Gayer Than Laughter

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Gayer Than Laughter

By

Butters2020

When my mother was a little girl her favorite books were Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, and James and the Giant Peach. Which is why my older brother is named Roald and my name is Dahl. Ain't that a stunner? I don't know which of us got screwed worse.

Roald was born the same day Princess Diana died. She died when reporters or photographers chased her limo into a tunnel and it crashed. That's what you get for being famous. I'll never have to worry about that. Apparently it was some kind of big deal for the people who were alive at the time. Roald was alive at the time but it wasn't a big deal to him. Let me rephrase that. It was a big deal to people old enough to remember.

I was born the day Billy Jack Gaither had his throat slit and was left to die on a pile of burning tires, because he was gay. It happened sixteen miles from where I entered the world. That's what you get for being gay in Sylacauga, Alabama. I mean this isn't San Francisco or New York, or even Birmingham. People still talk about Princess Diana but no one talks much about Billy Jack Gaither anymore, at least not here where even now in 2014, if you're gay, there's a better than average chance that you'll be following in Billy Jack's footsteps.

I'm sure there are a couple of gays at Robert E. Lee High School. If Jimmy Franklin isn't gay he's on the waiting list. That guy's been a sissy since kindergarten. But even he has sense enough to pretend he has a girlfriend in Mobile. And if there are other gays in school they keep it on the down low.

Everyone knows only gay guys tryout for school plays. So, when only three dudes auditioned for the spring musical, all the English teachers offered extra credit to any guys who tried out for the second audition. My girlfriend Fawn was trying out for the play and if there wasn't enough people to cast, there wouldn't be a play at all. I have no idea who died the day Fawn was born.

She kept hounding me to try out. "You need the extra credit, Dahl and I'll make it worth your while." She tried to blink all seductive and shit but her idea of making it worth my while isn't the big lure she thinks it is. Don't get me wrong she tries her best but when it comes to sucking dick she sucks all right but not in a good way. It's all I can do to keep it up. It takes forever for me to bloot.

So, the promise of a blow was no incentive. First, she already blows me whenever I want, and second her blows suck. But she was right about me needing extra credit. Ms. Ledford, the drama teacher, needed a bunch of boys to play sailors to sing a song about how there's nothing like a dame and how this chick named Mary is the girl they love. There's no way I'd be cast as a lead with lines to memorize. And if I was singing about dames and loving some chick named Mary, then at least it's not one of those faggy musicals.

So that's how I ended up being cast as Sailor #5 in South Pacific.

We all ragged on Danny Cordle. He plays Lt. Cable. Danny sings a song that has a line that goes, "Gayer than laughter, am I." Ain't that a stunner? Fawn was cast as the lead, so she's happy and with all the rehearsing and line memorizing she's got to do I'm happy. She doesn't have as much time to give me shitty blowjobs as she used to. Or to nag me for not fucking her.

She took the same purity pledge I did at church camp but I guess my promise to Jesus means more to me than it does to her. I'm all about loopholes and blowjobs ain't fucking so they don't count, but we promised Jesus to stay pure before marriage and that's all there is to it. If she wants to go to hell that's here business, but eternity is a long time and I'm not going to spend it with the Devil poking my balls with a pitchfork of fire just because Fawn didn't mean when she told Jesus she'd wait until marriage before getting laid.

I hate to admit it, but the play is pretty good and the songs are also cool. We get our costumes next week but Ms. Ledford wants us to start getting the feel for them now so she has us improvising with our regular clothes. Like our sailor songs are sung in jeans but half of us don't have shirts on. I wasn't expecting being half naked on stage with a bunch of other half naked dudes. I mean the play is South Pacific not Magic Mike.

And Danny's gayer than laughter song? The line doesn't even make sense. He sings it to some Island Girl after he has sex with her because she makes him feel all lovey dovey and shit. If he sang it to another dude, okay yeah, he'd feel gayer than laughter, but a chick? To make it clear that that they just had sex, Danny has his shirt off at the beginning of the scene. Not just no shirt, but Ms. Ledford has him putting on his belt so you know he's putting his clothes on and not taking them off, so the audience knows they already did the deed. He picks up his shirt like he's going to put it on but he starts singing how this island chick, who doesn't speak any English, makes him feel younger than springtime and gayer than laughter.

I'll tell you, It bones me out every time. I mean watching Danny standing there with no shirt singing all lovey dovey to Shelly Chen, like they just fucked, completely bones me out. If Fawn knew I got hard watching that, she'd kill Shelly. I mean, It takes every bit of my concentration to get hard when Fawn is bobbing my knob, but just watching Danny singing to Shelley, it takes all my concentration NOT to pop wood.

The song ends with him kissing Shelly Chen. That scene is hot as fuck. Everyone is jealous of her. I mean him. Kent Whitman plays the Frenchman who's in love with Fawn's character and Fawn is, no lie, also hot, but even he is jealous of Danny, I think. I mean he's watching them as hard as I am.

Since Danny plays a Navy Lieutenant Ms. Ledford made him get a military buzzcut. We rag on him for that as well as the gayer than laughing song. Kent's character is a civilian Frenchman so his hair is normal. I didn't know French dudes in world war two had hair nearly down to their shoulders. I keep waiting for Ms. Ledford to tell him to get a haircut. If she does, I bet he quits the play. He's one of the ones who only tried out for the extra credit. Danny always tries out for the plays but don't get the wrong idea. He's also on the baseball team and he's an Auburn supporter, so even though he has lousy taste in football teams he's normal. Roll Tide!

