Whoa, Dude!

Whoa, Dude!

for: Hakim Bey (O Ghod, man... now I understand...!)

This story is built on, and is the continuation of, my earlier posting of the 14-part story "Hey, Dude!". Readers who are familiar with that story will need no intros. I have also uploaded "Hey, Dude!" ahead of the current Work, so that more of you will have the opportunity to view the entire tale. The vagaries of the Net being what they are, I cannot guarantee that all the chapters will reach all readers equally; I will repost several times in the next few days. Before you even ask.... the Tale of Geoff and Ron is done, for now. I promised this second part of their story to several patient people out There, and behold! h'yar 'tis.

I, myself, have fallen desperately in love with with Geoff, and it just hurts too much to be on the wrong side of the CRT from him. So I set him free.... luck, little dude! I love you as much as Ron does...

(ahem). Very Tiny Synopsis Follows:

Sixteen-year-old Ron Frank is idling away some time at the mall when he is run into and knocked unconscious by Geoff Oscar, a twelve-year-old only child. When Ron awakens after four days' lapse, he is visited by the younger boy, and a relationship develops between them. (else, what would be the point of the story? i ask you..).

The two find they have much in common, including preferences for non-standard lifestyle choices. Ron discovers that Geoff's parents are abusing him, and, with the help of his very understanding father, 'rescues' Geoff and provides him with the emotional security that the youngster needs. The two then have to thread the twisting paths of first love, and the story tells of their coming to terms with themselves and the world around them. Both are nice kids, and both learn to share and bend and respect each other. Along the way, we meet others in the boys' lives that affect and color the storyline. And so they all live happily ever after until about Chapter Six or Seven of the next part of the tale, which you are reading Chapter Zero of, right now. (Neat how that works, huh?)

I HEREBY INVOKE the masterful disclaimer that resides as Chap 0 of 'Hey, Dude!', posted separately, but hopefully close. In effect, it says that:

This is a fictional, made-up, not-real story, and if you think otherwise, well..... can't help you.

If you are offended by intimations, descriptions, or thoughts of adolescent boys (and girls, now) engaging in mutually consentive private sexual behavior, or if you are below the minimum chronological age standards of judgmental empowerment in the jurisdiction in which you are reading this story... then you must cease reading it. Why? I said so. That's right. Exmon is the still secret center of the Urge to Censor the Internet. It's been me, and only me, all along. No Governments, no Senators, no Xtian Fundie Frothers.... nope, kiddies, I done it all myself, and I Ain't Sorry.

So there.

Read the disclaimers. This story (Whoa, Dude! Chapters 1 to 14) is declared in the Public Domain by the Author, and is provided gratis to the Internet community, and to all sentient beings whatsoever. Do with it as you wish.....

The THEME is: Love is Good, Love is Healing, Love cares not for Morality, Legislation, Religion, or Convention. I was in Love when I was Fourteen and I'm Love now, Decades later.... and there is no difference. Share this story, if you will, with a Young Person. Maybe they feel This Way.... Give your Love to them, and help them learn to give their Love to others, others their age, older, younger.... just Help them. So very few of Us will, anymore.

'nuff said.... enjoy the Stories.

Personal note: David.....David.....David.... you know who you are. The question is, where are you? I have some things for you...

DISCLAIMER: Please read the Master Disclaimer in the introduction to this story. In summary, it says: This Story is a work of fiction, and bears no congruencies with reality. If you are offended, troubled, or traumatized IN ANY WAY by fictional descriptions of adolescent boys engaging in sexual behavoir, or if you are proscribed from perusal of the aformentioned material in any manner, you are urged to abstain from further contact with this document. This story is in the public domain. You may do with it as you wish.

Whoa Dude! Chapter 1

Ron sat on the couch in his front room, early in the evening on Saturday, with Geoff draped over his lap. He was staring, for the thousandth time, it seemed, into the clear and infinitely deep eyes of the boy who loved him. The sixteen-year-old also touched Geoff's hand with his, just their fingertips together, so lightly, so delicately, feeling the faint pulse in the younger kid's warm fingers. Geoff closed his eyes for a moment and snuggled closer. "Love you." he said.

Geoff was now thirteen, and they had been together for more than six months... six months of exploration, learning, sharing; Ron was maturing and so was his Geoffster. They had settled into a rhythm of sorts, and with Ron's sister Darcie involved more and more with her friends (and Sammy of course!) the two boys had found much more time together alone than they had first had.

"Love you Geoff, oh, God..." whispered Ron as he bent over and kissed and nibbled the boy's cool ear.

"Ron, remember at my Bar Mitzvah?"

"Yeah... that was cool!"

"I was popped for you a lot, good thing they have a podium I could hide behind. You looked really good in your suit."

"I thought you looked about twenty-five, dude.. and I saw the bone, like, when you were walkin' back down the aisle afterward.. remember you turned and smiled at me? but I don't think anyone else noticed it."

"Yeah.. my suit pants are kind loose and I had it pointed up in my underwear so in case I spewed my sperms suddenly it wouldn't be embarrasing...."

Ron cracked up. Geoff had a wierdly bizarre sense of humor and it always shocked him when his boyfriend said such off-the-wall shit. "I got hard 'cause you did, but I got all guilty 'cause we were in your Temple and all, and my bone was curved down by my leg and it hurt. Then you got blitzed at the reception..."

"Blitzed?!?! Who got blitzed?!? I had two beers, Ronny, you had like six.."

"Four."

"Six. I counted."

"Two were for your cousin Louis."

"Bullshit, you were drunk.

"So were you."

"Maybe. But not 'blitzed'. I'm only thirteen, Ronny...."

"I know, and you're so fuckin' cute..." Geoff looked suddenly shy and embarrassed, but he still smiled tenderly.

"You think Louis was cute?"

"Mmmm... kinda, yeah. Why? You jealous?"

"Of Louie? No way, Jose! He wanted to go in the downstairs bathroom and beat off with me and Scott Memelstien."

"Did you?"

"Nope. Saved it for you... remember?"

"Oh yeah.. right. You went crazy up in your room.. I was worried 'cause your parents were right down stairs and you were moaning and stuff and I couldn't make ya shut up."

"It was your fault. You drove me crazy, I had to come real bad, and you made me have a noisy one. I liked it, though..."

"It was the second time we did it in your room."

"Yeah, and the first time you came up there... I thought you were gonna shoot it out the window, dude, you humped clean up off my bed and dug your fingernails into my shoulders."

"You always make me feel that way, Geoffster, I love you so much, I hope you know that."

Geoff sighed and smiled tenderly. "Oh, Ron, this is the best part of my life, and I hope it never ends. My Mom and Dad haven't had a big fight in months, since she started goin' to the therapist, and I'm doin' better in school, and I got this really neat friend who's like, older'n me, and he protects me, and watches out for me, and you know what?"

"No, what?"

Geoff lowered his voice to a whisper. "Sometimes he gives me a blowjob on my nuts and I go totally insane!"

"Really? When was like, the last time he did this for ya?"

"What time is it?"

Ron consulted his new watch (a reverse Bar Mitzvah present from guess who). "Um... it's six-fifteen."

" About an hour ago, if I can remember right, sometimes I lose conciousness, it feels so fuckin' awsome... duuude!"

Ron let his hand drift down to the boy's dark pants, and he ran his thumb lightly up under Geoff's hardening rod. "Kinda like this?"

"Sorta, but wetter. And more intense."

"But, you like this....?"

Geoff pulled Ron's face to his and traded tongue with him. "You spoil me shitless, Ronny Frank."

Ron got Geoff's pants open and worked the boy's dick out through the fly of his boxers. It was warm and soft and hard all at once, warm fine silk skin, Geoff's skin, lovely Geoff! Ron held the thirteen-year-old between his thumb and the side of the knuckle of his first finger, slowly jacking the boy off as they hugged and cuddled. Geoff was quiet for some time, eyes closed, breathing deeply, involving himself fully in Ron's loving gift. Geoff had experienced one of those radical young-teen super orgasms not a hour earlier, so he was in no hurry. Ron kept the same rhythm, never varying, feeling Geoff get aroused, then relaxed, aroused, relaxed... closer, farther, closer... Ron noticed the tension growing in Geoff's legs and hands. He added a couple more fingers. Geoff sighed and purred. "Yer gettin' me off, Ronny, feels so goooood..."

"It's 'cause I love ya, dude! I love you, I love you, I..."

Geoff drew a sudden breath through his (new, 'invisible') braces. "Oh, God, Ron I love you too..... nnn-UH!" the kid grunted and warm thick sperm gushed from his rigid boybone and cascaded down the back of Ron's hand. Geoff wriggled and panted for a few moments and then laid back, completely drained, in Ron's arms.

"Oh, Jesus, I came... again! I can't believe it, Ronny, felt so good, dude, I'm all zonked out now...."

Ron cradled Geoff in his strong arms, running his fingers through the boy's fine dark blonde hair, feeling the gratitude he always felt when he thought about how wonderful it was to be in love and be loved back, loved by his impossibly cute Geoffrey, his boyfriend, his best friend in all the world...

"Hey, dude, no fair... " he whispered with a smile.

"Huh? What ain't fair?" asked Geoff, turning to peer up at him.

"You didn't try to rip my pants down and do wierd stuff to my poor, hard, neglected dick!"

Geoff shook his head and cackled. "Ron, you asshole! All ya gotta do is ask a guy... I can only read your mind some of the time..."

"So.... I'm, like, askin', dude..."

"Cool Ronny.. move over some... yeah! God, you did get hard... poor baby! Geoffrey'll take care of him... here.... there you go... nice hard boner...." Geoff kept on talking to Ron's cock while he wriggled around beside him on the couch, and then settled down to getting Ron off like he knew so well how to do...

"Fuuuuck, duuuude.... oh, yeahhhh...." Ron felt himself starting to roll into his second come of the afternoon. He and Geoff had traded long, slow, blowjobs earlier, but after masturbating the thirteen year old, Ron was a little more 'in the mood' than he had been. The boy closed his brown eyes and slumped back into the couch as Geoff's wrist began to travel the shaft of Ron's increasingly rigid teendick.

"Oh, yeah, Geoffster, just like that, just don't stop dude, 'm gonna come again....."

"Love you Ronny..." Geoff murmured into Ron's shirt.

".......hhhhaahh, hhhAAAHHH, AH, YESSSssssss......." The boy bucked and jacknifed, trembling slightly as the delicious pleasure flooded his body and hot come welled up from his tight nuts to run down Geoff's knuckles and make Ron's shaft slippery and wet. It felt really, really good to Ron, and he lay for some time, just enjoying the gift his beloved Geoffrey had given him.

"You wanna go see a movie at th' mall?" Geoff spoke after some few minutes had passed.

"Now?"

"No, later, like at nine or something."

"Yeah, sure.. that'd be cool, Geoff."

"Okay, I'm goin' home and change and stuff.. you come get me about eight-thirty and we'll go!"

"Cool, I'm there.. ya want me to take you home?"

"No, I got my bike here from yesterday... remember?"

"Oh... yeah. Forgot. Hey, dude?"

"Yo, dude?" asked Geoff, copying Ron's tone of voice.

"Kiss me 'fore ya go?"

"Oh, Ron...! No, I ain't kissin' ya."

"But..... why not...?" Ron faked an exagerated pout.

"You might have a bad case of barfitis throwupticus, and I don't want that..."

Ron lost it. The poor boy doubled over in hysterical laughter as, once again, Geoffrey's insane sense of humor surfaced. Geoff had managed to crack himself up as well, and rolled off the couch onto the living room rug. After quite a while, he crawled back up to Ron, like he was scrambling up over the edge of some cliff. Ron grabbed the still-snickering boy and they fell together in a deep and tender kiss, hugging and cuddling and purring to each other. "I gotta go, I'll see ya at eight..." said Geoff finally.

"Eight-thirty, dude, remember..?"

"D'oh! You're right... I think having too many orgasms destroys your brain cells or something..."

"Geoff, dude: if that was the case neither one of us would have any left at all!!"

Whoa, Dude! Chapter 2

Darcela Marie Frank and Samuel Maurice Libowitz lay together in Sammy's big bed, in his bedroom, as the evening darkened to night outside. A half-mile away, Darcie's older brother Ron was just then delivering his gift of love into Geoff Oscar's flying fist.

The two twelve-year-olds had been together since the night before, when Darcie had pulled the old bait-and-switch trick on mom, telling her that she was sleeping over at a friend's house, but getting the friend's name just a little wrong. Sammy was closer to thirteen than not, and they had spent an adventureous night cuddling and petting, exploring some intense oral fun, and in general falling more and more in first-time love with each other. They had been panic-stricken briefly when Josh showed up unexpectedly at eleven-thirty, his Sherry with him, hoping for some privacy. Darcie had dashed into Sammy's bathroom, and Sam had faked sleeping as his brother had looked in on him. Josh had other things on his mind than Sammy, though, and he and Sherry retired to the older youth's bedroom to give each other joy and delight. Darcie crept back into the warm bed with Sammy, and as they petted and kissed and giggled, they heard the two in the other room get rather loudly into a steamy teenfuck session.

The younger kids tried to imagine just what Josh and Sherry were doing at any given moment. Both of them knew enough about sex to know how it was done, and they managed to turn themselves on and then give each other two or three nice orgasms before falling asleep, sweetly, in each other's arms, while the older ones growled and thumped and moaned in the other room. Josh and Sherry slept for a while, then awoke at dawn and went at it again. Josh found that the more he had sex, the more he wanted it, and Sherry was proving insatiable... she loved whatever he wanted to try, and loved showing the lanky seventeen-year-old things she picked up from her other friends, videos, and her soaring imagination.

Sammy and Darcie had tired each other out in a long and satisfying sixty-nine session, but even though they both had agreed to go "all the way", there were limits. Now, after spending the day shopping at the mall, snacking, and seeing a movie or two, they lay close to each other, kissing and rubbing and getting up the nerve to abandon Virginity.

Darcie had her panties on, while Sammy wore just a sleeveless cotton t-shirt. The boy was holding her training-bra sized breasts in his warm mouth, one at a time, while he flicked his wet tongue back and forth over the young girl's aroused nipples. Darcie grasped his stiff boyhood and tried to imagine what it would be like to have it deep in her belly. She decided to find out.

"Put some Vaseline on and let's do it, Sam." she said.

"Huh? Do.... what... oh! Darcie really??? You wanna?"

She giggled. "Sure. What not? Your brother shouldn't have all the fun.."

Sam leapt from his bed and dashed into the bathroom, eager dick bobbing and weaving over his wrinkled balls, curving slightly up from his wispy dark delta of on-rushing puberty. He grabbed the jar and ran back to Darcie, kneeling on the bed beside her. She got some and applied it to his rigid boyhood. Sammy thought he was going to faint. Then he tenderly slipped her panties down, stopped for a moment to bury his nose once again in the fragrant folds of her rosy cunt, and stretched himself out over her. He felt her hand find him and he lifted his hips, trying at the same time to keep his weight off of her. He felt his dick nestle into her soft bush. They looked at each other.

"You sure? We don't gotta do this..."

"I'm sure, Sammy. I love you. I want you to. Just go slow till I tell you, okay?"

Sammy bent down and slid his tongue deep into her mouth. She ran her hands along his wiry thighs, his boner still tickling her vaginal lips. "Darcie, I... God, thank you Darcela.... I...."

She slid the boy down into the folds of her warm box, and the twelve-year-old above her shook and began to lower himself, trembling with the effort and the excitement.

"Oops, rubber!" she said quietly.

Sammy froze, then asked "Really?"

"You know you make lots of sperms, Sammy...."

"Yeah, sorry. Wait a sec... I got 'em in my drawer." The boy got the condoms, and clambered back in to bed with Darcie. She opened the pack and, after wiping the boy's hard rod clean of the lube, unrolled it onto him as he giggled and twisted with the erotic tingles. She carressed his soft balls for a moment and pulled him back down, holding his boner to get it slippery again. He felt her guide him to her entrance.

