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As the sun crept down, we ate a small dinner and sat on the cot nearest the stove. The flickering light of the fire was the only illumination the cabin had. There were two kerosene lamps, but we saw no need for them, we could see fine.
I was snuggled between Dwayne and Ronnie, our backs against the chilly, wooden wall. We were still discussing me; my life, my feelings, my aspirations. It made me feel as special as they had called me. They really cared about me (Ronnie seemed more interested than Dwayne, but they were both listening).
Finally, when the fire had the place warm and cozy, Dwayne stood up and started peeling off clothes. Ronnie gave me a quick hug and did the same. I watched them closely, sitting forward on the cot.
Neither was hard yet, but Ronnie hung lower. He had less hair on his rock-hard body than Dwayne and his dick looked bigger, too. Longer and perhaps thicker. We'd see about that soon enough.
I got up, pushing them both back down on the cot, and backed up to where they could get a good view. When I started taking off my own clothes, Dwayne almost immediately started stroking himself to rigidity. It made me feel so wanted and sexy. I did my best inexperienced, little strip for them, being sure to turn around when I dropped my underwear so that they could see what was being offered them.
Dwayne hummed. Ronnie whispered, "Damn."
I did a twirl. I shook my ass. I wanted them to want me more than anyone else on the planet. Stepping over to my rucksack, I got out my tube, looking at it and telling them, "Not much left."
"Don't worry," Dwayne told me. "We're covered."
Good. He had thought to replenish the supply.
I set my tube on the floor near the cot and knelt down between them, taking each pecker in my hands.
Oh, yeah. Ronnie was bigger.
But, Dwayne had been the first of them to "introduce" me, so I went down on him first.
There and then, I felt the Little Buddy taking complete control of me. I was a little slut for them. I was theirs, period.
And they did not disappoint.
I switched off, not allowing either one to come too soon. I wanted to treat them as special as they had treated me so far. I wanted to please them completely.
I wanted them to love me.
Dwayne lost it first, moaning, "I'm coming. I'm coming." It gave me time to get his dick in my mouth for the delivery. When he was done, I was able to concentrate on Ronnie, who lasted a while longer, and who exploded with more force giving me more to swallow.
That began the weekend.
Dwayne was gentler with me than he had been in the back of his car. Ronnie was as tender as Carl had been.
They took me in turns, at first. Dwayne then Ronnie. When one was resting, the other saw to me. Dwayne sucked me off while I was sucking Ronnie. I sucked Dwayne while Ronnie thrust into me from behind. I rode them one after the other. We switched places again.
Over and over, all around the cabin. On one cot, on the other cot, on the floor in front of the stove, back on a cot. We pulled one cot away from the wall, Dwayne kneeling on the floor on one side and Ronnie on the other and I took them in each end, one in the mouth and one up the ass. They would switch off (cleaning themselves off with one of a dozen towels that we had each brought along) and come back for more.
By the end of the night, I was burning and sore, but totally satisfied.
Try as we might, there was simply not enough room on the cot for Dwayne and I, so with a final kiss goodnight, I crawled into Ronnie's sleeping bag and snuggled up to him. He closed his arms around me, gave me a sweet kiss, and we settled into sleep.
I woke up in the warm, strong arms of my newest grown-up friend. He opened his eyes at almost the same moment. We smiled at each other and kissed each other. I felt his morning boner against my thigh. He felt mine against his hip.
He chuckled. "Let's get something to eat before we start all that," he whispered.
I nodded but ground against him again as I gave him another kiss. When I zipped open the sleeping bag and sat up, however, I leaned down and gave his stiff pecker a morning kiss, too.
Ronnie chuckled again.
I went into the latrine room to piss and when I returned, I saw that Dwayne was awake as well. The day was just beginning and time was all ours.
It was warm enough in the cabin that I didn't need to get fully dressed. I felt like they were constantly watching me as I ran around in my underwear. Several times, one or the other would sit me on their lap and kiss me deeply and lovingly.
Outside, the sun warmed the world up. It was the first weekend of October, but it was warm and sunny.
I wanted to go for a hike in the sunny woods.
Dwayne said that he'd get lunch together if Ronnie wanted to take me.
He said he would.
We put on suitable clothing, slipped on our shoes, and went out into the beautiful day.
There were trails that led in several directions. I let Ronnie pick the trail we followed and walked along beside him. For a while he would walk with his arm around my shoulders then release me to run ahead joyously breathing in the fresh scented air.