On Fridays after rehearsals most of us went to Floyd's restaurant. They had a separate dining room they didn't mind putting us in. Before the play, Fawn and I went out on Friday nights. I preferred hanging out with the people from the play-no shitty blowjobs and I could still skeet when I got home and jacked off, which to be honest was a hundred times more satisfying than Fawn chewing on my dick. And since Fawn was at Floyd's too, I could get away with calling it a date and she didn't bitch that I was ignoring her.

Well, she didn't bitch a lot.

Fawn and I sat next to each other but we weren't really together, if that makes sense. I mean after a couple of minutes, I was really talking to Danny and Kent and JJ and Shelly and even Jimmy Franklin, who's on the Sissy Waiting List. I made sure to include Fawn enough that she didn't pout. Let me tell you, when that girl starts pouting it's guaranteed that I will spend two hours fighting with her later and I'll spend fifty dollars on an apology gift even more later and I got better things to do with fifty bucks. Sometimes I don't know why I'm dating her.

Kent said he was going outside to smoke but said he hates to smoke alone and asked who wanted to join him. I told him he's stunning me out, cuz he sounded just like chicks when they go to the john. Girls can never pee alone. He said, "I'm not asking you piss with me, Dahl. Just asking you to get high with me."

Shit, I thought he was talking about cigarettes, not weed. Now I felt stupid. To cover it up I told him I'd go with him. Then Fawn said, "No you won't." Trying to crack the pussy whip in front everyone.

I said, "My mom's in excellent health, but I'll consider your application if the job ever becomes vacant." I got up to the sounds of "ooh!" and "burn!" and "damn!" and followed Kent out the front door. I knew that remark was going to cost me later but shit. Who does she think she is? Sometimes she stuns me out no end.

In theory I knew how to smoke weed. Just like in theory I know how to play golf or go skydiving. In practice, though.... I tried to hold the smoke in my lungs but I coughed it out right away. I took another drag and did a little better but Kent said, "Dude, you're slobbering on my blunt." Which boned me out. Did he just say I was slobbering on his dick? Is that what that means? Because I was most definitely not slobbering his blunt. I was nowhere near his blunt. He took the joint from me and pointed to the spit covered end and then I understood.

"Sorry," I said.

"First time?"

I could deny it, but it would be like Jimmy bragging about his phony girlfriend in Mobile. I nodded.

"S'cool," he said. "But go slow. This is strong stuff."

I nodded again. He passed the, blunt I guess, to me and I took another drag. I did better this time and a few seconds later I grinned like a goober. Then I giggled.

"Who drove? You or Fawn?

I rearranged my boner. "Does weed make you horny?" I was worried about going back into Floyd's boned out, but it would be cool not having to work so hard on being hard when I was with Fawn.

"Sometimes. Looks like it turns off your brain to mouth filter, too. That might not be a good thing."

I put my hand over my mouth and giggled again. He took the blunt from me and said, "Jesus, after two hits? You're cut off. Take some deep breaths. Get some oh two to your brain." I did what he said.

"You kiss my girlfriend," I told him.

"Woah. It's just acting. It doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah. Just acting. Doesn't mean anything." I sighed, thinking of the last time I kissed her after she spent half an hour gnawing on MY blunt. Jesus, she sucked at sucking.

The restaurant door opened and Fawn came out. "Dahl? The checks have come. Come back inside now." I could see how pissed she was.

Yeah, weed makes me horny. Not that Fawn and I did anything. She was too mad. After I got home I was afraid if mom saw me she'd know I was stoned so I went straight to my room. I was still buzzing and didn't think I was tired but I went to bed anyway and was surprised when I went to sleep almost right away.

The dream started almost as soon as I fell asleep. It was so real. More vivid than any dream I'd ever had before, even more real than my first wet dream. And here's the stunner. Fawn wasn't in it at all. It was Danny. We were in the hut that him and Shelly were in for his scene in the play but it wasn't the cheesy set, it was a real straw hut on the beach. Shelly wasn't there. It was just him and me. He wasn't singing to me because he wasn't putting his clothes on, he was taking them off. I was on the straw mat on the floor.

Watching him taking off his lieutenant uniform was boning me out. He took off the khaki shirt and had on a white t-shirt underneath it. He took off his shiny black shoes but kept he socks on. Then he undid the belt and took off his khaki pants and stood there in his white t-shirt and white boxer shorts and black socks and even though a few seconds ago I had been totally dressed now all of a sudden I was naked and I was boned out big time, which made no sense because Danny was there, not Shelly.

But no lie I was mega hard. I mean I remember seeing and hearing things from dreams but I FELT hard. In the dream I wanted to grab my junk but for some reason I couldn't or at least I didn't which stunned me out majorly because sweet Jesus I was hard. And then Danny took off his t-shirt and he looked like he did when he sang to Shelly except he was wearing just those white boxers instead of his pants. Ms. Ledford did a good job casting him in the part because no lie, Danny is FIT. I don't know if all baseball players look like him or if he works out but his abs are tight as fuck. None of this captain steroid bullshit that intimidate you. Just the kind that make you wish you looked like him. And his pecs were amazing. He's got these rust-colored nips that you just want to chew on. But again, not like a gym rat. He's just so, I don't know, so fit. And it's boning me out like I can't believe.