"Go slow, Sam, okay?" she whispered.

"I will."

She felt him shift, felt the head of his penis slip between her lips, felt it go deeper as warm washes of tingly goodness flooded from her moistening cunny and over her legs and stomach. Sam went in her until he found a tight resistance, about halfway up the shaft of his boybone. His hips demanded that he thrust forward, breaking the barrier, burying his rod up to his hairs, then fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck wildly and come, like you can't imagine coming, fuck her, Sammy.... but his heart held him quietly above his girlfriend, she feeling the tremors running through his legs, then a twinge down there, a sharp feeling amid the pleasure... she pulled his butt down an inch... the pain grew sharper. Sammy panted and held her in his arms, looking from her face to down along thier bodies where his latex-sheathed boner rose from her mound. She arched her legs out on the bed. "More, Sam." The boy pushed down against whatever was holding him back. ".....oww, God...." she whined.

"Darcie, wanna stop? Does it hurt?" asked the boy, full of concern.

"It hurts a little, but I wanna do this, just go slow.... darling."

In the middle of his first fuck, Sammy heard her call him 'darling' and he almost cried. "Love you..." he whispered.

"Me.... too!!" Darcie pulled him down suddenly into her, breaking her hymen and nearly knocking the wind out of stunned Sam.

"Owwww! Ow, oww.... don't move, ow, Sam, don't move.... wait..."

"You okay? Darcie, you okay?"

"Yeah." she whispered, tears in her eyes. "It kinda stings. Don't move yet."

Sammy was not prepared at all for what was happening to him. He was having the most delicious pleasure of his young life, he was dick deep in a beautiful girl, a girl he loved, and who loved him, but he had hurt her, and he was scared, but he needed to do it, to pump, to fuck, to come, to fill that rubber with his spurting boy-come....

"Pull out a little.." she said under him. Sammy lifted his hips an inch or two and was rewarded with a blast of pleasure that caused him to groan and push back involuntarily. Darcie felt the tingles returning, the pain receding quickly, and overall she was fundamentally aware of being full, full of hard boy, Sammy's muscles above her, his balls on her cunt, his gently throbbing dick so deep, so deep... "Do it a little, Sammeee..." she arched under him and the boy began to fuck, slowly but firmly, keeping his wondering shaft in her, their chests pressed together, his face beside her neck.

"God, Jesus Christ, God, Darcie, this feels good, so warm and good, so warm..."

"I like it too, Sammy, honey, it feels nice, you feel nice..."

Sam hunched up over her and began to move his pelvis in short, urgent strokes. Darcie made a low noise in the back of her throat and raised her knees above his waist, lifting her butt to his thrusting hips. She could feel his kidshaft as it slid smoothly in, then back out some, then in, while Sammy rose to his elbows and tried to french her. She placed the warm soles of her small feet on his thighs, and Sammy began to shaft into her strongly, his belly slapping faintly against hers, both of them panting and whining. She clasped his strong biceps and felt the rumblings of something spectacular starting deep within her, feeling Sam's fucking get more urgent and powerful above her, as the boy knew in some dim part of his pleasure-intoxicated mind, that he would be coming very soon, and nothing would stop it....

Sammy reared up over Darcie, his mouth open, his lips drawn back, his eyes shut to just slits, panting raggedly while his pale butt drove his four-and-a-half inch boypole deeply into his darling girl. Her cunt spasmed on him, and he felt the hot velvet ripple around the flared head of his rod. "Un-guh!" he gulped, pausing deep inside her for the briefest second before resuming his athletic efforts.

But Sammy was, after all, only twelve, and he had lasted longer than most boys' first times. He fucked faster and faster and then he howled "...commmming..!" Darcie's orgasm spread out from the shaft of Sammy's pistoning dick, and she arced up against him. It wasn't as powerful as the one he had given her when his tongue had found her clit last night, but she loved being full of her Sammy. The boy made a very strange noise, a kind of high-tenor croak. He was coming. She rode the pre-teen's quivering, sweating, taut body, slung beneath him, as Sammy's eyes flew open and he thrust forward savagely, deeply, into her gooey box and pinned her to his bed, flailing his knees frantically around, as if he was trying to crawl forward and push her whole body with his very, very hard little boner.

"AH!!! AH!!! AHH!!! GGHK!! OH!OH! nnnnAH! nnnAH! nnnnAH, DARCIE, OOOHHHHHHhhhhhh!!!" squealed the young boy as his entire soul fountained out of the head of his dick and pooled in the end of his first rubber. He writhed crazily above her for almost ten seconds, making continual small staccato 'uh!uh!' noises in the back of his throat as the first major orgasm of his life took him over completely.

Darcie, deeply penetrated, came wonderfully, like a shower of warm sparks, feeling Sammy's thundering climax in his knotted muscles and madly throbbing cock. She held her breath and came again as he was relaxing on her, his legs still, his racing young heart slowing, the enormous pleasure ebbing away. Darcie wriggled and cooed up to Sammy. They rolled over, side-by-side, both of them trying to breathe normally, both aware of the magic they had just shared. He touched her lips with his, still locked to her, still hard inside her. She held his butt to her, to let him know she liked him deep in there like that. They opened their eyes. Sammy said "Darcie.... cool! Thank you, Darcie, thank.....ssput!!..." and then he was crying piteously in her arms, whining "Daaaarcieee, oh God, Daaaaarrrciieee...." She brushed his curly hair out of his face and kissed away the boyish tears. She thought for a millisecond of what it would have been like if Geoff Oscar had done this with her, and a thrill of good feeling went through her legs. Sammy was softening, finally! and he rolled on his back, still snivelling, while she curled up in his arms. The full rubber dangled loosely on his now flaccid boyhood, and she stripped it off of him. "I love you, Sam."

"I love you Darcie. You ain't... you ain't mad or nothin'?"

"Mad! I'm not mad, that was the coolest thing I ever had, Sam Libowitz, and I love you, and we're gonna do it again. And again. So I'm not mad. There."

"Oh Darce, it felt so good being in you, I hope I didn't come too fast, but I couldn't help it..."

"I came too, Sammy, and girls are never s'posed to come the first time. You were sweet and kind and you're my boyfriend forever."

"Maybe we can get married sometime....." said the awed boy.

"Then you could take the rubber off and we could have kids..."

"That would be so cool..... c'mere, I wanna kiss ya..."

Whoa, Dude! Chapter 3

In the middle of a great action scene, in the middle of the dark movie house, Geoff's face went blank for a second and he said "Ohhh, wowwww.." under his breath. Ron was paying attention to the movie.

"Ron!" he whispered.

Ron draped his arm casually around the back of the boy's seat. "Yeah?" he asked not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Your sister and Sam Libowitz just did it. Wow!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I'm pretty sure Sam and your sister are doin' it right now."

"Huh? Geoff... are you joking?"

"No, Ronny, I just got, like, a picture, I dunno, it was like Darcie was holding him and he was orgasm-ing. I saw it."

".... Geoff... You sure about this? She's only twelve, so's Sam."

"So was I, dude." They were both whispering.

"Wait till after the movie, I wanna hear more, dude."

"Sure!" said Geoff happily, sporting a stiff boypole from the intensity of his vision.

Walking over to the ice cream parlor after the movie, Ronny re-asked his question. "So, Geoff, dude, what'd you say about Darcie and Sammy?"

"Ron, y'know how I can sometimes 'see' stuff that's happening to other people, like, you know, how I can know what you're thinking sometimes?"

"Yeah... it's a cool part of ya, Geoffster, it's awesome when you call me with that shit....."

"Well, it's usually when the person is having some real intense something happening to them, and I kinda get like, this, picture, kinda, in my head..."

"I know, dude, ya told me this."

"Okay, okay.... I'm sure that Sammy Libowitz got laid to your sister tonight, like I saw her and him over at Sammy's house, I been in his room a lot and it was definitely his... I'm sure he was spermin', and I got a huge boner, I almost came in my pants, Ron...."

Ronald suddenly realized he was having an extremely graphic, very private conversation with a thirteen-year-old boy, in the middle of a crowded shopping mall. Ron looked up suddenly, but to his relief, no-one seemed to be paying them the slightest attention. "Shhhh, Geoff, dude! Keep yer voice down, man! Someone's gonna hear us!"

Although he had grown a little, and was quite obviously maturing physically, Geoff's voice was still the clear high alto of late boyhood, and it carried, especially when Geoff was excited or enthusiastic. Geoff lowered it down to a conspiratorial whisper. "I bet if you ask her she'll get all embarrassed. Sammy had it in her all the way, I know it, Ron.... I just know it!"

Ron was a little taken aback by his boyfriend's revelation. He had learned that Geoff's 'visions' were generally true, and he knew as well that Darcie and Sammy seemed to be an item lately.... it could very well be! It felt very weird to the older boy: he had once entertained a major crush for young Master Samuel, and to think of him actually screwing his little sister... but then again, his beloved Geoffster had been Sammy's age when they had first done it, so...."

"Josh is gettin' laid too, you know..." he said.

"Yeah! Sammy told me all about it once after Hebrew school. He said he had watched a couple of times when Josh and his girlfriend were doin' it on the couch... they were havin' too much fun to notice Sammy spyin' on 'em."

"Did he get off?"

"He said the first time he saw them fuck he was scared and went back up to his bedroom, but he beat off up there a buncha times thinkin' about it. Then the next morning real early he heard them talking, and pretty soon she was moaning or something, so he went down to peek, and he said Joshua was just going at it... like the porn tapes.... then Josh told her he was gonna come and when Sammy heard that, he shot off in his undershorts without even touching his dick... that freaked him out and he went back upstairs. He said they fuck a lot with each other, and he can hear it in his room."

"Yeah. Josh and Sherry feel the same way as you 'n me. They really love each other. I bet they might get married one day."

The two boys were still whispering over their ice cream. Ron saw a far-away look come into Geoff's eyes and the younger boy fell silent. Ron let him think for a while. "R-Ron.... I...."

"Geoff, what's up? You 'kay?"

"Yeahhh... I just kinda, well.....I kinda love you a lot, that's all." One of the boy's clear hazel eyes spilled over down his smooth cheek.

"Dude. Don't. Pleeeease, Geoffrey, I'll start bawlin' right here in the mall, please.... you too.... don't cry now, please...." Ron pleaded with his boyfriend urgently. Geoff sniffed a couple of times and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Sorry, Ron...."

"It's cool, Geoffrey dude. I know how ya feel. Me too, you know that."

"Ron?"

"Hmm?"

"You ever think about bein' married, like?"

"Huh? Geoff.... I don't think so...."

"No, no! I mean, like, us, kinda, you know......"

"......Oh. Yeah, dude, actually, I kinda have. How 'bout you?"

"I did just now, that's why I was almost cryin'. I'd really like that."

"Well, we can get close. We can live together after you're eighteen, I'll be twenty-one, and I'll take care of ya. You can go to law school and I'll be becoming a doctor, but we'll be with each other."

"I can't wait, Ronny. You wanna go?"

"Yeah, let's go somewhere in the car and talk."

"Cool. Outahere!"

They gathered up their plunder and rode the escalators up to the parking structure, just two more kids out of thousands, veteran mallrats at the mall.

Whoa, Dude! Chapter 4

The two boys found Ron's car, after getting off on the wrong level of the parking garage and then indulging in an impromptu hide-and-go-seek session. Ron was maybe a bit too old to have been running in and out from between parked cars, but that was the influence his Geoffrey had on him. Ron could let himself be a kid for a few more golden moments, a small wicker-straw barrier against the approaching tide of adult-hood.

Actually, Geoff won more times than Ron, and they found themselves, quite by accident, just down the row from Ron's Dad's venerable Celica. They opened up the doors and put their stuff in the back, and then got in and Ron started the motor. Geoff looked around quickly and then yanked Ron over suddenly and stuck a wet tongue down the older boy's throat, holding him tightly for a second and then shoving him back upright, a completely surprised look on his handsome face. Ron wiped his lips with the sleeve of his shirt and then also glanced around guiltily.

"Jeeez, Geoff.... cool it! Somebody might be watching!!"

"There's no one, I checked."

"There's cameras all over this place..."

"None near here Ronny, I looked. I'm not exactly stupid, you know."

"Yeah, I just wasn't prepared, that's all. I was kinda scared."

"Well, fine, Ronny...if you don't wanna kiss, we don't have to!"

"No, Geoff.... that's not.... wait! That's not what I meant!"

Geoff folded his arms over his chest and proceeded to pout. He turned away from Ronny and stared out the car window. Ron put the car into gear and began threading his way out of the parking structure. "Geoff, don't, let's not fight... Geoff, dude, listen to me..."

"What?"

"Dude..."

"What?"

"What are you mad at?"

"You."

"Why??"

Geoff just 'huffed' and said nothing.

"Geoffster, I, you, you're...... takin' this all wrong!"

"Am not."

"You are."

"Am not."

"Dude.... chill. You're actin' like an immature little kid right now and you're buggin' me."

"Immature little kids shouldn't kiss 'till they're older, huh??" Geoff's voice dripped with teenage sarcasm.

"Fuck, you, man. Fine! We don't need to kiss. Fine. Cool! That's the way it is." It was Ron's turn to pout, and both boys began to behave as if the other wasn't there. Ron drove through the night to their neighborhood. Geoff suddenly spoke.

"Don't turn here yet. Let's park and talk."

"Fuck you, Geoff, I'm pissed."

"Ron, no, really, let's talk...."

"About what?"

"I don't wanna be mad at you..."

"Well, you started this."

"I know, you hurt me."

"I didn't hurt you, Geoff, you embarrassed me and I was shittin' myself in case somebody saw us. What'd ya expect me to do?"

"I.... Ron, you're takin' this too serious, dude."

"Am not."

"Am."

"Am not."

"OKAY!! Okay, already! I give up!" said Geoff giggling. "I'm sorry, man, next time I'll give ya some warning, okay? Deal? Okay?"

"Geoff?"

"Yeahhhh??"

"You can warn me any time now.." Ron had parked the car in a secluded area near the small woodsy patch by their houses. The thirteen-year-old unsnapped his seatbelt and slid over next to his boyfriend. Ron felt a soft familiar hand press down between his legs against the curve of his nuts. Ron's dick began to fill and lengthen down the inside of his thigh, and Geoff cupped the growing shaft in his palm.

He pulled the older boy down to him and smiled as their lips brushed. "Prepare to be frenched..." he said, and then kept his promise. He felt Ron's arm encircle him, and then Ron's hand was unzipping him, digging around in his briefs, pulling his boyhood out and jacking him off, just the tips of Ron's fingers, clasping the delicate head and slim shaft of Geoff's boner like a spider, causing the boy to squirm and gasp in his mouth. Ron was himself being pleasured deeply by the strong young hand sliding up and down between his legs. As if by agreement, both boys broke off their kiss and got out of the car, Geoff running around to where Ron was standing. As he got there, Ron finished lowering his pants and undershorts, and collected Geoff in his arms again, his hard cock rising up from the tail of his shirt. Geoff was still poking out of the fly of his pants, and Ron resumed his erotic ministrations. He held Geoff's back to him, facing away, his left arm around the boy's chest, his right hand busy between Geoff's legs. The eighth-grader started to saw his hips back and forth, clasping Ron's strong left forearm with both his small hands and rolling his head from side to side against the firm pectorals beneath Ron's shirt..

"Gawd, Ronnnee, 'm gonna shoot... gonna shooot... gonna shhhhh....UH!"

The boy arched in Ron's arms and his straining young kid-dick throbbed and pulsed in Ron's palm as sweet teen semen spurted out onto the grass and both their sneakers. Geoff moaned "Ronnnneeeee, feeeeeellls so good, feels good, feels good....!" and then he giggled and relaxed back against his sixteen-year-old. Ron supported the panting boy until he felt a warm hand find his bone. "I wanna do you.." said the boy.

"Cool, Geoffster, I'm, like, needin' it, dude..."