We were in the middle of nowhere (or so it felt), alone with only nature's beauty around us. He took a seat on a mossy rock where we could watch the glistening flow of the creek that fed the lake off to our left. I sat down beside him, leaning against his warmth. He wrapped an arm around me and hugged me to him.
The Little Buddy came out. I looked around for a second. There was no one. I stood up and stepped around in front of him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him lightly. When he hugged me, I whispered in his ear, "Let's do it right here."
"What?" he asked in surprise.
I grinned in devilish joy. "Right here," I repeated. "I wanna feel like we're the only people in the world. Just you and me. Let's do it right here."
He looked at me like I was nuts, but I only smiled and rubbed my chest against his.
He grinned at me, took a look around, and pulled me into a deep, wonderful kiss.
"Out here in nature, huh?" he asked me.
I nodded with enthusiasm.
Shaking his head, he told me again, "You're something special, Kid."
But, he wasn't saying, No.
I kissed him again, a little more intently. He kissed back.
There on that rock, he let me take his pants down, suck him hard, and ride him to orgasm. I was still "open" enough that he was able to enter me with only spit as lube. He kissed me and held me and fucked me out in the glorious embrace of nature.
I used my underwear to clean us off, tossing them into the bushes, and we walked back hand in hand.
Dwayne either didn't notice our afterglow, or didn't care.
We ate lunch, took a short nap, and started the evening's festivities.
For another wonderful night, I was given their love both physically and emotionally. When we weren't going after each other with ribald lust, we would snuggle and kiss and hug. But, my favorite was when they were letting me service their hard pricks or were driving their peckers into my waiting and willing ass.
By the time we were curling up to go to sleep, I was numb from them. My insides were sore from the pounding they had taken, but I felt so wonderful I couldn't care less. I cuddled up with Ronnie and fell asleep, as happy as I could remember.
In the morning, knowing we had only a couple hours, I dove into Ronnie's sleeping bag and got after that morning wood of his. I wasn't taking No for an answer. I didn't quit until he gave me a mouthful of "breakfast".
I waited until Dwayne had gone in and taken a piss then gave him the same Good Morning. We had eggs and bacon for breakfast and had finished cleaning the cabin up when we heard voices outside.
They were far enough away that none of us worried that they had overheard anything, but it ended my hopes for one more round with them.
"Don't worry," Ronnie told me, in a conspiratorial whisper. "We've got the place next weekend too. I've got another little friend I'll bring."
Once again, the other kid cancelled at the last minute. I not only didn't care, I was happy to hear it. More love for me and me alone.
It was the same as the week before. There was love and flesh and tender kisses and hot sex. I was getting more and more into it as time went on.
On that second Saturday night, I told them to do it harder. Harder, it's okay. By the end of the night, they each took a turn with me on the cot in my favorite position. Legs back, ass up, them on top, and me getting absolutely pounded into the squeaking shaking cot. Dwayne was good, but finished fairly quickly.
Ronnie? Ronnie took his time. As hard as he was driving down at me, he took forever. I lost myself in his attention. The cot was bouncing on the floor of the cabin from the force of his thrusts and I was grunting in ecstasy.
I came with explosive release just as he did.
By that Sunday morning, we were too tired to try another round.
And my folks thought everything was just fine. I was happier and more helpful around the apartment. I was getting good grades and not getting into fights.
Oh, yeah. They thought Dwayne was a good influence on me.
I thought so too. He was giving the Little Buddy somewhere to release his wanton lust.
They were both busy with the Scout Troop's camp-out the next weekend, so I had to sit alone and miss them.
Ronnie had promised me something, though.
It was quickly getting too cold for camping, but they had a friend that ran a Troubled Boys' Program out of his home. Every other weekend he would have "special parties". The weekend of the twenty-second was one of those. While the alternate weekends were for the boys in the Program, these parties were for "special boys like you".
I could hardly wait.
The two weeks dragged by, but before I knew it, it was Friday. I was packed and ready. I didn't even bother going home. I told my folks that Dwayne would pick me up at school and took my rucksack with me.
My Mom had asked me if I was sure I wanted to go. The Program, Dwayne had told her was attached to a church. I had been given the choice as soon as I had turned eleven whether or not I wanted to continue going to church. I had chosen not to. They had let me read enough that I had questions that the church couldn't answer without falling back on the bullshit cop-out that "you just have to believe." She warned me that the weekend might be "preachy".
