Now I Know I Am Not Alone

This is the last part. As I said earlier, details for these stories were taken from a journal that I kept as everything unfolded between Memorial Day 2000 and July 2002. Although time, places, and events have been compressed, the entire story is true, although names etc. have been changed for obvious reasons. If you have any questions or comments about any of the stories or would just like to talk, email me at dimiandjoey@mail.com. While I am in Greece, I will be checking my email regularly. I hope to write an epilogue when Joey and I return in September.

Part IV

Now I Know I am Not Alone

"Dark Descent"

I had gotten up early because I knew that the airport would be crowded. It is always that way at Tampa International. I took Costas' Blazer to pick up Joey, and I should have been real excited but part of me was nervous and scared. At first, I wandered around the concourse for a while to kill time but eventually decided to go airside. As I sat at the airside gate, I glanced at the arrival board. Yes, Flight 813 from Athens was on time. While I sat there, something caught my eye on an empty seat over in the corner. I walked over and picked it up. It was a book, "Dark Descent: the Evolution of Horror" edited by David G. Hartwell. There was a card inside saying anyone could take it but the person who left it asked that whoever took it eventually pass it on to someone else to read. I had always enjoyed reading stuff by Stehpen King so I decided to keep the book and read it.

As I thumbed through it, I kept thinking about what would I say to Joey. What would he say to me? Would it still be the same between us? I started to look through the book's table of contents, but stopped and stared out the glass wall in front of my chair, I started thinking about all the things that had happened in the eight months Joey had been away. I was delighted that he was coming home earlier than his parents so he could begin school here. They would be back the second week in September. Until then, Joey would be staying at my house, sleeping in my bedroom. Mama had put a folding bed in my room for him. I had so much to tell him. Of course, I was driving now, but that goes without saying. I would be in line for a full scholarship to USF when I graduate at the end of next year. I had not gotten any taller or put on any weight, but I had started drinking a little, but all teens do that. I still did not have to shave, and I had only a very little bit of blonde hair on my calves. Other than that I was still smooth all over.

"I wonder what Joey is going to look like?" I mused as my mind wandered.

Papa had sold the Eleuthera and bought a bigger boat for his business. I knew every inch of her by heart after crewing for the entire summer. Even Theo worked too. That way papa did not have to pay two additional crewmembers, and that was good. Poor Theo was heartbroken over Eamon. He had broken up with him because Eamon wanted more and more kinky and painful things. Theo called it quits when when Theo was sucking him when he cumed, Eamon pushed his jaw closed so tight that Theo actually broke the skin on his dick and drew blood. That really scared him. But Theo met another kid his age, Anesti, down on the docks and they have become real friendly. Although he has not said anything, I think they are doing it because he sleeps over often, sometimes three nights a week. Theo has his own secret door in his closet that lets him get to the stuff in the attic and my tube of KY there is almost empty. When I do the wash, Theo's sheet has lot of yellow stains on it - more stains than one kid could make!

Let's see, I had left so much out of my letters to Joey. What else? Costas finally got Aldo into the States; now the two of them are in Greece for a year because he took a job teaching at a school in Crete. He had given me the key and alarm code to his house in Venice and told me that I could use his touring kayaks and that I should keep both his Blazer and kayaks at my house and use them whenever I wanted. Costas had gotten me interested in kayaking to get my mind off of Joey. He also knew that when Joey returned, the kayaks and numerous campgrounds in the keys would give us the chance to be alone together. If all else failed, I could always take Joey to Costas' house because nonbody knew I had the key, but that would be a very long drive. My mind always rambles when I get excited, but I eventually settled down and began to read.

I paused in my reading of Stephen King's "The Monkey," looked up from the book, and the 747 was just pulling up to the gate. I jumped from my seat in excitement and ran to the roped area to wait. I never realized how many people a 747 could hold, they just kept coming and coming. Then I saw someone who looked vaguely familiar. Shit, had Joey changed! He was darkly tanned and was over six feet tall and skinny, weighing about one hundred and forty pounds. What really threw me was his hair and the way he was dressed. His hair was bleached surfer blonde, a little long with a tiny ponytail at the base. He had on a shell necklace around his neck, earphones, and matrix-style sunglasses. He was wearing a very loose, coarse-knit pullover with a hood like the hippies used to wear, and real large, bright yellow shorts, and thong sandals. His once smooth legs now had a light cover of brown hair. He also had a knit pouch around his neck. I found out later he carried his passport in it. Shit, had he changed!

"Hey, Dimi dude, wazzup?" He said in a melodic way as he shook his head in time with his words and pointed at me with his pinky.

I guess anyone would have noticed the shock on my face. I wasn't expecting such a dramatic change. I was expecting a thin, milk-white skinned, dark-haired Joey, maybe a little older. After all, eight months is not that much time to be away. I moved toward him with my arms out to hug him, but he just responded by reaching out for a handshake. Instantly I thought, "It's over. We'll never make love again. He has found someone else. He has turned straight!" These thoughts drove through my head like a rife shots.

The ride home was just as disturbing. All Joey talked about was his friends on the soccer team at the school with whom he hung out seven days a week, partying, surfing, and listening to rap music. I told him about Theo, Eamon and Anesti, about Costas and Aldo, and about having the use of Costas' kayaks, Blazer and house, about the new fishing boat, about the scholarship to USF. His response to anything I said was "way cool, dude" or words to that effect as he listened to a rap CD that he had put in the truck's player. This was not the Joey I knew and loved. He had become someone else. I had lost him for sure.

Dinner that night was really strange. Everyone tried to make conversation but Joey just did not seem to respond to any topics. When Papa came into the kitchen, I saw him raise his eyebrow with a look of disapproval. He, too, did not like the look of the new Joey. After dinner, we watched TV for a little while and then Joey said he was tired from the long flight and wanted to go to sleep, but insisted on emailing his friends in Greece first.

When we got to my room, I was dejected. Joey had said nothing as we walked up the two flights of stairs. He sat down at the computer, turned it on, and began writing his emails. I went to my secret room, took the bottle of ouzo, took a few swigs and then sat on the edge of the bed and did not say a word. Joey sat there twitching to the lyrics of some rap song as he typed. I stood up, took off my clothes and climbed into bed wearing only my underpants and just closed my eyes as I felt the tears building up. Soon the typing and humming stopped, and I heard him walking around and then his bed squeaked as he sat down on it. I pretended to be asleep even though the light was still on.

"Entaxi?" I heard him say as I felt the light touch of his hand on my stomach.

I opened my eyes and he was leaning over me, smiling. I sat up in bed right away. He stood there in his underpants, an ugly pair of boxer shorts, for a second or two and then he pulled them down and kicked them off, saying "I'll never wear fuckin' boxers again. I hate 'em."

He was darkly tanned from head to toe. There was no bathing suit line at all. His skin was so tanned that you could barely see the thin line of hair that ran from his belly button down to his brown dick hair. What really looked funny though was his dick head and the inside skin of his retracted foreskin - they were red and white in contrast to the rest of his dick shaft which was tanned dark brown. I glanced over at the door and saw that he had closed and locked it.

"Dimi, it's still me." He whispered with a smile as he climbed into my bed.

"Joey," I said softly, "Why did you change so much. The hair, the clothes, the rap music, none of that is you."

"It's called survival. Remember when Mr. Lawl, our history teacher, taught us about ostracism?" He said and kissed my forehead.

" Well, I know what it really means to be cut off from everyone," He continued and then kissed my eyes.

"To have no one to talk to, no one to hang out with, no friends. If you are not part of a clique you are a loner and a loser and nobody has anything to do with you. I was part of the soccer team clique. We all dress this way. We all have to look like each other, talk the same way, and do the same things. I had to get on the plane dressed like them because they took me to the airport. I think I kept it up after I got off the plane because I was so used to it, because it had been me for the last eight months. I'm sorry. I really am. I still love you!"

We kissed deeply, our tongues thrusting and twisting around each other. I could hear the sound that I had not heard in eight months - our breathing through each other's noses. Joey reached down and slid his hand under the elastic of my underpants. My dick was twitching and throbbing with delight as he stroked it lovingly and then pulled down my underpants as I hiked up my butt to help him.

"Fuck this shit!" Joey grumbled as I grabbed his head to kiss him again. He got up and got out of bed and asked if I had a pair of scissors.

"I have to cut this fuckin' cauda off. It really pisses me off. All the kids on the team wear it. They said that all the Roman gladiators used to wear them, sorta like an emblem. To me it still looks like a little pig-tail at the base of my hair."

I got up and got a pair of scissors from my desk and snipped off the lock of golden blonde hair with rubber band around it and tossed it in the desk drawer with the scissors. I commented that he must have been naked a lot to have such a whole body tan.

"Yeah, a real lot." He answered. "There's a lot that happened over there that I should tell you about, but not now. I need to love you real bad."

I reached over and turned off the light on the night table. We lay there for a while entwined together, breathing through each other's noses, licking each other's nipples, sucking each other's cocks, rimming each other, but never spending too much time in any one place, as if we were rediscovering the parts of each other's bodies that we had forgotten. I rolled over on my stomach and got on all fours and lowered my chest to the mattress and raised my ass in the air and spread my legs wide for Joey's love. He started to respond, placing his dick head right against my asshole but then hesitated.

"No, not that. It's not that I don't want to do it. It just wouldn't be smart to do it without a condom," whispered Joey.

I rolled back over and Joey dropped between my legs and slowly and loving sucked me and pushed against my prostate with the finger he had put up my ass. As my legs tightened and twitched, Joey sucked faster and harder until I exploded into his mouth. We then kissed and he gave me back part of my cum but the rest he swallowed. We switched positions and I began to suck Joey's dick, ever so slowly, enjoying every second of its hardness in my mouth. Soon though, Joey's legs stiffened; I heard him moan and felt my mouth fill with the warmth of his love for me. I kissed him, giving him back part of his cum. Yes, at last, we had given our love to each other again. Joey really had not changed.

School started a week later. Immediately, we fell into the usual pattern of study, work-out in the gym, and go to pre-season wrestling practice. At first, everyone thought I had won the lottery when I drove a 2000 Blazer to school, but I explained that I was "truck sitting" for Dr. Agrigento. All the good-looking girls at school swarmed around Joey. They loved his blonde hair. I was surprised that he was so at ease around them, joking with them, and teasing them; and they loved it!

"Hey, Joey," I asked as we drove home from wrestling practice on Friday. "How come the babes are all over you now. You used to be real shy around them."

"Well, I dunno. I guess it's all part of that clique thing. Any kid who did not make it with a girl was a fag and that put him right out of the group. If they even thought you were gay, it's all over. I had to learn how to flirt with them. There were these girls from another school, I guess they were a clique too, who lived to fuck boys. They could never get enough of them. We used to have these wild, weekend nude beach parties down the coast from Piraeus every weekend. There wasn't any privacy or shame; they just went from boy to boy. A lot of times, there wasn't even any passion. I'll never forget this one time, I was fucking this girl and about three feet away, one of my buddies, Nick, was humping another girl. While we were fucking away, we were talking on an off about a big test that was coming up. We were doing it just for the sake of doing it. We were just animals doing it, just like you said Costas told you in the second story."

