Pop

The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author. If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the inter-relationships of males of differing ages. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.

Pop

Chapter 14

On the Friday before Christmas, after the boys arrived home from school to start their Christmas Holidays, we had a little Christmas gathering in our apartment with Betty Grolier. After she left, we did not expect to see or hear from her again until we were into the New Year. Once again the best of plans often don't work the way you expect.

"Hello, Betty." I responded to a call to the phone on Saturday evening. "I certainly wasn't expecting to hear from you."

"Well, I didn't expect to be talking to you either, David," she replied, "except I have a very unusual situation on my hands and you're the only person I could think of to call." I noted the stressed and serious tone in Betty's voice.

"What can we do for you, Betty ?" I asked, cutting directly to the point of the call.

"David, I am monitoring a thirteen year old boy," she explained, "who saw his Mother murdered with a hammer by his deranged Father this evening. He has a nine year old brother who was not there at the time. These boys have no one in the world. There are no relatives, or close family friends. If I put them into the system, they will be separated and they desperately need each other right now. Greg, the thirteen year old, would not get the therapeutic support for weeks which he is needing right now. A good foster home, even if I had one which could accept two boys, would not be able to appreciate the problems attached to this. I know it's an imposition even at a normal time of year, much less four days before Christmas, but I need your help, David. These boys need you. Would you consider taking them into your family for awhile ?"

I knew from what Betty was saying, this would be a very difficult time for these boys and she was right, they did need to remain together. It was vitally essential. This was not a decision I could take on myself though. There were five of us who lived here and only if the others were willing could I agree.

"Betty, can you call me back in five minutes ?" I asked. She agreed and after hanging up the telephone I called our three boys and Dex together in our lounge area. I told them all the essentials of the situation, reserving the specific details for Dex until later. Timmy and Tom looked crestfallen and glanced nervously at each other.

"Does this mean we have to leave ?" Timmy asked hesitantly. I was stunned. It had not occurred to me for some time the boys were still concerned about their place here.

"Absolutely not." Dex stated forcefully. "This is your home." He turned to me for assurance.

"Pop told us, we would try it out for awhile and see if we all liked it." Tom replied.

"I'm sorry guys." I told them. "When no one said anything further, I just went ahead and thought it was settled. As far as I'm concerned, this is your home for as long as you want to be here." They looked at each other and then charged over to me from their seats, embracing me in a huge hug. The hug shifted over to include Dex as well.

"We weren't sure, Pop." Tom spoke to me softly.

"We love you guys." I assured them. Your home is with me......with us. Just remember who you belong to."

"Yes, Sir." they each responded coming to attention and then broke into laughter, their faces bright and smiling. We then quickly discussed the pending situation and all four were very clear in their agreement to have the new boys join us. When Betty called back, I told her and she sounded greatly relieved, arranging to bring them over within half an hour.

Chapter 15

When the buzzer rang, I went down in the elevator to admit Betty and our two new residents. What I found at our front door was not what I had expected. Betty stood outside the glass doors with a young boy clinging to her waist, wailing out a mournful lament which was somewhere between crying and a droning howl. There was not a tear in his eyes, but he was so focused on producing his mournful wail, he was unable to stop. The second boy, very similar in appearance to the first, but obviously older from his size, stood beside her, staring straight ahead, silent, seemingly uncaring, or more likely unaware of the ruckus being vocalized by his sibling.

"How long has this been going on ?" I asked Betty after she had guided them into the entryway.

"Brian's been howling about three hours." she replied. "Greg called 911 when everything happened, but was in this state when the police arrived and has been the same ever since." I went over to the Snack Bar and drew a large pitcher of cool water from the sink tap. Returning to Betty, I showed her a chair to sit in and lifted the wailing boy onto her lap. I lay my hand on the back of Brian's head and tilting it back slightly, turned it toward me. Placing the large container to his lips, I started a slow trickle of water into his mouth. When sufficient liquid accumulated, he stopped his wail and swallowed. At that point I increased the flow slightly, so he was forced to continue swallowing. He removed his grip on Betty and grabbed hold of my arm with one hand and the container with the other.