And then he takes off his boxers and he's as hard as I am. And then Fawn is standing in the corner. Danny says to me, "Show her how it's done, Dahl. Tell her how to suck cock." And I get on my knees on the mat and go over to him and his cock is in front of me and I grab it and suck it into my mouth which is proof that I'm still stoned as fuck, cuz why else am I dreaming what I'm dreaming? And Danny is giving commentary to Fawn. "Dahl knows how to suck cock. He doesn't use his teeth. He jacks my dick while he sucks me. Oh yeah, see how he plays with my balls while sucks my dick? Finger my ass, Dahl. Show her how you finger my ass."

And I'm doing everything he says while Fawn just watches, pouting. But what I really want to do is grab my cock which is so hard it hurts. I mean it, it hurts. It hurts in my dream and it hurts in real life. It hurst so bad it wakes me up. And when I wake up I'm mad! Ain't that a stunner? I'm pissed cuz I woke up before Danny got to bloot in my mouth. But I didn't have to time to think about that cuz my cock hurts so bad I got take care of it.

I take it out and honest to God I feel like the head is going to split open, I've never been this hard. I grab my shaft and four strokes later I'm creaming all over hells half acre. And I yelled. I've grunted before and I even groaned once when I dragged out getting my nut for an hour but I never yelled. I didn't yell any words and thank God I didn't yell out Danny's name, I just yelled.

So weed makes me horny which is cool but it gives me fag dreams which is uncool but jumping Jesus, it made me bloot so hard I thought I was having a stroke.

After that I make it a point not to watch Danny and Shelly rehearsing that scene. Fawn and I fight more about how much time the play practices are taking away from our alone time. "You're so busy kissing Kent you never go down on my anymore." She seemed happy that I was mad about that. When Kent and Danny were practicing a scene together me and Fawn snuck off backstage and she tried to give me a blow. That dream had it wrong about me boning out for Danny but it had it right that she needs lesson on sucking dick.

After five minutes she said, "This is a waste of time. You can't even get it up."

I got mad. "I could get it up if you'd stop chewing my dick like it's a fucking hotdog. How many times I gotta tell you to watch your teeth?"

"Why don't you get Jimmy Franklin to do it? I bet he's an expert."

I didn't mean to do it. I really didn't it. And I felt bad as soon as I did. But I slapped her. Or tried to. I missed her face and slapped her shoulder, but still. I've never done anything like that before. "I ain't no faggot, bitch!"

She said, "Well you sure hit like one."

I put away my flaccid dick and went back out front to watch Kent and Danny finish their scene. Ms. Ledford wanted Kent to do his scene with Fawn next, where he sings Some Enchanted Evening. He was stoned out of his mind and Ms. Ledford had no clue. Even stoned he had an amazing voice. I never knew that about him. There's no reason why I would. We never hung out or anything but it was crazy cuz his speaking voice was normal but when he sang it was this deep baritone or whatever, which stunned me out. I don't know how he did it.

At the end of the song, he and Fawn were supposed to kiss. Fawn gave me a look before they kissed and I could see it was more than acting for her and then Kent pushed her away. I mean he practically threw her across the stage he was that wigged out. He yelled, "What are you doing!" And she just smirked at him.

Then Ms. Ledford was yelling at both of them. "What's the problem?"

Kent said, "Ask her! I'm doing that stage kissing thing you taught us and she starts giving me tongue!" Fawn looked at me with a fuck you look and then Kent looked at me and said, "Bro, it was her, not me."

I said, "No problem man. She's a whore, so she's doing what whores do. Don't worry about it, but you might wanna get tested." And then Fawn went ballistic and Ms. Ledford ended rehearsal early but she told me and Fawn to work out our shit-she actually said "shit" -before tomorrow or we'd both be out of the show.

I acted like I didn't care cuz I'm only sailor #5 but Fawn went crazy. "I'm the Lead! You can kick out Dahl but not me!"

Ms. Ledford said, "Dahl isn't the one who shoved his tongue down Kent's throat," which boned me out, hearing her talking about me sticking my tongue down Kent's throat like that. I mean what the fuck, right? Then she said, "I take sexual assault very seriously Miss McKenzie. Get your act together or your understudy is going to play Nellie Forbush."

The kissing scenes with Kent and Fawn were awkward after that. I mean Kent was really stunned out by what she did to him. Me and Fawn broke up. There wasn't a big fight or anything we just weren't boyfriend and girlfriend any anymore. But play rehearsals were awkward for me, too, even though I was only Sailor #5. Every time I within ten feet of Fawn I was uncomfortable. I thought about dropping out of the show, but here's the thing: I liked being in it. I liked singing the songs with the other sailors. I liked watching Danny sing to Shelly. Their post fucking scene still boned me out.

But I didn't go to Floyd's with everyone on Friday nights anymore. Fawn was there and that was just TOO awkward. People always asked me to go. Some of them tried really hard to get me to come with them. Danny practically begged me once. Ain't that a stunner? But I didn't need the drama which is funny since it was the drama group that was going.

We had three performances of the play, Thursday, Friday and Saturday, and it was a hit. My mom came to see it twice, once by herself and once with my grandparents. Dad lives in South Carolina with his new wife and he called to say he heard it was great and he was sorry he couldn't make it but I'm used to that. I told him not to worry about it. I stopped expecting him to come to school shit when I was in third grade.

