Social Dynamics
It was Friday, December 20th, the last day of school before the winter holiday. Snow fell outside the cafeteria window as I sat down for lunch with Austin and Andy, and Aiden's friends Matt and Josh. I'd met the seventeen-year-old football players at the quarry during the summer.
With Rusty, Nate, and Jason in the middle school building with a different lunch schedule, the interplay within the ranch boy club had changed. Most of us still rode the school bus together, but things were different there too. Since the end of the swimming season, Rusty usually sat with Nate. I'd taken to sitting with Matt.
Summer was a distant memory. A lot had happened since then, including the swimming season. The swim team had done well in our meets with other schools, but once it was too cold to use the quarry pool, finding a place to practice was a logistical challenge. None of us made it to district or state tournaments. Coach and James were philosophical. It was our first season, and they hoped for better results the next year.
A couple of birthdays had also passed. In August, Aiden turned eighteen, and in November I turned fifteen. I now had that beautiful piece of paper which said I could drive on public roads.
The fact that Rusty was still thirteen created friction. Here was the lifelong country boy, who'd been driving on ranch roads since he was twelve, upstaged by the transplanted city boy. That the transplanted city boy now had a tattoo didn't help either.
Josh looked at my right bicep. "Now that it's healed up, that tattoo looks great, Toby. And that muscle shirt shows it off well."
I smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, Josh. Shago's tattoo artist did a good job. I'm pleased with how it turned out."
Josh turned his attention to Austin and Andy.
"So, what are you guys doin' tonight?"
Andy replied. "We're havin' a twin twink party at the cabin before the snow gets too deep to get up there."
There had been several such events, so we knew what they were talking about. Breaking in Rick and Eric at the quarry had only been the beginning.
I smiled knowingly. "I bet you're not gonna play checkers."
"That'd be a sure thing."
I turned to Matt and Josh. "How about you two? What are you doin'?"
"We're gonna hang out at Aiden's."
Andy posed a question to me. "Do you have plans with Rusty?"
"Nope. He's goin' to the middle-school dance with Nate."
"The dance runs early tonight, from six to eight. Maybe they're doin' something later."
I shrugged my shoulders, and he continued.
"It seems like they're spendin' a lot of time together."
He was fishing for information. I let it pass.
Austin raised his eyebrows. "Goin' as a couple? That'd be a first for the community."
Andy added a little. "I wonder how that'll go over with some of the kids, not to mention their parents."
"It won't be a problem. Coach and James are the chaperones. Another first. Times are changin'."
Josh had something to add. "Speakin' of my little buddy Nate, Aiden's got him liftin' weights, and he's turned into a little hunk. He looks like he's Aiden's little brother. I'd like to get into his pants, but Aiden keeps a watchful eye on him."
Andy, Austin and I knew the reason for the watchful eye. We also knew the weightlifting was psychological as well as physical. Aiden was using bodybuilding as a confidence-building tool. Austin had an observation.
"I thought they might become a couple, but now that he's spendin' so much time with Rusty, little brother describes their relationship too."
Austin was fishing for information too. I didn't take the bait.
Andy redirected the conversation. "Speakin' of little brothers, Toby, is Jace goin' too?"
"No, he's gonna hang out at home with Shago."
"So what are you gonna do?"
"I haven't figured that out yet. My folks are spendin' the night in Boise, so I may be home alone."
Matt had a suggestion. "You can join us if you wanna. Aiden's not gonna be there - he's just lettin' us use his place. All we're gonna do is drink his beer and play poker, and right now it's only the two of us. We could use another player or two. Drop by if ya wanna - we'll be there all evening." He grinned. "We'd be glad to take your money."
I smiled. "I appreciate that, but I could use a quiet evening by myself."
The bell rang announcing the end of the lunch break.
Matt replied as he stood up. "Well, if ya change your mind, drop by anytime after eight."
I stood up too. "Okay, thanks."