I would not allow him to stop the flow totally, but reduced it, so he could take a breath. After about ten swallows, I halted the flow. We had broken his cycle and Betty then cuddled him protectively. I poured some water into a glass and she continued giving him sips of the water to re-hydrate his throat and relax his vocal cords by swallowing.

I was hopeful snapping Greg out of his semi-catatonic state was going to be as effective. Obviously the trauma of what he had seen sent him into shock and his mind was trying to shut itself down, so he wouldn't have to remember and face what had happened. I stood in front of the boy about an arm's length from him. Tilting his head, so his seemingly sightless eyes were directed into mine, I stared back into his eyes for about a minute, while speaking to him quietly. Without any indication or warning, I swung my arms together quickly, so my hands met and clapped loudly right below his chin. At the same moment I shouted his name loudly.

He gave a startled jerk and his eyes focused onto me. There was about a five second pause and then he began to cry. I reached out to him and guided him as he stepped in toward me, placing his head tightly against the curve between my neck and collar bone. I wrapped my arms around him securely and we stood there rocking while he cried intensely. After two or three minutes, the intensity of his tears and crying diminished and after five minutes we were standing silently together, still rocking back and forth. Eventually he lifted his head away from the crook of my neck and hesitantly looked around. His gaze halted on his brother.

"Where are we ?" Greg asked, almost in a whisper. He began to again look around. I released the hug I had on him and moved around, but made certain one of my arms remained in contact with him as I guided him over to where his brother and Betty sat.

"You are in my Health Club and home." I answered. "My name is David Merrill and this is Ms. Grolier from Children's Services. You've been brought here to see if you would like to stay with me and my family." The boys looked around.

"Who's your family ?" Brian asked in a raspy croak, finally finding the courage to attempt to say something.

"They're upstairs in our apartment." I replied. "How be we all go up there now and meet them ?" The boys glanced at each other and then moved along with Betty and me as we walked toward the elevator. My one arm remained around Greg's shoulder and he continued to be content to have it there. They both seemed more settled now and were starting to interact with us and the environment. The elevator took us to the third floor quickly and we were soon stepping into the apartment. Dex and the boys were sitting in the lounge area. I performed introductions.

"Want us to show you which room is yours ?" Timmy enthusiastically asked taking Brian by the hand. As he moved off the new boys just moved along with him. All four were suddenly gone. While I was downstairs, Dex had the boys help him set up a bedroom for the new pair, somehow sensing they should room together. The question of Greg and Brian staying seemed to be settled. Bill, Betty, Dex and I sat in the lounge area. I felt Bill was mature enough to hear the truth about what had happened. We told him and Dex what had kept us so long downstairs.

"David, I understand about the water and breaking the cycle with Brian," Betty commented, "but what happened with Greg ?"

"It was basically the same thing." I responded. "Brian was focused in a physical loop which he couldn't break. Greg was focused in a mental loop and that mental concentration needed to be interrupted to allow the emotion which was driving it to be vented. He likely slipped into the loop after he called 911 as a way of coping and withdrawing from the events around him."

"I take it there will be more to deal with yet." Dex stated.

"Yes, I'm afraid we may have a few very sleepless nights coming up. We likely won't end up sleeping in our own bed some nights, so dig out your fancy pajamas." I counseled. "We will see some anxiety during the daytime too, so we will have to keep track of how each of them is releasing it. Be alert to possible aggressive behaviour from Greg. Likely toward Brian, his younger brother, rather than our boys."

"I'll watch for that." Bill volunteered.

"One of us will have to be with them all the time, I take it." Dex speculated. "We'll have to fill Brenda in tomorrow morning in case we both get tied up, or called away. We had best let John and Cliff know also. They are coming over here in the morning as well."

"Having Bill aware of the potential problems will be a big help." I noted, smiling at him. "He is most often with the younger boys when we are not around." We made further arrangements with Betty about the boys' clothes and schooling and soon she was gone.

"Hey, Pop," Tom questioned as they returned, "Ms. Grolier gone so soon ?" They all came back into the living area at the same time, appearing to move as a mass, rather than individuals. Tom plopped down on the couch up tight against Dex, purposefully invading Dex's personal space. I saw him nudge Dex a couple times with his elbow and I recognized the new boys taking note of it as well. Apparently possessions and ownership were being established. Timmy came over and wedging himself between my knees, slid up onto my lap.