Geoff stood to Ron's right side and put his left arm around the small of Ron's back. He felt Ron's arm go protectively around him as he began to jack his lover off. Ron's head lolled back against the car roof.

"Damn! Geoff, this is so good dude!"

"Cool, Ronny, I'm glad! Love you, dude!"

"Whoa, dude! Gettin' there quick, keep goin'... ahhh, this's great."

"Yeah, I came good and hard when you did it for me... I was shootin' and shootin'."

Ron puffed and panted for a moment, concentrating on the elegantly pleasurable feelings his boyfriend was making in him. The older teenager felt each quick stroke of Geoff's hand as the tingles, tickles, and little shudders built up in his hips and balls and back. Goosebumps broke out on the boy's forearms and cheeks, and his strong shaft lifted and hardened in pre-orgasmic stiffening. Ron reminded himself once again whose hand this was and how cute they were and how good this felt... the thought that he had just made his beloved Geoffster feel this way sent a potent wave of warm erotic fuzziness through the teen's sex-tensed body, and it proved the trigger that sent him gasping over the edge. He spasmodically tightened his arm around the younger boy, then bucked his hips out moaning.

"Awwwwwooooohhhh, Geoffffff....hhhhAAAAHHH! h-AHHHH! h-AHHHH! ah-ah-ah h-AHHHH! Ohhhh, Geoff, ohhh, Geoff, yeahhhh, fuuuuck! Awesome!"

Ron was leaned way back against the car, his lovely brown eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, pale hips thrust out, as several healthy jets of thick warm white guy-cream roped out over Geoff's previous offerings, as well as both their sneakers. Neither of them noticed.

Ron held his position for a few moments and then began to relax. Geoff moved beside him and unwrapped his warm hand from around Ron's deflating boytool. He glanced over at Geoff to find the younger kid staring right at him, while holding the thumb and forefinger of his right hand to his full lips. Geoff was slowly tasting Ron's sperm! A wet shock went through Ronny and he half-turned to face Geoff, who continued to gaze fixedly into Ron's eyes. Ron gathered his beloved boyfriend into his strong young arms and hugged tightly, feeling Geoff reciprocate as their faces met, and Ron shared his tastes with Geoffrey.

Their kiss was pure romance, the way it sometimes is between boys in first love. They gave everything of themselves completely to each other, stopping only when the lights of a distant car swept past them. Geoff held out his hand and just touched Ron's jaw muscles with the delicate tips of his fingers. The boy's eyes shone and his beautiful face was softened and glowing with the intensity of his young emotions. Ron held the boy's wrist and wrapped the palm around his mouth, kissing the hand of the young man he loved so deeply, so desperately. They were silent. No words needed to be spoken. Then, the magic was over. Geoff reached down and tucked himself back into his pants, zipping up his zipper. Ron bent and pulled his clothes back up, and they headed off for home, chatting about what they might like to do in the coming week.

"Ron? You ever done it with anyone but me 'n that Elliot dude?"

"Uhh, no... you know that. Why?"

"I don't know. Just curious."

"Geoff, we talked about this... you worried 'bout something, dude?"

"No, no! Ron, everything's cool. I was just wondering, that's all."

Ron drove along quietly for a moment, musing to himself. "Geoffster, if something's wrong, you can tell me, even if it's really bad. Cool?

"I know that! Nothing's wrong. I was just wonderin'."

"Okay. Shit, man! I wonder if Darcie and Sam are..."

Geoff squinched up his eyes. "....ummmm.... no, I can't see anything. But in the movie, dude! I popped so hard I thought I was gonna cream my jeans, I could hear Sammy going like, 'ah!ah!, ah!ah!' and he was deep inside her.... I could feel him comin', like... it was weird!"

"Dude! I'm blown away... I can't imagine my sister doin' it with a guy, let alone Josh's little brother.."

"He ain't that little, Ron he's my height, but I weigh a little more."

"You ever seen him?"

"You mean like naked?"

".... yeah, kinda..."

"Just his dick once when we were pissin' next to each other... that was last year and we weren't very big yet. I guess his is the size of mine. You seen Josh's.... oh yeah! you guys used to do it to pornos.... hey Ron.... wait, you said you and me and Elliot were the only..."

"That's weird, Geoff, I forgot about me 'n Josh beatin' it in eighth! That's really weird, dude! I guess it's cause we didn't do all that much and I didn't have feelings for him, ya know? We were just doin' it to be doin' it, and 'cause Josh would get all horny and go bananas over how bad he wanted to fuck a girl, so I'd jack him off and he'd pretend it was pussy."

"You really forgot?"

"Yeah, till you reminded me, but I told you about him when we first met, dude, so that's how you knew about it."

"Sam says Josh is a nympho now."

"Can't be, only girls are nymphos. Guys are something else, I can't remember it now... but Josh sure got into it with Sherry, that's all he talks about at school, and they're always together, always kissin' and rubbin' in the halls... even the teachers notice them."

"Does he like, walk around popped?"

"Dude, last week, they were frenchin' in the Quad by the library, and when I walked up to say 'Hi!' there was like this wet spot where Josh had gone off in his jeans. So I said 'Hey, dude! How'd that feel?' and he got all embarrassed and went into the bathroom to try and clean it up."

Geoff thought this was intensely funny and began to laugh uproariously. Ron loved his Geoffster's laugh, and they were still chuckling and snickering as they pulled up into Ron's driveway. There was no one home. Ron had brief fantasies of surprising his sister and her boyfriend humping madly on the couch, but the house was deserted. Geoff got his stuff and got ready to leave. "Thank you Ronny, love you Ronny, love you, love you!" sang the boy, holding him and rocking back and forth.

"Whoa, dude, Geoffster.... you don't know how much I love you, dude, you've made my life so perfect, Geoff, I hope you love me half as much as I love you..."

"Oh, Ron, this is so good. I wanna be with you all the time. I want us to live together, we can have Easter and Passover and Chanukka and Christmas and..."

"Shit man, we could even adopt a poor little kid that nobody wanted and be like a family..."

"No way, Ron..."

"Why not, Geoff, that would really be a neat idea.."

"Absolutely not, that's final!" said Geoff, but with a twinkle.

"Dude: why not???"

"I don't want the competition, Ronny, you, you.... kid-o-phile!"

"More like Geoff-o-phile, dude... c'mere n' kiss me again..."

Whoa, Dude! Chapter 5

Sunday was a busy-family-stuff kind of day for both boys, so apart from a morning 'hi how are you' type of phone call, both of them had plenty of stuff to do. Darcie did, too, however she had Company....

It was very, very strange indeed for Ron Frank to be around Sammy and his sister, knowing as he did that the two younger kids were sexually active. And it was manifestly apparent to the boy, though Mom seemed totally oblivious to it, that Geoff had told the truth about them. They were acting just like Josh and Sherry, and Ron kept up a surreptitious vigilance when he was in the same room with them. He was rewarded more than once with a quick view of Sam's slim cock pressing stiffly out along the side of his zipper, and once, as the two went down the hall in front of Ronny, they stole a quick kiss and a squeeze, not realizing they were observed. Ron reflected on just how much Sex he was suddenly surrounded with... it seemed everyone he knew was doing it with everyone else.... two more of his school acquaintances were involved with their girlfriends, and Ron instinctively knew from the way they talked that they were really 'experienced'.

But he was happy, too, happy with his Geoffrey, happy that his life seemed to be going smoothly, happy that in a month he'd be Seventeen. Ron worked around the house, his thoughts drifting over the last six months. It seemed incredible to him that he had known Geoff Oscar for only half a year. It felt like half their lives! And Geoff was most definitely growing up before Ron's eyes. When they first met, Geoff had still been a slightly pudgy (though 'killer' cute) little kid, and he had acted that way. Now that his parents were in therapy (and Geoff with them, sometimes) and he was more than halfway to fourteen, his adult features were asserting themselves, filtered through the haze of puberty. Ron thought Geoff was the most breath-takingly beautiful boy he'd ever seen, and so did a lot of the girls in Geoff's classes. He was constantly being hit on umercifully by young women everywhere, much to the consternation of his male classmates. If they only knew!! Also unbeknownst to Geoff or Ron had been the hidden, deeply-secret feelings of his school-chum Michael.

Michael Norman was Geoff's age, their birthdays being only weeks apart, Geoff slightly older. They were not close friends, but they talked a lot, mostly about science, and liked each other for the quick intellect they each shared. One day at lunch in seventh grade, they had been holding forth in debate about just what would happen if the Moon fell into the Earth. Several other kids had been gathered around listening, offering comments, and kibitzing. Geoff (this was still pre-Ron) had looked up at the partially cloudy sky and said:

"I dunno, Mikey. A lot of really beautiful stuff would get killed if that actually happened...."

It was if someone had slugged Mike Norman across the back of his head with a baseball bat. He choked and hacked for a moment while Geoff continued the discussion, unaware of his friend's discomfort. From that very second, Mike was in love with Geoff... 100% dedicated, complete, die-gladly-for-you-type boylove... and the poor kid dared not speak it! Had no real idea what was happening to him! No frame of reference!

Michael just knew that all he wanted, all his life, was to be friends with Geoff Oscar. And he was satisfied because, during school, they got to be with each other. The quiet, hyper-intelligent boy thought for hours about what Geoff had said, about how he felt... and how nothing else in his life would be as important as helping Geoff, being there for Geoff, rescuing Geoff if bad guys came to get him, getting rich from the Lottery and giving the money to a foundation so Geoff would never have to work for a living.... Mikey loved Geoff. But, whereas Geoff was an extrovert, and more than a little assertive, Mike was quiet, shy, and an orphan living with his uncle's family... so he stayed inside his own rich inner world.... never giving Geoff the slightest hint of his deep feelings. Until one day......

They were all out on the field, playing softball for PE, at ten o'clock in the morning. Geoff was pitching, which he wasn't very good at, and Roger Payne was up to bat, which he wasn't all that good at, either. The game was going unevenly along when Roger connected solidly with one of Geoff's underhand lobs, straight back down the line, plowing directly into Geoff's middle, bowling him over and knocking him completely breathless. Michael was sitting on the bench playing idly with a glove, when his attention was captured by the sudden commotion on the field. The usual jostling circle of kids were standing noisily around someone indistinct lying on the ground. Michael wandered over to see just as Coach arrived and scattered the crowd. Mike's gentle heart stopped. There, on the ground in a heap, lay his beloved Geoff, eyes closed, not moving, Coach bending over him while the other boys looked on.

Michael's legs went out from under him and he flopped to the grass like a discarded doll. His friend Justin looked over and saw him fall, and assuming he'd tripped, detached himself from the crowd of boys to help. Michael's head was spinning and he was quite literally sick with fear. Justin held out a hand and Mike heaved himself back upright, a stricken look on his face. "Is he... is he, is.... how's G-G-Geoff.."

"He's cool, just got the wind knocked out of him, it was rad! Booof! Right in th' gut! Ol' Roger sure got Osky dead-on....!" Justin had not the slightest idea of the effect his blood-thirsty observations were having on Mike. "A foot lower and Geoff would got it in th' nads!!

"He gonna be okay....??" the boy asked plaintively.

"Oh, sure." snorted Justin. "He was only out fer a coupla' seconds."

Michael wobbled over to where Geoffrey lay doubled up on the ground, moaning and coughing. Coach was kneeling beside him talking quietly to him, saying "Breathe, that's it, just breathe deep, there you go, now breathe again..." Mike sank to his knees beside coach. "Norman, you need something?" the man demanded.

"Huh? Uh, no, no, sir... it's just my, uh, Geoff's my friend, I was worried...." Something in his face must have told the coach that he was telling the truth, for when the stretcher arrived Michael was allowed to be the other bearer, and he went the whole way back praying to every God he knew... "Please don't let anything happen to Geoff, please don't let him be hurt, please let me help him..." By the time they got back to the locker room, Geoff was recovering, and after lying down for a few minutes, the sore boy sat up and rubbed his bruised stomach. "You need to go to the nurse, Oscar?" asked Coach.

"No, I'll be okay, now I can breathe again..."

"Alright, you stay here for the rest of the period, that's only ten minutes... you can get changed if you want to. Norman?"

"Uh, yes, sir?"

"Are you needed here?"

Mike looked back at Geoff. Geoff looked at him, then realized in a flash what was going on. "Sir, it'd be nice if Mike could stay here with me, if that's okay with you."

"Fine with me... Norman, help your buddy... I'll see you two tomorrow. Get changed and get to your next classes." The man turned and was gone. Geoff had had another one of his visions, another one of his moments of connectedness with another person while they were in crisis. He sized up the situation in a flash. This kid was a friend! And, though Geoff had no overt sexual feelings for him, he was intrigued by the sheer depth of emotion hidden behind the other boy's thick glasses.

Geoff exhaled, then changed Michael's life forever. "Dude, I'm, like, really glad you stayed here with me." Mike's jaw fell open. "I really need a friend like you right now."

"I'm here, Geoff, anytime you need me. You feelin' okay? Can I do anything for you?"

"Yeah, help me out of my gym clothes, my fuckin' stomach hurts..."

Geoff didn't know what Mike thought about sex, or even if he did, but he figured if anything was going on, the kid would show it. Geoff let the boy help him over to his locker. "Go get your stuff and bring it here, we can get changed together." Geoff shamelessly began to give Michael every opportunity to bridge the adolescent-fear-intimacy gap. He noted that Mike fairly flew over to his locker, ripped the lock open, and came bounding back with an armload of clothes. The quiet boy was trembling visibly. Geoff was beginning to enjoy the attention. They began to undress.

Geoff was slightly taller than Mike at five-one, and definitely heavier by about twenty pounds. Mike's hair was dark red-brown, and he had a huge crop of Norman Rockwell-esque freckles just now starting to fade as youth overtook boyhood. He synchronized his efforts with Geoff, and soon they were down to their jocks. Geoff made a big show of trying to stand up, and Mike sprang to his side to help. He looked completely ridiculous dressed in nothing but thick black-framed glasses, a digital watch on his white skinny wrist, and a boy's jockstrap. Geoff considered asking Mikey to help him pull his supporter off, but figured that was a little much. Geoff tugged it down and it fell to his ankles. Mike was still holding him by the elbow. "You okay?" he asked the naked boy. "Yeah, I'm okay, Mike, you're really helpin' me." Geoff noticed that Mike's eyes never left his face, never once glanced down to Geoff's waist. Then Michael bent down, and when he stood up, he was naked too. Geoff couldn't help himself... he had to look.

Michael Norman was cute in his own way, though not the beauty that Geoff as turning into. He was just behind Geoff in development, his voice not yet changed, his body still a boy's. He had a few tiny curly hairs just at the root of his penis, which was Geoff's size, not quite five inches, but slightly skinnier. His balls were Geoff's size, but they hung down much looser and swung from side to side as he moved. Mike suddenly realized Geoff was checking him out. The boy reddened immediately and sat down to start pulling his underwear on. He stopped and looked up at Geoff for a second. "G-Geoff...?"

"Yeah?"

"You... you think I'm.... am I, you know..."

"Are you what, Mike? You okay..?"

"Yeah, I just, I saw you looking, and I wanna know.... something."

"What, dude? We're scientists, we can discuss anything."

"Yeah. Do you think I'm, am I, like, developed sufficiently?"

Geoff suppressed a snicker at Mike's choice of words. The look on the boy's face and the anxiety radiating from him was enough for anyone to see that he was in great pain. "Stand up again, dude.." Mike did so.

"I'm gonna touch you... okay?"

"S-s-sure... yeah. (gulp!)"

Geoff gently hefted the trembling boy's balls, then grasped the limp penis and mentally compared it to his beloved Ronny's. "You beat off?"

"Huh?"

"You beat off, Mikey?"

"Yeah, s-s-sure. Lotsa kids do it."

"You spermin' yet?"

"Y-yeah, recently..."

"How recently?"

"Oh, um.... about.... two weeks ago, I guess, no, wait, three weeks."

"You do it a lot?"

"What's a lot?"

"Five times a day..."

"Wha.... no, way, Geoff, you can't do it five...."

