Davey

I've been away from Nifty for a few months now, working on other, less erotic fiction. But I've had this story idea bouncing around in my head for some time, based on a guy I knew once. Hope you enjoy.

Davey (t,t,t)

I never thought of myself as gay. My feelings for boys sort of snuck up on me. I think it began simply with feelings of envy. You see, I started out tall for my age. The other guys eventually caught up, but during those "formative years" I was tall and skinny, all elbows and knees. And so I envied those boys with compact bodies with real muscles and arms and legs that did what they were supposed to do.

I admired them. And what do you do when you admire? You look. So I looked at boys long before I realized what all that looking was doing to me. By the time I entered high school, I had filled out some, lost my clumsiness, and was no longer taller than everyone else, but it was too late. I was hooked on looking at boys. And now when I did, my body was always quick to give its approval.

Those times when I thought a boy might be looking back always flustered me. I never thought of myself as that great looking, not back then. I had thick black hair I kept fairly long, a face I thought too narrow, brown eyes I thought too dark, clear skin I thought too white, and long legs I thought too hairy. There were a couple of things I was happy with. I liked my smooth chest and arms. And I really liked my equipment. Hey, I'm Italian. At least I had something to play with, which I did quite regularly.

Maybe one reason I always liked Davey was because he was so, I don't know, opposite. He had straight blond hair that his mom kept long enough to always be falling over his face. He had amazing eyes, clear blue with long thick lashes and high fine eyebrows. He had a high brow, firm chin, and soft lips. And he had one of those compact bodies I like. He was shorter than me, but that was mostly in the legs. They were not stubby; just a hair short for someone with his torso.

But we were opposite in a couple of other ways. I was not shy, and he was. And I guess I am smart. At least tests say so. And Davey, well something happened when his mom was pregnant and Davey did not turn out quite right. Oh, he was a beautiful boy and looked intelligent at first glance. But you only needed to watch a moment to suspect. Once he opened his mouth, you knew. Davey was a little slow.

We were the same age and our moms had been friends a long time. So I knew Davey forever. He was like the brother I never had. I liked having him around. He was always sweet and anxious to please. And gentle. He could play with a puppy for hours. Or a small child. And it angered me when kids teased him or worse, shunned him. I'm not sure when I began sticking up for him. I guess I just always did.

And I'm not sure when I fell in love with him. Maybe I always loved him. Besides his physical beauty, he was literally the nicest person I knew. He always smiled. He always wanted to help. And he liked me. It does something to you when someone spends a couple of years staring at you in open admiration. Davey was transparent with his feelings. I knew he loved me.

Davey became my shadow and I didn't mind. Sometimes, he was the only one around to play with or do things with. I'd play simple games with him; he actually did pretty well at card games. He also had a bit of athletic ability, but did not seem to care much for sports.

Sixth grade was the first time I really noticed his body. His mom had taken us to the local public pool. When we got there, she found a place in the grass near the pool. "Give me your shirts, boys. And your shorts and shoes."

"This is my swim suit," I protested. "I don't have on shorts."

"Sorry," she laughed. And when she smiled, I could see how very much Davey looked like her. And I wished he was smart.

We took off our shirts, and then Davey took of his shorts to reveal a little speedo. Even back then, he filled both front and back nicely. I looked at his slim body, rounded butt, and soft skin and it was the first time my cock responded to the sight of another boy.

"OK, boys. Go swim."

Davey took my hand and I looked around to see if anybody stared at two boys holding hands. I was easy to embarrass back then.

In seventh grade, I decided I wanted to be a runner but didn't want to go out for track. None of my other friends wanted to run, so I asked Davey to run with me. Unfortunately, Davey's muscles were not use to it. Back at my house after our first run, I could tell we had pushed too hard. Davey kept rubbing his legs and squirming. So I got him down on the floor and gave him a good rub down. He lay on his face and I rubbed his back and butt and legs. As my hands worked over his sweet body, it occurred to me for the first time that I might be gay.

Davey took to back rubs. I began using them to bribe Davey into running with me; run and you get a rub down. We ran after school for a whole semester and got pretty good, not at running, but at rub downs. They became something special between us. When Davey worked on me and sat astride my butt, I would feel him hard. But I ignored it. How do you tell someone like Davey about homosexuality or any sexuality for that matter? Perhaps I could have taken advantage of him, but I did have one hell of a protector complex where Davey was concerned. And I really, really did love him.

I didn't know how he managed; it was back before special ed was such a big thing. But Davey kept passing every year. Maybe the teachers kept passing him out of compassion. We both made it to high school as freshmen the same year. I didn't see him much in school because we had way different classes. Beginning in November though, things changed. His mom worked as a police dispatcher and they moved her to a really whacky shift from noon to nine at night. She had no relatives in town and my Mom was like her best friend, so she turned to us for help.

Actually she turned to me because my mom never got home from work before seven, so beginning the first week in November, I started walking Davey back to my house after school to "watch" him. We'd study, then I fixed supper for us and Mom so that it would be ready when she got home. And then his mom picked Davey up when she came home. She offered to pay me, but I didn't need the pay. She did help Mom some with groceries.

Now I liked Davey. But those first couple of weeks were awkward. Like when I had a yearbook meeting after school on Wednesday. "Davey, I want you to wait on the benches by the lockers. OK? You can study."

Those clear blue eyes struggled to understand just why I was dumping him. "Davey, I just have a yearbook meeting. I'll come get you in about an hour. OK?"

"Can't I come with you, Mickey?"

Why did he have to look at me with those, those...innocent eyes? "Don't call me Mickey. It's Michael. We're not in junior high anymore. And it's going to be boring Davey. Just wait by the lockers."

"Can't I come with you...Michael? I won't be bored. And I'll be quiet. I promise I'll be quiet."

"No," I insisted. "Leave me alone. You wait by the lockers and I'll get you later."

And I stormed off feeling really resentful that he made that so hard. I looked back as I turned the corner and Davey had shrunk like three sizes, all slumped and sad. Talk about feeling like shit. I tried one other time to dump Davey with pretty much the same result. So I just gave up. I simply didn't have the heart to shake him.

And I did resent it for a while. Oh, I didn't resent Davey. It was hard to be mad at him. And I didn't resent his mom. There certainly wasn't much she could do. But I did resent the circumstances and there were times I just wanted to get away from my ever-present shadow. At least Davey was an awfully nice shadow to look at.

Talk about conflicted. On the one hand I had this really beautiful boy who seemed to think that I'd hung the moon. I mean, it's pretty heady stuff walking around with someone who thinks you are the absolute perfection of mankind. Well he did. On the other hand, there were times I wanted so badly to get away.

After about the first week, as much as I resisted it, I realized that I could not simply shove Davey at his books and tell him to study when we got to my house. He simply sat there, played, hummed, and looked blankly at them. Oh, from time to time he'd pull out a piece of paper and write something, but I don't think he had a clue. The kid needed help.

So that second Monday in November, I sat down with Davey and his books at our kitchen table. He was thrilled. He pulled his chair so close he was almost in my lap. I had him show me where he was in his history book and began to review the pages with him.

When he put his arm over the chair behind me and rested his chin atop my shoulder, a little pleasant "sensation" ran through me. Hell, I don't need that. I thought about shrugging him off, but...it felt nice. "Pay attention, Davey."

"I am paying attention, Mickey," he said with deep sincerity, his jaw tickling my shoulder as he talked. Then I felt the arm on the chair behind me move to drape itself over my other shoulder.

"Sit up, Davey. Pay attention."

Davey sat up and tried to pay attention. After several minutes he wrapped his near arm around my arm and laid his head down on my shoulder. "Now cut that out, Davey. Sit up."

"I'm sorry, Mickey. I was paying attention. I really was." He sat up.

"OK, then. What British General surrendered at Yorktown?"

"Corn-wal-lis." He said it long and slow, as if the syllables had to work their way around his mouth before they could come out.

"Hmmm. And where did he surrender?"

"York-town."

I fired several more questions at him and he got most right. "Damn, Davey. Not bad," I finally pronounced.

He ran his arm around mine again and laid his head back on my shoulder. It was damn bothersome to feel a stir in my pants. "OK, Davey. Sit up. Let's do something else. How about math? Get out your arithmetic book."

Davey pulled it out and showed me the multiplication problems he had for homework. All the numbers were double digit. "Are you permitted to use a calculator?" I asked. He shook his head no. "OK, get started," I told him and slid my chair away to start on my own homework.

Davey pulled out a sheet of paper and took forever putting his name at the top. Then he took another eternity numbering the lines down the side. Next, he chewed on his pencil and slid the book and paper beside each other. I was appalled when after all that, he simply began entering numbers on the lines, seemingly at random.

"Davey. Do it right."

He looked up at me and smiled. Then he went back to doing just what he had been doing, entering numbers on lines.

"Davey," I said flustered and got up from my chair. By the time I stepped to look over his shoulder, he had entered answers beside every line number. "Davey," I said, frustrated. "You need to take your time and do it right."

"I did do it right, Mickey."