After the last performance on Saturday there was a cast party at Shelly's house. Ms. Ledford told us she wanted to have it at her house but she knew we would have more fun if we had the kind of refreshments she couldn't offer or condone. She's a trip, that Ms. Ledford. She's all right. She came to the party and all we drank while she was there was soda and punch but she left after an hour and then the beers came out. Danny doctored up the punch with I don't know what all. By the time he was done pouring all those bottles in, it tasted like turpentine but I didn't care, I kept refilling my red solo cup.

I was happy cuz the play killed but I was sad cuz it was over. I was gonna miss everyone. Almost everyone. Fawn could suck balls. Too bad she couldn't suck dick. Ha ha. I was talking to a couple of other sailors and looked up and saw her looking at me. She looked mad but I don't know why. She got a freaking standing ovation. Everyone loved her. She should be over me by now.

She went over to Kent and tried to put her arm around his waist but he made it clear he wasn't interested. I guess he was still pissed about that tongue-al assault onstage. She said something to him and they both looked at me. Then she whispered something to him and he said something to her and walked away. She looked pissed again. Like yet another pass had been turned down. Too bad, bitch. I smiled at her and raised my red solo cup to her in a toast. She flipped me the bird. I was drunk enough that I thought that was funny so I laughed.

I saw Danny by the punch bowl so I went over to him. I should have stopped drinking the turpentine punch after the second cup. Two hits of Super Weed obliterated my brain to mouth filter according to Kent that night. I'm pretty sure four cups of Turpentine Punch are as potent as two hits of Super Weed. I mean I'm sure of that now. I didn't know that then or I never would have gone over to talk to Danny.

"Dude!" I shouted at him over the music. "You were fucking awesome!"

He smiled. "Thanks, man."

I put my hand on his arm. "I mean it. When you died, even though it was offstage, it tore me up. And when you sang how you've got to be taught to hate, man that stunned me out every time."

"Thanks," he said again. "You were good, too." He reclaimed his arm and picked up an empty solo cup and filled it.

"And no homo, man, but you completely boned me out with the scene with Shelly."

He laughed. "You're crazy, Dahl. But thanks."

"I was like, Whoa he loves her so much. It was beautiful, Danny. And then you died. Why did you have to die, man? Poor Shelly."

"Dahl, I'm not dead, dude. I'm right here."

"It tore me up, man."

He laughed again. "How much punch have you had?"

"I don't know. Enough that it's boning me out." I wanted to keep talking to him, keep telling him what an awesome job he'd done, but I could tell that I was stunning him out. It was time to go. "Anyway. Good job. Catch you later." I grabbed another cup of punch and carried them both out to Shelly's backyard. There were no lights and no moon. Everyone else was inside. Did I really tell Danny that his scene with Shelly boned me out? And that I was boned out while I was talking to him? What the fuck was I thinking? I need to stay away from mind altering substances. I drained the cup in my right hand and started on the one in my left. Starting tomorrow, no more mind altering substances.

Then I noticed I wasn't the only one out here. I just didn't notice at first because it was so dark. There were two other people next to a big oak tree by a swing set. They'd blended into the shadows. One of them had his pants down to his ankles. He was moving his hips back and forth, fucking the face of the other person who was kneeling in front of him. They either didn't know I was there or didn't care.

I should have gone back inside. I'm not a peeping tom. But I was hard. And drunk. I'd already shown my judgment was skewed by my remarks to Danny. Instead of going back inside I took a few steps closer to the pair by the tree, trying not to make any noise. It's hard to be sneaky when you're drunk.

I was still twenty or thirty feet away. Too far too see who they were, but close enough to see that the one doing the sucking was another guy. So, there were fags in the play. I was pretty sure the two guys under the oak tree hadn't tried out for the play just to get extra credit. I'd bet anything one of them was Jimmy Franklin. He was probably the one doing the sucking. I guess he wasn't on the waiting list anymore. I wondered how good he was at sucking cock. If I couldn't see them they it was a good bet that they couldn't see me either.

I finished the other drink and threw the cup onto the grass. I needed both hands free. Seeing those two fags was boning me out even more than I'd been when I was talking to Danny. Not cuz I was a fag, but shit. Seeing someone get blown is like watching porn, right? I mean if I was watching some chick suck the guy off and that boned me out, it wouldn't be a big deal, right? So why should it stun you out that I took out my cock and jacked off watching those two homos going at it? And okay, I wasn't close enough to see who it was or see the guy's dick in any detail but I could fill in the blanks enough that the head of my cock felt like it did with that dream I had the other night. So hard and so sexed up I thought it would split open if I didn't skeet.

And just like before it took less than a minute before I was blooting all over the Chen's back yard. I had to bite my bottom lip not to yell like I did in bed the other night. It took me an hour to bloot when Fawn sucked me but watching those fags go at it, it took sixty seconds. I decided it was the weed and the booze. I need to be high to bloot. I'm either going to have to be a priest or an alcoholic.

I put my dick away and went back inside. Danny gave me a funny look from across the room. Fawn gave me a bitchy look from the other end of the room. Even Kent gave me a strange look. Yeah, for me the party was over. It kinda tore me up. For the last month I saw these people every night. Except for a couple of them that I had classes with I wasn't going to see any of them any more except maybe in the hall between classes. I hated to admit it but I had fun doing the stupid play and I'd made some friends. Not with everyone, but a with a few people.