"She's had a busy day, boys." I told them all. "She said, she would come over for awhile tomorrow afternoon and visit with all of you. So, guys. Was the room okay ?" Greg and Brian both responded positively.

"Why don't you come and sit over here with us, Greg ?" I asked, raising my arm to present a haven for him. "I'm sure Dex has room for you on his other side, Brian, between him and Bill."

"I sure do." Dex announced, likewise creating a shelter on his open side. Both boys slid into the offered spaces. We sat and all talked quietly for awhile.

It was getting pretty late, 10:30 all ready, so I suggested a snack for everyone before we headed to our beds. This was met with enthusiastic acceptance by everyone, even Dexter. After we were certain no one had been left hungry, it was showers for everyone and then into bed. Dex and I made sure the two new boys were settled and they understood where to find us during the night, if necessary. We went in to talk with the new boys for awhile while they settled.

"How you doing, Greg ?" I asked as we entered their room. I went over and sat on the side of his bed.

"I'm okay, Mr. Merrill." he replied, but his tone was very flat and lifeless.

"You've had a very hard day, Son." I comforted him. "As hard to do as it may seem, you need to relax and let everything leave your mind. Too many thoughts are just going to make it harder for you to sleep." I reached over and stroked my fingers through his hair. Dex similarly comforted Brian. "You forget about everything for tonight and we can talk in the morning. By the way, the boys here call me, Pop. Is that all right for you and Brian ?"

"Yes, Sir, Pop." he replied after looking over to Brian for a nod of agreement. He replied with the first smile I had seen crack his face. We stayed with them, stroking their hair softly for another five minutes as they drifted off to sleep. Greg was physically and mentally exhausted and I hoped he would sleep soundly throughout the night. Brian was basically in the same state.

We all had a peaceful night's sleep and for the nights to come, the abominations of life were blocked from the dreams of our young residents. Betty and I worked with Greg to help him deal with the reality of his mother's death and his father's responsibility. He was able, with guidance to expose and deal with the anger and horror held tightly within him. Both he and Brian also faced their sorrow and grief over the loss of their parents.

Most important to Greg and Brian's recovery and stability was the enthusiasm and friendship provided by Bill, Tom and Timmy. The four youngest boys became constant companions, playing, working and learning together. Bill was a constant presence, carefully watching the interaction between the other four. The adults with whom they all related were supportive, but it was my two younger boys who led their two new brothers through the worst of the upsets and uncertainties they needed to face and resolve. Tom's unique view of things became a buffer for Greg as the two of them became practically joined at the hip.

Given the circumstances within our household, we settled for a quiet Christmas of togetherness, rather than an energetic celebration of the season. Those closest to us understood and beyond that it didn't matter. Brenda, as usual, came to our rescue and on Christmas morning as Cliff and John passed presents out, there were several items for both Greg and Brian, which had been neatly wrapped and placed under the tree. There was also a present from each of them to each of the others, signed from, `Greg, Brian & Santa'.

The excitement of Christmas morning was as energetic and rambunctious as in many other North American households. The newness of everything to Tom and Timmy was soon countered by the experienced sophistication of Greg and Brian who guided them through standard activities of exploring their Christmas stockings, eating Christmas breakfast and opening presents while seated around the tree.

Everyone received surprises as they opened the presents others had selected for them. Dex told me, shopping for me was the most difficult task he had ever undertaken.

"You already have everything you want or need." he griped. "I had to go to one of those adult stores to find you something unique. I don't know if I should admit this or not, but I'd never been in one before."

"You could have taken me." Billy trumpeted.

"We'd have gone with you." John added.

"Yeah, I could just see you two holding up everything in the store and making sure I was totally embarrassed." Dex responded to the grinning Troopers. "And as for you, little man," he teased Billy, "you better not let me catch you anywhere near one of those places for at least the next twenty five years." Everyone laughed at the look on Billy's face, until he finally joined the laughter.