"No, Davey, let's just look at the first one." I bent over the book, prepared to explain how it was wrong, but was surprised to see that it was right. I looked at the second. It was correct as well. I dug out my calculator worked down the list. They were all, every one of them, correct. "How did you do that so fast?"

Davey smiled up at me and shrugged.

"Here," I said, turning the page. "Do these."

Davey began to pull out another sheet of paper. "Don't mess with that Davey. Just use your pencil and write the answers lightly on the page. We'll erase them when you're done."

Davey smiled up at me again and simply beamed on my face for a while. He did that a lot.

"Come on Davey. Do the problems."

He smiled and turned back to the book and then, almost like he was just putting numbers to put numbers, he moved from problem to problem back and forth over the page until, in like under a minute he had answered every one. I tried following along with my calculator. He answered faster than I could keep up. And every one was right.

I sat back into my chair, dumbfounded. "You're a math whiz."

Davey grinned and rolled his eyes.

"Who's your math teacher?"

"Mrs. Rich-ard-son." Anything over two syllables seemed to take forever getting out of his mouth. "I like her."

"What does she think about your math?"

Davey giggled. "She thinks I cheat."

"She what?"

He giggled again. "She thinks I cheat. I heard her tell Mr. Al-bert-son. But she said it didn't matter."

"Why does she think you cheat?"

Davey shrugged.

Well the next morning, I found Davey and dragged him early to Mrs. Richardson's class where I got in her face. "What kind of teacher are you?" I asked.

I guess that's not the best way to start a conversation. She frowned, looking up at me sternly from under her eyebrows and continued grading papers. "And what is your problem, Mr. Bentolli?"

"I hear you think Davey cheats," I said accusingly. "He doesn't cheat. He's a math genius."

Mrs. Richardson smiled indulgently. "It's nice he has such a good friend. And I know he works hard. He's a good student, aren't you Davey?"

Davey nodded.

In frustration I grabbed his math book from him and found a page with multiplication problems like those the night before. I spread it onto an open space on her desk, picked up a pencil, handed it to Davey and said, "Do these."

Mrs. Richardson continued grading papers but watched. As Davey began his random answering, she smiled this "what a sweet little child" look and then glanced up at me like "well?"

Davey finished and I grabbed up the book and shoved it in front of her face. She frowned and looked down at the page, then back at me, "Yes?"

"Check his work," I insisted.

She sighed and looked back at the page. I watched her eyes begin to move from problem to problem. They widened as she went. She pulled out a calculator to begin checking. She glanced up at me, and then at Davey. When she finally set down the calculator, she sat back in her chair and looked at Davey with something almost resembling awe.

Well that made big news. I was really disappointed when I told Davey's mom that night and she just shrugged, "Yes, he's always done real well with arithmetic."

"Well! He's a walking calculator!"

I had Davey do the same two digit multiplication exercise for her and she finally showed some surprise. "Is there anything he can do with that?" she asked. "Can he do other kinds of math like that?"

"Mrs. Richardson is going to work with him. We'll find out. I think it's terrific. Really terrific."

She didn't say a word, but her eyes watered up. Then she gave me a backbreaking hug. I wasn't sure why.

By the beginning of December, I had gotten use to my shadow. So had my friends. It wasn't even Michael and Davey. It was just Michael. Davey was always assumed.

Not only had I gotten use to him, the more time I spent helping him study, the more I cared about him and how he did. And he was doing really well. I had to adjust to his particular study habits as in hanging all over me when he could. When we began lying on the floor to study, I had to fight to keep his head out of my lap. I sure as hell did not want to have to explain why that could make me hard. I did let him rest his head on my stomach if I was on my back, or on my butt if I was on my stomach. I drew the line when he wanted to actually lay on me to study. The kid was a real cuddler.

But December had barely begun when Davey's mom had to leave town to be with her dad who needed heart surgery. She asked if Davey could stay with us.

She brought Davey by Sunday night. He held his small bag and clutched a teddy bear. His mom brought a sleeping bag and pillow. Now you might think the sight of a fourteen year old boy clutching a teddy bear would look strange. But it didn't. Davey's normal smile was gone and he looked a little lost, though he had been to my house every day now for weeks.

His mom took her time. She hugged him and told him how much she loved him and would miss him and that she would hurry home. He began to cling to her. I walked over to stand by him. Giving him a final hug, she said, "I need you to be a young man now, Davey. I want you to be brave and be helpful to Mrs. Bentolli and Michael. OK"

He nodded, clutching her until she kissed him and pulled away his hands. I put a hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze. He looked so lost when she left. I wanted to get his mind off things, and so got out some cards to play while we watched TV. That seemed to help.

Mom set up the Davey's bedroll on the floor beside my bed in my room before she went to bed. Davey brightened as we stood side by side at the sink and brushed our teeth. I tried to get a glimpse of his cock as he took a good night piss and then felt embarrassed for even thinking such a thing.

We went to my room and I closed the door. I always slept with my door closed. Davey pulled a pair of pajamas from his bag and began to undress. I watched him as I took off my own clothes. I had not seen Davey without his clothes in ages. The view took my breath away. Not only was his skin as smooth and soft as a baby's, but he had a beautiful body; not particularly muscled, but with almost no body fat.

I could see almost every muscle in his torso and shoulders. When he pulled down his pants, his legs were something off a statue. And his briefs. He had developed quite a package. And judging by the stains on the briefs, all the plumbing worked quite well. I knew his mom didn't have much money, but damn, he needed new underwear.

As he began to put on his pajamas, he watched me finish undressing. When I stood before him in just my briefs, his look became downright hungry. Damn, I thought, as his look stirred my cock. I quickly pulled back my bedcovers and crawled in. I knew Davey liked cuddling, but that look...damn.

"Don't you wear pa-ja-mas, Mickey?"

"Nah. I like sleeping in just my underwear."

Davey looked at me for a moment while he digested that strange bit of information. Then he grinned and quickly took off his pajamas. His briefs looked just a little bit fuller than they had before. As he crawled into his sleeping bag, I quickly climbed out of bed, shut of the light, and retreated back, hoping he didn't notice how full my own briefs were getting.

I snuggled into my pillow and began trying to clear my mind so that I could get to sleep. It wouldn't clear. Damn he was beautiful.

"Mickey?" his voice came up tentatively.

"Yeah?"

"Can I sleep with you?"

Talk about an instant storm of emotions. He sounded so pitiful and I wondered how much he missed his mom. But I also thought bringing him into my bed was asking for it. What could I say? "Sure"

The word was hardly out of my mouth before his pillow as jammed next to mine and he was climbing in. The teddy bear evidently stayed on the floor. I was on my side facing him. He lay down on his side facing me. I could see a broad smile in the dim light of my room.

"Good night, Davey," I said.

"Good night Mickey.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I was so not sleepy. I opened my eyes and there he was, just staring at me with this really big smile. "Go to sleep Davey." I rolled to my other side.

I woke in the night on my back. Davey's head was on my shoulder and he was cuddled up next to me. I could feel his hard cock against my upper thigh. It felt long. I was hard as a rock myself and really, really wanted to go jack off, like five times. But it felt good having Davey's head on my shoulder. I didn't want to disturb him. So I tried to sleep.

But the more I laid there, the more I became conscious of Davey; of his golden hair on my shoulder, his warm breath on my chest, the light touch of his hand resting on my stomach, his one leg so comfortably over mine, and of course, that hardness on my hip. My cock throbbed.

Come on, I told myself. This is Davey. He's like a little brother. I can't be thinking what I'm thinking. I moved my arm out from under him and tried to find a place for it, finally resting my hand on his back, so warm and smooth. My finger tips just touched the waistband of his underwear.

Davey moved in response to my movement, and snuggled closer to me. His lips brushed my chest. His hand and leg slid farther onto me. That was it. My hand and my orgasm raced each other for the end of my cock. I slid my cock back under my briefs just as it exploded. Oh damn, what a mess. At least, I decided, I might get to sleep now. With my hand behind Davey's back, I pulled him even closer to me. He sighed in his sleep and I joined him there.

In the morning I woke before Davey and dashed to the john to clean up and get rid of the morning wood before Davey could see. Mom was in the kitchen when I came out. I slipped back into my room and put on pants before trying to wake Davey. I didn't want any surprises popping up.

As I stepped up beside the bed, I gasped. I really gasped. Davey lay sleeping on his side.

In the morning light, golden hair spread over his pillow, Davey was a human definition of youth and beauty. The cover was down around his hips, leaving bare that lovely torso. In repose, his face had an almost unspeakable beauty, his tender lips pressed together, his nostrils flaring oh so slightly with his breath. For a moment, I could imagine him with full intelligence and I had a vision of what nature intended him to be before whatever foul tragedy attacked his young life in the womb. And it was then that I realized, I truly loved Davey. Not just for who he was, but for who he was meant to be. And not out of pity. I loved Davey.

My heart pounded in my chest. I longed to bend down and kiss him; feel his skin, feel him in my arms. Something deep inside me began to ache.

I hated to wake him. I hated to break the spell of the moment. I hated to wake this young god and return him to childhood.

I touched his shoulder, and then shook him gently. "Davey."

He rolled to his back and opened his eyes. As their blueness focused on me, a grin spread across his face. I returned the smile as my heart welcomed back my Davey.