Aw fuck it. It was just a play. Like goes on, right?

And that's just what my life did. It went on. It would have gone on with less drama if Roald didn't have a class with Fawn. I mean seriously, he was a damn senior and she was a sophomore like me. There should be a rule against them having any classes together but they were both in band. Yay. So, every day he's all, "Why did you and Fawn break up?" and "Fawn's hot, do you care if I tap that?" "Fawn wants to know if you're going out with anyone?" and shit like that. Jesus, dude, do whatever you want with her just shut up about it.

I kept an eye on the bulletin board outside Ms. Ledford's class to see if she posted anything about tryouts for another play. I figured I'd audition again. That Kent, he can really sing. And Danny, his voice isn't all that, but he can really take his shirt off. And me, I can really use the extra credit in English class.

Not to mention I could use some place to go every night.

A month after the play was over we were watching a Seinfeld rerun when the doorbell rang. It was almost nine-thirty. It was Saturday, but that's still pretty late for someone to come over. Mom raised her eyebrows at me and Roald. We both gave her "beats me" looks. I got up from the couch and went to answer the door.

It was Kent. It was a chilly night and he was wearing a black leather jacket like he was some kind of biker from the 50s or something. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said. I was confused. We weren't really friends. We never hung out before the play and I haven't seen him since the end of the play. To be honest him being here was stunning me out. "Uh. What's up?"

"I thought you might wanna hang out."

"Why?" I wasn't trying to be a dick or anything. I got nothing against him. I liked him okay but like I said, weren't really friends.

He lowered his voice. "I don't like smoking alone and thought you might want to blaze up with me." He shrugged and looked embarrassed. "None of my other smoking buds are around."

"So, it's me or nothing? I feel like the fat girl at the dance that you're forced to pair up with."

"Naw man, it's not like that. So, you wanna hang?"

Like I said, I liked Kent well enough and I missed the play rehearsals and I only ever smoked weed that one time and I wouldn't mind getting high again. "Sure. Let me get my jacket. I told Mom I was going out, which she never would have let me do that late on a school night. Kent was already in his pickup truck when I went back outside. I climbed into the cab next to him and we drove off.

I thought we'd go somewhere and park before lighting up but we were still going down the road when he told me to open the glove compartment. There was a Ziploc bag with six or seven joints in it, as well as a disposable lighter. "Fire it up," he said. He took his eyes off the road to give me a grin. "Just don't slobber on the end before you pass it to me. If I want to trade spit with someone there are better ways." He's always stunning me out, this guy.

I swallowed six or seven times before I put the joint between my lips, making sure there wasn't a drop of spit in my mouth. My hands were still shaking when I lit it. I was trying so hard to look cool and like I knew what I was doing that I looked the exact opposite.

Kent said, "I'd tell you to relax but that won't be a problem in a couple minutes." Just like the last time, my first hit didn't go well. I coughed it out almost as soon as it hit my lungs. He laughed and reached for the blunt. I gave it to him while I was still coughing. He made it look easy. He took a long drag, making the end of the joint glow red. He held his breath and passed it back to me.

Before I took another hit I said, "Is this the same stuff as before?" It had been nearly six weeks since I'd smoked with him. I don't know if he remembered what we'd smoked then or not, but he nodded his head, unable to speak while he was holding the smoke in his lungs. I remembered how hard and how fast it had hit me. I didn't know if it was because the stuff was really that strong or if it was because it was my first time but I got nervous. "Uh, should you be driving while you're smoking? Should we pull over?"

He exhaled, blowing the smoke out in a long whoosh. "What did you tell Fawn? When there's a job opening for 'Kent's Mother' I'll send you an application."

"Sorry," I said. But I was still worried. Then I realized what would cure that. I took a hit of the weed. I did a better job holding it in this time. After a few more times trading it back and forth, the joint was gone and so were all my concerns. Kent left the main road and we drove down different back roads in silence, but it was a comfortable silence.

Then he said, "Hey, Dahl."

"Hey, Kent," I answered. Then I said. "There's a brand of cigarettes called Kent. Did you know that?"

"No. Did you know me and Fawn are in the same Trig class?"

"No. You didn't know there were Kent cigarettes and I didn't know you and Fawn were in the same Trig class. I wonder what other things we don't know."

"You do know that she also has band with your brother."

"Yeah?" I did know that. I don't know why I made it a question. He was starting to stun me out.

"Did you know that she told me that Roald told her, that he checked your browsing history?"

"What? Say that again." He did, slower. It still didn't make sense. Roald couldn't check my browser history. He doesn't know my password. I said, "No, I did not know that."

He turned down another side road. "She says that Roald says that you go to lots of gay sites. Gay porn sites." He stopped the truck and turned off the engine. We were on a road I didn't know. There was a rusty bathtub on the curb. A driveway led to a house way up a hill. A barbed wire fence ran along the other side of the road.

"That's bullshit! Either Roald lied to her, or she lied to you." I looked out the truck's windows in a panic. "Is that why you wanted to hang out? Is that why we're in the middle of nowhere? Am I going to be jumped? Where are the others? Are y'all gonna leave me on a pile of burning tires?" I didn't wait for an answer. I had to get out before the rest of the gay bashers showed up. I opened the passenger door, jumped out, and started running without knowing where I was going.