"I'm kiddin' ya, Mike. I do it twice mostly. Once in the morning to relax me and then at night in bed." Geoff let Mike's Apparatus go, noticing that only one of them was growing a bone.

"Are you.... are you getting an, e-, uh, Geoff?"

"Am I gettin' popped? Yeah, kinda..."

"You scared?"

"Not with you around..."

"Really? You mean, I, like, I helped you Geoffrey...?"

Geoff reached over and took the boy's thin shoulders in his hands, a gesture he meant to be just friendly. Mike interpreted it differently, though.

"Mike, we been friends for more'n a year now. You help me a lot. I'm glad I know you. You the only other kid I know who I can talk to about science and philosophy and that kind of stuff. I'd be really lonely at school without you here." This last line was a bit of an exaggeration, but Geoff was clumsily trying to 'play up' to Michael, and it was working!

Whoa, Dude! Chapter 6

Mike fell away, out from under Geoff's hands, slumping down with a clatter against the lockers. He looked up at Geoff. "Would you be grossed out if you knew a guy, like, really liked you a lot, Geoff?"

"No, I'd be honored."

"What if someone you knew really well liked you for a really close friend, but it was like real intense and they..."

"Mike... I know what yer sayin'. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Cause I... Geoff!! Geoff, you mean it!?! You know.... you know! You, you.... G-G-Geofffff..... " Two jewel-clear tears spilled out from the center of the naked thirteen-year-old's brown eyes and picked their way down his freckled cheeks. Geoff bent over to him, taking his face in his hands. Almost like a parent to his child he said: "Dude, get a grip, the PE class is gonna be in here any second, we gotta get dressed. I know how you feel. I think we need to talk, but not here. Can you come over to my house?"

"Yeah."

"You know Ron Frank?"

"That Darcie's brother?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, he's cool, for a big kid. He always says 'hi' to me."

"He's like, my best friend. He'll help us. Get dressed, hurry!"

Both boys jumped into their clothes. While they were buttoning their shirts, Mike asked "Geoff, you never told me if you thought I was underdeveloped or what..."

"No, dude, Mike, you're fine. You know Albert DiLillio?"

"Yeah... oh, yeah! He's underdeveloped, all right.." Albert was the littlest kid in their class, just four-ten and seventy pounds, tiny dick, no hair, voice like a third-grader.... and older than either Geoff or Michael.

"Hey, uh, Mike? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Geoffrey, anything.."

"You ever think about, us, like, you know, you and me, when yer doin' it at night?"

Mike looked shocked. "...No! No way! I could never, I mean, I..."

"You think about other kids?"

"......yeah..."

"Like, who...?"

"Oh, Geoff, promise you won't tell... promise me..."

"Mikey, I just held your cock in my hand, like I'm gonna tell people about this?"

"I think about sleeping over with Justin Tannenbaum, and me lying on top...." the boy faltered and looked up at Geoff suddenly.

"Yeah, Jus is kinda cute, I bet he shoots it when he jacks.."

"I think about him and me rubbing our... bodies... together and sometimes he.... kisses me and I like have my, my orgasm at the same time his is and then we fall asleep together and that's what I like to think about."

"Cool fantasy, Mike. I wonder if Justin would actually go for that.."

The sudden ringing of the bells brought the boy's conversation to a close, and they walked off to their mid-morning classes. Michael's thoughts were whirling with the intensity of his sudden encounter with Geoff, and now it looked like his sad, quiet life was going to take an oft hoped-for turn. One of Handel's baroque arias popped into his head and he unconsciously started humming the tune out loud as he merged in with the crowd of kids.

Geoff was still thinking about Mike and Justin humping each other, and that led him to remembering the times he and Ron had given each other totally awesome orgasms that way... Geoff's boyhood completed it's interrupted arousal and Geoff knew that only coming would get it down. He had just under five minutes. He whipped into the first bathroom he could, down to the end stall, books on the floor, pants down, dick out, images of Ron's face buried in his straining crotch, remembering the warmth of Ronny's sweet spurting come-loads, a picture of Ron sucking on Mike's big nuts, while Geoff jacked the boy off.... "Ohhhhhh.." whispered Geoff as his body treated him to a pleasant, tingly-good come, his increasingly abundant sperm shooting up an inch or so to land in his thin brown pubic hair, then rolling down the back of his hand to drip between his thighs. He would have loved to have sat there luxuriating in the feelings, but he knew that he had only seconds more. He rolled off a fistful of toilet paper and swabbed up the mess, flushing it away as he zipped back up. When he walked out of the stall, a kid he didn't know was just standing there. Geoff looked at the boy, who was regarding him with a strange expression.

"W'sup?" asked Geoff casually.

"Not much..." replied the boy, a very blond, surfer/skate-kid type. The bell went off. "See ya." said Geoffrey. "Later days." replied the boy, turning to watch him go. Geoff wracked his brain, trying to remember if the kid had been in the bathroom when Geoff had come in, of if he remembered someone entering while he was... damn! Geoff had been so intent on his fantasy that he couldn't remember if he had checked the bathroom out first, or if he hadn't... what if that dude knew what Geoff had been doing? Who was he? Geoff had seen him around, but he wasn't in Geoff's circle of friends... what if he'd heard Geoff coming? What if he'd heard Geoff beatin' it? The poor kid slumped down into his American History seat just as the tardy bell rang. Amanda Whitmore scurried in through the door and jumped into her desk. Mr. Kerner glanced at her from the corner of one eye.

"Quite acrobatic, Miss Whitmore." he said dryly, and the class broke into a laugh, which Geoff needed right then.

This was Tuesday, the week after Ron and Geoff had played hide-and-seek in the Mall. That night, on the phone, Geoff told Ron about Michael and what had transpired.

"So, like, Ronny, I think the kid's in major love with me or something, and I need you to help us out."

"Sure, Geoff... I kinda know him... he came to a couple of Darcie's birthday parties when you guys were little. How do you know how he feels?"

"Well, I kinda got that from him in the locker room, you know, I, like, knew it, like I do, and then he started cryin' and told me that he'd really like it if we were friends, and I thought it'd be cool, but I, like, Ron... I don't want you to think anything's wrong between us, Ron, I..."

"Dude, Geoffster... you're my life. Nothing can ever come between us, I swear that."

"Oh, Ronny, you're the best boyfriend a kid ever had... I'm gonna bring Mike over for you to meet, you'll like him, he's not obnoxious like I am.."

"Geoff, fuck you, you are not obnoxious."

"Fuck you, I am."

"Fuck you, yer not."

"Fuck you!"

"No, fuck you!"

"When?"

"Any time, Geoffster, wanna come over?"

"Ummm, naw, can't. I got home-shit-work to do."

"Damn. You get me all hot and then, you let me down."

"Dude! You, like, popped? You wanna phone-fuck?"

"No, I'm kiddin' ya, I'm fine, besides, everyone's home right now and I ain't got much privacy. When you'n Mike comin' over here?"

"Tomorrow after school... maybe Darcie'll be screwing with Sam somewhere and we can all be alone."

"Dude, she has been disappearing a lot more, and Sunday I seen Sam's bone a lot when he was around here... it's still kinda weird..."

"Okay, Ron, I gotta go, I'll call ya tonight to say 'goodnight', then I'm comin' over tomorrow. Cool? I love you..."

"Love you too, Geoff.... talk to you later.."

"Later, dude.."

Ron hung up his phone and went back to cleaning up the odds and ends of his own homework. He had no inkling whatsoever that this was to be the last week of his childhood, the last moments of his old life, and that the beginning of his new life would explode upon him like a sudden ambush.....

Whoa, Dude! Chapter 7

Wednesday afternoon Ron answered the front door to find Geoff and Mikey waiting there. Ron had not seen Michael in almost two years, and he was slightly surprised to see how the spindly little kid had grown up into a kinda cute, if geeky looking, young man. Mike was Geoff's height, as reported, but he was still skinny and that tended to accentuate his knees and elbows. Also, he was very nearsighted, and his thick glasses made his light brown eyes look smaller. With them off, the boy had the same beautiful eyelashes that Geoffrey had. Ron invited them up to his room.

Just like Geoff had months ago, Michael moved slowly around Ron's room, lingering over his books and sorting through his CD collection.

"Wanna play some tunes?" offered Ron.

"Um, no, nothing here I like... sorry.." The eighth-grader turned suddenly. "no offense, I mean... I just like... I like different music, that's all."

"What, like classical?"

"Yeah, kinda I guess. The kids all think I'm weird."

"I don't, Mike. Neither does Geoff. That's why it's cool you could come over here. Geoff and me are like, really close with each other, and he told me a little about you. He told me you were really good in science and math."

"Yeah! I'm gonna be a scientist..."

"Dude! You are a scientist!" Geoff interrupted him.

"No, I mean really, I'm gonna get a PhD and do research."

"Cool, Mike. I'm gonna be a psychologist, and the Geoff-monster next to ya's gonna be a slime-wad, er, lawyer, sorry... heyyy!!.."

Geoff stood up and simply fell over onto Ron, pinning him to the rug and the pulling the older boy's wrists up behind his back. Mike laughed out loud and then forgot he was supposed to serious and mature and jumped in to help Geoffrey. Ron was not really a match for both boys at once, and even though the teenager put forth maximum effort, the two younger kids had him swiftly immobilized. Ron kinda dug it, having Boy all over him that way....

"O-okay-y, guys.... okay I give, I giiiiive.... jeezus, Geoff, OW!"

"Michael, shall we let him up?"

"If he promises to be good..."

"Ron, do you promise to be good?"

"I'll try..."

"Okay, Geoff, let's let him up.."

The three resumed their position on the floor of Ron's bedroom, sitting crosslegged facing each other. The wrestling had broken the ice, and made Michael feel more at ease in the presence of an older kid he didn't know all that well. He was acutely aware of Geoff next to him, still breathing hard from their exercise. "So dude, you kinda like my Geoffster, huh?"

"Oh, yeah, a lot. I don't have all that many friends, and Geoff never hurts me or treats me bad."

"That's cause I like you, too, Mikey. I told you that."

"I know. (sigh). I just, I didn't know how you would react if I told you what I really felt like, and I was scared..."

"Mike," said Ron. "Has Geoff ever told you much about him 'n me?"

"A little. He said you guys were best friends. I thought that was neat 'cause we're younger and all..."

"Yeah. He didn't tell you anything else, like, personal stuff?"

"No, um no...! Wait! I don't understand....."

"Yes you do." said Geoff simply.

Mike stared at them open mouthed, eyes wide.

"Be cool, now, Mike, we're supposed to be friends here..."

"Aw, aw, I.... I wish I was deaaddd...." Inexplicably, the boy bent his head over his lap, his hands folded together, and wept silently while Ron and Geoff sat there stunned. Ron was first to react. He reached over to touch the sobbing boy's shoulder. There was no reaction. Geoff put an arm around him. "Hey, Mikey, Mikey, dude, what's up? Why are you cryin'?"

"Mike, what's wrong, dude? We'll help you, what's wrong?" Ron pulled at the poor skinny shoulders. Mike raised his tear-streaked face to Ron's, his glasses puddled and dripping. "He's yours, Ron, you're so lucky... you're so damn lucky...." and dissolved again into wretched sobbing. Ron knew instantly what was wrong. Mike thought Ron wanted Geoff all to himself! Ron looked at his boyfriend over the bent heaving back of the stricken youngster. Geoff met his gaze, nodding, his expression giving permission, assuring Ron that they all could share. Ron bent over till he was at eye level with Mikey. He brushed the boy's shaggy hair away from his face. He helped him gently upright.

"Let's talk, okay?"

"O-k, ay..h-hup! okay... snif...awww...."

"Mike, dude, listen, okay? You listening?"

"...yeah.."

"Okay, listen now: Geoff, are you gay?"

"Yup."

"Ask me."

"Ron, are you gay?"

"Yup. You love me?"

"More'n anything, Ronny. You love me?"

"You're my whole life, Geoff, you know that." Mike was shaking violently, barely in control of himself.

"Mike, you gay?"

"..... I..... think..... so..... I..... guess.... so..."

"You love Geoff?"

"......oh God...." Mike started to cry again. "No, Mikey, hang in with us... just listen, dude, okay?"

"....yesss..."

"You really love Geoffster, dont'cha?"

"Yes."

"Geoff, you have feelings for this dude here?"

"Other than you, he's the neatest friend I have. All I been thinkin' about is all of us bein' friends together, especially since Monday, like, Mike was the only one who cared that I was hurt. I love both of you so much..." It was Geoff's turn to get emotional, though he had told himself he wasn't going to. He choked up and tears dimmed his vision. He put both arms around Michael and hugged him wetly.

"Dude, I'm yours if you'll have me..."

Mike looked up at Ron. "But...but... what about..."

"Mike, we can all love each other. Nothing will ever take away what Geoff and I have, and he really digs ya, dude. Me too, a lot, that's the truth."

The awestruck thirteen-year-old shook his head, as if to clear it. He gaped at Ron and Geoff for a moment.

"You guys... really? Geoff, really? Geoffrey....."

"Dude...." said Geoff, then he pulled one of his usual stunts and, holding Mike's teary face in his hands, brought the boy over to him and gave him his first kiss ever. Mike went "mmmmfffzz! mm! zzzfzz!!", holding his arms out and up from them, hands outstretched, glasses half off, wild eyed.... Geoff kept at it till the boy literally shoved him away and inhaled a huge breath. Before he could say anything, Ron took a turn. He gently held the back of Mike's head in his hand and kissed the trembling kid. This time, Mike was more prepared, and hung one of his small moist hands from Ron's wrist. Ron could taste his Geoffster on Mike's sweet tongue. The boy opened his eyes. Ron pulled back an inch. Their gazes met.

"I love you Michael."

"I love you, Ron."

"I love you a lot, Mikey.." said Geoff.

Mike swung his head over to look at Geoff, still embracing Ron. "Oh, Geoff, God! I love you! I love you both! You're my brothers, now, I love you both!"

"You kiss really cool." said Ron.

"I, I never done it before, but I wanted to..."

"Let's lie down." suggested Geoff. Ron looked at the time. If Darcie stayed gone, they'd have just under an hour and a half. Plenty o' time!

They got Mike between them, and Geoff kissed him first. Ron reached down to his knees and pulled his hand back up the skinny boy's leg until it was between the warm thighs. Ron turned his fingers and cupped the soft bulges. "Nnnumm! mmmfz!" said Mike. "It's okay, dude, we do this all the time.." said Geoff.

"I know, but I can't sperm off in my shorts, my Aunt'll see it and maybe get suspicious..."

"Good point!" said Ron, as he tugged the boy's belt open, got his zipper down, and pulled the pants down to Mikey's ankles. Mike was completely erect, and his boypole made an inviting white lump over the smooth curve of his nuts. Geoff went back to kissing him. Ron pulled the waistband up and over the kid's hard dick, got the briefs down below the knobby knees and then, repositioning himself, started jacking Michael off the way he had done Geoff when they first met. The boy sighed happily and a gentle smile wreathed his freckled face.

Mike's skinny arm went around Ron's shoulders and pulled him close. Geoff stopped exploring Mike's mouth for a moment, and the two lovers looked at each other and smiled. They kissed each other for a second above Mike, who opened his eyes to watch them as Ron continued to bring him closer and closer.

"Cool, you guys.... ahhhhh, Ron, I could take this all afternoon..."

"You like it, Mikey?" Ron asked the grinning teen.

"Um-hmm.... it's getting me there really fast..."

The boy's hips were beginning to flex, and the slim boner in Ron's hand was lengthening and stiffening. "Oh! Oh, wow! Hug me guys, I'm going to..."

Mike surged up against Ron and Geoff, rolling his eyes back in his head and pursing his thin lips into an "o" of long, drawn out, intense sexual pleasure. Michael was in the same position that Geoff had been six months ago... nothing could have prepared him for the exquisite flood of wonderful feelings. ".....ooooooooo...... ooooooo...."