My Christmas gift for Dex had been simple, once I realized what he really needed. The question was, what do you get a Personal Trainer/Manager who has a fully equipped gym two floors beneath him. First you tell him his present is in the Health Club. When you all ride down in the elevator, you point him to the end of a length of ribbon at the Reception Desk. He follows the ribbon until it finally leads him to an envelope with a big bow surrounding it, attached to the front doors. When he opens the envelope he finds a contract and deed which make him a full partner in the Club. He now owns 50% of the place. Dex was so stunned he could barely breathe and had to sit down for a few minutes. When he looked into my eyes, I knew, it was absolutely the right gift. If Dex ever wondered in any way about my commitment to him and our relationship, it was now resolved.

The afternoon was spent examining and testing all the new treasures the boys had collectively received, with the exception of Bill's new laptop computer, which was carefully placed in his room with heavy threats from him relating to anyone touching it without his permission and presence. Dex broke up the afternoon by taking the boys for a swim in the pool downstairs.

"How are the new boys doing ?" Brenda inquired, after the others had gone. "They seem to be really settling in and quite happy."

"The intensified counseling Betty and I have been doing has helped them to cope with a lot of the angst which they were experiencing." I replied. "I think the worst has passed. There may be some troublesome dreams yet, but the general prognosis is very encouraging." When Brenda didn't comment I turned from what I was doing and found her standing staring at me.

"I've met a lot of different people in my time," she said. "but I haven't often met anyone who appeared to be one thing and was in fact something very different." She continued to stare at me. "You own health spas, yet you have the skill and knowledge to counsel traumatized children and draw them back from the edges of Hell. You use words like `angst', as if they were your everyday language. You sit back and watch people and evaluate how they think and feel."

"No more than you do, Brenda." I responded.

"Yes, but I'm an amateur," she replied, "and you're not. Someday, I hope before I die to know the truth about you, David Merrill. Until then, I will just be grateful you are here for those kids, the little ones and the big ones too."

Chapter 16

The funeral for Greg and Brian's mother was held the day after Christmas. It was a very small gathering which our family group, Betty Grolier, some of the boys' former teachers, their Principal and a few of the neighbours from their former home attended. Greg and Brian stayed very close to Dex, Betty and myself and our boys flanked them like Guardian Angels. All of our boys shed some tears, appropriately expressing their hurt and sorrow. A small reception was held following the cemetery service and we had the opportunity to assure those interested in Greg and Brian they were managing well. The boys told some of their acquaintances how happy they were living with their new family and introduced their new brothers to everyone.

Saturday, I found myself confronted by the four youngest boys.

"Pop, we've all been talking." Tom announced. I turned from the vegetables I was rinsing in the kitchen sink to find myself surrounded. "We want to move our rooms around."

"Why ?" I asked expecting this was a boy thing which had just come up and seemed to them like a good idea.

"We want to share growing up as brothers." Greg replied. "Tom is my best friend and I want to be with him and have him with me while we finish growing up."

"Yeah, me and Brian want to share a room too." Timmy stated, as he and Brian moved to stand together, indicating they were a pair.

"I thought you guys would be happy to have a room of your own." I pointed out to Tom and Timmy. "What are you going to do if some days you are in a rotten mood and want to be alone. That's kind of hard when you are sharing a room." There was a pause as they looked around at each other. "What about sex ? Rooming with someone you really don't know very well may be a little different than you think. You older boys may want some privacy when you masturbate and the younger guys are going to want the same when they start." There was a general air of surprise at what I had said and I think each of the four turned at least some shade of red.

"Are you telling us rooming together is a bad thing, Pop ?" Tom asked after the group had been silent for several minutes.

"No, I'm not." I advised them. "I think your rooming together would be a good lesson in sharing and in consideration of others. I just want you to stop and think about everything this will entail. It will have its great times, but it may also present some problem times too."

And so it came to pass the older two and younger two became roommates. They took charge of organizing their own move of personal items and Dex and I helped them only with the physical move of the furniture. We did make sure they used the larger bedrooms, each having its own bathroom attached. They each kept the twin size bed they had already been sleeping in and there was still plenty of room for each to have his own chest of drawers. We found room for two desks in each room as well, so that homework could be done and schoolbooks had a place to live.

A couple days after our initial discussion about the room changes, Dex and I were sitting in the lounge area. Tom and Greg came out from their room and sat quietly on one of the couches. They sat without speaking for a few minutes even though it was apparent they had come to talk.

"Pop, can we talk to you for a minute ?" Tom finally asked.