"Dahl, wait!" Kent shouted. Wait? Wait for what? To get my throat slit? I heard the engine start up. Shit. I looked behind me and he was coming after me.

I left the road and climbed over the barbed wire fence. It cut my hands and tore my jeans but I didn't care. I ran into the trees on the other side of the fence. I knew better than to keep running into the woods. I'd get lost and might never find my way out. I hid behind one of the trees and watched the road. Kent stopped the truck where I'd hopped the fence. He left the engine running but put it in park and climbed out of the truck.

He walked over to the fence and peered into the woods. I made sure the tree was between me and him. I leaned against it which meant I couldn't see him but I could hear. I didn't think he'd leave the truck running in the middle of the road to climb over the fence. "Dahl!" he shouted. "Goddammit, Dahl no one's gonna jump you! I didn't tell anybody what Fawn said! I just thought you oughta know!" Then he spoke in his regular voice instead of shouting: "And I was gonna tell you other stuff if it was true."

After a few seconds he shouted again. "You can't stay out there all night. At least let me take you back home!" Maybe I couldn't stay out here all night but I could stay out here as long as he was waiting for me. All I could think of was Billy Jack Gaither. He waited another minute before shouting again, this time angry, "God, are you this stupid when you're not high?" I heard the door of his truck slam shut, then the squeal of tires as he sped off.

I waited fifteen minutes to make sure he wasn't coming back, then hopped the fence again. I called Roald. "What's up, Party Boy?"

"Did you tell Fawn I go to gay porn sites?"

"Hell no."

"Then why is she telling everyone that you did?"

"Because you dumped her and that's the kind of thing that dumped bitches do, you retard."

Fuck. No one knows better than me what a bitch Fawn can be. If I had just said that to Kent, I'd still be driving around with him slobbering on a second blunt. Fuck!

I cut the connection with Roald without saying goodbye. Then I pulled up the Uber app. Thank God for GPS. I didn't know where I was but the phone did. I wasn't ready to go home. I punched in another destination.

It was after eleven when the Uber driver dropped me off. I was afraid she'd be out on a date but the light in her bedroom was on. If I hadn't been stoned I probably would have been too timid to do what I did. I walked up to her bedroom window and started rapping on the glass, steady like. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap until she drew aside the curtains. She saw it was me and a minute later joined me outside. She didn't say anything, just walked to their backyard. I followed her. She went to the patio furniture and sat on the big outdoor couch.

"Well?" she said in her pissy way.

"No," I said. "It's not well at all. Where the fuck do you get off telling Kent Roald told you I'm going to fag web sites."

"For all I know, you are. You always acted like a fag with me. I gave you plenty of chances to fuck me and you turned them all down." I started to say something. "And don't bring up that stupid purity pledge. I saw you looking at Danny Cordle every time he took his shirt off. Would you let a purity pledge stop you from fucking him?"

"I told you before not to call me a fag." I raised my fist. "If you say it again, the next time you say anything at all, it will be to St. Peter."

"Hitting me won't mean you're not a fag. There's only one thing you can do to prove you like girls. So, if you can't do that you may as well go home."

I reached for my belt.

So yeah. I proved to Fawn that I'm not a fag.

But if it hadn't been for the weed I never could've done it. Looking at her lying naked on the outdoor couch my dick was like a piece of cooked spaghetti. What boned me out was remembering Kent saying there were better ways of swapping spit than sucking on my slobbered up blunt. That, and what Fawn had said, thinking of Danny's chest, this time without Shelly in the memory to distract me. Then I thought of the boy in Shelly's backyard sucking that other boy's cock. In my memory I put faces on them. In reality neither of them could have been Danny. I'd just left him at the punchbowl. But what if it had been Kent that Jimmy was sucking? Or fuck what if Kent was sucking Jimmy? What if Kent was sucking me? That's what boned me out. I was still thinking of Kent's cock when I fucked that cunt, Fawn. It was remembering the marijuana dream I had that let me bloot in her. And I yelled just as loud when I skeeted in her snatch as I did when I did it in my room after the dream.

So, yeah the bitch believes I'm straight.

And fucking a girl is what her told me the truth: I'm as straight as a ballpark pretzel. Ain't that a stunner? I may as well take myself to the tire fire.

Fawn had put her hand on my mouth while I was yelling when I skeeted in her. I don't know if she had her own cum or not and I don't care. When I climbed off her she said, "Are we back together?"

"Fuck no. And if you get pregnant you better get rid of it. No way in hell am I marrying you. You ain't nothing but a whore. You're not the only one who can tell people shit. As far as I'm concerned you spread your legs for anyone who asks, and that's what I'll tell people if you cross me." I got dressed but I didn't sing her any songs. I summoned another Uber to take me home.

I didn't want to go to church the next day, but not going to church was never a choice at our house. I fully expected to burst into flames the second I walked into the building now that I was a fag. Maybe I didn't because I had only fagged in my mind and not with my body. God won't strike me dead until I did that.

But that didn't make sense, otherwise, every homo in the country would have burst into flames long ago, including the two dudes in Shelly's back yard. I mean didn't God destroy the whole city of Sodom for that shit? Why is he allowing all these homos to walk around today? Is his aim that bad? I raised my hand in Sunday School. Pastor Clarke teaches the teenagers. He was the one who asked us all to sign the purity pledge at church camp. I'd interrupted his lesson by raising my hand. He was annoyed but he smiled anyway.