That night, his mom called just before supper. She talked to my Mom and then asked for Davey. I don't know how much she told him, but while they talked, my Mom whispered in my ear that Davey's granddad was not doing well. They weren't sure about the surgery or that he would make it through if they tried it. Whatever his mom said, Davey's usual smile faded.

Supper was quiet. We watched some TV and Davey sat quietly in a chair. That night, after we got ready for bed and had both stripped to our underwear, I crawled into my bed and held the covers open for Davey. He started to crawl in, then backed away and got the light. Then I felt him crawl in beside me and his scent filled my bed.

My eyes adjusted to the light, and I could see Davey lying on his back beside me. His eyes were open as he stared at the ceiling. At first I thought he was smiling. Then I saw a tear roll out of his eye and down the side of his face, and I realized that it was not a smile. "Oh, Davey," I soothed. "You miss your mom? Worried about your granddad?"

Davey turned his face toward me, his eyes full of tears. He said nothing, but his eyes were eloquent in his hurt and loneliness. In that moment, I realized that a slow mind did not mean a diminished heart. Davey needed to be held.

I slid next to him and ran my arm under the back of his head to cradle him. I pulled him close to me and held him, and to my credit, I did not get hard. Not right away. But after Davey put his arms around me and pulled himself close, I did. Damn the erection. I was going to hold and comfort Davey no matter what. And I did.

We held each other a long time. I felt his own erection rise beside my own. Our cheeks were together, his breath on my neck. I tenderly kissed under his ear, and along his cheek. I was loving him. I was trying to be tender. I don't know how it happened, but my lips wound up on his and he was kissing back. We pressed our cocks into each other and pulled each other tighter. Our kiss deepened and was hungry.

His hands began to roam my back and mine his. My heart was racing. I broke for a breath, placing my cheek back by his, "Oh, Davey," I gasped. "Are you alright? I don't want to hurt you." I felt him squeeze me and I felt his lips on my neck. Whatever the capacity of his mind, Davey's body was that of a youth, of a young man, a young man who held me in his arms and kissed my neck and melted me.

With absolute clarity, I knew if we went any farther, there would be no turning back. Things would be very different. My bright mind was a cloud of confusion. What to say? What to do? I kissed his neck, and the words made it out before I could think to stop them, "Davey, I love you."

I felt, almost more than heard his whisper in my ear, "I always loved you, Mickey."

We embraced again, hard, trying to pull our hearts together. I could barely breathe. Holding Davey like this...I could do it forever. The smell of his hair filling my nose, his smooth skin next to mine, his tight body entwined with mine, the strength of his shoulders in my arms, his hardness pressed against me. I had to touch it. I reached between us and slid my fingers under the waistband of his briefs. We both gasped as my hand found him, long, hot, and hard, and the skin; the skin was soft. I squeezed and he pulled my chest tighter to his. His lips found mine and we kissed. I pushed in with my tongue and his mouth was hot and wet and wonderful.

I stroked and he pumped into my hand. I reached in farther and cupped his balls. I had no idea that holding something, someone in my hand could be so exciting. Still holding me tight in his arms and with his mouth pressed firmly to mine, Davey rolled onto to his back and he spread his legs. I pulled my hand from his underwear and laid myself down on him, my legs between his. I wrapped my arms once more around him as we began to grind ourselves together. His hands found their way down my back and into my briefs as he grabbed two handfuls of my butt.

His hands were familiar, possessive and felt so good there. Davey pulled me to him and we ground together. He pushed down on the waistband of my underwear. I knelt up and pulled down his, lifting them off as he lifted his legs. Then I quickly pulled mine off and laid back down on him. Our naked cocks pressed hard against our bellies as we ground. Davey wrapped his legs up over my butt and I humped under them.

It was heaven. I never wanted to stop. All the things I had ever heard or imagined that boys could do together in love, I wanted to do with Davey. But not yet. Right now I was doing exactly what I wanted to do as I felt his tight body responding under me, rising to meet me, his mouth open hot to mine.

All the sensations from his legs around me to our balls squeezing together to our cocks to our lips to our arms, they overwhelmed. Thought left me. There was only feeling and Davey.

Davey's arms drifted up my back until his hands rested high up the long muscles on either side of my backbone. I liked the feel of them there. I was quickly learning that wherever Davey put his hands, their warmth and touch excited me and drew my attention. I never wanted his hands to leave my flesh.

Davey whimpered and pulled me hard to him. His hands walked down my back and clutched once more at my butt cheeks pulling them apart. That little bit of odd stimulation was all I needed. I felt my balls tighten and a deep churning right before my cum exploded between us. Davey whimpered more loudly and I tried to silence him with my mouth on his. And then I felt his cum join mine and still we ground on.

I felt like I had wanted him all my life. And now he was in my arms and I loved him so much. Once was not going to be enough; not nearly enough.

We stayed hard and I rolled us on to my back. I spread my legs like Davey had done for me, and I felt him settle in between them. Our cocks and bellies were slick with each other now. I held his face and kissed his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his cheeks. He pressed his lips to mine and held me by the shoulders as he pressed his tongue into my mouth as I had done to him. My cock spasmed and hardened rock solid again. My hands slid back down the silky skin of his back to the firm mounds of his but (butt) and I held him close as we ground on. I wrapped my legs around him and gurgled with the delight of his balls pressing so firmly on mine. His hands came up to either side of my face and his head rolled back and forth as his tongue plunged into all the recesses of my mouth. His hair fell over my face and curtained off our lips in tender privacy.

I didn't understand it at the time. I'm not sure I can explain it now. But my belly heaved and my breath caught. Tears filled my eyes as I kissed back just as hungrily. I had been starved for a very, very long time, starved for Davey.

Davey began moving his mouth hungrily over my face and my neck. Neither one of us knew how to make love except by instinct. But those instincts were powered by a great hunger and Davey made love to me like a man.

We ground and ground until my belly began to ache. I forgot my tears as Davey kissed my throat and humped faster. "Can you cum again, Davey? Cause I think I am going to."

"Cum. Yes. Me too, Mickey."

My hands still grasping his butt cheeks, I slid him back and forth on me and rocked my hips forward to press our balls together, and it began to rise in me, my orgasm. "Davey. I'm going to cum soon."

His face buried itself in my neck as his hands reached down under to my butt and he pulled me up to meet him. He began to whimper again and I felt his teeth on the nape of my neck. He let out a little cry and came again. As he stiffened against me, my hips moved into a frenzy and my cum joined his.

We came down slowly. Our breathing returned to normal. We needed to clean up, but I didn't care to move. I wrapped my arms over Davey's back. He sighed and snuggled into me. Damn we were a mess. "I love you, Davey."

"I love you, Mickey."

He struggled from my arms long enough to pull covers over us. Then he snuggled back into my arms and sighed contentedly. I held him close and tried to take in all the sensations of Davey lying on me. Suddenly the tears were back. My throat constricted. I stifled a sob. Davey raised his head. I tried to smile. A frown creased his brow as he looked at my watering eyes. He slid up on me and gently placed his lips on first one eye, then the other, wiping away my tears with his lips. Then he kissed my nose and my lips lightly. I squeezed him and smiled gratefully. He smiled back and snuggled back down onto me, his forehead nuzzled under my chin.

I woke early in the morning. Davey had slid off to the side and lay on me, one leg over my crotch, one arm over my chest. It pleased me that he seemed to like sleeping that way. I turned my head to blow the hair on top of his head. He snuggled closer and I could feel his erection against me. That was OK. I was hard too.

We definitely needed to clean up before breakfast. I could hear water running through the pipes and recognized the sound as Mom showering. Now was as good a time as any. I kissed the top of Davey's head and rubbed his back. "Davey. Time to wake up."

He groaned and pulled tightly against me.

"Common, Davey. We need to clean up before breakfast." I tried sitting up. He held me strongly in his arms and I couldn't. I laughed. "Come on, Davey. We need to shower up."

His head popped up and he looked up at me, "Shower? Together?"

"Yes. Together if that will get you out of bed."

He hopped up and I got my first look at all of him in the daylight. Oh, damn. His cock stuck out straight and thick with a nice crown. Both his cock and balls were flushed red. What little pubic hair he had was dark blond. He turned to get clothes from his bag and I watched muscles move in his butt as he bent over.

I roused myself from my reverie and grabbed up clean clothes myself. I opened the door and checked. My mom's door was still closed. "Come on," I waved for Davey to follow. He giggled as we both ran naked, clothes clutched to our chests down the short hall into my bathroom.

I closed and locked the door. Then I put my clothes down on top of the hamper and told Davey to do the same. As soon as he did, I had him in my arms, smothering him with kisses. Our lips met and our bodies melted together. It was so hard to pull apart to start the shower, and even harder to pull apart to step in.

Mine is a tub shower, with a shower curtain. I maneuvered us back and forth, taking turns under the showerhead. As we scrubbed up, our hands found each other's cock and balls. We lathered and stroked and massaged. We stepped closer together.