I assured her that I would be fine. (Yeah, Ma. I might be on my knees, but it won't be to pray)
Running from the school building, I saw Dwayne's station wagon in the far lot. We had to wait for the busses to pull out, but we were on our way quickly. I waited until we were on the four-lane highway to lean over and give him a kiss, sitting against him for the rest of the ride.
We went out to the upper-class suburbs, where huge houses sat on massive lots. I had been through there a time or two with Dad, when we went to one of those big flea markets.
He told me I was going to have fun (which I was just as certain of) and drove into one of the subdivisions. At the rear of the neighborhood, he pulled down a long driveway that could have been another street. Further and further away from the road we went until we came to a simply huge house on an immense stretch of land. It was only an eight-acre spread, but to me, it was like a town unto itself.
There was a barn in back and wooden fences separating horseshoe pits and picnic areas and a basketball court. There were volleyball courts and even a putting green. The back of the house was surrounded by a high privacy fence that undoubtedly contained a pool.
I wished it had been warmer.
We parked at the end of the driveway in a large circle of pavement. You could have fit ten cars in it, but there were only four. One, I recognized was Ronnie's Toyota.
"Ready?" Dwayne asked.
I nodded with a grin, grabbed my rucksack and followed him up to the gate in the privacy fence. Inside, I discovered there was not only a large swimming pool, but a smaller one, set up on a raised platform, with steam rising from it. I had never heard of a personal hot-tub before.
This guy, I thought. Must be richer than hell.
The basement of the house was visible through twin sets of sliding glass doors. It was a finished den, with several couches, thick, shag carpet, and reclining easy chairs. I could see two bean bag chairs in the corner (the 70's, remember?). There were already two boys around my age on the floor, playing a board game.
As Dwayne slid the door open and led me in, I saw Ronnie in one recliner and another man about the same age in the other.
We were welcomed in and told to "take a load off". I was shown to a long back room with bunks lining each wall. They were more like wood-frame boxes, suspended on two-by-four legs with a mattress on them. They called it the Bunkroom. I was later told that that was where the boys in the Program slept while they were here. I set my sack down on one bunk and returned to the den.
On the lowermost step, as I came back in, was the man that owned the house. In his early fifties, he was built like he worked out, solid defined muscles, a broad, developed chest, and strong legs. His close cropped hair was peppered with gray. Since he stood there shirtless, wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms, I could see that the hair on his chest was equally whitened.
He was a work of magnificence.
Dwayne introduced me to everyone. The man in the easy chair was "Nick", nice-looking, mid-thirties, wavy, brown hair, and a small belly, not as rotund as Dwayne. The boys were "Stevie", who was eleven, and "Robbie", just turned thirteen.
The handsome work of art was "Ernie".
He smiled at me so warmly that I almost ran to him for a hug, but I only smiled back, blushing at his notice of me.
The grown-ups went upstairs, saying they'd be back down shortly.
I sat on the floor with the boys, watching the game with almost as much disinterest as Robbie was playing it. I asked them about themselves.
Stevie was from the far side of town. His parents were divorced and his father had taken off for parts unknown. He had been coming to the Program for almost a year, but was now one of the "special cases".
Robbie didn't want to talk much at all. He did tell me that he hadn't seen his father in years and that his mother insisted that he come to the Program "for his own good". He was hoping any day to be sent to his grandmother's to live.
But, he wouldn't say much more.
When I pressed him, he sat up and asked, in a whisper, "Do you know why we're here?"
I thought a second. "Yeah."
"No, I mean, do you know what they're gonna come down here and do to us?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
He looked at me like I was an idiot. "I don't think you do."
"They're gonna fuck us."
This time, when he looked at me, it was as if I were a lunatic. "Yeah."
I simply nodded. Stevie didn't even look up.
Robbie shook his head. "Don't you hate that?"
"No," I told him honestly. "I love it."
He was in shock. He rolled over, turning his back on the game and the two of us, and laid down on his stomach.
I took over at the game, playing with Stevie until we heard footsteps coming down. Dwayne, Ronnie, and Nick had changed their clothes. They were now dressed much like Ernie, with pajama bottoms and no shirt.
Ernie smiled that warm smile of his and said, "Let's watch a movie, okay?"