"Holy Shit!" were the only words I could get out as Joey paused.

"Some of the guys used to keep score cards showing how many they fucked. I did it for a while but then I stopped after I reached nine; all of the girls were on birth control and it wasn't considered manly to use condoms. My little pousdi [Greek slang for dick] has eaten a lot of muni [Greek slang for pussy]. That's why I don't want to do anal unless we us condoms. I have been in way too many cunts that have been used by a shithouse full of boys. I had an HIV test three months ago just to be safe and it came back clean, but I don't want to take any chances. Remember what our health teacher, Mr. Hazelton said about having sex with a girl who is sexually active, that you are really having sex with everyone who has been in her before!"

I didn't say anything. I just drove and listened in amazement and finally asked, "What does it feel like to fuck a girl?"

"It's a little different in a couple a ways. First the position is easier and getting in is easier: she's wet and in you go. If you are the first one, and she is tight then you can feel the bones of her pelvis on the sides of your dick as you go in, sorta like holding on to you. If you are the fourth or fifth boy then it is pretty loose and wet with everyone else's cum. The kissing feels the same; if you are sucking her melones [Greek slang for boobs] then it's different. Laying on melones always felt like I was laying on bowls of Jell-O when I was fucking. One time, I think it was my second girl, I moaned your name when I cumed and she asked me what I said, and I thought fast and told her I called her Demi, the first girl I ever had sex with. Remember Mrs. Kesperis' boxer when it was in heat? Remember how its cunt just hung out there, all red and wet? There was this one girl who liked taking it on all fours. Shit, when she spread her legs wide, she looked just like that boxer! But most of the girls took it on their backs. A few liked being on top. But no matter what the position, a cunt looks ugly like raw, wet meat, and when you tongue-fuck it, the stink almost makes you wanna puke! I hated every time I had to do it!"

Little by little I began to understand what must have been a nightmare for Joey. He was forced to have sex with girls, dress like others or be shunned and mocked. It must have been terrible for him, but he survived and had come back still loving me. All I could think of is a line from that 1960's political satire we studied in Honors English last year called MacBird based on Shakespeare's Macbeth: 'Conformity, the jewel upon the crown that heads the state.' I told him as we pulled into my driveway, that I hadn't had sex with anyone since he left, I hadn't jerked off with anyone including Theo. All I did was go to bed each night and remember all the love we shared as I jerked off alone.

"I thought it felt like you were a little out of practice the first night we did it!" Joey said laughing as we pulled into my driveway.

When we got home, the mail that I was hoping for had already arrived. Without telling Joey, I had made a camping reservation for Anclote Key State Park for Saturday night. It is a key island about four miles off shore with primitive camping sites. When I told him that we would be camping there Saturday night, his only comment with a devilish smile was "way cool, dude." I guess he wanted me to think that he was reverting to his soccer clique ways, but I knew differently when we feel asleep that night in each other's arms with traces of our love on our lips.

Saturday morning we were up bright and early to pack. We had to make sure that Joey's bed looked like it had been slept in because mama had noticed that it appeared unused the other night. While I'm sure she wasn't suspicious, Joey told her that he had slept very soundly and that was why the bed appeared so neat. Fortunately, both kayaks had bow and stern dry storage compartments so we could keep everything dry. I packed the tent in the stern of my kayak along with a dining fly, ropes and stakes to hang it, and a small grasshopper propane stove. In the smaller bow compartment, I stuffed two shirts and two pairs of shorts, a poncho from the Futaleufu trip, my bottle of ouzo hidden in towels, a thin foam sleeping mat and light cotton blanket, and a small, waterproof box containing mama's cell phone, matches, condoms, and a tube of KY. In the stern of Joey's kayak, we put a small electric lantern, Boy Scout mess kits, and two, one-gallon jugs of water for the trip. There was no drinking water available on the key so we had to bring our own. We also packed food for dinner and breakfast on Sunday, cans of corned beef and Spam, snacks, small, portable speakers, a Discman, CD's and batteries. In Joey's bow storage we put his clothes, poncho, and a dry bag that contained toilet paper, my vibrating dildo and enema bag, his mat and blanket, and a six-pack of coke. Behind the backrests we put our paddling lunches in zip lock bags and our bottles of drinking water for immediate use in the front webbing of each kayak. We were set for an awesome time.

We were ready to go by eight-thirty in the morning. We loaded the kayaks onto the trailer and papa drove us down to Sponge Harbor Point. He hugged us both, warned us to be careful, to watch out for afternoon thunderstorms, and then we were off, paddling toward Brady Island, a short distance away. From there we paddled to Bird Key, moved some of our gear around for better weight distribution, and then turned our kayaks northwest and aimed for the keys four miles away with the old lighthouse on the southern tip barely visible.

Soon our excitement lessened and the speed of our paddle strokes slowed to a steady, rhythmic pace. We had four miles to cover and paddling fast would only tire us out, and we would not get there much sooner. Factoring in currents and the wind, I had figured that it would be a three and a half to four hour paddle to Anclote. What I did not figure in was all the slow downs, stops and detours that we had to make for boats moving across open water at high speed and wave runners flying at full throttle in all directions. Eventually, we arrived at the key and paddled south to locate our campsite. The west coast sea breeze was already picking up and that was a sure sign that there would some heavy thunderstorms later. As we paddled along, two kayaks approached from the south. The paddlers were two teen girls who appeared to be about our age, heading for the campsite we had just passed.

"Hey guys," one shouted. "You camping on the key tonight?"

"Alright! Cool! See you later!" was the answer I got when I yelled that we were.

As luck would have it, the campsite they had just passed was ours and the one we had just passed was theirs. We were going to be in neighboring campsites, and yhat would foul things up good. I had imagined sex on the beach, sex in the water, and sex in the tent. The first two were now, of course, out of the question.

We beached the kayaks, opened the storage hatches, and began unloading all our gear. Before starting, I downed some ouzo, and then following Boy Scout routines, we first put up the dining fly, which would provide immediate shelter for us and all our gear if a shower popped up. Next we set up the tent, a big Eureka Timberline, that I had won in a contest while I was in the scouts. The water, soda, and canned food we put on the picnic table; snacks, cds and personal stuff we put in the tent. While it only took ten minutes to set everything up, Joey drank a half gallon of water and I had several more swigs of ouzo. It was ninety-two degrees with high humidity, which meant that if felt like it was over a hundred even in the shade. We pulled off our shirts and ran screaming, yelling, and laughing toward the water. We twisted, splashed each other, dove over, and swam under each other. A couple of times, as I swam between Joey's legs, I reached inside the leg of his shorts and caressed his balls. He replied by diving down and doing the same to me. We were laughing and yelling loudly.

"Dimi," Joey said as we floated on out backs side by side, "you're drinking a lot. I don't think that it's a good idea."

"Don't worry. I know my limits and I'm always under control." I countered almost defensively.

As we enjoyed ourselves, we heard voices from behind us on shore, yelling, "Hey, guys, you look and sound like little kids playing in the water!"

"Come on in! You can play too!" Shouted Joey,

In an instant the girls were in the water beside us, introducing themselves, "Hi I'm Michelle and this is Kerry."

I answered right away, "I'm Dimi and this is Joey."

"Are you guys Greek?" Michelle giggled.

"Yep, one hundred percent." Joey said casually.

"I think Greek boys are so hot. Can you speak Greek? Say something in Greek, please! I don't understand a word but it sounds so cool," teased Michelle.

"Eimi pousda," I said, a little tipsy from the ouzo, and Joey burst out laughing.

"What's wrong? Why are you laughing? What did he say? Was it something bad?"

"No, it's nothing bad." Joey said as he gasped for air between laughs. "He just said ... ah ...that he is a rough and tough kid."

I laughed at Joey's translation because what I actually said was that I am gay.

As we tread water in front of our camp splashing and making small talk, the skies had darkened a bit. The storms were not far off. The girls commented that we had a real nice camp set up and that we must have been Boys Scouts. As Joey glanced far up the beach toward their camp he noticed that they had not bothered to set up and that they had come down right away for a visit. He suggested that it would be a smart thing to set everything up now before the storms rolled in. The girls looked at the clouds, at each other, and then agreed with Joey, said goodbye, and swam toward shore.

"You know, Dimi, they're wet for us and we could both get laid tonight." Joey said very seriously.

Perhaps he saw the frightened look on my face when he said that because he immediately added:

"Don't worry, Dimi. I'm finished fucking boxers. I love only you." Joey joked, adding "besides, you don't stink the way cunts do!"

Joey then suggested that we walk up the beach to their camp and help them set up with the hope that our visit would keep them away once the storms hit. When we got to their campsite, it was pretty obvious why they had not bothered to set up. They had no dining fly, no stove, and no food other than bags of doritos, potato chips, a few jars of dip, a case of soda, and a CD player. Their tent was a kid's K-Mart special made of flimsy nylon with no screening and fastened to the sand with string and short stakes. They had two pool mattresses that were longer than the tent. They were struggling, trying to figure out how to set the tent up.

"Hey, we thought we'd come up and help you guys set your stuff up." Joey said as we walked up to their campsite.

After we set up their tent and inflated their mattresses, we sat at the picnic table and chatted for a while and drank a few sodas. Michelle was obviously flirting with Joey. She had noticed that Joey's shorts were hanging real low on his hips revealing just a little bit of his dick hair, and she asked him how he had gotten such a gorgeous tan "down there," pointing to his lower parts. He explained that he had just gotten back from school in Greece where he was for eight months and that he had always gone to nude beach parties there. Michelle was fascinated, of course, by the whole idea.

"Don't you get a....well....you know what I mean...when you see a girl naked?"

"Yeah, it happens all the time at first but soon you get used to seeing people naked and then it stays down. It's just natural that way. I had this teacher who said that most of the problem is the mystery of what's under the clothes. The mind fantasizes, but when everything out in the open, well there is no mystery, no excitement. It's really different in Europe with nudity." Joey nonchanlantly explained.

Through the whole conversation, Kerry had been rubbing her bare foot lightly on my calf even though I moved my leg away several times. She was trying to flirt with me. It must have been the ouzo because what she was doing to me was making me hard even though I didn't want to fuck her. A loud clap of thunder stopped the conversation. We all jumped. I suggested that we get back to camp to get things ready for the storm and also get dinner done before the sky opened up. With that we scurried off down the beach. I could feel my half-hard dick bouncing from side to side as we walked quickly back to camp.

"See, what did I tell you. We could get laid for sure tonight." He said as he pulled down the front of his shorts to reveal his hardon.