I turned Davey under the showerhead to rinse him, and then turned him back and dropped to my knees before him. We didn't have much time, but I wanted to do this. I took his cock in my hand and tentatively licked the end. There wasn't really any taste. I put my mouth over it and Davey staggered. I let him lean back against the wall and then took him into my mouth again. I began to lick and suck, trying to find out what pleased. I knew enough to keep my teeth off him and I think I did OK because he began squirming, then grabbed my head and started plunging his cock in farther. I tried not to choke.

It did not take long before he was bucking and whimpering. I tasted his precum and liked it. Then, suddenly, he was squirting hard into my mouth. I swallowed almost before I could taste it. It didn't taste like I thought it would, more salty, but alright.

I sucked him dry and he began to get sensitive, pushing me off. I stood up and finished rinsing myself while Davey continued to lean back against the wall recovering. I smiled and he smiled back. I reached to turn off the water and he stopped my hand.

Then he knelt before me. I trembled as I waited. He started as I did with a hand on my cock and two licks to the tip. My knees almost buckled. Then he placed his mouth over me, that hot wet mouth. The sensation as his lips closed over my shaft and his tongue came up under the crown was more incredible than I ever imagined it could be. So incredible that I came before he bobbed up and down a half dozen times. I came, gasping and weak. He sucked me dry and then stood before me. I pulled him close and we kissed. I could taste my cum in his mouth. We embraced under the shower as the water turned cold.

I quickly shut it off, and grabbed towels. I handed one to Davey and then began to dry his back with the other. "Davey, we can't tell anybody about this."

"I know," he giggled, trying to reach to dry my back while I was drying his.

"Just wait. I'll let you dry my back in a second. Seriously, we can't tell anybody about this. They wouldn't let us see each other any more."

His eyes grew wide. I repeated, "Seriously, Davey. Nobody. You can't tell anybody about what we've done."

He nodded slowly, "I know, Mickey. I wasn't going to tell anybody."

"Just be sure you don't. And don't try to hug or anything like that when we're at school or with other people, OK."

He nodded again, then asked, "Can we do it again sometime?"

"Yeah, man," I said, stepping from the tub. "Like this afternoon?"

Davey let out a "Yippee" as he stepped from the shower after me and began toweling my back.

"Nobody, Davey. Don't tell anybody."

"I won't Mickey," he assured me, just before he kissed my back.

As we left for school that morning, I could barely think. On one hand, I fairly floated down the street, I was in love, really in love. And what a night! But I was also worried. Was Davey OK? Was our friendship OK? I didn't think I could bear to lose him. Not now.

And my mind raced ahead to the afternoon. Now you have to understand that after all those years of looking at other boys and listening carefully whenever anyone talked about queers or gays or cocksuckers, I had an imagination full of things I had saved up to try with a boy when I had a chance. And now I wanted to try them all with Davey.

But I also wanted to be gentle and tender. I wanted to protect and nourish what had started between us. I loved Davey and was horrified by my own temptation to ever use him for my own satisfaction. I couldn't live myself if I less than loved him.

And to be frank, there was a part of me that was worried. Bad enough to be gay, but to be gay and taking advantage of a sweet innocent like Davey. I could imagine being shipped off to some kid's jail, or worse. People wouldn't understand. They wouldn't understand that I really loved Davey and that he loved me. They wouldn't understand that the boy with a slow mind was a youth with just as much fire in his balls as the next boy.

And I marveled at the change in my life since the night before. It was like I had been saving up all sorts of love and then, when I held him in my arms, we put a match to it. I wanted him in my arms forever.

And there was the rub for a lusty young boy like me. I mean, trying lots of different sex with Davey would be fun. But a large part of me just wanted to hold him. I wanted my love to be as pure as his.

I found myself looking for him all day. When we sat together with my friends for lunch, I had trouble keeping my eyes off him. Davey just smiled a lot, even more than usual. And he winked at me a couple of times. I would have worried, but nobody thought much about what Davey did.

After school, I almost ran us home. Once inside, we pulled off our jackets and I drug Davey back to our room and threw my arms around him. He was ready and we locked our bodies together. He was in my arms and life was bliss. I nuzzled his hair and breathed deep. I squeezed his body in my arms. He pulled his smiling face back from mine and was positively radiant. He pursed his lips and closed his eyes and my cock literally jumped in my pants. I hugged harder and put my lips on his.

My room had a large window with two rows of shutters instead of drapes. I always kept the bottom row closed and the top open. I thought briefly of closing the top ones, but decided against it. No one was going to look in and I wanted to see Davey in as much light at I could.

I felt his cock press against me and forgot all about the windows. Man, I was grateful that whatever happened in the womb had definitely not effected Davey's equipment, or the longing and instincts that equipment sparked. He pressed his body against mine as we struggled to breathe and kiss.

Davey tugged at my shirt and pulled it out of my pants. Then he ran his hands up my sides under my shirt. I moaned loudly. Without Mom around, I could make all the noise I wanted. Davey lifted my shirt up and we pulled it off over my head, "Damn, Davey, you're a little wild fire."

He looked at me with a really serious expression, and then held my sides as his eyes dropped to rove approvingly over my torso. He bent forward and kissed me in the middle of my chest. Then he kissed each of my nipples and I shuddered with the second. Davey smiled up and me, and kissed up my neck. I cupped my hand behind his head and threw my head back as he did. Then he stood back up straight and gave me a really big "did you like that?" hopeful grin. I laughed and put my arms around his neck and touched our foreheads together. "You're incredible Davey. Math and love; you're a whiz."

He laughed and literally bounced in my arms as he enthusiastically kissed my neck. I pulled up his shirt and lifted it off over his head. Then while he kissed on my neck, I worked him back to the bed and laid him back on it. While his legs were still over the side, I kissed his belly, then his basket, and then I reached down and took off his shoes. He giggled as I pulled the socks off his feet.

I bent back over him and kissed his lips as my hand worked on his belt. I unfastened the belt and his pants. And started to pull them down. "Lift your butt, Davey." He did, and I pulled down the pants and his underwear with them. His slim hips came into view, then his pubic patch, and then his cock sprang free and plopped up on his belly. He laughed and grabbed it with his hand, stroking. I pulled his pants off.

Then I stood beside the bed while I took off my own shoes and socks and then my pants and underwear. Davey watched me avidly, stroking himself. When I was done, I scooted him up onto the bed, spread his legs and laid myself down between them. I lowered myself onto him slowly, watching his eyes as our balls met, then our cocks, then our bellies. By the time our chests met, my eyes were inches from his. I paused. Then lowered my mouth onto his. We sighed at the same time. I expected a giggle, but there was none. Instead, his mouth opened and I found once more the hot wonder of it.

We kissed and ground. When we came up for breath about the tenth time, I finally asked, "Do you want to try something new? It's ok if you don't."

He didn't answer, but just pulled my face back down to his and wrapped his arms around my neck. I didn't know if that was meant to be an answer, but I was happy. We continued to grind and kiss. We rolled to our sides and then to my back and Davey smothered my face with kisses while I pulled him by his firm little butt hard to me.

His kisses moved down my neck and he backed his butt down out of my hands. He kissed down onto my chest. He kissed me like a hen pecking at the ground, his kisses growing wetter as he went. Each peck sent a little shock through my body. My hands slid up his smooth back. The muscles beneath his skin moved and flexed as his hands roamed where his kisses had left or to where they were headed. The kisses moved down off my chest and onto my belly. I ran my fingers through his hair and I began to writhe under his ministrations. I kept my legs close enough together to feel his body between them as he slid farther and farther down.

His kisses moved on to my lower abdomen and my cock throbbed to be next. And then he kissed it and the pecks slowed, the kisses lingered. He licked up and down the length of my cock. Then he stopped and simply looked at me there. My cock throbbed in anticipation. I lifted my crotch hopefully. I saw his head descend and felt his tongue on my balls. I squealed. Yeah, squealed. He licked all over them.

"Davey. Spin around. Put your legs up here so I can do you too."

He looked up at me, his mouth all wet.

"Come on, spin around. Keep your mouth down there, please, but put your feet up here so I can do you too. Come on." I reached out a hand. Davey got the idea and spun into position. I guided his hips until his loose, hairless balls hung right over me. I reached up with my tongue and licked them. Davey purred. I pulled his hips down on me and buried my face behind his balls into his perineum and rubbed hard with my closed mouth. I heard Davey coo "Ooooooh."

His smell was rich and tangy. I wiped my face all over it and breathed deep. I licked up the back of his balls and loved his taste.

Then I felt his hand on my cock, followed by his tongue. His mouth closed over my shaft and I felt his tongue swirl over my crown. It was all I could do to not clamp his head between my legs. What I did do was force up his hips and began my own work on his cock.

We tried to find a rhythm, but were both squirming and humping in delicious abandon. Somehow I always imagined a sixty-nine to be a slow tender thing. Uh, uh. Not with Davey. Slow and tender went out the window for me as his balls bounced on my upper lip and his smell filled my nostrils.

As things got crazy, his teeth began to scratch and I had to pull off to tell him what not to do. It was only a brief pause and we were back at it. I wanted to do the very best job I could do. I wanted to blow Davey away. Partly because that's what he was doing to me. For Davey, I think it came naturally.