He opened a long closet at one end of the room, revealing a huge (for the 1970's) TV. Beside it, on the same cabinet was what looked like a large tape recorder. I had never heard of a VCR either (the world would come to know them very well in the next few years), but there one was. He chose "Dr. No", the old James Bond flick. He dimmed the lights until the only real light came from the large TV screen.
As fascinated as I was with the device, I was more fascinated by the man. He passed close by me on his way to the sofa at the rear of the room, smiling down at me as he did.
We put the game away and watched the movie, which I had already seen. Stevie got up and went to the easy chair, sliding in beside Nick. I looked over my shoulder.
Ronnie was in the other easy chair. Dwayne and Ernie shared the small sofa (the Love Seat, snicker-snicker). Leaving Robbie alone on the floor, I hopped up and squeezed between Dwayne and the work of manly art. Dwayne slipped an arm around me. While I would have preferred it be Ernie, I snuggled up against him anyway.
As the film played on, I felt Dwayne rubbing my side and rested my arm on his leg. I began to wonder if any of the men were wearing underwear beneath the pajamas. Running my hand up his leg, I allowed my elbow to brush his crotch.
Nope. No drawers. That was a good sign.
He gave me a squeeze.
The film wound down. Bond defeated the bad guy's plan and saved the world from extortion and certain devastation.
Ernie rose and turned the machine off, bringing the lights up about half way.
He offered us something to drink, which I accepted hoping I'd need it to rinse out my mouth with.
While he was gone, Dwayne whispered to me, "D'you like these boys?"
I shrugged, pointing to Stevie and nodding.
"Good."
Ernie gave us each a bottle of Coke and sat back down next to me.
Robbie sat up and took a drink, but his head was hanging.
With a sigh, Ernie announced, "If you boys wanna get comfortable, you can."
I hopped up and went to the door of the bunkroom. I stood there, in full view of everyone, and stripped down to my underwear, tossing my clothes onto the bunk from there. Coming back in, I noticed that Stevie was grinning. I stopped and reached out for his hands.
He took mine with a smile and I stood him up. Starting by giving him a tight hug, I pulled his tee shirt up over his head. He raised his arms to accommodate.
He was wearing multi-colored jeans that snapped at the waist. Getting them open was only a question of giving a tug at the snap. He giggled.
Nick leaned over a little to watch. Looking around, I saw that all four of the men were doing the same.
They wanted a show. Okay.
Looking at Robbie, I realized that he was going to resist doing it with us. He didn't seem to like the set-up. Stevie didn't seem to mind so much.
I pulled the smaller boy into the center of the room and dropped to my knees. He giggled again. Unzipping his pants, I pulled them down and he stepped out of them.
When I stood back up, he grinned shyly at me. He was so cute I couldn't help myself. I threw my arms around him and hugged him. He answered my hug with his own. I looked at him, only a few inches shorter than me and gave him a kiss.
I heard Robbie sigh and looked over my shoulder at him. "C'mon," I said. "Get your clothes off."
He looked up at me like he wanted to rip my head off. I didn't care. The little cutie in my arms was making me feel horny. I wanted to get started.
Dancing Stevie backwards a few steps, I got us into the very center of the room and slowly dropped to my knees again. Starting at his neck, I kissed down his body, making sure to get both nipples, and worked my way to the waistband of his underwear.
Dwayne sat forward on the love seat. Ernie crossed his legs. Ronnie turned to get a clear view. I didn't see what Nick did. I had reached the elastic waistband. Pulling it slowly down, I kissed the exposed flesh and continued down. His little pecker was already stiff and pointing at the ceiling. I put my kisses along beside it, touching my lips to his soft flesh, and letting it rub my face. When I reached the place where both prick and balls were attached, he shivered.
To heck with it, I figured. I went for it.
Running my tongue under them, I started sucking and licking his smooth balls. He trembled and gasped, but he didn't ask me to stop. Taking his stiffness in my mouth, I started sucking his dick. It reminded me of the first time I sucked Derek's, though even his had been a little bigger. I didn't care. I heard Dwayne sigh. The show was on, and it was working. Taking each of Stevie's hips in my hands, I pulled him toward me and away until he started pumping on his own.
He stood there, fucking my face while the rest of the room watched. A sigh off to my left, and the sound of someone standing up almost made me look around, but there was a dick to take care of.
Stevie's legs wobbled, so I laid him down and sucked him on the floor.
The sounds were Robbie. He had stripped down to his boxers (he was the only kid I'd ever seen that wore boxers) and had lowered himself again, sitting his butt on the back of his feet. He was watching with more interest than he had shown all night.