"But it will never happen, right?" I said as I pulled the front of mine down to reveal my almost hardon.

"Don't worry Dimi." Joey said as he pulled me behind a tall palmetto and kissed me, adding afterward, "shit, you reek of licorice."

We had scarcely finished cooking and eating our corned beef sandwiches, when there was a incredible clap of thunder and we both looked toward the direction of the sound, the mainland. The sky was almost black and streaked with lightning bolts. We knew that a bad storm was only a few minutes away. We took all our food and gear and put it in the tent. We lowered the dining fly almost to the ground and tightened the ropes and turned the kayaks over. As we retreated into our tent, the wind ahead of the storm came with a roar. We could hear sand from the beach being blown against the tent, but the Timberline was an excellent tent and it was staked down with very long sand stakes. As the rain pounded relentlessly on the tent, we hooked up the speakers to the CD player and turned the volume up and listened to some tunes. We undressed, kissed, and started balloon sucking each other. That felt so good. We had not done that since Chile.

Without warning we heard the outside zipper of the tent opening. Terrified, we quicky pulled apart and covered ourselves with our blankets. Michelle and Kerry both appeared hysterical as they opened the screen and scrambled in, sobbing that their tent had collapsed in the wind and rain. As we sat there naked with only blankets over us, drenched to the skin, they began undressing and telling us how frightening it was. In modesty, we both looked away. It was what we had been taught to do.

"Joey," Michelle snickered, "I know you've seen naked girls before. I don't mind if you look."

"Ah...," I interrrupted making it up as I spoke, "well you see ... we are ...well ... both naked too 'cause .... we were getting changed into dry clothes when you barged in."

"We know what boys look like naked," Kerry said as she smiled cutely.

"We're freezing cold from the rain and wind. Could we have those blankets to get warm, please." Kerry said and quickly reached toward my blanket.

I looked at Joey and he looked at me. Before we could do anything, Kerry pulled the blanket from me and Michelle did the same with Joey. I quickly tried to cover myself and conceal the fact that I was rock hard, but she saw it right away. Surprisingly, Joey attempted to do the same thing but his hands, like mine, were a little too small to cover everything. Finally we just gave up trying to cover ourselves. So there we were two naked boys with hardons sitting right in front of two almost naked girls. They had conveniently thrown the blankets around their shoulders but left everything in the front in plain view. To make matters worse, Michelle was sitting there with her legs drawn up and spread wide so you could see everything. I could feel my dick throbbing and twitching.

"Wow! You guys aren't circumcised! That is so cool. I like boys who are like that, and there aren't that many around here." Michelle giggled.

"yeah" was the only dumb answer that we both could muster.

"Joey," Kerry joked, "yours looks like a piece of candy, red on top, white in the middle, and brown down lower."

Again, "Yeah" was also the only response Joey could come up with as he tried to laugh half-heartedly.

"Joey," I'm still cold. Could you hold me to help me get warm?" Michelle said coyly as she moved next to him and put the blanket around both of them.

Kerry did the same with me. We were naked in a tent on a deserted island with two girls who wanted us real bad. Normal boys would have jumped at the chance, but, as far as I was concerned, the idea of fucking Kerry terrified me. Joey was not happy either: he had had his fill of girl fucking in Greece. Warming under the blankets didn't last long. Soon Kerry was rubbing my stomach and my dick hair, occasionally stroking my dick as she kissed my earlobe. Michelle was exploring Joey's foreskin, pulling it up over his dick head and then releasing it.

"Look," I blurted out. "Enough is enough! This is wrong."

"Why, Dimi"" begged Kerry adding "Don't be nervous" just before she put my dick in her mouth.

"Because ...ah... because...ah...because it is a sin to do this! Stop sucking me! I don't wanna do this!" I blurted out hysterically as I pulled my dick from her mouth.

"Yeah, I don't want to do anything either. It's bad to do this stuff. Now we'll have to go to confession for what's already happened." Joey added, playing along with my approach.

The girls looked shocked. I guess they had never had the religion excuse used before, but it worked. They pulled the blankets around themselves, and we put on our underpants and shorts. I reached into clothes bag and gave Kerry my other pair of shorts and a T-shirt and Joey did the same for Michelle. The storm lasted or rather the series of storms lasted until around 10 PM. After the rain stopped, we all walked down to their camp to find everything washed out. Their bags of chips and snacks were just wet goo and their tent had been ripped by the wind. We both suggested that they sleep in our tent for the night. That is exactly what they did. Neither of them made any more moves on us and we slept soundly all night.

The next morning I let Michelle use mama's cell phone to call home and ask her mother and father, who were coming from Clearwater, to bring a change of clothes for both the girls and pick them up at Sponge Harbor. I called papa and told him what time we expected to be back so he could meet us.

"You know, guys, in a way, it's kinda nice to know that there are boys like you around...boys who have principles." Michelle observed as the four kayaks beached at Sponge Harbor.

Michelle's parents were there already when we beached and papa pulled up just as the girls got out of the car where they had changed. Kerry walked up to me as Joey and I told papa about the storm. She handed us our clothes, gave each of us a kiss on the cheek and said thanks. As she walked away, papa looked at me with THAT look. I knew what he was thinking, and said:

"Papa, I swear to you that nothing happened. Absolutely nothing happened with them," and Joey chimed in, "It's true. It's true."

As we drove home, I told papa what happened that night, of course, leaving out how they tried to do us and how we were all naked together. He was pleased and said that it was the way we were raised. He would expect nothing less of us. As I look back on it, it really was a good trip. Even though Joey and I only did balloon sucking for a very short time, it really confirmed our love for each other when we had both refused to betray that love and have sex with those girls for the sake of having sex.

Before we knew it, our time together in my room was drawing to a close. Labor Day had passed and Joey's parents would be coming home next Tuesday. Papa and mama would be leaving Friday night to attend a commerical fishermans' conference and would be back late Saturday night. Theo and Anesti were planning to go camping Saturday and return on Sunday afternoon, and giagia would be spending Saturday and Sunday with her friend, Mrs. Kesperis.

Theo had still not told me anything, but he had asked me, though, to get condoms and KY for him for the camping trip, so that pretty much said it all. It really wasn't any of my business anyway what he did with his friend. Theo had even asked me if I could get him an enema but buying something like that was a bit out of the question. Joey and I thought about it and decided to make one for them to use. We took one of those folding gallon water containers with a hanging hook on the bottom and attached a four foot length of tubing that we bought at the hardware store to the spout. We filled it half way with water, put it up in the air, and then turned to spout to the pour position. Out gushed the water in a nice stream. To our delight we found that by pressing on the container we could increase the speed and amount of water squirting out. But the enema nozzle still posed a problem. We were stumped by that.

On Wednesday, in art class, we stumbled on a solution to the nozzle problem. I was drawing freehand with a Sanford Super Sharpie black marker, when Joey pointed at it and asked me what the end of it looked like. I knew right away what he meant. We asked the teacher if we could have some pens to draw at home, and left art class with the solution to our nozzle problem in our pockets. We went right to the garage when we got home, cracked the pen part off and looked at the end. Yep, it looked perfect, even though it was much much thicker than a regular enema nozzle. We drilled a small hole in the end and then cleaned all the names and writing off with steel wool. It was smooth to the touch and we both smiled as we stroked it with our fingers. We went up to my room, and took our homemade enema from the secret room. All we had to do was put our nozzle on the hose. We stretched the surgical rubber tubing and put about a half-inch of the nozzle inside it. It fit tightly and appeared to be water-tight. To be sure, we wrapped some electrical tape around it to make sure it stayed put.

Mama was shopping with giagia, papa was on the boat, and Theo was still at school, so we decided to give it a test run. We locked the door at the bottom of the stairs, and went into the bathroom to put some water in the container. I dropped my shorts and underpants, got on my knees and leaned over into the bathtub and spread my legs so by butt was up in the air. Joey sat on the toilet, lubed the nozzle with his spit, put some spit on my asshole and slipped it in.

"It feels good," I said, "but it's a lot thicker. I know it is in me, but I never felt the old nozzle at all 'cause it was so thin. Put it in some more!"

"But it's already in up to the tape. That's about three inches. There's only hose left outside." Joey answered.

"Put it in more," I demanded and Joey complied by giving me another three inches of hose.

It felt so good. I told Joey to turn on the spout and as he did I could feel the coolness of the water begin to squirt into me. I told him to squeeze the bag hard with both hands as I reached around to hold the nozzle in by myself. It felt incredible. It felt like someone was spraying my insides with a shower massager. I told Joey that he had to try it. He quickly turned off the spout, got up from the toilet and put up the seat. I slid the nozzle out and quickly sat on the toilet to empty the water from me. We switched positions and Joey leaned into the bathtub and I put the nozzle and hose in even farther than he had for me. Joey kept saying that he wanted more too.

"Wow! This is fuckin' awesome, especially when you squeeze to make it go faster. But I think we should make the hole in the nozzle bigger to get a better spray effect and lets put some smaller holes in the side too," Joey said as he sat on the toilet after we completed our test run.

After he was empty, we went back to my room, got my hobby drill and increased the size of the hole to a quarter inch and put a bunch small holes on the sides, so it would work like a high-powered garden sprinker. Of course, we were hard so we sucked each other's dicks and gave our cum to each other. I put our "super enema" as Joey started calling it back in the secret room and decided right then and there that I would give the old enema to Theo. He was, of course, absolutely delighted to get his own enema. We knew that Theo and Anesti would have a great trip, but we also knew that our Saturaday alone in the house would be incredible. We planned to spend the whole day doing everything -- sitting around, cooking, watching TV, and studying -- naked. One of the things I was curious to find out was if seeing Joey naked all the time would calm down my hardons. I really enjoyed looking at a naked boy without a hardon. There is something about a dick just hanging there, limp with the foreskin covering the head, that is beautiful beyond description.

Joey and I had gotten into the habit of cuddling after we made love. We held each other closely, occasionally kissing and rubbing each other's stomachs, and talking of many things. Sometimes our hopes for the future, where we would be four years from now, sometimes we even talked about our unhappy times. On Thursday night, as we cuddled and talked, Joey told me about this one girl in Greece who did something that he thought was really sick. He said that she used to put ice cubes in her cunt before she had sex and said that when they melted the resulting coolness took her and the guy fucking her longer to cum. I laughed at first, but then I thought about it. One time I had putting xylocaine on my dick to prolong the pleasure of jerking off before cuming. But it didn't work because it completely numbed my dick so I couldn't feel anything. I got up, put on my shorts and went downstairs to the kitchen to get some ice cubes. I told Joey we were going to investigate this. I put some cubes in a ziplock bag, squeezed all the air our and closed it. I put a washcloth around my dick and then I held the bag with the ice around it, especially the head. After a minute or so, I took everything off and asked Joey to suck me. Wow! Did it feel strange almost like he was sucking but not sucking, and I liked that feeling. Joey tried it too, and also noticed it right away. Next, I had Joey put a tear shaped piece of ice on my asshole. Shit, It felt weird! It reminded me of what the inside of my mouth felt like when I drank something real cold fast. Joey then pushed it in a little. Fuck, it felt like I had a "popsicle" asshole. Joey then lubed his fingers with spit and I barey noticed it when he put three fingers in right away. I then did the same thing to Joey, and we both agreed it felt weird but good and that it probably would decrease the pain and increase our pleasure by delaying our cum. But neither of us liked the idea of sticking ice cubes up our asses.