"You can talk to me and Dex for a minute, if you're sure it won't take any longer than that." I replied. They looked at each other and then back at us.

"I think you're teasing us about not being more than a minute. Aren't you, Pop ?" Greg asked hesitantly.

"Yes, I was teasing you." I assured them. "What can we do for you two gentlemen ?"

"We need to ask you about something you said the other day." Tom stated. "You said we might find sharing a room difficult when we wanted to masturbate." There was a pause as if I were suppose to confirm the statement. I just waited. "Greg didn't know what that meant, until I told him it was about jerkin' off."

"Did you also tell Greg what I said about how everyone does it and did that make him less embarrassed about it ?" I asked. He nodded his head.

"What do you mean everyone does it ?" Dex interjected. "I don't jerk off."

"We weren't talking about when you're old like now." Tom attempted to clarify. "We were talking about when you're a young guy, like us. Besides, Pop says, only guys with two broken arms don't do it and they get someone else to do it for them."

"About this `old' thing." Dex frowned at them. "We really need to talk about who's old and who isn't."

"I think that's a discussion for another day." I commented. "Maybe one way in the future if you live that long considering your advanced years." He made a face at me and the boys giggled.

"Pop, is it wrong if we were to see each other jerkin' off ?" Greg asked. "I mean, is it a bad thing ?"

"No Greg. It's not a bad thing." I responded. "Pretty well anything two people experience together, as long as they both agree on it, is not a bad thing. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not saying any two people, but in the case of you two and this particular experience, I see no problem."

"What do you mean by any two people. Pop ?" Tom asked.

"I'm talking specifically about adults," I replied, "when it comes to kids, I think they should be at equal or similar levels of physical development and maturity when they do sexual things together."

"You mean it's all right for Greg and me, but not all right for me and Neil ?" Tom queried further.

"Yes, I would say that's a good comparison." I said. "You and Greg are of similar age and physical development, while you and Neil are not. Is that not one of the reasons you guys chose your roommates ? Because you were closer in age and maturity."

"Yeah, I guess so." Greg replied. "We just do more of the same things with each other than with our little brothers."

"Yes, that's very true now," I agreed, "but you will find when you are older, say 24 and your brother is 20, you will have many more interests which are alike. You will likely grow more alike as you grow older."

"And when Neil is 27 and I'm 21, will we have more in common ?" Tom questioned.

"I don't know, Tom." I answered. "It will have a lot to do with the kind of men you turn out to be. I'm afraid the distance between brothers seems to shorten, but the distance between friends can be different." I could see Tom thinking very carefully about what had been said and how it might apply to him and Neil.

Chapter 16

Having Greg and Billy come to live with us has been really great for me. Other than Tim and Neil, I have never had really good friends. Greg very quickly became one. Billy is the big brother I have always wanted. I feel different about him than Greg, I guess because he is older. Greg is just like me in the things he likes to do. After they had settled from the upset of losing their parents, we found we all had a lot of interests in common. Timmy and Brian hit it off really good too. It wasn't long before Greg and I found we were spending all of our spare time together. We also found we were spending all our time in my room. Mine was easier because it was a little bigger and I had the bathroom attached.

One day we were all together and we started talking about how we spend our time. I don't know who first suggested it, but we all agreed it would be better if we had our rooms paired off differently. We asked Billy what he thought about it and if he wanted one or two of us to be his roommates, but he said, he had always had a room to himself, so he thought he would stay on his own. He did say, he thought it might be fun for us if we each had roommates.

The new guys had been full of questions once they had become use to most everything. They wanted to know all about Timmy and me and also Pop, Dex and Billy. Greg thought it strange two grownup men lived together and one day he and I had a discussion.

"Tom, are Dex and Pop queer for each other ?" Greg asked.

"If you mean, do Pop and Dex love each other and live here together, the answer is yes'." I responded. "As far as being queer', that's a word I don't like and one that ain't used around here."

"Don't be mad at me for askin', Tom." Greg whined. "I just wanted to know what was what."

"I'm not mad Greg." I answered. ""Just remember, I owe these guys everything. My life, my brother, everything I have, or ever will have I owe to them. I'm not goin' to have anyone dis them."

"I didn't mean it like that, Tom." he said. "It's just my Dad always said, queers was unnatural and should all be shot. I don't understand anything about it. What do they do that's so bad ? Daddy said, to watch my butt if any queers ever came around me."