Nick got down on the floor next to Stevie, stroking his hair back and planting soft kisses on his forehead.
I just went on with what I was doing.
Stevie started wiggling his legs and said, "I'm gonna pee."
Nick quickly explained that he wasn't going to pee, he was going to come, and to let it happen. It was thin and almost tasteless, but I drank up every drop anyway. I had received his very first load.
"Didn't that feel good?" Nick asked him.
He grinned, red-faced and nodded. I smiled at him and kissed his little dick again.
I was a little surprised, when I rolled over, to find that Robbie was sitting there naked and hard. Looking at me.
Well, okay.
"You don't have to," he said quietly as I crawled over to him.
"I know."
Robbie was bigger than Jason, but not yet as big as Eddie. I liked it fine.
At the urging of the men, the three of us gave them a show. For nearly an hour, we wrestled around on the floor. I sucked them both, Stevie sucked mine, and eventually, they both fucked me (I officially got both of Stevie's first loads). Robbie was rough and fierce, which actually made me happy. It reminded me of the way Johnny got.
But, it wasn't the boys I wanted.
During one of our rest periods, I crawled over to the love seat and tugged at Dwayne's pajama bottoms.
That got the ball rolling. The men got naked with us.
Nick picked Stevie up and carried him back to the recliner. Ernie got down on the floor with Robbie. Ronnie turned and watched me going down on Dwayne, knowing that he was probably next.
Four men, three boys.
While Robbie quietly protested and Stevie tried to learn, I went from one to the other. After finishing and swallowing Dwayne, I went to Ronnie. When I had finished with him, I went to Nick, giving Stevie instruction on how to get the right mixture of suction and hand movement.
At last, I turned to Ernie, who had been slowly, tenderly sucking Robbie off.
His member was as beautiful as the man himself. It was longer and thicker than any of the others. He kept the hair around its base trimmed, but even there I could see white blended perfectly with the brown. It was only half stiff, but I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I crawled over to him and took it in my hand, gently stroking it to full size.
He gave up on Robbie and rolled over on his back, lifting himself up on his elbows, and watched me greedily love on his tool.
I could barely get my mouth around it enough to suck it properly, but I was determined to try. The wonderful aroma of his body, touched lightly with the lingering scent of Old Spice made me light-headed. Of course, it may also have been the fact that I was sucking the dick of the most physically beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on.
He was in no hurry. Try as I might, I couldn't get him to shoot off quickly. It was both a magnificent change, and a little annoying. Was I not doing well? Was I not good enough?
After what seemed like forever in the heaven of his pecker in my mouth, he asked, "You really want it, don't you?"
I didn't remove his size from my mouth, but hummed an affirmative response.
Leaning back, he said, "Okay, then. Go ahead."
He closed his eyes and relaxed. I was working feverishly, stroking with both hands and sucking the tip with every bob of my head. The dribbles of pre-cum were delicious. His pecker began throbbing. I was actually grunting with the effort of milking that sweet treat from him.
And finally, he tensed up and gave it to me.
Huge streams of thick, salty fluid erupted into my mouth. I didn't waste a single drop. I swallowed quickly and prepared for the next blast, still stroking his thick, wonderful cock. When he finally finished, and I had worked every bit out of him, he sighed and lifted his head.
He gave me another of his warm smiles. I smiled back, joyfully licking the underside of him and licking every drop of my own spit off, just to be sure I hadn't missed some of his sweet seed.
The night only got hotter from there, for me at least.
Stevie tried to suck them off like I had shown him, but gagged on the first burst from Dwayne. I explained how to block the shot with his tongue to keep it from hitting the back of his throat, and he did better with Nick.
Robbie did fine, but showed no real enthusiasm.
I hopped from man to man, taking his member and working a wad out of it before moving on to the next.
Ernie brought out a large tube of slick lube and what looked to me like large, tapered magic markers. (I had never heard of a "vibrator" or "dildo" either)
"Do you know what this is for?" Ernie asked me kindly.
I nodded, turning my butt toward him. "You wanna clean out the poop."
He chuckled warmly. "Okay, sure."
Once again, Robbie was complaining. Stevie was scared.
When the younger boy whimpered in pain, I sat up and said, "Guys?" With the attention of everyone in the room, I announced, indicating Robbie and Stevie, "He doesn't like it and it hurts him. Why don't you leave them alone and use me?"