Our hands roamed each other's legs and bodies. I couldn't decide what was more exciting, his body under my hands or his hands on my body. We began to suck and thrust faster. I watched his balls pull up tighter and tighter.

I wanted it. I wanted him to cum. I sucked, I coaxed, and when he did cum, my body thrilled and my own orgasm erupted as I savored his taste and the feel of his cock in my mouth. We slowed and sucked each other clean.

I softened and Davey rubbed his face in my balls. His butt, up close looked so damn hot, that my semi stayed semi. I rubbed the globes of his ass and spread them apart, examining his hairless crack and pink rosebud. I touched it and he giggled and rolled off me.

Davey squirmed around and crawled into my arms. His ever present smile hovered over me while he drew his forefinger lightly down over my forehead and nose. "You ready to study?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Me neither," I said and quickly rolled him onto his back, covering him with my body and his face with my kisses. Our arms tightened around each other and our cocks began to harden between us. He wrapped his legs around me and I remembered a line from a movie I saw once where someone accused the gay guy of throwing up his legs for every cute guy. The way they said it, accompanied with hand gestures, made it clear to me that anal could be done face to face. Davey had such a great butt.

"Could we try something else?" I asked as I nuzzled his cheek.

"Uh, huh."

I pulled my head back and looked at him. "You said yes?"

"Yes."

"It's different, and I hear it can be a little uncomfortable at first. I won't hurt you. We can stop any time and you can do me after I do you."

He just kept on loving me with his eyes. "Hold on," I said. "I'll be right back."

I knew enough to know lube of some kind was a good idea. I scrambled to the bathroom and grabbed the lotion I had figured earlier might work, and then I dashed back to my room, slammed the door, and jumped onto the bed. I was rock hard in anticipation.

I knelt between Davey's legs and smiled up at him. "I love you, Davey."

"I love you, Mickey."

I rubbed my hands up and down the inside of his legs. "You know I wouldn't hurt you?" My hand moved onto his balls. Davey's eyes rolled up in his head and he moaned. You tell me to stop anytime, OK?"

"Don't stop."

"I mean after we start trying the new thing."

With his eyes still rolled up and his head back, I heard a faint, "OK"

I put a hand under each of his knees and pushed his legs up. Not high enough. I grabbed my pillow and shoved it under his butt. Then I pushed his legs far up and said, "Hold them there. Then with one hand caressing his balls, I squirted lotion from the dispenser onto my other hand. I worked some onto my cock. Then I got more lotion and worked it around his anus, and then in. Davey's cock was hard and his perineum swollen. I moved my free hand to them while with the other I slowly worked a finger into his hole.

Davey squirmed and frowned. I held the finger still until the frown faded. Then I probed for where I supposed the prostate should be. From Davey's squirming and wide eyes, I figured I was hitting the area, which was not a huge surprise since I had studied every diagram of male anatomy I had ever run across.

I pulled out my finger at the same time I placed my cock head at his hole. As the finger came out, I forced the head in. Davey frowned again and I held still, my cock throbbing as the tight ring of his sphincter squeezed and pushed against me. I didn't want to lose ground and pushed just a bit more in. My crown slid past his sphincter and the feeling was incredible. I bent over Davey and watched him as I slowly pushed in. The strain showed in Davey's face; the exquisite pleasure in mine. I took my time until I felt his sphincter at the base of my shaft and my balls pressed against him. I lowered myself down onto Davey and kissed him. He put his arms around me and we just held together for a moment.

And then I began to move. I encircled his shoulders with my arms and kept my face pressed beside his and began to pump into him from my hips. I could feel his cock on my belly. He was still hard.

It was as good as I could have imagined. I began with long slow strokes. But I couldn't help picking up speed. As I moved, I felt Davey relax and begin moving under me, his body undulating down onto my cock, then up to press his cock to my belly. I lifted my head to look into his eyes. They were rolled back again, his mouth open. Without looking, he wrapped his arms up to the small of my back and pulled me down toward his upward thrusts.

I snaked my arms under him and wrapped them about him. I held him tight and resisted the urge to try to lift him up in my arms while I fucked him. Instead, I buried my face into the side of his and moaned my delight.

With each plunge in, I ground against him. Somewhere along the line, my pelvic muscles developed a life of their own as reflexes took over and my body began thrusting deep and hard all on its own. I didn't even have to think about it. There is a fucking reflex and Davey's body under me triggered it. Nothing was going to stop it short of a crashing orgasm.

Davey and I finally found a rhythm, our bodies arching powerfully together. I marveled at the strength of his body under me. His slender form was all muscle and sinew and twisting and writhing; all on my cock each time I buried it into him.

And I did pull him up. I wrapped my arms under his back and pulled him upright onto my lap as my orgasm boiled up. My arms stayed tight about him and his cock rubbed my gut. His chest rose and fell under my nostrils. Sweat dripped from us as I pulled him hard down on me, rose on my knees, and blasted my seed into him. We slowed and I kissed his chest. He looked down at me and lowered his face to mine, running his fingers into my hair. His blue eyes shone on mine as our lips met and his hair fell again to curtain our lips. We kissed as the last of my cum seeped into him.

We held each other while I softened. "Your turn," I whispered hoarsely.

"Huh?"

"Your turn to try the new thing."

He held my face and planted another kiss as my cock slipped out of him. He put his arms around my neck and hugged me. His cock was still hard and pressed against my stomach.

"Davey?"

"Uh, huh."

"Your turn."

He kissed me again.

"Davey, I want you to try it."

He kissed me again.

"Davey, I want you to fuck me."

His cock twitched against my stomach. I grinned, "You want to. I know it." I laid him back down onto the bed. Then I bent over him and smiled down on him. "You're going to like this, Davey." I kissed his nose, then his throat, then his chest. Then I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked it gently. Then I kissed across to the other nipple and sucked it. As I kissed, I slid my bottom down over his cock, making a point of pressing my perineum onto his cock.

I kept myself planted on him while I reached for the lotion. He watched me as I rose on my knees and worked lotion into my butt. Then I watched Davey's face while I lubed his cock. He rolled his eyes, his mouth opened in a silent gasp.

I held his cock firmly and backed on to it, not really knowing what to expect. Damn, I liked holding his cock. Felt damn good in my hand. But then the tip slid into my crack and touched my hole. Talk about a bolt of electricity. I froze. And then I saw Davey's face, eyes tightly shut, lips pressed together. Oh, how I wanted him to enjoy this. I pushed my butt back and held his cock firmly as it tried to slip off to the side. Another push and the crown popped in. It felt strange, but it didn't hurt. I thought it would hurt. But it didn't hurt. I pushed all the way back with my butt and he slid in. Well that hurt. A little. I gasped. Held it. Then pushed myself firmly down on him.

Tentatively, I rose up and then sat back down. OK. Not bad. I did it again. And again. I pulled out almost to his crown and slid back down. I began to bounce, and slide. And surprisingly, I liked the feel.

A smile spread slowly across Davey's face. I wanted the smile bigger and bounced faster. His hands found my thighs and grabbed on as I bounced. My cock flopped around over his smooth, flat belly, and I began to get hard once more. He began lifting his hips to meet me. I bent to kiss his lips and his eyes opened lazily. They barely focused on me. He had a lopsided grin and a goofy dazed look.

"You like this, Davey?"

He nodded.

"I like it too. I mean I like what you're doing and I also liked doing it." I thought a moment. "You might like doing it like I did. Let's try."

I rose up off him and suddenly had this really empty feeling. Davey let out a sad whimper. I rolled onto my back and lifted my legs. Turning to face him, I said, "Come get me."

I didn't need to say it twice. While he scooted down to my bottom, I shoved my pillow under my butt. Davey knelt up, one hand aiming his cock, the other on my balls. His hair hung down over his face. I stared at his body, so perfect, so smooth. The muscles in his chest and belly seemed to have developed even more definition in the last day. Davey pushed and entered me, sliding all the way forward. When he bottomed out, I sighed gratefully.

Davey fell forward over me, bringing his knees forward, tightening his tuck. He wrapped his loins onto my bottom and pressed his belly against my cock as he leaned forward and I leaned up to kiss. He began to move. And I became very hard.

Davey supported himself with a hand on the bed on each side of me. He watched my face as he pumped in and out of me from his hips, and I watched his face. And every few pumps, he bent to kiss me. I began to enjoy the sensations, the ones inside, and the ones outside as his belly caressed some of my favorite places. I wondered, am I a bottom? Then I thought back to when I was on top. This would be a hard decision.

I ran my hands up and down Davey's sides, feeling his strong little lats, and the smoothness of his soft skin. I reached farther to feel the sides of his firm butt as he worked on me, and I watch as his eyes rolled up and closed. His hung open, almost like he was in pain, and small grunts began to punctuate his thrusts. He pumped faster.

Faster and faster until his hips were pistoning at full speed and I wondered if my butt was going to give me it's own orgasm. Forget the prostate; I didn't know a butt hole could feel like this. No, don't forget the prostate. There was magic there too.