When we woke up Friday morning for school, I had the answer. That happens to me so many times: I go to bed trying to solve a probem and in the morning I have the answer. It just shows that the brain doesn't stop working when a boy is asleep.

"It's simple," I explained to Joey as I took a drink of ouzo and then started dressing. "KY is water soluble and it can be frozen. All we have to do is fill some of papa's empty cigar tubes with KY and put them in the freezer. When we are ready, we let the frozen KY tube sit for a bit then the still frozen KY will slide out and then we put it up the ass. It'll be like a self-lubricating, frozen dick. When it melts all the way, it with give the ass an awesome lube job, as well as chill it down so the fuck will not hurt as much. Then, in goes the real dick, gets chilled down in ass, and it takes longer to come that way!"

"Sounds like you and the ice-cube girl would be perfect together! Maybe you should take out a patent on it an call it a dick-sicle! Let's make up some this afternoon when we come home from school. We're gonna have to stop to get a lot more KY to do it, though. I'll buy two and you buy two. We can tell the druggist that we are using the stuff on our wetsuits." Joey joked as he put his arms out toward me.

We joked a little more about my screwy idea, then we kissed each other in a long slow kiss, went downstairs for breakfast, and left for school.

That afternoon, as we had planned, we make two dick-sicles, as Joey called them. We filled two cigar tubes with KY and screwed the covers closed. We put them in the very bottom of the freezer in the garage just in case something went wrong and we could not get to them or use them. Anesti came over around six o'clock to pick up Theo just as mama and papa were leaving. Papa gave me thirty dollars for pizzas from Domino's. They kissed me, Theo, and even Joey goodbye and we were alone, four gay boys. I was pretty sure that Theo wanted to be alone with Anesti so Joey and I decided to drive over to get the pizzas. I told Theo when he walked out to the truck with us to have fun but to be careful and lock the stairway door just in case because giagia was in her room and that we would be back in an hour.

We returned a little over an hour later, saying that Dominos's was really busy because it was Friday night. Theo and Anesti were sitting on the couch together watching TV. As we came in, I saw Theo quickly take his arm from around his friend. They both had different clothes on and I could see a fresh suck mark, a hickie, low on Anesti's neck. Joey and I just smiled at them, saying "we're not interrupting something, are we boys?" Three pizzas and a Star Wars video later, Theo and Anesti decided it was time to leave. Theo went to his room to get his stuff and then they walked to Anesti's house four blocks away.

"Fuck this!" Joey said as the last Star Wars movie ended.

"Why don't we go upstairs and then you can fuck me instead." I joked.

When we got to my room, I took a couple of drinks of ouzo and happened to glance at all the stuff over in the corner of the secret room. The dildo looked shiny so I picked it up and discovered that it was freshly lubricated and telltale streaks of brown in the KY told me it had been used. I walked around to the bathroom and washed it and made a mental note to tell Theo to clean stuff after he uses it. The old enema bag was also wet, and that should have been dried too. Bacteria could grow in dampness and that was not good. In any event, I was right. Theo and Anesti had had a good time while we were out. Joey and I tried to be a little restrained in bed, because we wanted to hold back for tomorrow's fun. We kissed, hugged, balloon-sucked a little and then we did what we call dry-backing. Joey laid on his stomach and kept his legs tight together. I laid on top of him, put my dick in the crack between his ass cheeks and began to thrust. As I was about to cum, Joey helped by tightening and then relaxing his ass cheeks in time with my thrusts. I then scooped my cum off the small of his back into my hand and held it in front of his mouth so he could lick it all up. We then switched and Joey dry-backed me.

Mrs. Kesperis picked up giagia promptly at 8 AM Saturday morning. She kissed us and told us to have a good time; of course, she had no idea what we had planned. As soon as the car left the driveway, we locked the front door. I pulled Joey's T-shirt off and then unbuckled his shorts and opened the button. I tried to pull down his zipper but it got stuck and I ended up slipping his pants off his hips. I pulled his underpants down and he stepped out of them. Then he did the same to me and we stood naked and hard in front of each other in the middle of the living room. It really seemed strange standing there in that room the way we were. Being naked almost made us feel smaller. I could feel the air conditioner blowing across my body. It felt cooler than usual. We decided to cook some breakfast, bacon and eggs to celebrate our day. As we almost pranced across the living room and through the dining room to the kitchen, I could feel my balls bouncing freely and my hardon swaying slightly left then right as I walked. Joey too seemed to enjoy our newfound freedom as he walked next to me, occasionally rubbing my ass cheek. As I stood there putting slices of bacon on a paper towel to later cook in the frying pan, Joey took a raw slice, rolled it up and started rubbing my asshole with it.

"Here's some real pork lube for you, Dimi!" he laughed as he pushed it all the way into me with his finger.

"Man, you are hungry today. You can't let a man even eat his breakfast before you want to eat him!" I answered.

With that Joey grabbed me by the hips and steered me over to the kitchen table, saying, "Belly on the table, boy. It's breakfast time!" He then spread my legs wide and began to rim me, then he put his finger in and retrieved the piece of bacon that he had put into my asshole.

"Cook this one slice now!" he laughed, "It will have a better flavor to it."

I walked over and took all the bacon off the paper towel and began rubbing it all over my dick. I told Joey to lie on the floor on the rug by the sink and assume the dry-backing position. I rubbed the bacon all over his ass, in the crack between his cheeks, and down the back of his thighs until he was as heavily greased with bacon fat as my dick. I then got on top and proceeded to dry-back him, slipping and sliding with each thrust, laughing each time I almost slid off him as he reciprocated by tightening and relaxing his ass cheeks. My wild ride ended when I finally cumed, but I squirted on the kitchen floor and not on his back.

"Now it's your turn to ride the bucking Greek!" I laughed and got into the dry- backing position, handing the wad of bacon to Joey.

Joey did as I had done, greasing my cheeks, my crack, and legs, but he also did my whole back and his whole front from his neck to his knees. Joey tried valiantly to stay on me but with each thrust, he slid off to one side and then the other. Finally in a fit of laughter and desperation as he lay on the floor next to me, he started thrusting against my hip and finally cumed. We held each other tightly there on the kitchen rug, hugging and slipping, kissing and laughing. It did not matter that what we had done was just plain silly, For the first time, we could do whatever we felt like doing to express our love for each other without any fear. When we recovered, we cooked that same "love" bacon and ate it with some eggs. I also discovered that there are disadvantages to doing some things naked. Cooking bacon in a frying pan is one of them. As the bacon cooked, little hot grease spatters hit the head of my dick. I was forced to put on an apron to protect myself! After breakfast, we cleaned the kitchen, and then ourselves in the downstairs bathroom. Actually, it was originally the master bathroom before papa re-did the house. It had a mirror wall, a walk-in shower, and even a bidet. After we scrubbed each other down to remove the bacon grease and had dried each other off, we began to play with the bidet for a while, trying to use it as an enema. We stood in front of the mirror wall, hugging and kissing, rubbing and feeling each other all over. As we kissed and fondled each other, I glanced at the mirror wall and watched myself kissing and being fondled. It was like watching a porn movie, only much better. I told Joey about it and then turned around so he could look at the mirror and enjoy our foreplay too.

By noon the novelty of being naked and doing whatever we wanted wherever we wanted had worn off. As we sat naked watching the news on the satellite, I noticed that my foreskin was beginning to cover my dick head. I glanced over at Joey, naked in the recliner. He was completely limp and his head had retreated inside his foreskin. He was watching the sports news intently and did not see me looking at him. His body was beautiful. Everything was perfectly proportioned. His limp dick just seemed to punctuate the beauty of his thin, tanned body. As I watched him for a few minutes, I noticed that my head was responding to my thoughts, and my foreskin was beginning to slowly retract. Joey's teacher was right; the mystery is what helps the arousal. I was becoming accustomed to seeing him naked, out in the open without fear, and I was slower to respond sexually.

As the afternoon wore on, we were really getting tired of the naked game. While the house had been our world initially and we explored it naked, now we found ourselves restricted. We couldn't go outside naked, we couldn't walk down the street naked, we couldn't be with others naked. As we talked about it over glasses of ouzo in late afternoon, for the first time we understood the feeling that people get in those nudist colonies. Being naked alone or with just someone else quickly loses its appeal. To be natural, everyone would have to be naked all the time. We joked and laughed about our conclusions, as we tried to imagine some of the older people naked: the pastor of our church, the very fat auto mechanic down at the gas station. Our list grew and grew, and we eventually tired of this naked what-if game too. It was getting late. We got dressed and returned to the world of people who wear clothes and walked down to MacDonald's for dinner.

After dinner, we walked home, stopping to talk to some friends for a few minutes. For a short while I was afraid that they were going to invite themselves over, knowing that we were alone in the house, but that did not happen. When we got home, we locked the front door, then we went up to my room, locking the door at the bottom of the stairs even though we knew no one would be home. I guess we were creatures of habit. We undressed each other as we had done earlier and then I went to the secret room to get all our toys. I laid my collection out on the low dresser against the wall: two vibrating dildoes, a smaller, plain dildo, a TENS unit, two one-foot lengths of knotted blind cord, ribbed condoms, a rectal thermometer, two tubes of KY, and, of course, the super enema. The knotted cords were a recent addition. I had read on line that French whores used them with their customers. It was just a cord with a bunch of knots tied along it. While they are being fucked, they would work the cord into the guy's asshole and yank it out just as the guy cums. It increases the pleasure and power of the cum a lot, so the article says. The TENS was something I got when I had a wrestling injury. It is an electric nerve and muscle stimulator with all sorts of different pulse types. Joey enjoyed it a lot. The dick-sicles, of course, were in the freezer downstairs until we needed them.

"Choose your weapon!" I said, trying to sound serious.

"Oh, Dimi" Joey answered, trying to sound like a little kid, "I don't feel good. I feel all hot and dry. I tink I have a fever!"

"There, there little Joey. Dimi is going to take your temperature."

I sat on the bed, and laid Joey across my legs, as my mother had done so many times to me when I was little and sick. I rubbed the small of his back and butt softly, took a dab of KY and put it on his asshole, and then put the rectal thermometer in, holding it in his asshole between my index and middle fingers and rubbing the small of his back with my other hand.

"Joey," I said, as I took the thermometer out after a minute or two, "you have a fever in your asshole but I know my dick will make it feel much better."