Staring at me in surprise, they looked at each other.
Ernie lay down beside me, smoothing my hair back and giving me that gloriously warm smile. "You're that worried about them?"
Nodding, I told him, in a close intimate voice, "It shouldn't hurt and you shouldn't force `em. It doesn't hurt me and I like it."
My God, he smiled at me like I was someone special. And then, he kissed me. Did he know how much I had wanted him to kiss me? Gently and with sweet, tender affection, the beautiful man kissed me.
"You heard him, fellas," he announced. "Let's leave the others alone. They can watch and learn, or just do what they've been doing. This special little guy's eager to play."
And I was. Oh, how I was.
We pulled out one of the bean bag chairs and I bent over it, presenting my butt to them. They used the toys, starting with the smallest and working me open with increasing sizes and lengths. Then they took me.
Ronnie first. Gentle and slow. Dwayne afterward, a little rougher and with more force. Nick was both. He started slow, but quickly built up to a hard, fervent thrusting.
Then Ernie. He had watched my face, occasionally kissing me with loving tenderness while the others fucked me. His smile was as resplendent as the sun on a spring morning.
When it was his turn, he put a kiss on my lips, my shoulder, my side, the small of my back, and finally on each butt cheek.
And then I felt it. It was like he was trying to shove a grapefruit up my ass, but I pushed back against him and the head popped in. His bulk spread me open, deeper and deeper, past the straightened bend and in further. Further and deeper than anyone had reached before. I thought it was going to keep going until it came out my belly button, but it stopped. He had slid himself in slowly and gently and had buried himself entirely inside me.
I was in heaven.
Nothing had ever filled my insides so much. It was so warm and thick, so long and powerful.
He started moving. I moved against him. In a rhythm that one would have thought was practiced repeatedly over time, Ernie and I became a single being. He lay on top of me, wrapping his strong arms around me from behind, and slowly, tenderly, gently loved me.
I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that he made love to me for more than an hour. He was tireless and strong, virile and healthy. I felt him reaching into my body and soul at the same time. I almost cried with the beauty of it. He kissed me constantly, on the cheek, on the neck, and if I turned my head enough, deeply and hungrily on the mouth.
I was moaning and humming in pleasure. I reached around his head and held one deep kiss as long as I could. His touch, his scent, his kiss, his length, his girth, everything was absolutely blissful. I never wanted it to stop.
I had an explosive orgasm, but he was only getting started. He kept going, in and out, in and out. His tempo increased after a long time. I whispered, "Yes." It made him chuckle and speed up more.
There on that bean bag chair, with him laying on my back and his massive cock buried up my ass, I fell completely in love with Ernie.
It was the most amazing experience of my young life.
His moans became more heavy, his thrusts more pronounced and forceful. At the end, he was drawing himself out to the point of nearly popping out and slamming his entire length back in, making me grunt and groan with happy lust. I came again, even harder. It was tremendous.
When he finally gave me the product of his loins, I felt the warmth and moist delivery deep inside me. He pounded each spasm into me, grunting with the jolt of electricity that ran through the both of us.
And the party was over for the night.
We boys went into the bathroom in the bunkroom and cleaned up. Stevie giggled when I washed him, but Robbie kept pushing me away (at least until I got on my knees for another blowjob. He seemed to like that).
The men had cleaned up as well, when we came out. They were back in their pajama bottoms, obviously naked beneath, and sitting around the den.
Robbie flopped back on the floor. Stevie accepted the offer of Nick's lap. I found myself between Dwayne and my Beautiful Ernie on the love seat again, getting sweet kisses from them both.
Bedtime came. I got to kiss each of the men Goodnight and followed Robbie and Stevie into the bunkroom.
We chose three bunks close together, me in between the two of them.
As we heard the men going upstairs, Robbie rolled over and said, "Thanks, man."
"For what?"
"If you weren't here, they'd have made us do that."
I shrugged. "I don't know why you don't like it."
"Are you kiddin'?"
"No. I love them doing that."
He looked at me a moment longer before saying, "You're a weirdo." He turned away and curled up to go to sleep.
I rolled over to Stevie, who was staring at me as well. When I grinned at him, he grinned back and hopped out of his bed to join me. I cuddled him, spooning his warm, little body against mine, and we drifted to sleep.
It was only Friday. I couldn't wait for what the next day would bring.
To be continued...