, but I was happy for him. I think me and Dallas have a lot in common.

After New Year's dinner, we watched some football; we being me, Mr. B, Jeffrey, and Sammy. It was a really nice evening. I so loved being part of this family.

Around nine, I went across the patio to my apartment. I was gonna call Rich to find out how Mikey was doing and then read some. Being around peeps like Eric, Noah, Mr. Robinson from school, Mr. B, and hell, even Jeffrey, has really got me into reading. I loved chewing up books, now, and I don't mean with my teeth.

After talking with Rich, I found out that Mikey was still hung-over, not to mention in some hot water with their dad. I wondered how well Mikey and Dallas knew each other. I'm talking about more than just being in the same class at school.

I got my book out. I was reading a book called "The Brothers K" that was pretty good. It was how baseball influenced this family in the 1960s, but it wasn't about baseball.

I got about fifteen minutes reading in when I heard the door open. I knew exactly who it was without looking, and I was right.

"Hey, Jeffrey, how's it hanging?"

"Sheesh, Marty, you know mine never hangs," the little eleven year old said. All he was wearing was flip flops, a zippered hoodie, and a pair of white briefs. As soon as he got the hoodie off, I could see that he was without a doubt not hanging. I could see that something was pushing those briefs right out.

It didn't take long for him to lose the briefs and I was quickly naked as well. With little fanfare, we started making out on my bed. By making out I mean Frenching, and licking nipples, and feeling up balls and cocks, and fingers in asses. At almost eleven and a half, Jeffrey is not the same kid I played around with four years ago. He was now a horny tween who loved having sex and had no problem taking the lead.

"When are you going to fuck me?" Jeffrey asked. Damn, what was it with all these kids wanting me, the big senior, to fuck them all of a sudden. Over the last three days, Dallas, Mikey, and Jeffrey have all asked for my cock up their little butts. Mikey probably would have gotten it if he hadn't been plastered.

"I keep telling you, don't even think about it until you're at least thirteen."

"And you'll be away at college then. Big fucking deal."

"Jeffrey, watch the language."

"You cussed at me when I was seven. It scorched Teddy's ears."

"I only cussed during orgasms. And aren't you scorching Teddy's ears now? Think about poor Mortimer, too."

"You had sex with Mortimer. You told me you got cum all over him. So don't tell me that he's got a problem with cussing. But I'll be careful around Teddy; he's a very sensitive bear."

"That is very thoughtful of you." My right hand was stroking his thin little two inch boner as well as rubbing his tiny, smooth ball sac.

"You didn't answer my question. And before you do answer it, you said I could think about fucking when I was twelve. That isn't very far away, so you better be thinking about it, too."

"It was thirteen."

"Twelve." Jeffrey gave my balls a squeeze.

"Ouch! Okay, okay, asking me when you're twelve is fine, as long as you don't ask me once until then."

"I won't ask you again until spring break. By then I'll need to remind you or you'll think you said thirteen instead of twelve, again."

"If you squeeze my balls one more time, you're not even getting a blow job tonight."

The little imp gave me that grin I've loved since he was seven. "Sorry about that. Let's have sex."

Before I knew it he was hanging over me, his mouth wrapped around my close to seven inch tool, his little balls and boner hanging over my mouth. They didn't hang for long as we went into the sixty-nine position. I found a way to suck his balls, then his cock, and a bit of both as he licked and sucked and rubbed and grunted and moaned and thrust his little rod so that his hairless pubis was up against my chin, and it was all so sexy. I truly did love my "little brother" and not just for the sex. He was one of the brightest, most bubbly people I knew.

I was close, and I pushed him out of my mouth so I could talk. "I'm gonna blow J.J. You want it in your mouth or on you?"

He let go of my cock and said, "I haven't had you shoot in my mouth in forfuckingever. Oops, sorry Teddy." He went right back down on me. Within a minute I was firing wad after wad of cum through my cock as my eighteen year old body shook with a very intense orgasm. I almost had to be careful not to bite Jeffrey's dick off while I shot into his mouth.

Jeffrey swallowed every drop. We adjusted ourselves so he was on his side and I was down sucking his sweet hairless tween penis. It didn't take him long to have a bed shaking dry cum. The little imp could really have some powerful orgasms, let me tell you.

After recovering we kissed and petted some, then got up to do what we needed to do before crashing. Jeffrey had his own toothbrush here at the apartment since he spent so much time sleeping here.

"Sammy sleeps a lot with me now," Jeffrey said.

"Naked?"

"It's the only way to sleep." I wondered what Jeffrey's mother thought about Sammy no longer wanting pajamas.

"Do you have sex with him?

"He jerks me off sometimes. And we suck each other sometimes. And a lot of times he's not in the mood. I guess that's having sex."

"Is he any good at sucking?"

"He's getting better. He's taught a girl to suck him and he licked her pussy. They were naked at her house. She was older though, like almost ten. He says he likes sucking me better than licking her."

I had to chuckle at that. Sammy was only eight and had eaten pussy already. "Is Sammy going to be a horn dog?" I asked.

"Not like me. I am the biggest eleven year old horn dog at Mayfield Middle School. Besides, I think he already likes girls too much.

"Oh, the poor boy."

"You're way better to suck than Sammy is," Jeffrey said. "I've loved your cream since I was little. You should let Sammy suck you so he can taste it. I mean here he is eight years old and he's never tasted cum. I was seven the first time I tasted yours."

"You didn't suck me until you were almost ten, you know."

"Okay, then let him jerk you off and eat it off of you."

"How about letting his first taste of cum be yours when you do one of your first wet ones in his mouth."

Jeffrey grinned. "I think that can be arranged." His thin little naked body cuddled up to me tightly. "It's different when Sammy sucks me. He's just not good at it. Not enough tongue action."

"You'll teach him."

"When I don't sleep naked with you, I sleep naked with him. Or sleep naked with Nicky. And a couple of times with Nicky and Noah. I hardly ever sleep alone. I love sleeping naked with guys."

"I just plain love you," I told him.

"Do you love me enough to change your mind and fuck me?"

"Jeffrey!"

He gave me a sweet innocent look. He kissed me on the lips and looked across the room. "Good night, Teddy. Good night, Mortimer," he yelled out. Then he cuddled tighter, kissed me again, and whispered in his sweet boy voice, "Good night, Marty, I love you.'

Next: Junior Year: Reaching the Dream