Ron felt about a teaspoon full of sperm well up from the orgasming boy and lubricate his evenly-stroking fist. Mike came for a few seconds, and then relaxed snugly back down between them. He kissed Geoff again.

"G-G-Geoff... would it be alright if I, I mean if I.... 'cause I love you so much and I wouldn't want you to be mad, I... but I just... "

Geoff stroked the boy's freckles. "It's ok, Mikey, you're kinda hyper, it's ok... just ask me.... I love ya, dude!"

Michael whispered, an odd look on his face, observing Geoff intently. "Would you like it if I maybe rubbed you a little, d-d-down there..?"

"You wanna beat me off, Mikey?

"Only if that's what you want, too, Geoffrey..."

"I was hopin' you'd ask Mike, I'd love it.." Geoff stripped himself naked from the waist down, and rolled Mike around over him and then to his right. Mike started stroking Geoff's rigid kidshaft while Ron delicately fondled both their balls, keeping Mike hard and driving Geoffrey crazy.

"Gawd! Mike! You're killin' me, dude... huh! huh! huh! You're makin' me come hard, so hard.... go faster, go faster...!"

Michael put some more arm into it and Geoff closed his eyes, arched his back and, just as his pleasure peaked said "Oh! I... love.. you... I...! nnnnUH! UH! UH! MIKEY!!"

Geoff wriggled and twitched and pumped hot boycome all over the both of them. Michael giggled as it landed on his chest and Geoff's belly. Geoff began to relax back down. "...dude...!" he said.

"This is so great..." exclaimed Michael as he lay beside panting Geoffrey. Ron was still rubbing Mike's hairless nuts, and he was still hard. The young boy giggled again. "Geoff, let's not leave Ron out..."

"Ohhh, please, hurry! If I don't get some relief I'm gonna bust.."

"So, Mike, dude: I'll kiss him and you beat his meat..."

"Cool, Geoffrey......"

Then Ron had two boys taking care of him: his darling Geoff nibbling and frenching and caressing; cute, earnest Mikey undressing him and wondrously exploring his grown-up (to Michael at any rate) balls and dick and lush soft pubic hair; Geoff and Mike meeting in a deep kiss for a moment, then Mike's warm hand on his ultra-hard boner, the feelings 'there' already, his poor teenage body already overstimulated......

"OhGodMikeyOhGodOhGODI'MGONNA... G O D!!!"

Whoa, Dude! Chapter 8

Thursday at school Geoff suddenly found out what it's like to be in the same classes with a kid who loves you. Michael was everywhere he was, in the oddest places, not to mention him waiting outside Geoff's house that morning... and Mike lived completely in the opposite direction. He had ridden his bike a mile and something out of the way to meet Geoffrey. Now, as the day progressed, Geoff was beginning to feel just a little bit uncomfortable with Mike's puppy-love behavior.

It wasn't that Geoff had a large social life at his Junior High... he was actually more of a 'loner' than not, even though his personality was outgoing and happy. And Michael Norman was definitely his best friend there, so people were quite used to seeing them together. Geoffrey started to realize what some of the comments Ron had made to him earlier in their relationship had meant. Geoff had always been a tiny bit stung when Ron would resist his little affectionate gestures in public, and the boy was just beginning to understand why. Now it was lunch time, and as Geoff turned the corner, he saw Mikey coming toward him, to meet in their usual spot.

"Geoff!!" called Mike as their eyes met.

"Hey, dude! Whassup? Y'wanna eat??"

"That's not all I wanna do..." snickered Mike suggestively.

Geoff's guts froze and he furtively looked around. "Oh, God.." he thought. "Was I like this to Ron?"

"Dude!" whispered Geoff fiercely. "Cool that shit! Not here!!"

Mike looked crestfallen. ".... oh. Sorry..."

"Just remember where we are, Mike." Geoff was close to his new boyfriend and whispering as they walked up to the cafeteria line. "It'd be horrible if somebody found out and told the whole school.."

"...Oh, God, Geoff! You're right... (gulp!) s-sorry... I'm just so glad t' see ya!" Mike was smiling again.

Geoff casually brushed his hand against the back of Mike's, then did it again so the boy would know for sure it was meant. "Me too. Ron likes you too."

Then they were in the 'Vomit Mountain Ride' line... a name Ron had come up with when he had been here. When Geoff had heard that, he had laughed for half-an-hour, rolling on the floor in helpless kid-hysteria. Now that's what they all called the place... and it wasn't completely inaccurate!

They took their lunch-laden trays over to a table where 'brainy' kids hung out.. or were rather 'exiled' to. Greg and Omar Foster were there, as well as Seth Portman and Martin Olivares. Mike almost tried to sit down next to Geoff, but a quick glare sent him around the table to face his new Love. Seth was deep in an argument with the Foster brothers as to why there would never be a Black president of the U.S.

"How about Colin Powell, man?" asked Omar.

"Dude! He quit! He flaked out!"

"Seth, his wife didn't want him to go through all that shit the news and the papers do to you... he didn't quit."

"Guys, I ain't prejudiced, I'd vote for someone if I thought they'd be a good president, I don't care if they're black or yellow or green, but there's too many dudes in this country who are, like, skinhead dudes, and like in the south.."

"Yeah, but we vote, too, and there's lots of Black people who would vote for a Black president."

"What if he weren't qualified? asked Geoff.

"Then I wouldn't vote for him, that's easy..." replied Greg. "But you-all might be votin' for me someday, so be cool..."

"Wow, cool, you could invite all your old friends from junior high school to come to the White House, and we could get to ride on Air Force One...." offered Michael.

"Shit, Norman, if you showed up at the White House, I'd say 'Who? Don't know the fool... arrest him and torture him.'"

This caused a wave of laughter to sweep the table, and the boys then applied themselves to wolfing down their lunch. Afterward, most of the crew left for the playing fields, leaving Mike and Geoff and Seth. Amanda Whitmore and one of her friends walked past, chattering in an animated fashion about some girl-talk issues. Seth's eyes followed the two as they disappeared into the crowd. "Cooool, Geoffrey, what'ya think?" the brown-haired boy leered.

"Which one, dude?"

"BOTH of 'em!" said Seth. "Both of 'em together, in my room... God!"

"They'd hurt you, Sethy..."

Geoff saw budding lust ignite in Seth's green eyes. The boy's hand went unconsciously into the pocket of his walking shorts. "I'm just prayin' for the chance.... I gotta know what it's like... you know?"

"Yeah, someday..." said Geoff wistfully, playing the 'game' well.

"Me, too.." offered Mike, beginning to catch on.

"Hey guys.." Seth lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"I know a dude, in seventh, like, he's actually done it, with a girl, and they're still doin' it.."

"Who?" asked Mike, fascinated.

"Promise you won't say nothin'?"

"Yeah, sure, who is it?" asked Geoff.

"Geoff: you won't believe this... you know Sammy Libowitz?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Him!! Him and this girl named Darcie... they've, like, gone all the fuckin' way with each other... he said it was the best feelin' sex stuff he ever had... I believe him. I seen them together a coupla' times and it's fuckin' obvious, man! He even had some Trojans he showed me!"

"Dude! I kinda figured that... her big brother's a friend of mine" (Mike gave Geoff a complex glance, just for a second) "and he said her and Sammy have been, like, spending 'quality time', like... alone!"

"I just gotta know what it's like.... I'm sick of doin' it myself..."

"You ever do it with anyone else?" asked Michael innocently.

"What, like, with another dude?? No way! That's fag stuff... why, Norman... like, have you??"

"Uh, shit, no! Seth, I was just, like, wonderin'.."

"That's weird, Mike." said Geoff. "I wonder who I'm gonna get laid from my first time?"

"Prob'ly some old hag when you're thirty and fat and way old, dude.." Seth sniggered.

"Too bad, by then your german shepherd will be dead and you'll be lonelier than me, Portman... poor baby!" This caused another outbreak of glee between the boys... a challenge had been made and Geoff had risen to the occasion. Seth got up to leave. "See you dudes." he said. As he turned, both Mike and Geoff saw the spike of the boy's urgent desire, poking out and down along his leg of his knee-length shorts.

"I bet he goes somewhere to beat off.." said Mike. "Looks like he needs some."

"You see what most guys think of us, Mikey?" asked Geoff suddenly.

Mike was quiet for a beat, looking down at the rough surface of the picnic table. "Yeah... I, I know, Geoff. It's just, I gotta get used to so much new shit all of a sudden.... I, you understand?" Geoff looked around for a second. No one was near.

"I had to go through this exact same thing, when me 'n Ronny were first together, dude! like, I was delirious half the time, I was goin' crazy, I was scared 'cause I thought I was goin' insane, but it was just 'cause I was never in love with anyone before, and it's weird, Mikey. Ya gotta be fuckin' careful dude... there's kids who'd really fuck with us if they found out... then Ronny'd get in trouble, and me, and you..."

Mike sighed deeply. "I'm starting to understand." He looked full-bore into Geoff's handsome face. "You're all I've got, Oscar, my mom 'n dad are dead, my uncle has his his own family and they're all older'n me... you're all I've got....."

"I know that, Mike. Don't worry. Me and Ron are gonna be with you as long as you want... forever, dude.... forever!" The bell rang. Mike tapped the back of Geoff's hand with the tips of his long fingers. "Your house after school?"

"Of course.."

"Cool! See ya, Geoffrey!"

"Bye!"

The rest of the day went by, and both boys met up at the bike rack for the short trip to Geoff's house. When they got there, Geoff's mother had left a note for him, and they had the house to themselves for a while. Geoff called Ron from his room to say 'Hi!' and also let Mike talk for a little. At first Geoff thought they might all go over to Ron's, but Ron declined, citing homework, so the two thirteen-year-olds were left on their own.

"Geoff... you see Seth's big ol' boner at lunch? It was awesome."

"Yeah... I seen him in the showers... he's gotta lotta hair for our age, his legs are, like, as hairy as Ron's."

"Dude, Ron's so... I really like Ronny.. I, kinda, like... he just, he looks so good... you're so lucky, Geoff!"

Geoff sat down on his bed next to Michael, and gently pulled the boy's glasses off, placing them on his desk. "You know what Ron said?"

"No.."

"Last night, he told me he jacked off thinkin' about you, 'cause he really thinks you're cute..."

Mike shook his head. "Geoff... really? Did he...?"

"Me, too.." said Geoff, stopping Mike's words with his soft lips and gently probing tongue. Both of them lay slowly back on Geoff's big bed, rolling to face each other, feeling their love and passion growing together.

"Geoff, gotta boner, gotta fix it.." grunted Mike. Geoff at once reached for the boy's crotch, to find that his tight jeans were confining the stiff boyflesh. Geoff made quick work of zippers and belts, until the both of them had only their long-sleeved shirts and socks on. Mike embraced Geoff and squirmed around until he was almost on top of Geoff.

"Mike, wanna fuck me? Wanna get on top..?"

"Oh, God, yesss... yess, Geoffrey, pleeeaaseee..."

Geoff unbuttoned Mike's shirt, and then his. He longed for the feel of the other boy's soft skin on his own. Mike was over him in a moment. Geoff felt the light brushes of the boy's erection against his silky-soft thighs. Mike lay down on Geoff with a sigh, turning his tousled brown head aside and shifting his butt around until their hard dicks were aligned and Mike was starting to pant. Geoff wrapped his arms around the boy and kissed his taut neck. "Go for it, Mike... have some fun..."

Mike hunched up against Geoffrey and drew an uneven, wheezing breath.

"God bless you, Geoff..." he whispered. Tears sprang into Geoff's eyes. "Love you, Mikey... this feels good."

"So awesome..." moaned Michael. Geoff felt him tensing and quivering, felt the insistent thrusting of the boy's hips against his, felt their ribs together, the boy's panting breaths... it was turning him on as well.

Geoff ran his palms down the shuddering teenager's sides to his rhythmically flexing hips, then to the boy's cute butt, caressing and kneading. Geoff knew how much it added to his own enjoyment when Ron did that for him. Mike was no exception. "Ohhh... Geofff.... God, God!"

Michael was humping Geoff quickly now, panting with each firm thrust, gripping Geoff's arms as the feelings rose in him. Geoff also was aware that his own climax was near.

"God! Bless! You! GEOFF....!!!"

Mikey pressed his lithe young teenage body against Geoff's, their hips locked together, and Mike reared up over him, his head thrown fully back, eyes squeezed tightly shut, his mouth wide open... Geoff looked up and could see the pink roof of the boy's mouth, and fillings in his white teeth... Mike began to shudder continuously while Geoff felt warm wetness between them. Mike made a high strangled croaking noise way deep in his straining, flushed chest, his freckled face beet-red and sheened with a film of sweet perspiration. The boy held his position, lost in overwhelming sexual delight, as his young penis pumped the last of it's thick joy all over Geoff's tingling balls.

Geoff himself was just on the verge of his own much-needed orgasm.

"Pump a little more, dude, I'm gonna come!" he whined.

"Can't! Hurts!" gasped Mike.

"Just move a little... I'm almost comin'.."

"Nnn... 'kay, G-Geoff.... ahoh... God!" The boy began to saw his hips again. Geoff gratefully arched himself up into Michael as the assembled army of pleasure launched it's assault on his pubescent body. It took only about four or five more thrusts..

"Jeezus... Mikey.... I... I.... aaawwwWWWYESSSSS!!!!!" The struggling youth's pent-up orgasm struck him like lightning, thrilling him from the tips of his toes to his tingling scalp. He wriggled and thrashed beneath Michael, who was amazed, having never seen a boy come like that before. "I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm coming... " chanted the teen mindlessly as the echoes of the main blast coursed through him. "Can I kiss you?" asked Mike.

"I need you to...." said Geoff and they frenched deeply as Geoff's body relaxed and got back to normal. Both of them could feel the delicate pressure of the other's genitals, though both of them were soft and spent. "Love you, dude!" said Geoff. "All my life, Geoffrey, you're all I want.... thank you, oh, thank you! It was really, really good."

"Sex is like that when ya love the other person, Mike."

"God! We're all wet down there!"

"Yeah... let's get cleaned up before Mom comes home and finds us."

But Mom was home... and had already found them. She had come upstairs to see if Geoff was there... and had stood outside his door, listening to the unmistakable sounds coming from the two kids making love. She turned and walked stiffly down the stairs, to use the phone....

Whoa, Dude! Chapter 9

Darcie lay, naked and fully penetrated, curled up on top of her Sammy in the darkened front room of Sam's house. He was supposed to be at Hebrew School studying for his impending Bar Mitzvah, and Darcie was supposed to be at Ellen's house doing math, but... well....

They had fucked each other good and hard on the couch, gotten up to get dressed and get something to eat, gotten sidetracked making out, and now Sammy was stretched out to his full five feet in his Dad's big Barcalounger, his shirt open, his pants down around his high-top sneakers, practicing moving his boy-cock in her by just flexing his groin muscles. His hands were on her ribs and his thumbs covered a stiff nipple each, and he slowly rolled them from side to side while he twitched and throbbed his dick. Darcie's legs were drawn up on either side of him, her breasts were in his soft warm hands, and the two twelve-year-olds were lost in a warm cloud of deep bliss.

Had they been a little less involved with each other, they would have heard the car in the driveway, heard the garage door open, heard Josh and Sherry talking and giggling in the kitchen. But Darcie was whispering her passion in Sammy's ear, and he was building slowly to another pre-teen sex explosion, so when Sherry said "My, my, what have we here?' Sam thought Darcie had said it. Darcie turned her head, focussed on the two older kids standing in the front room watching them, and then screamed at the top of her lungs.

"EEIIIEIEIEIEEEIIIEEE!" she squealed, scaring Sammy so that he yelled too, and then pandemonium broke out all over the place. Darcie leapt in the air off of Sammy and ran into the wall, knocking herself down. Sammy sat up and tried to yank his clothes back up, and succeeded in tipping the chair over against the same wall, trapping him. Darcie, still squealing, ran naked up the stairs and into the bathroom. Sherry was having hysterics at all the fun, laughing so hard she couldn't move. Josh was amused and consternated at the same time.