"Your scrawny butt is totally safe here." I assured him. "Nobody does anything here, unless both the people involved are willing. And as willing as we might be, nobody will do anything anyway, `cause we're just kids. I couldn't get laid here if I had the only ass hole in the whole world."

"Tom, don't get mad, but you sound like you might want to." Greg commented with disbelief in his voice.

"I told you what happened to me and how I came here." I responded. "I had sex regularly for over three years and sometimes I itch for it again, but Pop has set the limit and as I told you, I owe them everything and will not go against his instructions." Greg sat and thought about what I said for awhile.

The first night our rooms were changed around, I found out Greg's talk about sex and queers was just that, talk and very little actual understanding. When we went into our room to get ready for bed, Greg took his pajamas from under his pillow and took them into our bathroom to change. When he came out, I hadn't even started to get undressed. I went into the bathroom, used the toilet, brushed my teeth and then came out and sat on my bed. Greg had gotten into bed, but I knew he was watching me.

About a week after we had come here to live, I asked Pop about sleeping with no pajamas. I had been naked at night for so long, I had trouble sleeping with pajamas on. There had been no objections from Dex or Pop, just a warning that they always checked on me before they went to bed and often came in to cover me up. I just laughed and told them it didn't bother me having them see me bare, so from then on I stopped wearing pajamas.

Sitting on my bed, I removed my slippers. In our apartment, you remove your shoes as you leave the elevator and put on your slippers. Dex said, it helps to keep the apartment cleaner, so there is less work for all of us. My socks and sweatshirt were removed next and I walked to the foot of my bed and threw them in the laundry hamper in the corner. Taking everything from my pockets and placing the items on my dresser, I slid off my pants and added them to the hamper. Last off was my underwear and then I walked back to the side of my bed and lifting the covers, slid in between the sheets.

"Tom. Where's your pajamas ?" Greg whispered. I don't know why he whispered unless he thought I might get into trouble if anyone found out I was naked.

"Don't wear any." I responded.

"But what about Pop and Dex ?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, but I don't think they wear any either." I replied jokingly, trying not to giggle. I don't think he got the joke. Tom didn't say anything further about the subject on that night, but a couple nights later he wanted to know more.

"Tom. I know you told me about having to have sex, but I don't understand exactly what you had to do ? What did Pop mean about wanting privacy to masturbate ?" he questioned.

"Masturbation is just a big word for jerkin' off," I advised him. "If you don't know what I had to do, then you're better off. I might tell you after we've known each other longer. If you don't know about jerkin' off you'll have to tell me, so I can show you." He didn't have any further questions that night and we both went to sleep quickly.

A couple nights later I had decided I was gonna jerk off. When I got undressed, I didn't throw my T-shirt in the laundry hamper, I kept it under my pillow, for cleanup. After we said our `good nights', I wrapped my fist around my cock and started stroking. Greg was watching me and I knew it. I decided it was time to give him a real show and find out just what he did actually know. I pushed my covers and sheet down around my knees and lay flat on my bed stroking my cut cock up to its full 6 inches. It was feelin' extra good tonight for some reason. I looked over at Greg's bed and he had lifted his head up and was staring right at my cock.

"If you want to see," I said to him, "come over and see." He only hesitated for a moment and then he slid out of his bed and shifted over to mine, sitting on the side where he could see everything. His eyes never seemed to leave my stick.

"I think yours is bigger than mine." he whispered. His hand was rubbing pretty steadily on the front of his pajama bottoms.

"It's not how big it is," I told him, "it's how you use it. Guys with smaller dicks use to say that to me a lot. I guess it was true enough though. Some with big ones couldn't do much and some with smaller ones really hit the spot." While we'd been talking, I'd continued stroking and now clear fluid started to run, drop after drop, from my piss slit.

"What's that ?" Greg asked as I rubbed some around my cock head.

"It's called `precum'." I informed him. "It makes everything more slippery, so it feels better.

"How come I never have any ?" Greg wanted to know.

"I don't know." I admitted. "You want to try ?" I asked, moving my hand away and leaving my cock standing on its own. Greg didn't hesitate.