"Yes, Dahl? You have a question?"

"Yes, sir. Us sinners. If we don't tell Jesus we love him and accept him and all that, we get thrown in the lake of fire?"

He nodded gravely. "That's right, son."

"By who?"

"By who, what?"

"Who throws us in the lake of fire?"

"The Lord."

"That doesn't stun you out? I mean He's saying, 'Watch out! You sinned! If you don't ask me to save you, I'll throw you in the lake of fire!' What happened to Jesus loves me? I mean, dude, how about you just don't throw me in the lake of fire because you love me! Why all the conditions and stuff?"

"It's because he loves you that he wants you to accept him."

"That's what stuns me out! I mean my mom loves me and I disappoint her on a daily basis and she hasn't even thrown me out of the house, never mind a lake of fire, and it's not because I've accepted her or nothing. It's because she loves me even though I'm a screw up. Jesus isn't any better than my mom?"

He was getting mad at me. "Of course, Jesus is better than your mom."

"Then why is he throwing me in the lake of fire? Screw that noise." I meant it. I didn't ask to be a fag. I didn't want to be a fag. I'm pretty sure Billy Jack Gaither didn't ask for it. He didn't deserve to have his throat slit and be thrown on burning tires never mind a burning lake. Me and all the other homos didn't deserve any lake of fire for something we didn't ask for. Screw it. I raised my hand again.

Pastor Clarke sighed really loudly. "Yes, Dahl? Another questions?"

"Yeah. When you do the altar call every Sunday and we sing Just as I Am is that the truth? Are we really saved from the lake of fire just as we are?"

"Yes we are," he said smiling his pastor smile.

"What if a homo goes up during the altar call. Is he saved just as he is? Homo and all?"

"If he's truly saved, he'll give up being a homosexual."

This guy stuns me out. I raised my hand again but didn't wait for him to call on me. I said, "How do I turn in my baptism or take it back or whatever, cuz Jesus is bogus as shit. He is NOT any better than my mom. My mom is a hundred times better than him. Lake of fire my ass."

Which is how I got kicked out of Sunday School, not that I cared all that much.

I was worried about school on Monday. I didn't know who else Fawn had told her bullshit to. Roald said if anyone asked him if he told Fawn that stuff he'd set them straight, so that was good. And I had a response ready: I dumped her, what do you expect? But I had wigged out on Kent and I had to address that. I could blame it on the weed but I didn't want to blame it on the weed. If I did, he'd never share his weed with me again, and no lie I liked smoking weed. And yeah, I know I could probably score weed from someplace else. Let me rephrase that. I liked smoked smoking weed with Kent. I just didn't like that I liked it. Smoking it with him more than just smoking it, I mean.

I made it through the first two periods but I don't know how. I know I went because I didn't get in trouble for skipping them, but no lie I have no memory of attending them. Ain't that a stunner? Am I having blackouts? I thought that didn't happen until after years of drug abuse, not after smoking two joints. And I didn't smoke them by myself, I shared them.

On the way to third period, I saw Kent at his locker. I went to him.

"Hey," I said.

He looked at me in surprise. "Hell, you're alive. I thought bears would have eaten you"

"You wanna hang out?" I asked.

He was already looking at me in surprise so I don't know what he was looking at me in now. Flabbergasted? I've heard of people being flabbergasted but I don't really know what that means. He got his gasted unflabbered and said, "You mean after school? You sure you won't jump out of my truck and go running off in the woods?"

"I mean right now. I really need to get high."

He looked at me. "What happened. You okay?"

"No. But I'm not talking about it here. We hanging out or not? Cuz I can't stay here. I'm all tore up."

"Sure. Let's go."

I've never skipped school before but I think Kent has. I was being all furtive and shit, peeking around corners, ready to dive into a trash can if we saw a teacher but he just walked down the hall and out the door like it was the end of the day. I followed him, waiting for someone to stop us but no one did.

When we were in his truck and pulling out of the parking lot he said, "Why aren't you okay?"

I was digging through his glove compartment without asking and pulled out his Ziploc bag. I said, "I got fired from church. Mom and Roald can still go but I can't. I mean I wouldn't, but if I tried I couldn't and Mom is wigged out about it."

"How do you get fired from church?"

"I don't remember everything that happened. I think I said Jesus could fuck off or something."

"Harsh," he said. I don't know if he was talking about what I said or me being kicked out because of it.

I lit the joint after swallowing all my spit. "And I fucked Fawn last night."

He took his eyes off the road to look at me. "I thought y'all broke up."

"We did. But I had to prove to her I'm not gay."

"Oh." He followed the same route we'd taken last night. I passed the joint to him and he took a deep drag. "And did you?"

"Yeah, I proved it. Let me rephrase that. I proved it to her." He gave me another look like I'd just stunned him out. We drove in silence, passing the blunt back and forth. I was turning into a pot head but I didn't care. I already felt more relaxed than I had all morning. I said, "Why do you smoke, Kent?"

"Cuz I live in Alabama," he said.

"Lots of people live in Alabama. They don't smoke."

"They aren't me. It's easier to be me in Alabama if I'm high. Why do you smoke?"