"Sher, go up and make Darcie shut up, the neighbors..."

"Cool.. you take care of Romeo over there!"

She ran up after Darcie, who had calmed down somewhat. Josh pulled the chair upright, but Sammy tried to hide behind it, his pants still twisted around his ankles. Josh lifted the boy up bodily and stood him on his feet, then helped him get dressed. Just as Sammy tucked in his shirt, Josh asked "You still got the rubber on?"

Sammy blushed. "Oh, shit, yeah... just a minute." The kid ran into the guest bathroom and was back in a moment after flushing the 'evidence' down the toilet. He was shaking like it was below freezing in the room. "Wh... where... where is s-she....?" he chattered.

"Sherry's helpin' her. You okay, kiddo?"

"Um, yeah, shit, Josh! You scared us! Goddamn it! Shit!!"

"Hey, Sammy, and just where are you s'posed to be right now?"

(No answer) "Where'd Darcie tell her mom she was gonna be?" (Still no answer) "So: how long you guys been doin' it?"

"F-f-our weeks, about. Josh?"

"Yeah?"

"You... you gonna tell?"

"Samuel... I know you been spyin' us, I know you know me and Sherry fool around... no, I ain't gonna tell. I'm just jealous you're gettin' it when you're twelve and I had to wait till I was sixteen.."

"Was it worth the wait?" Sherry asked, coming down the stairs herding a very distraught-looking young lady ahead of her. Darcie ran to Sammy and clutched her arms around him, groaning and sniveling. Sammy comforted her.

"All right you two, sit!" commanded Sherry, indicating the couch.

The two youngsters plumped down together, still holding on to one another. Sherry perched herself on the arm of the lounge chair. Josh sat in the other chair beside the fireplace.

"Guys..." Sherry began.. "Look, nobody's in trouble, and this is between just us, okay?"

Darcie inhaled, held it, exhaled.

"You kids using protection?"

"Yeah.." said Sam.

"You doin' it with anyone else?"

"No." Nobody." they answered.

"You guys in love?"

The two on the couch looked at each other, and wan smiles broke out on their stressed young faces.

"Yup! They're in love, I can tell!" said Josh.

"Us too." said Sherry. "You know your folks would freak out if they found out about this.."

"My Mom would... my Dad, I think he'd be cool. He understands kids a lot better than most parents."

"Our Dad would kill us for sure..." said Sammy.

"Yeah he would, especially you, Studley.. Jesus! Twelve!"

"So!?! We love each other, we like it..."

"It's cool, Sam, just you gotta be more careful, man, fucking in the middle of the day in the living room is just way dumb. Besides.. that's kinda what we were gonna do...." he gave Sher a sly smile.

"You guys make too much noise!" said Darcie. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Sherry! Sherry! Fuck meeee Jooooooshhhhhhh!"

"Oh yeah?" Sherry got up and crossed over to Darcie, whispering quietly in her ear. Darcie clapped her hand over her mouth and flushed crimson-red. She looked over at Sammy, who hadn't a clue. "What?" he asked. "Tell him later.." advised Sherry.

"So.. you guys cool?" asked Josh.

"Yeah."

"So now what do we all do? Go in our bedrooms and lock the door?"

"I, I don't think so... I'm, kinda, I don't wanna do any more sex right now.." said Sammy. "Me either." said Darcie.

"Neither." said Sherry.

"Thanks, Mom."

"Don't mention it. Let's go to the Mall and practice our conspicuous consumption skills... Josh'll drive us, won't you honey?"

Josh suddenly realized that he wasn't going to get laid any time soon. "Hey, wait! I thought you wanted to.."

Sherry and the two kids were already moving toward the kitchen. Sammy turned and made a fist, stroking it in the air. "Josh, go in the bathroom and do it quick. We'll wait for ya.." "Good Idea, Sammy... hey Josh, I like your little bro... he's kinda cute.."

"He's mine, you can't have him, mine, mine, mine!" pouted Darcie.

"Not even for all my old Barbies? I got a shit-load of 'em.."

"Welllll..." mused Darcie, a twinkle in her eye.

"Heyyy! Daaaarcieee!" whined Sammy. "No fair!"

Josh hugged his brother as they went out into the garage. "Women, dude, it's hopeless. They got us by the balls."

"I will later, Josh, don't worry..." said Sherry as they drove off to have some fun.

As this crisis resolved itself, another one was gathering in the Frank house. Ron's Dad had been on the phone for an hour with Geoff's Father, and after dinner he quietly asked Ron to have a talk with him. Totally unsuspecting, Ron agreed. Darcie was still at the Mall with Sam and Josh and Sherry, and having phoned home to say where she was (the Truth for a change) and get permission to see a movie (also the Truth). Ron came into the den and closed the door, sitting down.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Ron, you doing all right?"

"Um, yeah, sure, Dad. Why?"

"Nothing bothering you, nothing you want to talk about?"

"Oh, come on, Dad, we always talk, you know that. I know you're trying to help me, I know if I have a problem, I can come to you. So what's going on?"

"You feel all alone at school?"

"No, I have lots of friends, you know, Josh, Kyle, Gary, those guys."

"Any women in your life yet?" Charles asked as casually as he could. Ronny's antennae went on Full Tactical Alert. His stomach flopped once.

"Um... yeah, maybe. One I like, um, this girl named, um Margarite.."

"How are you and Geoff getting along?"

"Dad... just great... you've helped him so much... his whole family is really grateful to you... me too. I like him."

"I know you do. It's good that you two are friends. I just think that you..."

"Think I should what, Dad?"

"Wouldn't it be better if you spent more time with kids more your own age Ronny? It seems like Geoff is over here every weekend up in your room, and he's always around... I don't think...."

"Geoff's my friend Dad, I'm helping him. He was abused!"

"Yes, but that's different now, Ronny. I just think you're spending a little to much time with a thirteen-year-old boy, you're going to be seventeen in three weeks, fer crisakes!"

"So what? What does our age have to do with anything?" Ron was both worried and angry. He knew where the discussion was heading, and he simply did not want to talk about it.

"It has a lot to do with it. I think Geoff ought to spend more time with his friends and I think you should do the same, Ron."

"Geoff's my friend, Dad. You're not going to tell me who I can have for friends. He stays here because I'm helpin' him."

"Ron, don't back me into corners.. and lower your tone of voice with me. I'm not taking this lightly, I think there's a problem and I don't want you involved with it."

"Dad... what problem? Is Geoff all right? Is anything wrong??"

"No, it's... never mind, son. I don't want Geoffrey spending any more nights here, and that goes for you over at his house, too."

Ron's vision dimmed and his ears sang. He felt bile rising in his throat. This couldn't be happening!

"No! No! He stays here, Dad, he's my friend..."

"Ron... Geoff can be your friend, but he's not spending another night in your bedroom, and that is that, period, end of discussion!"

Ron heard the words, but they were meaningless to him. Panic and fear and anger gripped him. He felt hot tears gather. "You... you don't fucking understand, do you? Huh, Dad? You don't understand...!"

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"I understand plenty of things, Ronald, I'm your Father number one, and I'm not completely stupid number two, and I don't like what I think is going on between you and that boy, and neither do his parents, who I just got off the phone with fifteen minutes ago. I think we have a problem, and it involves you and Geoff, Ronny, and I need to take care of the problem."

Ron was practically in hysterics by this time. Tears were streaming down his handsome face and he was shaking uncontrollably. He was sure he was going to throw up any second. It was like he was outside of himself, looking down on the two people in the room talking. It couldn't be real! This couldn't be happening...Geoff, where are you Geoff, I need you..

Geoff in fact knew precisely what was going on, though he was miles away sitting in the big leather chair in his Mom's therapist's office, squirming in mortified embarrassment as his Mother described what she had heard, and then talked about Geoff and Ron, and all the time they spent together. The doctor had a big file on his desk, and, after Carla finished, he spent long minutes reading and turning pages while Geoff died over and over again. Simultaneously, the wretched boy knew that his best friend, his Love, his Ronny, was getting busted too... he could feel Ron's anguish, and hear snatches of conversation. Oddly, Geoff's right eye dripped tears continuously, while the left one stayed dry. The doctor shifted in his chair.

"Mrs. Oscar, might I have a word with your son, alone?"

Ron could only fight. He knew of no other way out of this, short of him and Geoff running away together... not a bad idea, but there would be no school, and he'd have to work to support Geoff...

"You can't stop me from liking him.." growled Ron.

"I didn't say that, Ronny, I just think he ought to sleep with himself for a change."

"What?? What did you say?? Are you saying...?" Ron half rose from his chair.

Charles Frank looked at his son, his handsome, intelligent, gay son. Tears were in his own eyes now. There was nothing he could do, nothing that would make this situation go away. It was up to him, up to the very skills that had, in a way, made this all happen. If he had not tried to help the Oscars, if he had never let the kid stay over here in the first place...

"I said, Ron... sit down, now, sit down.." Charles' voice was low and soothing. Ronny was almost completely broken down, holding his arms around himself and and weeping uncontrollably.

"Ronny, honey... I think I know about you and Geoff, son, I think we need to talk, but I don't know how... I don't.... "

"Is it... you know we...we were......"

"Ron, Do you know one of Geoff's friends named Michael Norman?"

"(hup! snnnk, h-hup) Y-yeah, I g-guess.."

"Ron, Mrs Frank, from what Greg tells me, walked in on them this afternoon while they were, ah, um, 'experimenting' a little."

"ohh.... God.... "

"Yeah. She handled it pretty well, but they've got Geoff over at the therapist's right now. There's some things you ought to know about your young friend.." Ron was utterly speechless. This was it. The worst had come, the nightmare begun. Tears streamed without end down his cheeks.

"Did Geoff tell you about his fifth grade teacher?"

"..yeah."

"You know they took him to a psychiatrist right after that?"

"... yeah."

"You know the reason Mrs. Oscar beat Geoff up all those years?"

".......no..." Ron was down to tiny croaks of words.

"Because Geoff is most likely going to be gay, Ronny, and she blames herself for it... you understand? She thinks it's completely her fault that their only child is a homosexual....."

Ron cracked. That was it, too much, overload, the last straw. The boy collapsed back in the chair, holding out his arms toward his father. "...Daaadyyy, awww, awwww Daaaadyyy...." Then the big strong arms were around him, crushing him in warmth and protection as Ron howled into his father's chest, in utter hopelessness. "....don't... not... awww, awawaw...."

"I'm here, Ronny, honey... it's okay, Squeaks, Daddy's here."

"..... don't... not.... love.... meeeee........?

"Of course I love you, honey, your Mom loves you, Darcie loves you... we're a family. We just have to get this solved and over with..."

"But I'm.... I'm, like... Geoffrey, oh my God, Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

Charles held his son, letting the words sink in. He had hoped that it might be a phase, just delayed development, but since the days when his son had spent way to much time in private with the Dunbar boy... now it was time to face the Truth.

"I know, son, I know. It doesn't change anything... look at me!"

Ron craned his head up, though all he could see were blurs through his tears. "I still love you just the same, Ronald... just exactly the same, I'm your Father, nothing is changed. You hear me?"

"Yes. Oh Daddy, I'm so scared, I'm sooo s-scared..."

"Well, it ain't going to be real easy, honey, that's for sure! Get a hold of yourself, we still need to talk, and I need all your help."

Geoff's Mother walked silently out of the office and closed the door. Geoff was numb, he couldn't cry, he couldn't get angry, all this was just so much bigger than even your above-average thirteen year old kid.

"Geoffrey, I need to ask you some questions, but I need for you to be completely, crystal clear about what you say before we start. There are some complicated issues here, and I want you to know that I am trying to help you and your Mother. In the first place, why you are here is not because of what went on this afternoon. I'm an adolescent and family therapist, and I'm aware of how sexuality develops. I can tell you without much embarrassment that I fooled around some when I was your age, it's healthy and natural, and has an important place in our sexual maturation. You understand?"

"You get caught?"

"Twice. I thought both times that my life was over."

"Your parents have a fit?"

"No, they were doctors, too. My friend's folks, now... they flipped."

"Did you get to stay friends?"

"Not hardly... after his parents got through with him he wouldn't talk to me ever again. It was kinda sad."

"You gonna bust me?"

"Good question, Geoff. I don't think so, and I talked your Mom out of calling the Norman boy's parents.. I think that would be needless trouble. But she did call your friend Ron's Father... that's what I think we need to..."

Geoff hurtled in to the ornate office bathroom, making it just in time to grace the sink with lunch and dinner. Doctor Schmidt came in behind him and held him gently while he gagged and barfed, gagged and barfed, choked and gagged and retched. After he was done, the doctor helped him clean up and regain his composure. The man fluffed back Geoff's dark blonde hair from his forehead, beads of cold sweat still clinging. "You okay, Geoff?"

"...yeah, 'mokay."

"If you need the bathroom again just go, I'll understand."

" 'Mokay, I think."

"So, tell me what you think about your relationships with other kids, so far in your life."

"Doc?"

"Yes, Geoffrey?"

Geoff sighed. "Can I trust you?"

"Yes, but if you tell me something that's manifestly illegal, I have to report it... okay? Other than that, what's between us stays between us. Clear?"

"Uh, yeah. If a guy like, had this friend, and the guy was like, thirteen, and the friend was in high school, and they, messed around, a little..... kinda like you and your friend...?"

"Okay, I understand. What's the question?"

"If the kid told a doctor they were, like, doing things sometimes.."

"Sexual things?"

"Yeah, kinda... would that be, like, would you have to..."

"It depends, Geoff, that's right on the borderline...it's kind of uncertain. Some professionals would allow the relationship if no one was complaining and there appeared to be no long-term trauma being generated, others would cover themselves legally and make a report."

"What if it was just the best thing ever to happen to the kid?"

"He'd have to prove that."

"What if the kid was gettin' like hit by his Mom, would that be illegal?"

"Absolutely, and the child could be taken from the family and placed in protective custody or foster homes..."

Fear gripped Geoff and he very nearly heaved again. He swallowed heavily and got a grip on himself. His natural lawyer instincts kicked in.

"Okay. Let's say I know this kid, he's thirteen, and he's got this friend, who's like sixteen, and they're the best friends in all the world, and they're really close, and they fool around. And the kid used to get abused by his Mom, but the other kid's dad kinda, like, intervened and helped the family. They really, really like each other, and the kid is a better person cause his friend helped him when no one else would."

"If that were the case, I'd advise the two to be friends and to wait until they were both older to see if that was in fact the kind of relationship they wanted. The laws change once you're fourteen. Then you can be allowed some responsibility and choice, Geoff. Until then, the law deems you incompetent to choose for yourself."

"That sucks!"

"Well, we have to draw the lines someplace, Geoffrey. But we still have serious issues to discuss, so I need your courage."

"But you wouldn't bust the two kids if you knew about them?"

Doctor Schmidt stared at the boy wallowing and squirming in the too-big chair he was sitting in. He assessed the tone of voice, the forthrightness, the clarity of the young man before him. After years of horrible child-abuse cases, rapes, serial killers, kids sold for drug money, he had an ear for the Truth. Geoff met and held his gaze, a good sign! He saw the intelligence and hope on the boy's face. He decided.

"No. I'd just tell them to wait until the younger boy was at least fourteen, and then to be discrete and careful and monogamous... you understand, young man?"

Geoff relaxed a little. "Yeah, I do. Thanks, Doc."

"Now you owe me something, Geoffrey, and it might be difficult."

"I think I can handle it."

"Good. I want to cut past the usual crap that I have to go through with some boys, and just talk with you like adult, mature people. You want to do that?"

"Sure, that's me... adult and mature..."

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Charles Frank sat with his son on the small couch in the den. He had expected his wife to have come in by now, but the TV set remained on and she stayed in the living room, though Charles was sure she knew what was going on. Ron was a little more coherent, but still badly upset.

"Mom know?"

"I don't think she wants to know, Ron. I think she would just rather not deal with it. I think she's worried about your sister..."