Danny bent to kiss and I wrapped my arms over his back. I opened my mouth and his tongue entered me just as he convulsed in one final hard, deep thrust and I actually could feel his cum shoot into me. He whimpered into my mouth and pushed his pelvis even harder against my butt. I could feel him throbbing in my hole.

And then it was over, and still we held the kiss. I felt him relax in my arms. His tongue explored my mouth as his cock stayed hard inside me. Then he lazily began to pump again, and I wondered if we would go for another round.

He broke the kiss and leaned back up, still pumping, but smiling benevolently on me. "Davey, you're incredible." I breathed and his smile became a wide grin. "You like this?" I asked.

"Uh, huh."

"You going to keep going?"

He looked thoughtful, and then bent down to kiss me, and still he pumped. We kissed and moved. I pushed my cock up against him and I felt him slide a hand between us and he grasped my shaft. He sat up and as he continued to slowly move in and out of me, he played with my cock and balls. He examined them as if getting a good look for the first time. He lifted my balls and rolled them around on his hand. He wrapped a hand around my cock and slid my foreskin up and back. He took his other forefinger and very lightly traced circles over my damp crown. He pointed it up at his face and pulled the slit open as if trying to see down it.

He stroked it and I sighed. He looked up at me and stroked it again. I humped my hips and moaned. He began stroking with both hands, a hand high and a hand low. The top hand taking my foreskin up over the crown.

I began to do some of the work, moving my hips to lift me up and down on his cock and in and out of his hands. We never picked up speed. We simply kept the strokes long. It was pleasant. Very pleasant. We did it so long, I wondered about stopping. We had done no homework and I had supper to fix. But it felt so good.

Just when I had decided that we had cum too many times since the night before and might as well stop, Davey closed his eyes and whimpered. His hands squeezed hard on my cock and I felt my balls roll up. He moved his hands from my cock to grab my hips and he began to rise high on his knees to penetrate me more deeply. He held my hips tightly as he thrust harder against me. I grabbed my cock and balls and began to stroke fast. If Davey was going to cum again, then damn, I wanted to cum with him.

He was literally lifting my butt with his thrusts. I could feel him sliding pleasantly against things inside. I pressed back against him and stroked faster. My body responded, reluctantly, almost painfully. I cried out with the intensity of it as my body struggled to bring forth even a couple of squirts of cum. Davey watched and lifted my hips with his hands as he rose up on his knees and pounded hard and fast into me. He threw back his head and cried out. Every muscle in his body tightened and joined in his orgasm. He arched and I clamped my butt hole on him. He held me there and nothing moved but his throbbing cock.

Slowly we relaxed. Davey watched at me as he lowered my hips back down. His eyes were all glazed over. "I've created a monster," I mumbled. He focused and I grinned. "Have fun?"

He laid down on me, and his cock finally came out. He nuzzled his face into my neck and snuggled into my arms. Damn he felt good. I brushed my hands up and down his back and kissed the top of his head. "I love you, Mickey."

"I love you, Davey."

Mom didn't ask why supper was not ready when she got home. I was only a little late with it. Davey's mom called to say her dad was doing better and the surgery was back on for the next day. Mom cleaned up and we studied. Poor Mom thought they were giving us much too much homework.

That night, back in my room, I took off all my clothes, briefs included before I got in bed and held back the covers for Davey. He smiled and took of (off) his underwear too. He turned out the light and crawled in beside me.

Now you would think we had sexed ourselves out. I certainly thought so. But before we knew what was happening, Davey lay atop me as we rubbed our cocks together and kissed deeply. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and we each came once more before falling asleep in each other's arms.

I later looked back on those two weeks that Davey's mom was gone as sort of a honeymoon. I know it sounds sappy. But everyday when we came home, every night we went to bed, and often in the mornings when we showered, we stayed in each other's arms or in each other's...other things. And we taught ourselves the art of making love. Davey may be slow in some things, but not in that.

I walked around smiling more that Davey. I had never been so happy or imagined that you could be. There was only one incident that spoiled our perfect time.

I sort of blame myself for what happened. There was this jock in our school; a really good looking red headed sophomore by the name of Brandon Fox. Most of the time he was alright, but he did have just the faintest streak of bully in him.

I had seen the way Davey looked at Brandon. I think he had a bit of a school boy crush on him; not that Davey explicitly thought about sex with Brandon. Well, I guess I can't say that because I didn't always know what was going on in Davey's mind. I think though, that Davey just liked looking at Brandon. Unfortunately, Davey is so damn transparent. And after what we had been doing, I guess something got too transparent.

It was after the mid morning class and something just didn't feel right. Maybe it was a sixth sense. I knew where Davey walked between each class. Hell, I'd researched it just so I could see his smile between my own classes. Now I raced for where I thought Davey might be and he wasn't there. I looked around. Down the hall I saw Brandon's red head facing off against a shorter blond one. I raced down the hall

Davey was looking downcast at the floor, a tear rolling down his cheek while Brandon called him names that nobody should call another person. "Hey," I stepped between them, challenging, "What's the problem, Brandon?"

He stopped his tirade and glared at me. "He gives me the creeps the way he stares at me and follows me. Tell him to stay away."

"Maybe he just likes you. He doesn't always have the best taste."

"The little creep doesn't even belong in a school with normal people."

That hurt. I balled my fists up and only my dazzling intelligence kept me from hitting him. Through clenched teeth, I said, "We know who's the creep here, Brandon. Davey's twice the decent human being you are."

Brandon gasped in surprise and then laughed as if what I had said was the most preposterous thing he'd ever heard.

"You know nothing," I hissed, "of heart or character or courage...or intelligence, you brain-in-the-balls jock. It's not all about how much you can bench press."

Sometimes even smart people do stupid things. There was a crowd of people around us now and they all heard what I said. Brandon's professional coat holder, Geoff, a tall dark haired boy the girls all loved, snickered.

Brandon flushed red and stepped closer to me. "Listen you little nerd, I'm twice the man you are."

"Not by anything you can measure."

He knew by the tone it was meant as an insult, I simply had not phrased it correctly for my target audience. Others snickered though.

He grabbed my shirt and jerked my face up to his, "Listen Bentolli, get out of my face and take your little retard with you."

As I said, smart people can do stupid things. I was much too close for my swipe at his jaw to do much good, especially since he shoved me back and I missed him completely. Then a blow to my solar plexus doubled me over; a dropped elbow punched me to the ground and a kick to the ribs winded me. Groveling on the ground, I had no idea what Davey did, if he did anything. I just felt it hard when his body dropped onto mine.

I struggled to catch my breath and tried to turn to make sure Davey was OK. Suddenly, his face was in mine, his brows knit in concern. "Mickey? You OK, Mickey?"

"Michael," I tried to breathe. "I told you that in school it's Michael." He looked so concerned for me. So serious. "Shit, call me Mickey." I sat up. Kids stared as they walked past. "You OK, Davey?"

He sat down beside me. "Uh, huh. I'm sorry Mickey."

"It's not your fault, Davey. He's just a prick."

I struggled to my feet, my breath returning. "You just need to be careful how you look at other guys." I whispered. "Don't look at their bodies like you want to have sex with them." Davey stared at me trying to comprehend. "Besides," I added. "I might get jealous." I looked into his eyes and wondered if he could even understand jealousy. It might hurt him if I ever ran off with someone else, but I don't think he was capable of outright jealousy.

That night, I said to my mom, "You know how you've been asking me for weeks what I want for Christmas?"

"Yeah, and you haven't given me anything except underwear."

"That's because I knew you were going to buy clothes anyway." And what I didn't say was that I knew she couldn't afford much else. But since I was still mad about what happened with Brandon, I said, "I'd like a set of weights. They don't have to be expensive. But Davey and I need to start working out."

Davey looked up at me from where he was reading on the floor, not sure what I was proposing for us.

My mom smiled and shook her head. "Boys! You really want a set of weights for Christmas?"

"Well, not if we can't afford them. Maybe we can just do pushups and sit-ups and stuff."

"If I get them, will you promise to use them?"

"Yes."

That night, Davey worried over the bruise on my back and on my side. He kissed them tenderly before his kisses moved on to other tender areas.

Davey, to his credit, took the lesson of Brandon to heart and for the first time in his life, learned to not be so transparent.

Christmas day, Davey and his mom came over to celebrate the holiday with us. Before dinner, our two moms took us out to my mom's car. She opened the trunk. Inside was a weight set; a really nice weight set with real iron plates and not the plastic covered concrete stuff.

I gratefully hugged my mom, though by now I wondered if weights were really such a good idea. She said, "You need to thank Davey's mom too. We went together on these. They're for Davey as well."

I thanked Davey's mom and Davey thanked mine, though I wasn't sure what he thought of the whole thing.

My mom added, "The guy at the store said you would need a weight bench. I found a good one in the classifieds. I told the guy we're buying it from that we would pick it up this afternoon."

That did it. After Mom did all that, there was no way we could not work out with them.

That evening, before they left, I dragged Davey back to my room after he had put his jacket on. "I have a Christmas present for you," I told him. I handed him one of the two packages of colored briefs my Mom had given me for Christmas. "Hide them in your jacket, OK?"

Davey held the package in his hands, turning it over and examining the picture of the well hung model.