When I boarded the bus after school, I found Rusty sitting with Matt. With a hand resting on Rusty's shoulder, Matt was eagerly making a proposal of some kind. Apparently persuaded, Rusty smiled and nodded his head affirmatively.
Further back in the bus, I greeted Nate and sat down beside him. Once settled, I had a suggestion.
"Rusty says you two are goin' to the dance. If you don't have plans for afterwards, you can hang out with me if ya want to."
"Thanks a lot for the invitation. There's an after-dance party at somebody's house. Rusty said we may go to that, but he hadn't made up his mind yet."
"Let him know my place is an option. Have a good time, whatever you do."
At home, I warmed up leftovers and turned on the TV. I watched the news and then tried without success to get interested in a murder mystery. I yawned. Maybe I should go to bed. But it was Friday, and only nine-o'clock. Maybe I should take Matt up on his offer. Maybe I should text him first. Maybe not. It had been an open invitation.
With a driver's license, I had Dad's permission to use his pickup. I backed it out of its home in the barn and drove carefully towards town. An inch or two of snow was blowing around, but it wasn't a problem. Parking near Aiden's apartment complex, I zipped up my parka and headed for his unit.
I knocked gently on the door, but got no answer. Turning the knob, I stepped inside. Except for bedside lamps and the light over the kitchen stove, the apartment was dark.
Four poker hands lay discarded on the kitchen table among piles of poker chips and half-consumed beers. Matt and Josh had found more players. No one was in sight, but the sounds of muffled laughter and playful wrestling came from the hallway.
I quietly moved down the hallway to the bedroom that doubled as Aiden's weight-lifting room. The door was open a few inches, and I smiled at what I saw. Aiden's watchful eye was absent, and Josh's desire to get into Nate's pants was being fulfilled. Nate lay on the bed naked, pinned down by an equally-naked Josh.
"Are you happy Matt talked Rusty into playin' poker tonight, little buddy?"
"Yeah, I'm havin' fun with you. But I wish you hadn't suggested that bet when Rusty hit the fifty-dollar limit."
"Why not? He's a big boy. If he wants to bet his body, it's up to him." He grinned. "I was just pointin' out his options."
"But he was as nervous as a whore in church, Josh. His hands were shakin' when he made the bet'."
Josh laughed. "If his hands were shakin', it was from excitement. Did ya see the grin on his face when he knew he'd lost?"
Nate thought for a moment, and then smiled. "Yeah, I did. I think you're right."
"Darned right I am. He wanted Matt to fuck him as bad as Matt wanted to do it." He chuckled wickedly. "As a result of them gettin' what they wanted, I get to fuck you. You've been on my to-do list for some time."
With a mischievous grin, Nate egged him on. "And I'll still be on your to-do list unless you stop play-wrestlin' and start fuckin."
Josh laughed. "You're a spunky one, Nate. I like your attitude."
Holding Nate's upper body down with one arm, he positioned his pole with the other. Nate put up some token resistance, but his spread legs and raised feet signaled his surrender. He gasped softly as Josh penetrated him and slowly slid his shaft inside. As Josh began his rhythmic thrusts, Nate's hands roamed lightly over his muscular body.
"Oh, yeah, Josh, I like how you feel inside me."
"Better than Rusty?"
Nate hedged. "I'm not gonna make comparisons."
"Come on. I'll keep it to myself."
Nate smiled. "Okay. Better than Rusty. But I'll deny ever sayin' that."
"You're sure you're okay with me goin' all the way?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. What's a little sperm between buddies?"
Nate had come a long way in six months. He didn't need Aiden's watchful eye anymore.
The door to Aiden's bedroom stood halfway open. Clothing lay scattered about as if discarded in haste. Unlike the horseplay and animated conversation in the other room, here there was silence.
Matt lay on top of Rusty, his weight supported by his forearms and braced knees. His hips rocked with a steady rhythm as he methodically thrust his pole deep into Rusty's hot body. His back muscles rippled with each stroke as he slowly pushed himself towards a climax.