Ron sniffed. "Darcie's fine, Dad, she's.. okay. She's, normal, I mean, I'm sorry.."

"I know what you mean. At least I think I do."

"She's got a boyfriend."

"I know, your friend Josh's little brother, um... Sam."

"They're.... they..."

Charles held up his hand. "Ronny, one family sex crisis at a time... I, no, I can't.... let you Mother deal with it...."

"She'll be all right, Dad. Sam's a nice kid. They like each other."

"Son, what're we going to do about you and Geoff?"

"I.... I don't know, I just... I really, really love him, Dad, like for real love, not kid love, you know? And he loves me back, for real, like the rest of our lives..."

"Son, I can accept that, but when you're thirteen, sometimes love doesn't last the way you think it might. When you're seventeen, too. I hate to see you hurt, Ronny. But the fact remains, that it is illegal for you and Geoff to have sex in this house, or anywhere else for that matter, and I can be arrested and charged for it, and so can you. And Mrs. Oscar is in therapy, and if the psychologist feels like it, he'll call the police and both of us will go to jail. You have to be clear on this, Ronny, it's not that I care so much, it's that you just can't mess with Geoff anymore. You have to understand this. We might already be in trouble, and I'm frankly worried about that."

"Dad, lotsa kids have all kinds of sex with each other...."

"Yeah, son, I know. And I did too. But this situation is the way it is, and you and Geoffrey are not lots of kids. You're my kid, and I'm responsible for your actions until you're eighteen."

"What am I gonna do?"

"Well, I don't know right now. I have to wait to hear from the Oscar's therapist. In the meantime, hands off Geoff, Ron, you understand?"

"...yeah."

"Ron?"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"This is for real, this isn't some TV show. They could come in here any minute and arrest us both. Don't make this worse."

"I know, Dad. I just love him soo much...." Ron broke down again, slumped over his Father, aching for a world that didn't mind it if two kids were in Love or not.

"Geoff, do you remember your fifth-grade teacher, and how you felt about him."

Geoff knew right where the discussion was going. "Yes, sir."

"Do you remember going to another therapist's office, and taking a lot of tests?"

"Yes, sir." Doctor Schmidt noticed that Geoff was suddenly saying 'sir' to all his questions.

"You remember your cousin?"

"Sir?"

"Yes, Geoff?"

"You think I'm gay?"

Doctor Schmidt grinned inwardly to himself. He started to really like this young man. "Do you think you're that way, Geoffrey?"

"Yes, sir."

"How does that make you feel?"

"Scared."

"Of what?"

"Of what the other kids'll think of me, of what my parents will think... oh, God...!"

"Geoff?"

"Do they know? Do Mom and Dad know?"

"Yes, I think they do, Geoff."

"I.... what'm I going to do?" Geoff's chin began to quiver.

"The truth, Geoffrey?"

"...yeah."

"It's a dirty job, son, but somebody's got to do it...."

"Whaaaa...." Geoff was astounded. It was exactly the right answer. It was acknowledgment, respect, and acceptance all in one. Geoff flew around the big desk and hugged the surprised man. Geoff kissed his stubbly cheek. "I love you, Doc, I love you...."

The doctor pried the teenager away from him a little. It was a common reaction, something he went through now and again. "So, Geoffrey, you can accept the fact of your probable homosexuality, and you're not going to get depressed, get into drugs, become a therapist..."

Geoff laughed a clear ringing laugh at that... "No, I'm gonna be a lawyer... and no lawyer jokes!. My friend Ron's gonna be a doctor like you... he's got the talent. He's already been accepted to pre-med in college."

"Well, good. That makes this a lot easier, Geoff. I'm more worried about you than anything, and I think your friend Ron might need some help right now... this can't be too easy on him. You think we might call him?"

"Right now?"

"There's the phone.."

The phone rang in the study. Mrs. Frank had gone out to do some shopping. Charles answered.

"Oh, hello. How are you? Fine. Yes, he's here, you want to talk to him? Okay, wait... Ron? it's Geoff... now you remember...!"

"H-hello... Geoffrey?"

"Ron...you okay?"

"No, not really... you?"

"I'm kinda cool. I'm at my Mom's therapist's office, we been talking, like adults, Ron. You okay?"

"Geoff, I've had better days. I'm really, really scared, so's my Dad."

"Let me talk to him."

"Huh?"

"Let me talk to your Dad, Ronny."

"Dad, Geoff wants to talk to you.."

"Hello, Geoffrey?"

"Hi Mr. Frank. I kinda wanna, I guess I should apologize.."

"For what, Geoff? This is not that kind of deal."

"(sigh) Thanks... you always help me, you know? Anyway, I was talkin' to the doctor here, and we wanted to know that, if you had time, maybe we could all talk, like together?"

"Is that what you want, Geoff?"

"Of course....."

"Just a minute. Ron? You feel up to going over where Geoff is and talking with his doctor for a while?"

"Um, yeah... that'd be cool, Dad. You goin'?"

"Of course. Go get your coat. Geoff?"

"Yes, sir?"

"We'll be there in ten minutes."

"Okay, see you then, bye..."

Geoff put down the phone. "What about my Mom?"

"I'll ask her.." The doctor called on the intercom phone, then a puzzled look came over his face. "That's funny, Geoff, she went home, she said to call when we were done."

"Wow. That's... no that's like her. She gets impatient."

A few minutes later the intercom buzzed and then Ron and his Dad were there. Geoff gasped involuntarily... his beloved Ronny looked like shit warmed over... Geoff had all he could do not to run into his love's arms. Doctor Schmidt watched carefully as the two boys met. He knew he hadn't been wrong... he knew Real Love when he saw it.

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"Hi, Mr. Frank? I'm Gordon Schmidt, the Oscar's family mediator, I've heard quite a bit about you from Geoffrey, here. He seems quite impressed with your psychological skills."

During this, Ron and Geoff had brought forward two more chairs, and Ron's Dad sat down where Geoff had been, flanked by the two boys. Geoff was right... the older boy looked like Hell.

"Ron?"

"Yes, sir?"

"I'm Doctor Schmidt. I'm pleased to meet you. Geoff's told me a lot about you. He's very proud of you."

"Thanks. Geoff's a great dude. We're friends."

"I know that, Ron. I also think you know why we're all here at nine o'clock on a school night."

"Doctor, Ron and I have just had quite a talk..." Charles looked out of the corner of his eye at Ron. "I think we've cleared the air about some things, and I still am.... adjusting, so to speak."

"I'll bet, Charles. You boys know that we can speak openly here. I've assessed the situation, and I find no reason to involve any other agencies at this time....."

"Ohhh, God..." said Ron's Dad.

"Thank You!!" yelled Geoff at the same time.

Ron just closed his eyes. Okay, God, the worst is over... the worst is over... it was like being in the hospital... he knew he would be getting better...

"Ronald, have you discussed this with your family?"

"Just my dad, sir."

"You okay?"

"I've been better..."

"I'll bet. Charles, how're you doing?"

"Well, like I said, I'm sort of shocked, but not really surprised, I thought that something like this might be... might be going on in my son's life. But I love him, Doctor. I told him that. He's still my son, and I want him to be happy. I support him."

"Mr. Frank, I want you to know that your son's friend Geoffrey told me about you, and what kind of man he thought you were. I based my decisions on the legal aspects of this, using his description, that I now find to be quite accurate. Many folks in your situation don't handle these things very well." Geoff sat, swinging his feet in and out, smiling gently to himself.

"I, I told Ron that I though it would be best if he and Geoff spent more time with other friends. Especially I don't want Geoff spending the night in Ron's room. And Ron knows why." Both boys were suddenly, absolutely still.

"Well, I have to agree. Ron, you understand that, if Mr. or Mrs. Oscar lodge a complaint, or anyone else for that matter, you would probably be arrested for child molestation and statutory rape?"

Ron was speechless. He shook his head up and down, Geoff shrunk into himself on his chair.

"And if you continue to engage in this behavior with Geoff, especially before he's fourteen, then your Father can be held liable for not stopping you when he ostensibly knew about it?"

Head up-and-down. Geoff sniffs, holding back more tears.

"But I don't think you two should be kept apart.."

Two heads snap up at once, complete attention focussed.

"After talking with Geoff, I wanted to see if you were clear on the situation, on your personal situation, and the ramifications of, shall we say, a particular 'lifestyle'?"

"You mean, do I know I'm gay?"

"Yes."

"I, yeah, I know. Geoff and I know. My Dad knows."

"My parents know, Ron. They've known for a long time. I thought it was a big secret, but they knew."

"Geoffrey, your parents live with you full time. It's hard not to notice things like this. That's what I was telling Ronny earlier... I knew you two were doing more than just sleeping up there, I just, I just kind of thought that..."

"Mr. Frank..?" Geoff was shaking.

"Yes, Geoff."

"I... I love your son. He loves me. That makes you my daddy, tooo..." The eighth-grader was crying again. Charles looked up to Dr. Schmidt. The an nodded. "He's actually right, Charles.."

The three of them, Ron, Charles, and Geoff, found themselves in a knot on the plush carpet, hugging, crying, reassembling themselves.

After a while, the doctor joined them on the floor. "You know that this is not the end of this problem? There is still an awful lot of work that has to be done, especially with your wife and Geoff's mother. I'd like to see all of you regularly for a time, until we get this sorted out... Mr. Frank?"

"Fine with me. Ronny?"

"I'd, I'd like that Dad. Dr. Schmidt, tonight I wanted to die, I just thought my life had no more hope. But, I was... I was wrong. You mean a lot to me."

"Geoff?"

"Yeah, I'll be here. I just don't wanna haveta be away from Ronny."

"You two can be together all you want. I just am obligated to tell you, as your therapist, that there are certain behaviors of a sexual nature that I advise against you engaging in until both of you are of legal age. I have to say that. You understand?"

"Yeah." "Yes, sir."

"You two aren't the only, shall we say, 'couple' your age that I see here. They have the same problems you do, and only one of the other fourteen kids have parents who feel like you do, Charles. Two adults who care, out of sixteen intelligent, interesting, creative kids... the rest of them endure everything from guilt to rejection to physical violence."

"Just 'cause they're gay??" asked Geoff incredulously.

"That's a fact, Geoff. You yourself have been through that. You know."

"Yeah, I guess... I guess I do. I'd like to meet those other kids."

"Oh, I intend on it. I want both of you to join my support group, and Mr. Frank, if you'd agree to help me facilitate them, that'd be very helpful. Some of these kids are virtual orphans."

"Count me in, Doctor. I'll help if I can."

"I'll let you know. I need to call Mrs. Oscar to come pick up Geoff, and in the mean-time, it was good to meet you, Ron and Charles, you have my numbers if you need me between visits."

"Dad, can we take Geoff home?"

"Um, no son, I think we'd better let Mrs. Oscar fetch him. He'll be all right here. You two can talk on the phone later. Okay Geoff?"

"Sure, I'll be alright." Geoff folded Ron's Dad in a bear hug, then Ron, who hugged him back tenderly. "Night, Ron, night Mr. Frank!"

Michael Robert Norman lay in bed, on top of the covers, fully clothed, feeling the smooth weight of the .38 caliber target pistol that he held in both his hands. The weapon was loaded, the safety off, and once again he held it to his freckled ear as he pulled the hammer back, listening to the springs twang and the ratchets click. Beside him, on his table, were three envelopes, each with a letter written in his small careful printing, though he had his own computer and printer. One was for his Aunt and Uncle, one was for Ronny Frank, and one... one was for Geoff, his Geoff, his lost Geoff.

He was actually a little mad at himself for being such a chicken and not just getting it over with. He knew it probably wouldn't hurt, and there certainly wasn't anything left to live for, not after Mrs. Oscar had told him to leave and never come back, and not to have anything more to do with Geoff. He burrowed the muzzle of the gun into his temple, then let the hammer back down, got up, and moved his letters to the dresser, where the blast wouldn't get them. He went to his window and looked out onto the quiet back yard. "Well, I won't be seein' that anymore" he thought to himself. He sat back down on his bed, and looked at the pistol glinting dully in the faint light from the window. He pulled the hammer back again and held it beneath his chin.

"Ohhhh, wow! Oh... GOD! No! NO! NO!, God, no, no, no, no!" Geoff shrieked with no warning.

Startled, Dr. Schmidt looked up from his desk to see that Geoff had apparently gone quite suddenly mad. The boy's face was twisted in fear and he was writhing and gibbering to himself.

"Mike! No, Mike! Doc, help me, Mikey's gonna, he's gonna.. no! NO!"

The doctor opened his drawer and pulled out a syringe, filling it with a powerful sedative. He drew in the dose and then ran around the desk where Geoff was abjectly pleading with some unknown something.

"Geoff, what's wrong son... what's happening to you?"

"Doc, I can, I can see shit, sometimes, I can, like telepathy, no! Mikey, Doc we gotta go, Mikey's gotta gun!"

"Geoff... are you sure? Should we call them? What's the address? We'll call nine-one-one..."

"I don't know, I don't know!" whined Geoff frantically. "I just know how to get there, that's all.."

"At least let's call and tell them....."

"His number's at my place, there's no time, Doc, can we go there, pleeeassee? Doc, pleeease, let's gooo.... God! God! no, Mike..."

Something in Geoff's tone of voice, something about the boy stopped Gordon Schmidt from giving him enough tranquilizer to stone a horse. The boy looked up at him with unbelievable pleading in his eyes.

"Geoff... no fooling, now? You're absolutely serious?"

"No, my Gramma does this, me too, we can, like see stuff that's happening, and my friend Michael's got his Uncle's gun in his room right now..."

The doctor put the syringe down and got the keys to his Mercedes, and in a flash they were out the door. They passed Mrs. Oscar on the way out of the parking structure, leaving a completely flummoxed receptionist to try and explain things to her. Geoff bounced up and down in the seat, urging them on.. "Faster, faster, oh, pleeease..."

Michael hear a car screech to a stop somewhere near. He thought of his un-done homework... now he'd never have to do it. He thought of his parents, though it had been five years, and the memories were fading and dimming. He sighed. No parents, no real family, no Geoff, no hope. There was someone ringing the doorbell. There were voices downstairs, then his Uncle calling "Mike!! Michael!" He shook his uncombed brown hair. Who cares? Feet were pounding up the stairs, then, in a flash, his door burst open and light streamed in. A man's body blurred past him and his hand and the gun were suddenly lifted up around behind him. His romm light went on and then his finger tightened on the trigger as someone tried to get the gun out of his hand. There was a tremendous clap of sound, and enormous POP! and shards of plaster rained down on them. There, in the smoke was... Geoffrey! He shook his head again, closed his eyes, opened them again, and there was Geoffrey, his Uncle, his Aunt, and some man he'd never seen before. The two boys stared at each other.

Mike realized he couldn't hear very well. "Hi Geoff, whussup?" he asked cheerfully. "Dude... you okay?" asked Geoff, dumbstruck.

"Yeah, I think so.."

"Cool." said Geoff. Then his marvelous hazel eyes fluttered, his knees turned to jelly, and he fell back against Doctor Schmidt as it all went silently Black.

Whoa, Dude! Chapter 13.

Ron and Geoff turned into the dirt road and parked the car behind the small copse of trees, where each of them had played as children, and where they had recently 'played' as lovers. They had gotten rare permission to be together un-chaperoned, and they had gone to dinner and then to a movie, which bored the both of them, so they had walked out. The two sat in the car for a time, thinking, breathing, remaining silent. Geoff suddenly undid his seatbelt and got out of the car, walking around to the front and standing there staring out into the dark woods. Ron joined him. The two boys had not spent any private time to speak of in the four weeks since the Great Crisis, and this was a sort of birthday present for Ron from his Dad.

"Ron, I gotta ask ya something, it's kinda heavy."

"Yeah. I kinda know. You see Mike last night?"

"Yup, he's fine, he asked about you. Dr. Schmidt says he can be back home full-time in two or three weeks, and he says every time you go see him, he gets better. He really loves you Ronny."