It was silly, just like the bacon sex at breakfast, but it was fun and it felt so damn good to know that we did not have to be afraid about what we were doing. I put the thermometer on the night table, and we fell back into my bed. We kissed, licked and nibbled each other's nipples. I tongue-fucked Joey's belly button while he fingered my asshole. Joey got up and went to the dresser and took both vibrating dildoes, KY, the cords, and TENS. We lubed each other's assholes with the lots of KY and also also covered the dildoes with a thick coating of KY. Next we put the pads for the TENS on us. I put the negative pad right on the small of my back; Joey put the positive one on the small of his back and we got into our switch position. We put the TENS between us and plugged in the wires from the pads, turned on the power temporarily, wet our fingers and touched them together to adjust the level of the electrical pulses we would feel. We both liked them strong. We then slipped the knotted cords slowly into each other's assholes leaving the pull end dangling from the hole, then we put the dildoes in slowly and turned them on. I turned on the TENS and cranked it to pull power. The feeling was intense, our assholes were vibrating, the small of our backs were tingling and thumping because by touching each other we were completing the circuit and allowing the electrical pulses to massage the smalls of our back. We were ready for the final action. As we took each other's dicks in our mouths, we completed the wet electrical circuit for the TENS and we immediately began to feel these intense, brief electrical pulses in our mouths and small of our backs. Wherever our bodies touched we felt the pulses. If where we touched was wet, the pulses were more intense.

After a while, Joey stopped sucking for just a second and gasped in short breaths that he was almost ready to cum and clamped his legs together on my arm holding the dildo in him. Soon, as I felt his legs tighten and twitch even more, and I knew he was on the verge of cuming. I quickly pulled the dildo out and then yanked the knotted chord out when I sensed the moment of his cum. He shot so fast and so much that I could not swallow before more was filling my mouth, and I felt it running down the side of my mouth. A second or two later at the most, I knew I was near, took my mouth from his dick and told him to get ready as the last of his cum dripped down my chin. I clamped down on his arm with my legs. I began shaking all over just as Joey pulled the cord from my ass and I bucked and shook violently. Soon Joey's mouth was overflowing with my love, as I pumped and pumped, over and over, squirting every last drop into his mouth. We rolled away from each other, breaking the TENS connection, gasping and delighting in our pleasure.

"That was... so fucking awe....some, so intense. I feel like ...I just finished run...ning a race," Joey gasped between breaths, almost unable to speak.

"Yeah" was all the energy I had left to answer as I squirmed up so we could be face to face. I turned off the TENS and as I kissed him, I could hear each of us gasping for air through the other's noses.

"Fucking awesome! Joey gasped again, and I responded, "I love you." As we hugged, exhausted from by our love for each other.

I opened my eyes. The room was dark. I did not know what time it was. I reached over and turned on the lamp on the night table and looked at the clock. It was 9:15 PM. We had fallen asleep! As I looked at the clock I felt Joey playing with my balls. He had woken up too. I said that we only had a few hours left. I got up, turned off the fan, and took a piece of blind cord and tied it to the housing so that it hung down over my bed. I went into the bathroom with the super enema and filled it and returned with it filled to overflowing, and also with some large towels that I knew we would need. We hung the super enema from the cord above the bed, adjusting the height to allow enough hose room for movement. I got on the bed on all fours and put my chest down on the mattress. Joey squirted a lot of KY into me and smeared the nozzle with it too. He then put it into me, about two inches past the nozzle. As the water gushed into me, I told him to put it in farther and he did. I reached around and held the hose in me by myself, began sliding it in father, and then told him to squeeze the bag. When he did, it felt like a fire hose had been turned on. He stopped when the water began seeping out my asshole. I laid flat on my stomach on the bed, and then rolled on my left side and raised my leg to allow even more water to fill me.

"Just a little more, just a little more left," Joey encouraged me as I moaned and said, "Fuck it hurts. I'm full. I can't take much more. I'm gonna burst or blow it all out."

"That's it!" cheered Joey triumphantly. "You took the whole gallon of water! That is a first, a record," he added excitedly, as he leaned down and kissed me and rubbed my very swollen lower stomach.

I knew that I did not have much time. I had to get to the bathroom quickly. It would have been easier if we could have done the enema in the bathroom, but it was just too confining in there, barely enough room to move. Joey slowly removed the hose from me as I lay there towel in hand ready to plug my already leaking hole.

"Shit," Joey observed, "Look at this. You had it at least eight inches of hose and nozzle in your ass," as he showed me where his hand was when he started pulling the hose out.

I held the towel tight against my asshole as I very slowly rolled my legs over the side of the bed, and got up. I kept myself hunched over because the pressure and pain in my lower gut was getting bad. I started walking slowly to the bathroom and then Joey started giggling. I started giggling and immediately felt little squirts of water begin to come out.

"Stop, you fuck. I'll never make it." I protested and the more I protested the louder Joey laughed. I started walking very quickly with short steps but I could feel the water coming our faster into the towel, and I knew I was leaving a trail of brown water on the floor to the bathroom. When I reached the toilet and sat down, it started like a tidal wave, water pouring out of me. It slowed after a while, stopped and then exploded again. The cycle repeated several times before I finally declared myself empty. It was already 10 PM. I gave Joey his enema, and he also took the entire gallon of water. As he had done for me, I kissed and rubbed his swollen stomach and followed him to the bathroom where there was a second explosion of water. We stood there in bathroom wrapped tightly around each other, kissing, peacefully enjoying each other's warmth and breathing slowly and rhythmically through each other's noses.

"It's dick-sicle time!" whispered Joey in my ear as he flushed the toilet.

Joey went in the bedroom to clean things up while I went downstairs to get a frozen missle. I looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was already twenty minutes after ten and mama and papa said they would be home around midnight. When I returned, Joey was finishing wiping up the brown puddles of water off the floor. I was glad we had no carpets on the third floor. He had put all the dirty towels in my laundry hamper, cleaned the dildoes, knot cords, and thermometer, taken down the cord from the fan and put everything back in the secret room and closed the secret door panel. He had even straightened out the bed linens on my bed. On the night table beside the bed, was our last tube of KY and two condoms.

"Give or take?" I asked as I walked in, holding one of the ice-cold cigar tubes. The other I left in the freezer since I knew it would thaw before we finished using the first one.

"Take," he answered excitedly and got on all fours on the bed, lowering his chest and raising his ass high and spreading his legs.

I took the tube of KY and squirted a lot of it into his asshole then unscrewed the cover of the cigar tube, and the still frozen KY slid out effortlessly. But there was no time to lose, it was thawing quickly. I spread Joey's asshole wide with my thumb and index finder and placed the dick-sicle again him and the heat of his hole began melting it as I shoved it in all the way, ramming it past the muscles of his asshole with my finger.

"Fuck, that is so cold! It almost feels like you put something hot rather than cold in me!" Joey exclaimed, adding a few seconds later, "I can feel everything in side getting cold."

I put my hand on his lower stomach over his dick hair and I could feel a slight coolness in that area. I rubbed his butt for a few minutes to be sure that everything was melted then he said that everything felt real cold inside so I knew it was time. I opened the condom, put it on, put some KY on it and mounted Joey. Without hesitation, I shoved it in harder and faster than I had ever done before. My dick hair was right up against his asshole.

"How far in have you put it?" Joey asked, and when I told him I was in all the way right to my dick hair, he was amazed, saying, "holy fuckin' shit! I barely felt it."

I began thrusting, slowly at first. I could feel the coldness of Joey's insides. I wrapped my arms around his waist and chest and began thrusting faster. I looked at the clock. It was exactly 10:30 PM. I laid my head down on his back, thrusting quickly all the time, rubbing his stomach with one hand and playing with his dick with the other. I looked at the clock again and it was 10:37. I had been thrusting it in and out of him with all my strength for seven minutes and I was just beginning to feel a faint hint of the cum that was building. I looked at the clock again. It was 10:41 and I knew that I was close as my thrusts reached almost a fever pitch. The headboard of the bed was banging like a drum against the wall. The bed frame was squeaking. I moaned loudly as I exploded into Joey, and slid down off him, and kissed his asshole with its mixture of cum and KY. It had taken me eleven minutes to cum doing anal sex. It never took that long before; usually it was over a minute or two after I started fucking. I guess the ice-cube girl was right.

Joey literally ran down the stairs to get the second tube from the freezer. When he returned, still panting and exhausted, I assumed the position and felt that same cold again, only this time it was in me instead. Joey's description of what it felt like matched what I was feeling. I looked at the clock on the night table. It was 10:51 as the headboard again began to bang the wall and the bed started squeaking. I closed my eyes as Joey's bony pelvis slammed against my ass cheeks with each thrust. I could hear him grunt and groan loudly with each thrust, as if he was trying to get more force into each one. I looked at the clock again and it was 11:04. He had been fucking me for almost fifteen minutes. Soon the power of his thrusts became weaker. He was getting tired. Each thrust seemed like an effort, then without warning, his thrusts again got fast and very, very violent. Yes, he had finally cum. I could actually feel the warmth of it inside my still cold rectal cavity. He collapsed as he withdrew from me. We both rolled over on our backs, exhausted. I looked at his dick as he removed the condom. I had never see it so swollen and red after fucking. We had never had done anal that lasted so long and was so powerful. We held each other tight even though we were drained physically. We managed one last long, slow kiss. We could hear each other's exhaustion in our noses as we gasped slowly for air. Suddenly, I saw the light from a car's headlights move slowly across the ceiling. I knew mama and papa were turning onto the driveway. Quickly, I put the KY, used condoms, and empty cigar tubes under my pillow, and turned on the TV, while Joey bolted down the stairs to unlock the third floor door and then ran back and dove into his bed, pulling the cover over him. I often fall asleep with my light and TV on so the two of us pretended to be fast asleep after we gave the room one last check and then arranged the blankets to conceal our hardons. Soon I head mama and papa walking up the stairs to the third floor. They had seen the light from my room as they pulled into the driveway.

"Dimi's door is open. Look, they're both asleep, George," mama said as she walked quietly over to my bed and kissed me good night on my forehead and then turned and pulled Joey's blanket up a little higher on him to cover his bare chest.

"They are both so handsome and such good boys." Mama whispered to papa as she turned off the light and TV and closed the door.

Exhausted, we both had fallen asleep in our own beds right after mama turned off the light and TV. I woke up early Sunday after Joey, stretched, and looked over at him in the bed next to me.

"It was the most awesome time I have ever had, Dimi."

"It was pretty intense for me too."

Joey got out of bed. His dick was limp. He walked over to the door and locked it. He then sat on the side of my bed, kissed me on the cheek and took my hand and squeezed it tightly. I threw back the blanket and he laid across my chest with his head buried in my neck and whispered that he loved me very, very much, and then he sat up suddenly. He was no longer limp.