Rusty's hands gripped Matt's shoulders tightly. No longer aware of his surroundings, he stared vacantly at the ceiling. Precum dripped steadily from his erection into a growing pool on his abs. Now and then, his body twitched as a deeper thrust triggered an involuntary response.
Leaving them all to enjoy their evening without interruption, I quietly stepped back into the living room. Curious as to what Rusty had bet on, I walked over to the table. It was easy to spot his place - there were no chips in front of it. I picked up the cards. Rusty had bet his body on a pair of eights. Josh's analysis was spot on. Rusty wanted to lose.
Given my lack of interest in his invitation, Matt had made other plans, as would be expected - with results that pleased me with respect to Nate and amused me with respect to Rusty.
I slipped out of the apartment and walked quickly to the pickup. I'd made Nate and Rusty an offer to hang out with me, and they'd turned me down. With an opportunity like Matt and Josh, I'd have made the same decision. But the way Rusty did it all behind my back made it clear he was avoiding me.
As I climbed into the pickup, my phone pinged.
"Wanna fuck?"
I smiled. The message was from Colton. He'd started out as Rusty's older boy-toy, but as that relationship faded, he and I developed an easygoing give and take friendship.
"Of course."
"I got a new toy to play with."
"I'm nothing but a toy tester to you."
"Would you like to be something else?"
"Maybe your exclusive boy-toy?"
"Boy-toy, yes. Exclusive, no."
"Give me fifteen minutes."
"Okay. See you soon."
Before I started the pickup, I sent a message to Dad.
"Spending the night at Colton's"
I didn't expect an immediate response but I got one.
"Do you plan to get any sleep?"
I smiled as I responded. "Of course not."
"I didn't think so. Have a good time."
I parked as close to the bunkhouse as possible. Shivering, I knocked on the door. Colton opened it immediately.
"Hey, come in out of the cold, Toby."
A fire burned in the wood stove. The firewood in the box beside it gave off the unmistakable odor of ponderosa pine. A two-foot artificial tree with a few decorations stood in one corner, Colton's token acknowledgement of the holiday season. I took off my coat and tossed it onto the couch. Colton smiled at me.
"Welcome to my humble home. Are ya ready for a good time?"
I grinned at him. "What is it this time? A new vibrator? Better restraints? Electro Stim? A fuckin' machine?"
"Hey, I'm the fuckin' machine. I don't need one of those, unless I wanna fuck myself. But I'd far rather fuck you. No, this one is quite simple." He grinned wickedly. "Although we could combine it with restraints just for fun."
I laughed. "It's a good thing I trust you, or I'd be racin' for the pickup about now."
"I'm here to get you off, not let you down. However, first things first. Have a seat."
I flopped down on the sofa. He went to the kitchen and returned with beer in a glass. I reached for the glass and took a sip.
"What's with the glass? You usually give me the can. You must be softening me up for somethin' really kinky."
"Not really. You'll notice it's a holiday glass. I'm just tryin' to get into the mood."
I chuckled. "The mood will come from the contents, not the glass."
I drained the glass and held out my hand. He took the glass and refilled it.
"You tryin' to get drunk?"
I took a sip of beer. "Yeah. I just watched a football jock fuck my theoretical boyfriend."
"I thought you had an open relationship."
"That presumes we have any relationship at all."
"Not goin' well?"
"I'm not sure how it's goin'. I think he wants to hook up with Nate."
"You don't wanna push the issue?"
"No. He knows where I stand. I'm waitin' for him to make up his mind. But I won't get too drunk. Toys are no fun when you've passed out. Enough of that shit. What's your new toy?"
He went into his bedroom, brought out a small box, and opened it. Inside was a stainless steel personalized cock ring. The engraving said, "COWBOY COLTON".
My eyes opened wide. "Cool!"
He grinned. "There's more."
He pulled out a second, thinner ring which had a small gap with small knobs on the ends.
"This is a glans ring. You put it below the head of your cock. The cock ring, as you well know, restricts the flow of blood and makes you harder and bigger. This does the same thing to the head, while it provides stimulation to sensitive areas as well. The combination of the two is supposed to be amazing."