"He really, really loves you, dude.... you guys are a pair for life."

"Yeah. Maybe. Ron...."

"Geoff, I, I....."

"Ron, you just gotta tell me, right now, just so I'll know...." the boy fought back the intense emotions, fought to retain his composure. So much had happened, so many unbelievable things had gone on, that sometimes Geoff didn't know who he was anymore. He had thought continuously about himself, Ron, Michael, his future, their future... and he was one completely confused boy. The thing that was helping him the most was the weekly gathering of teenagers, like him and Ron, at Dr. Schmidt's office. Apart from being the youngest kid there, Geoff's natural personality made him unexpectedly popular with everyone, and he found himself advising more than one person how he felt, how he handled things, how he thought about his life. Ron, too, was relieved to find himself in the company of kids he didn't have be forever vigilant with, people he could talk to about... Geoff. And they could talk to him about.... Todd. And Eric. And Kimberly...

But in all that time, there had been a wall between he and Geoffrey. It was as if the Love between them was sleeping, or wounded, or.... dead? Ron couldn't bear being alone without Geoff beside him, whispering and laughing late into the night. And he knew, as well, that Geoff and Mike still managed to steal a few precious hours here and there, mainly because they were younger and not as closely supervised as Ron seemed to be. Geoffrey Oscar also felt the barrier in his heart, and there was a growing anguish gathering behind it... Geoff, in his dark moments, wondered if the storm hadn't killed the love he and Ron had once been so sure of. Now he was going to find out.

"I'll tell you whatever you want, Geoff, you know that."

"I know, I'm just worried, that's all, it's hard to, you know... I'm just so... I'm different now Ronny, so're you, and I... I gotta know if, Ronny, if you....."

"If I still love you?"

There was dead, utter stillness. Geoff could hear his heart pounding madly in his chest. Ron opened his mouth to speak, closed it, opened it again, turned to him took Geoff's limp fingers in his hand, and said:

"Remember how we met?"

"Like I'll ever forget that?"

"I prayed to God that you'd like me, that I could get to spend some time with you, that I could share some of my life with you. And I got what I asked for, Geoffrey... I got what I asked for..."

"Oh, Ron, I.."

"Shut up a minute, dude. So these last weeks, I been thinkin' about what you been thinkin' about, like how do I really feel? Who's this dude named Geoff in my life?" The boy's hands found each other's, fingers intertwining, palms moist and soft and warm. "And I've been really alone, without you, Geoff.."

"Oh, Ron, me too..."

"And now I have something to compare it with, you know, with you and without you. So, I got a question to ask you, and whichever way you answer, that's what I'll do. Whichever way, I'll.... I'll understand."

Geoff was no longer capable of speech without succumbing to the full-blown hysteria boiling away inside his chest. The thirteen year old just numbly nodded his head.

Ron looked from Geoff's clear eyes, up to the diamond-stars in the dark sky, and took an enormous breath, held it, let it go. "Okay.." he whispered to himself. He turned to Geoff and put his hands on the boy's soft shoulders.

"Geoffrey Greene Oscar... will you marry me?"

Geoff, stunned, stared at Ronny, his Ronny, and the universe shifted on it's axes and settled back into a wonderfully new order. He was suddenly crystalline, perfectly, clear and completely sure of himself and his future. He was so fulfilled that the hysteria in his heart dissipated, and he raised his hands to clasp Ron's wrists. He smiled up at his Ronny, his own, his love.

"Oh, Ron.... yes. Yes, Ronny.... yes....." Then he was lifted up off his feet in Ron's arms, their faces smashed together, their lips, tongues, hands, turning around and around and around, and then they just stared, the two boys, the two never-again-to-be-lonely kids, in Love... and they knew that Love is Good, knew that Love had won out for them, against all odds...

They gazed into each other's eyes for almost ten minutes, memorizing forever the night that they decided to become One Person. Years later, the little marriage ceremony they had was nice, but it was a delayed formality... this was the moment for Ron and Geoff.

"Dude, what about... oh, Ron, what'm I gonna do about Michael?"

"Geoff, nothing is different... both of us'll take care of him as long as he needs... kinda like our kid or something..." Geoff laughed, rich and clear and ringing.

"Oh, fuckin' cool, Ronny, just what I need! A son who's six weeks younger'n me.... Jeezus we're weird dudes, ya know that?"

"You're a cute weird dude, Geoffster."

"I bet you say that to all the eighth-graders.."

"No, just some.... dude?"

"Hey, dude.."

"We're like, alone, Geoffrey... feel like kissin'?"

"Boy, do I....."

Geoff sprawled back out on the hood of the car and Ron covered the boy with himself, protective and loving. They went at it like the famished teenagers they were, hungrily swapping kisses, little bites, caresses... then Ron felt a familiar touch at the bottom of his zipper. Geoff gently wrapped two fingers under the older boy's soft balls. Ron saw a hint of uncertainty on Geoff's face.

"Hey, Geoff, when's the last time some teen pervert sucked on your nuts until you made wounded-coyote noises?"

"Oh... Ron..... it's been.... oh, God... Ronny...."

Ron had Geoff unclothed in microseconds, and he went right to work on his love's tender, achingly-full ballsack. Geoff blasted off into kidsex insanity, pulling and pushing on Ron's head, guiding him to the most pleasurable parts of his maturing sexuality, squirming and writhing and undulating beneath his seventeen-year-old lover until the combined semi-celibacy and removal of the uncertainty between them caused an orgasmic detonation that Geoff would never again experience. To say he 'came' is ridiculous. A grand mal seizure of epic proportions overwhelmed the young boy and he erupted so violently into Ron's mouth that for a short time Ron was truly scared of choking on the spurting hot teen-cream flooding his tongue faster than he could deal with it. Geoff, like always, clamped and locked Ron's head to his pubic bone and held him there irresistibly until, at long last! the mighty orgasm began to fade and the boy's rigid body started to relax. With the hyper-flared head of Geoff's (now more than five inch) erection pressing into the back of his throat, Ron could not breathe, and was close to passing out before he managed to wriggle free of the poleaxed kid lolling stupidly beneath him. They said nothing, and Geoff had not even moaned or cried out in the extremis of his pleasure, the way he often did. The youngster opened his hazel eyes, just a little bit. He sighed, twice. Pale arms came up around Ronny.

"Love you."

"Geoff, Geoff, me too...."

Geoff did a surprising, touching thing. He hiked his marvelous, smooth, finely muscled legs up, tucking his knees back to his chest.

"Ronny, ya wanna fuck me? Go ahead, let's try it.."

"Geoff! I, oh, Geoff, we don't haveta do that... besides, it might hurt ya, and I can't.."

"I did it once, last weekend, with Mike. It kinda hurt at first, but then, Ronny.... I loved it... I, I imagined it was you while he was... while Mikey was, you know..... I really want to try this with you, Ron."

"Oh, Geoff... I.."

"Don't you want to?"

"Well, yeah, I think I do, but.."

"If you don't like it, stop, and we'll do something else."

"Geoff? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Ronny...!"

"Would you just jack me off, like you used'ta do me, you know, like when you were a little kid?"

Geoff un-bent himself and pulled his love down on top of him and then around to his side on the warm hood of the car. He thrust his tongue deep into Ronny's mouth, the sweetness of his own incredible sperm still lingering there for him. Ron felt the boy's hand find his nuts, his shaft, felt Geoff's fingers form an exquisitely erotic pattern on the sides of his teen-bone, then up, down, up, down, the skin of his dick stretching and loosening, his balls jouncing freely between his thighs, the incredibly soft warm hand of a boy, a boy he loved, who loved him, Geoff's hand, oh Geoff, Geoff! GEOFF!!...

"AAHHHHRRRAHHH, HUH!!!!!!" Ron bucked and sprayed his imprisoned semen from the tip of his rod nearly three feet into the night air, fountain after fountain of kid-jizm, bright sparkling pearls of love and joy and feeling. Geoff, pressed up against his lover's sex-convulsed body, felt another powerful climax build up at the root of his still-hard boycock and he shot off along with his beloved Ronny, the teenager's taut thigh between his knees, hunching spasmodically and chanting "Coming, coming, Ronny, coming, coming..."

The two lay for many minutes afterward, not moving, not speaking. Then Ron stirred, awakening Geoff who had drifted off into a post-orgy dream state.

"Dude, ya' still wanna marry me?"

"We already are, Ron, that was our honeymoon.."

"Yeah! Coool, Geoff... I don't give a fuck what anybody says, dude, you'n me are gonna find ways to be alone... I swear it!"

"I hope so, Ron... I, I kinda realized just now, how much I missed us doin' this with each other.. It was like I was gettin' sick, sorta, now I'm all better... you understand?"

"Of course I do, Geoff... that's why we gotta keep doin' it... 'cause we love each other, and, well, people who love each other should do this.. aw, that's not what I .."

"I dig it, dude! I'm so happy, now Ron, just like before."

"Cool, me too. Hey, Geoff! You actually let Mike Norman fuck you?"

Geoff laughed. "Yeah... he lasted about twenty strokes, had this weird orgasm, then started cryin' while he was still up in me."

"Awww... he's a great guy, I like him..."

"Yeah. He's always asking me how it feels and if I want anything different and stuff like that. He like, insisted I try it, and, dude! I gotta admit, I got off on doin' it with him. At first it was kinda gross, but then it felt really good... I came big-time... "

"You cry too?"

"Naw, but I musta moaned or something, like kinda loud, 'cause he was tryin' to put his hand over my mouth, and I was too zonked out with the feelings to know what I was doin'!"

"Darling, shall I get you home?"

"Oh, Ron, my love, my Ronny.... I'm ready, let's go.."

"Whoa, dude, Geoffster...?"

"What?"

"Ya think we oughta get dressed first, maybe?"

Whoa, Dude! Chapter 14

They lovingly dressed each other, pausing for many a kiss, a squeeze, all the totems of deep and abiding boyhood romance. Ron's father noticed the change in his son almost immediately, and was, in the secret places of his (rather large) heart, glad his son and Geoff had weathered the Storm. Things began to settle into the new grooves, to become routine.

After treatment for acute depressive mania, Michael Norman was released from the Hospital, back to his family (who he had been staying with on weekends), and went back to being a reasonably typical American kid. He never joined the Gay Kids Support Group, although Geoff had urged him several times to give it a try. The smallish boy remained, however, utterly dedicated to Ron and Geoffrey, and had happily taken his role as the 'dependent' kid in their relationship. Geoff was therefore taken completely aback when his Mikey, after changing to a new piano teacher, fell madly in love with the youngish man, and thus the fluid lovelines of adolescence formed new patterns. Geoff realized that Mike had found in Brendan, what Geoff had with Ron, so it was sad-but-sweet when the two boys realized that they were drifting gently apart. Somewhere after Geoff's fourteenth birthday, Mike moved in with Brendan on the pretext of studying Master Class Piano, but the boys knew what the Real Deal was. Mike's Uncle was not completely heartbroken with the new arrangements either, and therefore no questions were asked.

But Geoff and Ron knew that they were together for life. Neither boy could have explained just how they knew that, but it was so. A few other kids drifted into and out of (mostly Ron's) life, and Geoff couldn't resist an occasional offer to sleep over at some friend's house, but for the most part, they were for each other. The rhythm of time went on.

Ron graduated High School, and was accepted, to Geoff's vast relief, at the finest college in the state. He continued to live at home, and that year Geoff entered the school that Ron had just left. Their circle of friends widened and shifted, but they also grew ever closer together, and Ron stopped his 'extramarital' affairs. Geoff fell deeply in lust with Amanda Whitmore's little brother Ryan, who quite naturally succumbed to the flattery and 'status' of having a Teenager for a friend, and of course Geoff mistook the boy's pre-pubescent sincerity and enthusiasm for reciprocated emotion, which it wasn't. It seemed that Ryan willingly went along with Geoff's desires until the afternoon he had actually suggested they try jacking each other off... at which time outraged young Ryan went into a frenzied homophobic tirade that took all Geoff's skill to keep under control. It shook the kind boy badly, bringing up as it did all the pain that Eighth Grade had been. Geoff would never again have another boyfriend outside of Ron.

That summer Josh and Sherry actually did get married, though both of them stayed in college, delaying the start of their family until they could provide for them well.

Then Greg and Carla Oscar called their now very handsome tenth-grader into the living room and quietly informed him that they were divorcing. Stunned, Geoff had tried, in his best psychologist manner, to talk them out of it, but one day his Mom was gone, and it was just Dad left. And Dad blamed Geoff, on some levels, for the break-up. Geoff began spending more time in his room when he was home, and so further bonded himself to his love, Ronny.

Charles Frank thought of inviting Geoff to live there with them, but Geoff was still just barely fifteen, and the situation wasn't all that bad... Geoff was being fed and clothed, and the boy knew where he could turn for adult advice.

Darcie went into her power-over-boys phase, finding out the truth of "Good girls go to Heaven, Bad girls go Everywhere Else." She tried to hide her explorations from Sammy, but ended up breaking his heart, anyway. It was fine with her, because Boyfriend Number Two was on the Wrestling Team, was all beef, hung like a bulldog, and a lot less smart than she. She manipulated Marcus with unholy gusto, and he fucked her half-unconscious on a regular basis. Not that Samuel and she didn't get together from time to time... Sammy was a 'port in the storm', a known quantity. It was cold, but that's Life...

Geoff was elected Group Mentor at Dr. Schmidt's, and began to be known in the health care and Youth Services community for his willingness to openly discuss the issues of 'Growing Up Gay'. Ron found that Medicine was his true calling, and, also with the help of Gordon Schmidt, found his studies and career enriching and rewarding. He didn't have as much time for Geoff, but they understood this, and it made their moments together all that much sweeter.

Overall, they were happy! They had faced into the Wind, against Impossible Odds, and had survived, not only individually, but as a Team. Late in the year, Ron and Geoff stood in his room, alone in the house, just like old times. Ronny was a young man now, five-ten and one-forty, his shoulders wide, his face masculine and good-looking. Geoff was not far behind him, at five-eight and one-twenty, his boy-blonde hair darkening to light brown with golden highlights, his voice mellowed into a wonderful tenor, his body firm and beginning to fill out. Geoff pulled a little figurine from his jacket pocket, and offered it to Ron. It was Clarence, Clarence Frogmiester... the little whimsical clay froggie that Ron had made in Ninth grade and given to Geoff when they first met.

"See what I still have, Ronny?"

"Aww, Jeeeez, Geoffster... I forgot all about this little guy!"

"I know, but I didn't... when I thought you didn't love me anymore, I used to take him out at night and ask him to go to you in your dreams and, like, plead for me or something." Geoff's eyes shone in the familiar bedroom. Ron moved to him and hugged him gently, tenderly, smelling the scent of his hair, the feel of his Geoff.

"You know, I love you more now than I did when we were little kids, you know that, Geoffrey?"

"Me too, dude! The older I get, the more I know how to give you everything I have. It really, really cool how that works."

"Geoff, Dr. Schmidt thinks I can do my intern work at the hospital he's a resident at... you know what that means??"

Geoff knew very well, and sagged into Ronny in total relief and gratitude. "Oh, God, Ron... " the boy's clear eyes filled and spilled over as a smile moved his lips. "I love you so, Ron, I love you so, so much, I, still can't explain, but you know..."

"I sure do, Geoffster, my Geoffrey, my Darling..."

Geoff felt himself gently cupped, and the teenager moved his hips into Ron's body and hand. They kissed, and electric tingles flowed between them once again. Geoff held Ron's muscular thighs in his hands and pumped their bodies to and fro. "Geoff...?

"Mmm-hmm?"

"Wanna, you wanna do a little something?"

"I dunno, you tryin' to molest me or something?"

"What don't you try me and find out.."

"But, I could... I could maybe shoot my sperms, and then I'd have to grow up and not be a cute little confused kiddie anymore."

"Might be fun, though..."

"Ron..?"

"Darling?"

"Let's find out..."

The End (1-14)