"Dimi," he whispered very seriously, "If Florida ever allows gay marriages, would you marry me? I want to be yours forever."

What Joey asked caught me off guard. I had never really thought of something like that. Like a typical kid, I had imagined that we would be kids forever, together doing it whenever we got the chance. I liked the idea, though, and would enjoy spending my entire life with Joey.

"Why wait 'til Florida makes it legal? We could marry ouselves right now. Back in the old days in Louisiana, people jumped over a broom and then they were married. Marriage is nothing but a promise by two people to love each other, help each other, and stick together through whatever happens. Let's do it right now!"

We stood up naked and hard. We held hands and looked in each other's eyes. I tried to remember those words I had heard so many times when I was an altar boy but paid no attention to. In the end, I decided to improvise, "Joey, I take you to be my husband and my wife. I promise to love you and nobody else, to help you, and stick with you through everything until I die."

"Dimi," Joey replied as he squeezed my hands tightly, " I also take you to be my husband and my wife. I also promise to love you and nobody else, to help you and to stick with you through everything until I die"

"Well," I said, "I guess that's it. We're hitched. We can kiss now for real."

As I moved toward his lips, joey told me to wait. He took off his class ring and put it on my left hand ring finger. I then took off my class ring and put it on Joey's left hand ring finger. Our class rings would be our secret wedding bands until we could proclaim our love openly. We embraced, kissed each other without tongue, holding each other ever so closely and tenderly.

"Make love to me, my love," Joey asked as he drew me down onto my bed. He put his legs in the air, spread them wide, and I mounted him, kissed him, and dry-fucked him slowly and tenderly with gentle, loving thrusts, and he admitted for the first time that enjoyed taking it more than giving it. We showered, dressed for church, then went down for breakfast with the family. We both felt a special calm, a peaceful feeling as we walked into the kitchen and greeted mama and papa. As we sat eating breakfast, I looked and Joey's ring and he looked at mine and we smiled.

Our time together in my room had finally come to an end. We were both up earlier than usual for school because my mate Joey had to finish packing all his stuff so he could move back home tonight. We had decided that the words husband and wife were really not appropriate in our marriage and had started using the word "mate" to decribe our relationship to each other. As we went down the last flight of stairs, we could hear the TV in the kitchen as mama watched and listed as she prepared breakfast for us. She was up early too because she knew he would be picking up Joey's parents at the airport at 12:30 PM. She always gets up earlier than she had to when she has something extra to do.

"Joey, I am certainly glad that your parents are not coming home through Sarasota Bradenton Airport. The traffic there today will be horrible with the President visiting," she commented as she put our plates on the table

My second period was a study hall and I usually worked in the Media Center next to the library. When I walked in, Mrs. Hoffman was sitting at her desk, crying and watching TV behind her was the librarian and several students, all crying. I turned around and looked up on the wall at the TV. The top of the World Trade Center was on fire and black smoke was pouring out of it. As I stood there, my history teacher came in and asked if there was any more news. We stood there, staring at the screen in disbelief. The commentor said that it might have been a terror attack like the one that happened ten years ago because eye witnesses said the plane just flew straight and level right into the building, and the World Trade Center is not the kind of building that someone just flies into by accident. As the word spread, the Media Center became crowded with students and teachers. More and more they were talking about it being a terror attack. I knew it was real. I was right there but I was not there; cameras were showing people as close up as they could get jumping to their deaths from the windows rather than be burned alive. Everyone was crying, watching something that was real but not real and they were absolutely powerless to help. I tried to imagine the terror that all those people in the building were feeling. Then it happened! As we all stood there watching the smoke and flames, in a weird kind of slow motion, another plane looped into the picture from the upper right side of the TV screen. It turned, tipped its wings up, and disappeared behind the other World Trade Center building and then red flames and smoke exploded from the side of the building we could see. Another plane had smashed into the World Trade Center. Everyone knew it right then and there that this was no accident. Some wacko terrorists had done it. I heard my history teacher, who is usually very mild-mannered, blurt right out, "You fucking cock-sucking terrorist cowards!" The TV then switched to the President who was in Sarasota at some school. First they showed some guy walking up and whispering something to him and then they showed him coming back again and saying something and President looking very upset. I couldn't hear what was being said because I had been pushed to the back of the media center by the crowd of people packed in there. The banner on the bottom of the screen said that the President called what happened "an apparent attack on our country."

The bell sounded for third period. I didn't want to go, but I left through the library exit. My third period class was sociology and my teacher already had the TV in the classroom on an tuned to Fox News. She announced as she turned down the sound on the TV that, because of current events, she was suspending instruction and would take class time to watch what was happening. The news commentator, with a very worried look said that the FAA shut down the whole country. No planes were allowed to be flying. I thought right away about Joey's parents. Wher would they go? As the commentator was speaking he pressed his hand to his ear where he had a small ear phone, he paused with a look of disbelief on his face. He announced gravely that another commercial plane had just crashed into the Pentagon. We sat there in shock. Someone was attacking us. What would be next? Then the unbelievable happened. The second World Trade Center building just collapsed. It was like a dream. A big cloud of white-gray smoke and it was gone. I couldn't hold it back any more. I started sobbing and then cried, and I realized that I was watching thousands of people just die for no reason. They went to work, probably happy, doing their jobs with all their friends, and then they were gone. Some kids just got up and ran crying from the classroom. Another commercial plane crashed in Pennsylvania. People on the plane had called on cell phones to say hat they had been hijacked. A few minutes later, they evacuated the White House. Some of the kids' cell phones were ringing, as parents tried to reach their kids.

Fourth period ended, and went to lunch, but no lunch was served that day. They had moved a big screen TV into the cafeteria. As I walked in, I heard the commentator say that all inbound flights were being diverted to Canada and that fighter jets were told to shoot down any plane that refused to land. I thought of what Joey's parents must be feeling. I worried about how mama would react at the airport. I could not imagine what was going on at Tampa International. She tended to panic in crises. She did not have a cell phone so there was not way that any of us could get in touch with her. I hoped and prayed that she would be OK. Joey came into the cafeteria and saw me right away. He had been crying because he was afraid that the plane his parents were on might have been hijacked. I put my arms around him and told him that no overseas flight had been hijacked. I hugged him, but I was not alone. Kids were holding on to each other all over. Girls were hugging girls, boys were hugging boys, girls and boys were hugging. Some teachers had five or six kids around them holding on for dear life. Everyone was terrified. I could see lots of cars lining up in front of the school as waves of kids were being picked up by their parents. As we sat there holding each other, the split screens on the TV disappeared and we saw the other World Trade Center building fall. The giant antenna on top just sorta floated down, again in slow motion, on top of a cloud of gray smoke. It was terrible. I could not take it any more. I told Joey that we should get out of here and go home. The school security officer first tried to stop us in the parking lot, but he finally said, "Get the hell out of here, kids. "Go home!"

When we got home, we sat in front of the TV, watching constantly, never moving. Over and over, over and over, we saw both those building collapse, killing thousands and thousands of people. The commentator said that maybe five thousand people got killed when it happened. Even the firemen who were there trying to rescue people and fight the fire got caught when the buildings collapsed. No one really knew how many had died. Papa walked in just around 1 PM and sat next to us on the couch, never asking why we were home from school. He put his arm around both of us, never noticing that we had our arms around each other. The President was talking from an air base in Lousiana. He said that it was a sneak attack just like Pearl Harbor, and that we were gonna pay back the cowards who did it big time! Papa said later that the Coast Guard had ordered all commercial and private vessels back to port. A little later, the commentator on Fox News said that the President was at another air base and that the Navy had dispatched aircraft carriers and guided missile destroyers to New York and Washington and that around the country, fighters, airborne radar and refueling planes had scrambled. The North American Aerospace Defense Command had gone to its highest alert. As we clicked from news channel to news channel on the satellite, looking for some new information, papa summed everything up, "Boys, we are at war!" Mama walked in at that moment in tears and holding Theo's hand. At first, Joey and I were afraid that the plane his parents were on hand been hijacked too. She sat down and told Joey his parents were safe and that their flight had been diverted to Canada. All of us sat there with our arms around each other, crying partially for those who all those who had died and partially out of fear. No one seemed to know when the next wave of attacks would come or where they would be. By Eleven at night, no new information was available. The plane that had crashed in Pennsylvania was hijacked but the passengers revolted and crashed the plane rather than kill innocent people. The news commentator said that they thought the target for that plane had been the White House. Everyone one was exhausted, emotionally drained.

"Joey," mama said, "You are staying here tonight. I took the folding bed back to Mr. Zenakis and it is too late to go get it again. You can either sleep here on the couch or sleep with Dimi. Whatever you want, dear. Dimi will let you wear his clothes to school tomorrow rather than have you unpack again."

"I'm afraid to be alone. I'm really scared. I wanna sleep with Dimi tonight,"Joey said sincerely.

"Mama do we really have to go to school tomorrow? I want to stay home and be safe." I begged because I was really afraid of what might happen tomorrow, some of the news people had said this guy Bin Laden, who everybody thought was behind it, might have nuclear bombs he got from the Russians.

"Me too, please!" added Joey sincerely.

Mama looked at papa and he shook his head in agreement, and then she said that we could stay home tomorrow.

We went up to my room to get ready for bed. Joey turned on the TV and continued to watch the news as we undressed. I was just about to turn down the bed when mama knocked on the door frame and walked in with a pillow and blanket for Joey. We were standing there in our underpants and Joey was embarrassed so he quickly covered himself with his T-shirt. Fortunately, neither of us was hard. After what happened today, sex was the last thing on our minds. After she turned down the bed she kissed me good night on the forehead and then went over to Joey and kissed him too. As she was closing the door, she said that she knew we were frightened but that we should try to sleep. I got into bed and then Joey finally turned off the TV and got into bed next to me. We put our arms around each other and shortly began to sob. Joey suggested that it would be a good idea to pray for all the people who got killed. I agreed and we got up, knelt by the bed and prayed out loud for them and then for all the kids that lost their parents. We got back in bed, kissed and held each other tightly. We did not make love; we cried and eventually fell asleep.

As it turned out, there really was no school the next day. Seventy-five percent of the student did not attend. Everyone one was afraid what would happen next. The FBI was investigating Florida because some of the people who flew those planes learned how to fly right at the airport where Costas kept his private plane! Everyone was waiting for the next attack to come. Some said that the Russians had lost as many as one hundred suitcase nuclear bombs and that Bin Laden had them. Others said that the next attack would be using germs. Nobody knew what to do. Rather than wait for flights to resume, Joey's parents rented a car and drove home. Everyone was glad to see them home safe.