"They're underwear. See, I got a package too." I held up the other package. "We can each wear sexy new underwear. I want to see a pair on you tomorrow. OK?"

He nodded and rearranged himself, to my delight. Then he gave me a passionate, lingering kiss. And I had to rearrange myself.

Davey and I began working out right away. We really didn't know what we were doing. As much as anything, we modeled new underwear, or worked out naked between love making sessions. We must have done some good though, because after a few weeks we both looked, well almost buff.

Then one day in mid April, I noticed Brandon sitting by himself at lunch. Now Brandon never sat by himself. He always had a crowd of friends. I asked the friends that we always ate with if they knew what was up. Nobody had a clue.

By the next day, though, the whole school did. Brandon was again alone at lunch. Benjamin, one of the guys in our group leaned in confidentially and told us, "I know why nobody's eating with Brandon." He smiled as he got our attention. "He got busted." Benjamin giggled. "He got busted at the park, exposing himself to an undercover cop...a male undercover cop."

Damn, I thought. What goes around comes around, and I thought about how sweet justice could be. Then I noticed the way Davey looked at Brandon. It was compassion itself. Did Davey understand all this? Or did he just instinctively feel sorry for a boy he saw sitting all alone. Shit, I thought, there goes the happy revenge feeling.

Each day Brandon sat alone at lunch. And each day, Davey watched him with sad eyes. Finally, after a week of it, I told Davey to follow me after we'd gotten our trays. I walked us up to Brandon's table. "Could we sit with you?" I asked.

"Gees, Bentolli. Isn't it bad enough? Buzz off."

Well, I'd tried. I turned to leave when I heard Davey say sweetly behind me, "I like you Brandon."

"Shit," was Brandon's only reply.

"Come on Davey. He's still too good for us."

We went on to our usual table, but Davey kept looking over his shoulder at Brandon. It was too much for Brandon. He angrily got up from his table and left.

Once a month, Davey's mom took a Tuesday off to take Davey to a specialist. When she did, I walked home alone. I was doing just that the next week when Brandon pulled alongside in his car. He rolled the window down and asked, "Want a ride."

First I wondered if he had a knife or a gun. Then I wondered if he was going to gun the car if I reached for the door. But something about the way he had extended the invitation sounded almost sincere. I watched his face as I opened the door. He smiled. I climbed in.

He didn't say a word all the way to my house. I opened the door to step out when he said, "Wait."

I turned and waited.

He fumbled for words and kept his eyes forward. "I wanted to thank you, umm, for trying to sit with me."

Maybe Davey was finally rubbing off on me. A brief wave of sympathy passed over me. "Sure. If you ever want us to, we would like to sit with you."

He turned to me and his eyes flashed, "Why? I don't need your sympathy."

"Shit, what a prick," I flashed back. "Maybe we do feel a bit of sympathy. Maybe we understand. Maybe you aren't the only one, you shit."

My verbal slapping had an effect for like two seconds, then he turned away. "You can't possibly understand. Being a nerd, no offense, and being...well like Davey, isn't the same as being...like me. At least people still talk to you."

I took a deep breath. Should I put my life and Davey's on the line for this turd? Oh hell. "When I said you aren't the only one, Brandon, I meant you aren't the only one. I understand better than you think."

That sank in and he turned slowly to look at me. I nodded. "Yep."

"You're," he almost whispered, "gay?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Davey?"

"Leave Davey out of this."

"Shit," he shook his head. "It's your fault, you know."

That sounded like the world's greatest non sequitur. "What's my fault?"

He lowered his head to the steering wheel. "It's not your fault. It's just...look, can we talk?"

"You want to come inside?"

He looked up and down the street, bit his lip, and said, "Yeah."

"Come on then."

I led him in, parked him at the kitchen table and got us both sodas. I sat down on the end of the table next to him and asked, "OK?"

He nodded. He flushed and his hand shook. Poor guy. I couldn't help myself, I put a hand on his arm and gripped. "Tell me about it."

Brandon flashed me a grateful smile. He took a deep breath, and then it all poured out. "I guess I've, you know, liked other guys since I was a kid. But I never did anything, with anybody. I mean, who was there to do anything with? I might have never done anything with anybody. But then the way Davey kept looking at me...well you know the way he can look. And he's so damned pretty. He'd watch me and I'd start getting hard. It frustrated me. Like the last thing I needed was to be outed in school. Even after our fight—I'm sorry about that by the way, but you did take the first swing."

I bit my tongue but kept my hand on his arm.

"Anyway, after that, I kept imagining what it would be like to do things with Davey," he glanced up at me, "or with you. I mean you both look so...hot. Sorry, but you do. And I just got this favorite daydream of doing stuff with you guys...not that I ever dreamed you were...or that we would...oh shit." He sighed. Then continued, "Anyway, I kept thinking about it. And I really, really wanted to do something with another guy. I'd heard about guys getting blow jobs at the park. I started sneaking to the park to watch. Just watch. One time, I even lucked out and from the bushes saw one guy give another a blow job."

He took a sip of soda, "Anyway, I finally couldn't stand it anymore and built up the guts to try it myself. I mean, it really settled it when I saw this really good looking young guy. I mean, he looked like he'd do it, you know. I followed him up a trail and when he stopped and looked back at me...well I was all horny and hard and I just unzipped and pulled out my cock. And then he pulled out a badge." A shudder ran through him. "My life is so fucked up."

"Damn," I agreed. "It is."

"I've dropped out of sports. No one talks to me. Even my best friend Geoff avoids me. What am I going to do?"

I thought and let go of his arm, sitting up. "Davey and I got a new weight set this last Christmas and we've tried working out. But we have no idea what we're doing. You want to come over sometime and show us how to work out?

Brandon thought about it. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah. After school? Here?"

"Sounds good."

He stood up. "Well, I guess I ought to go now. I'll see you tomorrow."

I followed him to the door. Before he reached it, I stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. I mean, after all, I did feel sorry for him. I turned him around and gave him a hug. At least I meant it to just be a hug. But he wrapped me tight in his arms and squeezed me to him. His lips pressed into the side of my neck. Damn, he smelled good and he felt good against me. Not only was my cock stirring. I could feel his growing against me.

"Ahem," I cleared my throat. He loosened his embrace, and stepped back, a little flustered. He turned to leave but I held him by his arm. "It's just that Davey and I, well, you see."

He nodded.

"You're hot yourself Brandon. We'll find you someone." I leaned in and kissed his lips. I know. Stupid. Suddenly we were in a lip lock and back in the embrace. It took several struggling moments for me to break free again; struggling with my own body, not his.

He nodded. Gave my cheek a kiss and left. "Tomorrow," I called after him.

The next day the asshole still didn't ask us to sit with him.

I told Davey what was happening as we walked to my house after school. It took him a moment to understand it all, but I think he did. "We'll be nice to Brandon. He needs it," Davey said.

Brandon showed up not long after we got home. He shook our hands. Davey just beamed at him. We led him to the garage where I had the bench and weights set up. "I'm not sure," I said, "how you want to do this. We normally just work out in our underwear."

"Or naked," Davey said smiling.

Brandon grinned. "Underwear is cool."

We began to strip, Davey and I watching Brandon and Brandon watching Davey and I. Looking at Brandon's body, I felt a new commitment to weight work outs. He was meaty, but no fat. Just slabs of muscle. He was not a big guy like iron pumpers. He just looked like a perfect athlete. Shit, all three of us were getting hard.

The barbells were set up for Davey and me to do presses. Brandon stepped over and began doing curls with it. As he did, he told us how to hold our elbows, how to stand straight, how to breathe, how not to jerk the weights. Davey and I stood mesmerized by the movement of the muscles in his chest and arms.

Next, he had me try, after we took off quite a bit of weight. I began slowly and he nodded his approval. But then he stepped behind me, holding my elbows still. I felt his breath on the back of my neck. His closeness made concentrating nearly impossible.

Next he had Davey do a set, and gave him the same stand behind treatment. Davey backed into him, his butt just under Brandon's balls and hard cock. I would have been jealous if I wasn't getting so damned horny.

Brandon's red hair really set off his creamy skin. The contrast of his black underwear made his skin glow. Brandon was almost hairless. I guess at our age, every boy's skin is beautiful. And I always loved beautiful skin.

We did two more sets with closer and closer supervision from Brandon. We all three had wet spots on the front of our briefs.

Brandon moved the weights to the rack over the bench and added several plates. "We're going to do bench press next."

Davey and I moved up alongside the bench. Brandon lay back down on the bench and his hard cock sprang out of the top of his briefs. He reached up for the weights and Davey dropped to his knees beside him. Then Davey reached out and gently rubbed Brandon's belly. Brandon's hands froze on the barbells, still resting on the rack.

Well, I'm always one to go with the flow. I bent over Brandon dropping a hand to his chest and gently caressed a nipple. I looked down at him and Brandon was shaking. I bent and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Relax," I said. "We are going to make love to you."

He looked at me and I assumed it was gratitude. If not, we were about to have a hell of a fight.