"Sure." he answered as he reached over and wrapped his hand around me. He fisted me a few times and then spread around some precum with his thumb. "Yeah, it does make it really slippery." He continued to stroke me, experimenting by using differing speeds and tightness in his grip.

"Yeah and it tastes good too." I informed him. "Kind of sweet." He gave me a quick look and then turned back, focusing his attention on my stiff shaft. I reached over and rubbed my hand across the front of his pajama pants and felt his stiffness pressing into my hand. Greg released my cock and stood up beside the bed. Looking to me as if for approval, he pulled his pajama top over his head and threw it on his bed. He then dropped his bottoms and did the same with them. Sitting back down on my bed, he resumed stroking my stick while leaning back enough to offer me access to his own.

Greg was a well built guy. He was about my height of 5'6", but beyond that we were as different appearing as night and day. Greg has very light colouring, blonde hair, blue eyes and rosy, red cheeks. Where I look a lot older than 14, he looked like what a 13 year old should look like. His shoulders and chest were just starting to show some definition and his stomach, while not fat, was thick and undefined. He had a hand full of blonde pubes above a 5" hard, cut cock and his balls were in a nice firm pouch which would just nicely fit into my hand. Unlike me, who had dark chest hair and nests of black under each arm, Greg was smooth all over and you could barely tell there was hair under his arms because it was so fine. His butt still had traces of some baby fat and had not yet firmed into the hard bubble which it would eventually form. Overall, as I said, he was well built and quite good looking.

I started to match what he was doing to me, stroke for stroke, as we each determined the best ways to effectively stimulate the other's cock and receive back equal sensations. We had been stroking and rubbing for about five minutes when there was a light knock on our door. Greg panicked as he released me, stood up and made a wild dive for his bed. I pulled up my blankets just as Dex slowly opened and stepped through the doorway. It must have been obvious to him we had been fooling around.

"Hey guys." he greeted us. "Sorry if I interrupted anything important." He had a great big grin on his face and I was sure he knew what we had been doing. "I just wanted to see that everything was okay and say, good night'." Greg said, good night' to him as he started back out the door.

"Dex." I called to him. "Can we talk to you for a minute ?" The big guy stopped and came back into our room. I sat up in bed and motioned an invitation for him to sit on the bed next to me.

"What can I do for you, Tom ?" he asked. I knew Greg was looking really nervous, but I wanted him to understand something about Dex.

"Dex, you know what was going on when you came in." It was a statement rather than a question, but Dex nodded his head anyway.

"Yeah and it's no big deal." he said. "You know what David said about you guys being alike in age and development."

"I want Greg to understand you and Pop do not just represent parents here," I told him, "you're our friends too. We don't need to be afraid around you guys. Even if we do something wrong, you'll just tell us and then expect us not to do it again."

"Sometimes there's a consequence tied in with all of that, but you're mostly right." Dex confirmed. "You guys weren't doing anything wrong, as long as you both were willing. Were you both willing ?" I affirmed I was and when Dex looked, Greg slowly nodded his head too.

"Can you tell us why I have a lot of precum and Greg says he thinks he doesn't have any ?" I asked to show Greg there was nothing to be afraid about questioning.

"Well, I'm no expert." Dex replied. "David may know more about this than I do, but I can think of three reasons. First, Greg is not quite as old as you and his body might just be still growing, so there's more yet to come. Second, it often depends on the excitement level a guy feels. The more excited, the more juice. If you're nervous, then you might not leak as much. And third, that's just the way it is. Some guys drip and others gush. Just like some guys are 3 inches long and others are 9 inches. It doesn't really matter what you got, it's how you use it." Greg and I both started laughing. Dex looked at us like he thought we were nutty.

"I just told Greg a little while ago a lot of shorter guys had told me that," I explained to him, "but we both know you're not one of the short ones." Dex chuckled.

"As you get older, you'll find though it's quite true." he told us. "Now it's time for me to say `good night' and for you to finish what you started and go to sleep." He got up and left us for the night. We both sat thinking for a couple minutes and I started rubbing my cock without realizing it. When I looked over at Greg, he was doing the same thing while he watched me.

"Why don't you come on back over here," I beckoned him, patting the space beside me in my bed, "and we'll see if getting you really excited doesn't turn that tap of yours on."