"Awesome! So I suppose ya wanna try it out."
"Yeah, I do. I put them on and stroked myself a little bit, but I wanna have sex to get the full effect. And I was kidding about usin' the restraints too. We'll try that another time."
I was already stripping. "Your guinea pig will be ready momentarily."
In the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed and watched while Colton put on the rings. Then I dropped onto my back and spread my legs. Colton knelt between them and grinned down at me.
"Ready for the great experiment?"
"You bet I am."
Leaning over, he positioned himself. He entered carefully, and then with one smooth motion, pushed all the way in. His pole wasn't any bigger than Shago's, but he handled it with a confidence that always made it feel bigger. From the look on his face, I knew he was pleased with his purchase.
"Oh, shit, that feels good."
"It doesn't feel much different to me. Maybe it will once ya get goin'."
He slid in and out a couple of times. "Yeah, these are gonna be fun toys."
"Super. Go ahead with your experiment."
He continued to slide in and out, proceeding with his evaluation. As usual with these toy tests, I provided feedback on what was happening to me.
"Oh, yeah. I can feel those two little knobs slidin' back there... It feels so good..."
Precum dripped from my pole like crazy. I'd never felt anything like it before.
"This even beats that bumpy dildo you tried last week."
He smiled. "That's because this is the real thing."
"With that enlarged head, you're stimulating my prostate too, this is wild."
It came on suddenly. "Oh, shit!"
I spurted several mini-loads onto my chest. He chuckled.
"These seem to be simple but effective."
"Not to mention decorative."
As always, I was amazed by his endurance and control. He screwed me for at least ten minutes non-stop, varying his speed and depth, his face a constantly-changing palette of pleasure. Then he was getting close. I waited until he was right on the edge, and squeezed my muscles tight.
"Oh, Jesus! Oh, fuck!"
Aided by the rings, he held back for a couple of seconds before spewing sperm inside me. I'm not sure how long he came, but it was a lot longer than Rusty. Gasping with excitement, he thrust in deep one last time.
"Oh, yesssss!"
He leaned over me, breathing hard.
"Oh, my god, that was good."
"So you're satisfied with the toys?"
"Oh, yes. Let's go have another beer. Then I'll try them again. These are keepers. But right now I'm gonna take them off and give my pole a rest. You're not supposed to wear them except when havin' sex, and not for longer than twenty minutes at a time."
I woke up in the early morning darkness lying on my back. Colton still slept, his head on my chest, his right hand posessively on my abs. I smiled as I gently stroked his thick blond hair and ran my fingers over his muscular back.
The guy was a stud. He'd tried the rings five or six times in numerous positions. As much shit as I gave him, I really loved these experiment sessions. Of course I loved the rest of the sessions too.
He'd declared the toys to be keepers. I'd decided a long time before he was a keeper too. Maybe not as a boyfriend, but definitely as a boy-toy.
Colton was awake now, and looking up at me with a smile.
"Those rings are awesome, Toby. Did I tell you you're awesome too?"
"You've mentioned it from time to time."
"Good. Make sure I continue to."
"So, do ya wanna try the rings a few more times?"
"Does Smokey the Bear shit in the woods?"
We didn't get up until noon. After a shower, we fixed breakfast together, reminiscent of my times with Logan. Colton looked over at me.
"What are ya doin' tonight?"
"Gettin' fucked by you again, I hope."
He smiled. "I invited Jace over. His dads were good with it, which sometimes surprises me. If they knew what he and I do..."
I chuckled. "Believe me, they know, and they're good with it because they know you well. Jace tells them everything. I had an experience last summer where he told them in front of me, in graphic detail, what he and I had done behind the quarry. I was the only one who was embarrassed."
Colton smiled. "That's good to know. I love that little fucker, and I have some ideas about you and me givin' him a fun evening. By the way, I like that tattoo."
"Thanks. Once upon a time, I wanted one like Logan's."
He shook his head. "No. You needed to find yourself, and a tattoo that went with it."
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