On Friday, we had another problem to worry about. There was a tropical storm named Gabrielle coming ashore down near Fort Myers. There was tons of rain and wind and flooding. Papa spent the day on the boat with his crew making sure that it was safe. He would not let me help because he said it was too dangerous to be out in the storm. We also had to rely on only regular TV because the satellite TV would not work with the torrential rains that were falling. Some homes near us were flooded out. Rather than wait for flights to resume, Joey's parents rented a car and drove home. Everyone was glad to see them home safe. They let Joey stay with me until they got settled back in their own place. They had to have the water turned back on and the telephone Most of all, all the luggage that they brought back from Greece was still either in Canada or someplace else. Joey was still sleeping in my bed because mama thought it was silly to borrow the folding bed for a short time.

It was 10 PM and we were in my room watching TV, listening to all the damage reports about Gabrielle. It was strange not to hear that much about the terrorist attack, but local news was important with a tropical storm raging and the local networks took care of local needs first. I was on line, trying to get in touch with a Greek kid, a friend of mine in New York City. Everytime I called on the phone I got the message that all circuits were busy. As I tried calling him on messenger, my Letterbox program told me that I had mail. I previewed it and it was an email from Jimmy, a guy I had chatted with off and on on MSN messenger. He wanted to know if Joey and I were OK with the storm and all that had happened. He also wanted to know if Joey's parents had gotten home safely. He lives in Bonita Springs, which is on the south side of the storm and was getting hit harder. He was one of the guys who wrote to me about the first story that I wrote and sent to Boysworld and we became online friends. I think he is older than he says but he seems nice. I emailed him back that we were OK, and that Joey's parents had arrived safely. Joey had just gotten into bed. He had closed and locked the bedroom door. I looked over and he was laying on his side with his head on his elbow, smiling. He was naked and hard. Just as I started to turn off the computer the power went out. I stood up, undressed and got into bed. By the time I undressed I was hard. We held each other for a while, kissed, then balloon sucked and then I laid between his legs and placed my dick right along side his and he wrapped his legs around mine and began rubbing the back of my thighs. Soon my dick began slipping wildly in the cum that I had put on my love's stomach. I reached down and smeared my hand with some of it, licked it, and then kissed him. While we still in an embrace, we rolled over so that he was on top. He began a thrusting motion in a way that his balls and the space between them and his asshole was rubbing the length of my dick. As he felt my legs beneath him stiffen, he thrusted faster, and soon my stomach was covered with my cum. He slid down, licked some up and kissed me. We then smeared our class rings, our secret wedding bands, with each other's cum.and fell asleep naked on top of each other with the fingers of both our hands interlocked.

School was closed Monday for a teacher preparation day, so Joey and I spent the day together kayaking out in the Gulf. Even though there was no school, we had to go to wrestling practice at 3 PM. Rather than go all the way home, I stayed at Joey's and we planned to go to practice from there. There was no one home. His mother worked as a volunteer at the hospital and his father was at his company's law office in Tampa. Joey and I sat on the living room couch, watching the news as we had everyday since the terrorist attack. More and more, it looked like we were going to attack Afghanistan where Bin Laden was. As the news commentator rehashed everything, we began kissing and soon Joey was on the living room floor with his shorts and underwear off and his T-shirt hiked up over his neck. I wanted him so bad that I did not bother to take my shorts and underpants off. I just dropped them and began dry-fucking him. He had his legs wrapped around me and was frantically rubbing the back of my thighs. I moaned loudly as I thrust faster and faster. Joey began thrusting his hips in time with me; I was just about to cum when I heard the front door open. We had no place to hide. We were out in the open, doing it. In the doorway stood Joey's father. We were in plain view. He saw everything. I could see the anger, the rage it in his face! "Oxo!" he screamed as he ran over and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me off his son. He threw me toward the door, again screaming as I have never heard anyone scream, "Oxo," which is Greek for "Get Out!" I was laying on the floor, my shorts and underpants down. I had started to cry. I stood up, started to pull them up and he screamed again to get out or he would call the police. I ran from the house in terror.

It was the end. I knew it. I drove around town for hours, trying to decide what to do. I knew that by now my parents knew what I had done with Joey. I had nowhere to go so I eventually went home to what I knew would be something horrible. I walked in and both my parents were sitting there waiting for me. Papa had that look on his face; his rage was growing by the second. Mama had been crying and her voice trembled when she told me to go to my room. I went upstairs, closed the door, and sat on the edge of my bed, crying. I was terrified. I had been sitting there and hour, crying trembling with fear. I finally undressed, got in bed, turned off the light and pulled the blanket over me completely, as if I were trying to hide from the world.

Without warning, the door flew off its hinges. Papa had kicked it open and turned on the light. Screaming in Greek, he stormed to my bed and pulled the blanket off me and lifted me from the bed by my hair.

"What have you done? You have disgraced the family! We trusted you and this is how you behave?" he screamed only an inch from my face.

When I tried to answer, it only enraged him more. He slapped me across the face with such force that I though he broke my jaw. I tried to answer again and that only made him angrier. He punched me in the stomach and screamed at the top of his lungs, "pousda." I doubled over and he grabbed my hair and punched me in the face, again screaming "pousda." Foolishly, I tried to tell him I was sorry but black rage consumed him. He took off his garrison belt and began beating me relentlessly, screaming over and over with each stroke of the belt, "pousda." He gabbed me by the hair again, tore my underpants off me, and grabbed my limp dick and almost lifted me off the ground by it, screaming that this [meaning my dick] has committed a sin beyond forgiveness, a sin against nature. He spun me around by my dick and threw me on the bed. He began beating me everywhere with the garrison belt. This time the buckle end was hitting me with each stroke, cutting into me. I crawled off the bed and into the corner of the room and tried to cover myself with my arms. He continued beating me. I could see a pool of blood on the floor. I was bleeding. There was blood in my eyes and on my hands. I could see blood on my legs. I could hear mama screaming in the background for him to stop but he did not hear her. Finally, she, I guess in desperation, got between him and me, protecting me with her body. Papa stopped, his hand hanging in mid-air, dropped the belt and stormed from the room. I still huddled in the corner covered in blood, my arms and hands protecting my face and head. She got down next to and pulled me into her arms and held me tightly. I was crying uncontrollably. She sat on the bed and drew me up onto her lap and, crying, tried to wipe the blood from me with a pillowcase. As hysterical as I was, I still felt shame, shame that I was naked in front of my mother. I tried to cover myself, but she moved my hands away and proceeded to wipe the blood from that area too. She took me into the bathroom and put me in shower, turned it on, and washed me from head to toe. All I could see what red water running down the drain, but had never felt shame like I felt at that moment.

Mama dried me off in the shower. Some of the cuts were pretty bad. She put gauze pads over them but decided that she better take me to the emergency room. She dressed me the way she had done when I was a little kid. She opened the bureau drawer and got clean underpants and put them on me, a fresh T-shirt, and shorts. I was still crying and sobbing uncontrollably. She called uncle Constantine, who is a detective here in town, and he said he would meet us at the emergency room. When we arrived, he was already there and we got taken in right away. I had a cut on my lip that needed three stitches. There were lacerations all over my stomach and chest. I was beginning to get a black eye. The doctor was concerned about soft tissue damage especially around my groin area, which was severely brushed and cut. Even my dick was black and blue. He was going to do x-rays and some kind of scan to find out. As he stitched my lip, he commented that I must have made some real bad enemies to be beaten up by a gang like that. Uncle Constantine understood the situation and what had happened with papa and had told the people in the hospital I had been beaten up by unknown assailants probably associated with a gang. While I was alone in the treatment room, uncle Constantine came in and told me that he had told the doctor that I was also forced to perform oral sex on one of my assailants and that he wanted the doctor to do an HIV test on me and also follow-up tests down the road. He didn't seem upset. Maybe it was because he saw stuff like this all the time in his job.

I was out of school for a week, and I dreaded going back. I had gotten one email from Joey telling me that he was sorry about everything and that his parents were sending to a school in Greece for teens with emotional problems. I answered his email, but he never replied. I was not allowed to drive Costas' Blazer to school. I had to ride the bus. I knew right away when I got to the bus stop that the word had spread. All the kids looked at me real funny and would not talk to me. When I went to my locker, someone had put a letter "P" on it in white shoe polish. I knew what the "P" stood for, "Pousda." It was the same in all classes. The looks were always the same. Even the teachers knew and I got looks from them too. I could feel the tears building up in me. I thought to myself, "how can I take this every day, day after day?" Lunch was perhaps the most brutal of all. I sat alone at a table, poking at my macaroni and cheese with a fork. Kids started beating their hands on their tables, and then, a few and then a lot started chanting, "Dimi is gay! Dimi is gay! Dimi is gay!" I ran out the door of the cafeteria, through the parking lot and off school grounds. I ran and ran and ran. I didn't know where I was going but I ran.

Eventually I ended up at home. Nobody was there. I could not find where papa had put the keys to the Blazer. I knew that I had to get away. I went to my room, opened the drawer of my desk and got my ATM card. I knew I would need money wherever I went. As I closed the drawer, I saw it, the lock of Joey's hair that I had cut off the first night, I took it and put it in a mojo bag that I had made in scouts and put it around my neck. I lifted the desk blotter and took the key Costas had given me. If I could get to his place, I would be safe for a while because nobody knew I had the key and he was in Crete. I went to the ATM and withdrew all my funds, $350.00, and began hitchhiking away from town. I ended up at Lutz on Route 41. From there I went to Providence, hitched down Route 17 to Punta Gorda and back up Route 41 to Venice. I arrived at Costas' house at four in the morning. His was the only house on the street so nobody saw me. I entered the alarm code he gave me, unlocked the door, and went in and turned the alarm back on. I went into his study which was in the middle of the house and had no windows. I closed the door and turned on the light, and fell asleep on the couch there, holding Joey's lock of hair.

I woke up the next morning and realized that I was a kid on the run. Everyone would be looking for me. I turned on the TV and watched the 8 AM news. There was nothing about a runaway 17 year old boy. I knew that I could not stay at Costas' place indefinitely. There wasn't much food in the house and I had only the clothes I was wearing. Having money is no good unless you can go out and spend it freely. I decided I needed to hook up with someone or get advice from someone. I knew that Costas' phone was still on because of the alarm system. I tried calling his cell phone, but I was told that it was not in service. Then I remembered Jimmy in Bonita Springs. I did not know his phone number but I did remember his email address. Costas used Satellite DSL, and he had it turned off while he was away, but he did have a regular modem in his computer. I dialed the 800 number to find local access numbers for my service and there was one right in Venice. I called that number and then went to my web-based email service and sent Jimmy and email telling him what had happened. I checked every hour on the hour to see if I had gotten an answer. I did nothing else but pace the floor, cry, and watch the news. I was really really hurting and I wished I had taken my prescription painkillers with me when I ran but it was too late for that now. I found a bottle of ouzo in Costas' liquor cabinet and that became my painkiller.