Davey was already slipping Brandon's underwear down. I knelt down, tracing my fingertip over the creases between Brandon's ab muscles. Once Davey had the underwear out of the way, the two of us kissed and licked Brandon's balls and cock. He squirmed. Brandon had a nice cock; about the size of Davey's. His pubic hair was thick, but confined to a small patch. His belly looked so vulnerable. I kissed his belly between his cock and navel. Davey licked on his cock.

"Michael?"

I glanced up. Brandon had his head up, looking down at me. "Yeah?"

"Could I see, um, could I touch your, you know."

I laughed. Damn shy for a jock. I stood up and shed my underwear and then stepped over the bench to stand astride Brandon's shoulders. My balls hung over his neck and my cock stretched out over his face. He reached up with both hands, feeling my balls, testing my cock. I sighed and put my hands on the barbell to steady myself. Brandon closed his eyes and arched his head back and I knew Davey had taken Brandon's cock into his mouth.

Brandon began stroking me, even before he opened his eyes again. Then he pulled my cock down and licked the tip. I bent over more and pointed it at his mouth. He took it in and began sucking.

"Bob your head," I instructed. "Like Davey is doing to you."

Brandon complied.

"No, don't let your teeth scrape me. Cover them with your lips or keep them out of the way."

Brandon had some natural talent. Soon he was giving me great pleasure. And he was receiving it too. I had only begun to think about cumming when suddenly Brandon began humming on my cock and sucking more frantically. I felt him bucking under me and then he froze and whimpered.

I've got to hand it to Brandon, though. Even as his own orgasm was finishing, he resumed work on me. And it felt damn good. "You keep that up, Brandon, and I'm going to cum."

He pulled his mouth away and asked, "How does it taste?"

"Davey seems to like it," I said, "and I sure like his."

Brandon returned his mouth to my cock and what he lacked in technique, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. I felt Davey's hand slide under my butt and rubbed behind my balls. Damn, Davey knew what I liked. I blasted off in Brandon's mouth. Some oozed out, but he got most down.

I let him clean me, and then I stepped off him. Davey and I kneeled on either side of Brandon's hips like mourners beside his flaccid cock. Brandon sat up. "Thanks guys. That was great."

I looked up at him. "That was nothing. What makes you think we stop after one time?"

A twinkle came to Brandon's eyes, and his cock rolled a little with new blood.

"We don't have to today," I said. "But I always wondered what a sandwich would be like."

Brandon became a frequent and enthusiastic participant in our weight work outs. And we actually did work out. He taught us about weights and we taught him about other things. We even studied some together. And we built friendship. It was still a couple of weeks before Brandon asked to join us at our lunch table. Davey slid over to make room before any of our friends could say no. And so Brandon joined the nerds.

May was interesting. First, Davey's mom announced that the specialist thought Davey should go out for a summer swim team. Swimming supposedly would help Davey get some things connected up in his brain. And so we decided we would both go out for the swim team. Brandon said he would think about it.

The next thing that happened in May, happened one school day in the middle of the month. For once, we were actually studying in my kitchen. I was standing behind Brandon, massaging his shoulders when he turned back to say something to me and instead, exclaimed, "Shit!" and broke for the door. He threw it opened and ran out. Davey and I chased after, wondering what the hell had happened.

What we found was Brandon pulling Geoff back from trying to climb out over the fence. Brandon wrestled him onto his back on the ground and then knelt on Geoff's biceps and pinned his hands in the classic school boy, I've got you pinned with my cock in your face position. Brandon looked up at me. "He was spying in the window."

I felt Davey grab my sides from behind as he peeked around me. Brandon turned back to Geoff, "What the hell were you doing?"

Geoff said nothing. Brandon released a hand briefly enough to slap Geoff's face hard. Behind me, Davey jumped. "Answer me," Brandon yelled. "What were you doing?"

Geoff glanced at me and back to Brandon. His face was red, especially where he had been slapped. Still he said nothing. Brandon slapped him again. "You aren't getting up until you tell me what you were doing!"

Geoff's eyes widened and watered. His mouth curled in anger and desperation. Brandon insisted, "Well?"

Geoff turned his face and tried to hide it in his arm. "I wanted to see what you were doing."

"Why?" Brandon growled. "Why did you want to see what we were doing?"

Geoff pressed his face harder into his arm and said nothing. "Damn it," Brandon growled and raised his hand as if to strike again. Davey gripped my sides and I barked, "Brandon, no! Stop it."

He stayed his hand, but demanded again, "Why did you want to see what we were doing?"

"Because," Geoff moaned into his arm, "I wanted to do it too."

"Do what too? What did you think we were doing?" Brandon demanded.

Davey stepped past me, looked back at me and pointed to Geoff's crotch. Geoff was hard.

"Brandon," I said.

"What?" he looked back over his shoulder.

Davey pointed out the obvious to Brandon. Brandon's eyes widened, and he turned back to Geoff in surprise.

"Maybe we ought to all go inside," I suggested.

Brandon did not give Geoff a choice. When he climbed off him, he wrapped one of Geoff's arms behind his back and forced him to follow Davey and I. Once in the kitchen, we sat around the table and I offered Geoff a soda. He shook his head.

Now that we were seated and he had come down off his testosterone high, Brandon asked more quietly. "What did you think we were doing? And what do you mean you wanted to do it to?"

Geoff glanced at Brandon, then at me. Then he grumbled, "Why did you ever have to go to that park, you asshole."

Brandon just sat dumbfounded. Geoff, looked at him steadily and said, "I miss you."

Brandon answered, "That's been your choice."

Geoff glanced nervously at me one more time, and then looked back at Brandon as he slowly said, "You never needed to go to that park. If you just weren't so damned thick."

Brandon raised his eyebrow.

"Hey, guys," I said. "Why don't you two go back to my room to work this out? You can talk privately back there."

Both of them looked at me, then Brandon stood up. Geoff, stood more slowly, hesitantly. They looked at each other and Brandon lifted his hand to Geoff's red cheek. "I'm sorry Geoff."

Without taking his eyes off Brandon, Geoff reached up and held Brandon's wrist, then turned his face to kiss Brandon on the palm of his outstretched hand. Geoff closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Brandon stepped close and they embraced, cheek to cheek.

They held each other awkwardly. I guess it can be quite a transition from best friend to lover. Brandon turned to me and asked in a husky voice, "When does your mom come home?"

I looked at the clock. "You have a couple of hours."

Brandon took Geoff by the hand and headed toward my bedroom. After we heard the door close, Davey stood up and walked around to my chair. He straddled me and sat into my lap facing me. Then he put his arms over my shoulders and asked, "Is everything OK, Mickey?"

"What do you think?"

"I think everything is OK."

I smiled and kissed his lips. "Yeah. I think everything is really OK."

Davey grinned.

"You're wonderful, Davey. You know that?"

"You're wonderful, Mickey. You know that?"

I chuckled. And then I looked into his eyes, searching for that part of him that would understand what I wanted to say, "I wonder if you will ever understand how much I love you, Davey."

His face became very serious. He bent to kiss me and his hair fell over us to give that little curtained, private space to our eyes and lips. "I understand, Mickey." He said.

My breath caught in my throat. I believed him. His lips descended onto mine again. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him hard as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. He moved his body against me and I felt his cock against my belly. "Let's go to the garage," I suggested. Davey kissed me again, and then stood up over me. "Davey," I said, "Don't ever cut your hair short."

Just before school ended for the year, Brandon approached me one morning at the lockers. He looked serious. "What's up?"

"My dad just told us last night that he's trying to get transferred or find a new job somewhere else. He wants to move."

I leaned against my locker to take it in. "Why?"

Brandon gave me a "duh" look. "He wants me to have a new chance. He wants me back in sports. And I think this whole thing's been hard on him. Everyone in town knows about me getting busted."

"Tell him you're OK. Tell him you want to stay."

Brandon looked down at the ground and kicked dirt. "Maybe it will be good. People still avoid me. Hell, Geoff avoids me in public, the shit. It's not like I have something like you and Davey have."

Then he looked at me thoughtfully. "What's going to happen to Davey?"

"What do you mean, `What's going to happen to Davey'?"

"I mean, is he going to make it through high school? And what happens to him after high school."

"He's going to make it through high school. He remembers things. And he's good at math. I'm going to get him through high school."

"And then?"

"Hell, I don't know. Maybe I'll marry him," I said only half joking.

"Come on, Michael. Are you telling me you're going to try to keep him with you? What about college? What about your life?"

"Fuck you, Brandon. Davey and I have grown up together. He's like my brother. I am going to keep him with me."

"What about college? What about marriage?"

"We'll work college out. And I'm not planning on getting married."

"What about Davey? Could he get married?"

My stomach turned. Why did he ask these questions I never wanted to think about? I wasn't sure I ever wanted a life apart from Davey. But was Davey entitled to one apart from me?

"I don't know," I said softly. "I don't know. All I know is that I love him and I've never loved anybody else. If he ever wants to move on, I hope I can let him. But I'll stick with him as long as he wants." I looked Brandon in the eye. "As long as he wants."

I'm really not thinking of making this a series, though I have kept my options open. I just have tons of other things to do. As always, emails are appreciated at btomandback@hotmail.com