I received an answer from Jimmy at 11:45 PM that night. He wanted to know where I was in Venice. He said that he would come and get me right away and that it was about an hour and a half to Venice on the Interstate. I emailed him directions to the house and told him not to bang on the windows or anything like that because of the alarm. I said that I would be looking for him and I would come out through the garage door. I sat there in the dark in a chair in front of a window, waiting. At 1:30 AM an old pickup truck pulled into the driveway. I turned off the alarm and put it on 1 minute arm reset and went out through the garage to meet Jimmy face to face for the first time.

"Hey, little brother, How you doin'" he said as he stuck his head out the window.

"Get in quick so we can get movin'"

I hopped in and we were off. Jimmy was a lot older than I thought, maybe 39 or even 40, but he was the only one I knew that I could have called. He seemed nice and really concerned about my safety. He was really pissed at papa for beating me up and even more pissed about uncle Constantine covering it up. I took us an hour and a half to get to his place, a secluded trailer on a dirt road in Bonita Springs. When we went inside the trailer, he sat down in an old chair and said:

"Let me get a good look at you, Dimi. Wow, you are one beautiful kid even beaten up!"

I sat down on the couch, and groaned as I did so. Jimmy asked me what was wrong and I told him that I left my pain medicine at home when I ran and I was hurting. He went to the kitchen cabinet and got a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, saying, "this is the second best pain medicine in the world." We drank a lot and after a while I could hardly stand let alone talk. Jimmy said that I had had enough and that is was time for bed. He took me into his bedroom and sat down on the bed.

"Let's see what you look really like," he said and began to undress me. I didn't want him to undress me, but I was so drunk that I really didn't care. He took off my shirt and kissed my nipples. Then he opened the night table drawer and took out a digital camera and took my picture. He yanked down my shorts and pushed me over onto the bed and took another picture of me with them half down. He reached inside the opening in my briefs and took out my dick and took another picture. He pulled down my underpants and took a close-up of my dick.

"You are so hot, " he said as he began to suck my dick, pushing his tongue inside my foreskin and chewing on it.

Even drunk, I began to get hard. He sucked me for a little while longer, then he pulled off my shorts and underpants completely and I was naked on his bed. He got up and took off all his clothes and got back on the bed. He rolled me over on my stomach and grabbed my hips and pulled me up so I was kneeling and pushed my head down and held it so my ass was up in the air. He spread my legs wide with his knees, and I yelled in pain when he shoved his dick all the way into me with one violent thrust. The bed bounced and rattled as he fucked me and I moaned in real pain because he was hurting me a lot.

"You're a good boy, Dimi." I liked that a lot.

"I feel like shit,"I moaned and sobbed, "You fuckin; hurt me bad! I wanna leave!"

"You're ready for the first, best pain medicine," He joked, ignoring what I said about leaving. I was too drunk to get up let alone leave and he knew it.

He walked out of the bedroom and returned with a plastic bag filled with white power, a mirror and a straw. Even drunk I knew what it was. He put a line on the mirror and told me to use the straw. I was drunk and I didn't care -- as long as it took away the pain. I did it. And I did it again and again. Almost immediately I was flying, stoned out for the first time in my life. The pain was gone. I felt great like I was just floating. I looked up and there was a bunch guys in front of me. They were all naked and hard. Soon I imagined I was sucking them and swallowing their cum. Then I had two dicks in my mouth at one time, while I had another one up the ass. One was sucking on me and biting hard on my foreskin. There was blood coming from it where his teeth and been. They were twisting me in all sorts of weird positions. I thought one of them was putting a little bat up my ass...like the ones they use in small meat grinders. Then someone had his ass right up against my face and I was rimming his asshole. All this time, I kept seeing bright flashes of light, and then I realized that Jimmy was taking pictures of everything. I wasn't dreaming! All this was happening. One after the other, they fucked me up the ass. And then they did a second round of fucking. The camera kept flashing all the while.

I woke up the next morning naked in bed with Jimmy. He was already awake and rubbing my nipples. I looked down at my dick. There was dried blood on the foreskin. I had not been dreaming. But I was hurting bad, real bad.

"Do you want some more of that painkiller you had last night?" He laughed.

"Yes" I begged.

I don't know how long I spent in the trailer with Jimmy. Time had no meaning for me anymore. Most of the time, I liked to be in my magical world, floating. Jimmy made sure that I always had all the painkiller I needed. Of course, each time I took it, soon afterwards, others appeared. They were never the same guys. There were different ones every time. A few times, kids my age and younger were there too doing stuff to me or I was doing stuff to them. Sometimes, they were tied up and I was beating them or burning them with cigarettes. Other times I was being beaten. The only constant through everything was the flashes of light from Jimmy's camera. Everyone started calling me Pretty Boy. They told me that was my name and I should always remember it and say it.

One morning I woke up and Jimmy was not naked in bed with me. I got scared. I knew I needed my painkiller and he always gave it to me. I looked out the window and saw him loading his pickup truck. He came in and gave me a ragged pair of jeans, old sneakers, a sweatshirt, and a heavy jacket and told me to get dressed because we were moving up north to Virginia. He gave me some painkiller and we left. As we went north it got colder and colder. There was snow on the ground in Virginia, lots of it. When we got to our new home, it was so cold, I was shivering. It was a big trailer in the woods. We went inside and Jimmy put me in a room with another boy and locked the door. The kid was real good looking with blonde hair and blue eyes and maybe sixteen years old, but he couldn't speak English. I think what he was speaking sounded like Russian. Jimmy and some other guy came into the room and gave us both our pain medicine. He gave it to us with needles and said that it would work faster that way. They took off our clothes and took us into the big room. There was only a mattress on the floor and a lot of naked guys standing around real hard. There were floodlights in the room and a big video camera and monitor. The Russian boy and I did everything with each other. We sucked and fucked. He pissed in my mouth and ass. He pulled my foreskin over my head and chewed on it. One time he put a big sausage in me and then ate it. Another time all the guys standing around fucked us up the ass, one after the other. Then they put the Russian boy on all fours and spread his legs wide and four of the guys held him down in that position. I got underneath him on my back and they held me too as I sucked him while he sucked me. While we were sucking each other, they brought in a huge black dog and put it on him and it started fucking him up the ass. Even high, I knew it was sick, but I would do anything for my painkiller. I could see blood beginning to ouze from boy's asshole and run down the inside of the his leg as I sucked him and the dog fucked him madly. As the fucking became even more violent, there was much more blood and drops of blood began spattering on my shoulders, face and chest. I knew the boy was in unbelievable agony 'cause he was digging his finger nails deep into my back, biting me as he sucked, and struggling uselessly to break free from those holding him down. I turned my head to the side once as I sucked him and I could see part of his face as he sucked me. I could see unbelievable pain and terror in his blue eyes that looked at me hysterically and helplessly. I heard a choking, gurgling sound as he tried to scream in terror and pain, but they held his head, pushing up and down on my dick. Even though I was very stoned, I knew the reality of what was happening over me and wondered if I would be next. Then the lights went out and it was dark.

I woke up the next morning, and I was freezing. I was naked and alone in the trailer, still spattered with the other boy's blood. I had pulled some old blankets over me in the nighttime to stay warm. Nobody was there. Jimmy was not there with my painkiller. I didn't know what to do. I needed it real bad. The pain was getting worse by the minute. I found my clothes in the corner next to the Russian boy's, got dressed, and went outside to look for Jimmy but I couldn't find him. I put the Russian boy's sweatshirt and jacket on top of mine, wrapped myself in the blanket and followed the road that went away from the trailer, hoping to find him. I didn't. The road led to another road. I looked both ways and I couldn't see anyone or anything. There were no houses . . . just a road. I was alone. I wrapped the blanket around me even tighter to stay warm and sat Indian-style against a power pole and began to fall asleep.

"What the hell happened to this kid? Kid, what are you doing out here? What's your name?" Someone said, shaking me. I looked up, almost still asleep. I had trouble focusing at first. It was a policeman.

"My name is . ." I said, faltered, and then stopped.

"What's your name?" he demanded.

I wanted to say "Pretty Boy" but I knew that wasn't it.

I tried to remember my name. I tried real hard, but I couldn't remember so I answered "I dunno."

"This kid is stoned out of his skull," I heard the policeman say. "Let's take him in."

The next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital. Mama and papa were sitting in chairs by my bed. Mama was praying. There was another kid with them; it was Theo, but he looked older. Little by little, with a lot of help from my family and psychiatrists I was able to put together what happened to me. I had run away eight months ago. When the police found me by the side of the road in Virginia, I was high and addicted to cocaine and other drugs; I was malnourished and very ill. I had a bunch of infections. They had to circumcise me because my foreskin looked like it had been gnawed by an animal. I had STD's, and worst of all, I tested positive for HIV. Because of my drug addition, I had gotten involved in doing pornography to support my habit. Althoough the police had no clues who the people were I was with and there was no trailer or road where I said it would be in Bonita Springs, they did find the Russian boy's body naked in the woods, surrounded by red stained snow; I knew that what I had gone through was real.

Eventually I was released from the hospital but had to continue counseling and drug rehab but the best thing of all was going home. Mama and papa had accepted that I was different and had learned to live with it. I walked around my room looking at everything like it was new to me. I glanced at the book still on my desk, "Dark Descent: The Evolution of Horror." I laughed out loud and said, "Yeah, right. I know what horror really is! It's what I know goes on behind those pictures and cameras now -- and it ain't make-believe!" As I sat on the edge of my bed, I began to cry. I was happy to be home. I was happy to be alive after what I had gone through. Mama came into my room, sat down next to me and hugged me. She handed me something. She said the police told her that I was holding it so tightly when they put me in the car that they had trouble getting it away from me. It was my mojo bag, and it still contained that golden lock of Joey's hair and his class ring with his name inscribed inside, our secret wedding band. She said that the police first thought that I was Joey when they found me because of it. I didn't want to have any secrets ever again, so I told her why it was so special to me.

"Dimi," mama said as she hugged me, "if it is meant to be, it is meant to be. We can never understand why things happen the way they do. Maybe all the bad was meant to be too so that your love will grow stronger. Only time will tell."

I would have to take my high school equivalency test to graduate, but that was no big deal after all I had been through. I was sitting in the living room studying on my own when the phone rang. Mama answered it and told me that it was for me.

I walked over and took the phone and said hello.

"Hey, Dimi dude, wazzup?" was what I heard.

It was Joey calling from Greece! I began crying with delight when I heard his voice. He too had worked it out with his parents; they were not completely happy about his orientation but a psychiatrist had convinced them that it was in their son's best interests to accept what is rather than demand what was impossible. It felt so good to talk to him. His parents had told him what I had gone through so I didn't have to relive the nightmare by telling him what I had been through. I got two additional surprises that day; mama and papa told me after the call that they had booked me on a flight to Greece on August 5 of this year so I could be with Joey and come back from Greece with him when he returned in September. Joey's father also called in some big favors and we will be both attending FSU in September 2003. I sat down on the couch again, took my majo bag from around my neck, and put Joey's ring on the ring finger of my left hand again and smiled.