I laughed. "Cuz you asked me if I wanted to."

He laughed too. "Not today. You asked me."

I said, "Being high bones me out. I like that." I say shit when I'm stoned that I'd never otherwise say.

Kent just nodded, like he understood. He said, "Danny said you told him he boned you out when he sang to Shelly"

"You know what doesn't bone me out? Fawn McKenzie sucking on my cock."

He reach for his lap and adjust himself. I guess weed really does bone people out. He said, "But you fucked her last night."

"I was high. And she wasn't sucking me. My cock was there but my mind wasn't." I took the joint from him and took a hit. I was getting good at holding in the smoke. When I blew it out I took another hit before passing it back to him.

Before he took the last drag on the joint he said, "Is that the other reason you aren't okay? Cuz Fawn doesn't make you hard? So what? Didn't you say you got hard for Shelly when Danny sang to her?"

"Let me rephrase that. Shelly had nothing to do with it. That's why I'm not okay. I told you my mind wasn't with me when I fucked Fawn. That's the only reason I was able to do it. Roald never said what she said he said. But it turns out she was right." I couldn't face him and looked out the window. "I am a fag, Kent. Thanks for the joint. Do me a favor and stop the truck before you push me out."

"I don't like that word," Kent said. He put his hand on my thigh. "I wish you'd say gay, instead."

I stopped looking out the window to stare at his hand on my thigh. Then I stared at him but he was looking at the road. "You're really stunning me out right now," I said.

He took his hand back. "Sorry. I tried to tell you last night. But. You thought I was going to kill you and ran off."

I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say a lot. Let me rephrase that. I wanted to ask a lot. I didn't know where to start. "You don't worry about people trying to kill you?"

He pointed to the glove box and I took out another joint and fired it up. I just took a little hit before passing it to him. He took a bigger one before answering me. "I'm not dumb enough to do gay shit in Sylacauga. There are clubs in Birmingham. I can't go in them. I'm underage. But I hang out around them and hook up with older dudes sometimes."

"What, with grandpas?"

"Naw. Guys in their twenties and thirties. Good looking guys. But I want to hook up with guys my age, you know?" He shot me a look. I mean he wasn't just looking at me, he Shot. Me. A. Look. It woulda boned me out even if I wasn't stoned. I had to shift my dick. He noticed and then he really shot me a look.

He said, "But yeah, I get fucked up about it sometimes. When I do, I light up. It unfucks me."

I said, "Where were you taking me last night? Since it wasn't a pile of burning tires?"

"This place I know. Away from houses and people and shit. I wanted to be alone so we could talk. Or hang out. Or whatever."

I liked being stoned but it made me say shit I would never say straight. "My dick hurts."

He didn't ask me why. He just said, "You want me to make it feel better?"

"I don't know," I said. "I'm scared. I'm totally boned out, but I'm scared. And I don't know what to do."

He handed me the joint. "This will help you with your fear. I can show you what to do." He pulled over. I hadn't noticed we'd left the main road and were away from houses and people and shit. We were alone. I didn't think we were gonna talk very much. I wasn't sure we were going to really hang out. But I had a feeling we were going to do a lot of whatever.

He reached behind the seat and pulled out a thick quilt. "Let's go in the bed of the truck." He got out. I took a final drag on the joint and pinched off the cherry at the end. I put the half joint back in the baggie and joined Kent in the bed of the truck. His shirt was already off. He wasn't built like Danny. But it made him more real somehow. Danny was the kind of guy you'd see at Abercrombie and Fitch. But you'd never in a hundred years get the balls to say anything to the guy that works at Abercrombie and Fitch except "does this come in a medium?" But Kent was the kind of hot you could work up to talking to, not just jack off over, in spite of his couple of zits and the fact he really did need a haircut.

He raised his eyebrows at me in a "you too" way and I unbuttoned my shirt. I took it off and he said, "Nice" and the head of my dick stretched even more.

But I also felt more scared than ever. I mean I was at the fag line and about to cross it. Once I did there was no turning back. But whether I crossed it or not I'd still be what I was. On this side of the line, I'm Dahl, the fag who jacks off at night and on the other side of the line I'm Dahl, the fag whose dick Kent made feel better.

Kent sat on the blanket. He still had his jeans on. He patted the space next to him.

"We aren't getting naked?" I asked.

"You just want a quick fuck and go? Like a porno? I was hoping for more than that."

"Like what?"

"We cut school. We got all day. Don't you want to make out some first?"

"Dude! You're a dude!"

"Yeah, but I'm not a whore. If that's what you're looking for I can give you directions to some of those clubs in Birmingham. You can hook up in the parking lot and someone will suck you off or whatever you want."

I sat next to him but not to make out. "Kent. I can't kiss a guy."

He didn't get mad, like I would have done. He said, "Dahl. How many times did you and Fawn make out?"

"Too many."

"Did it make you hard?"

"I told you. I had to pretend I was with someone else to bone out when I was with her. When I fucked her I pretended I was fucking someone else. Or some dude was sucking me."

"That's what you did when she was blowing you and you were fucking her. When you kissed her did you pretend you were kissing someone else?"

I did. Not on purpose. I was kissing Fawn and suddenly Danny popped into my head. I didn't want to tell Kent that and hurt his feelings. I must have given him some kind of sign because he said, "Was it another guy?" I nodded. "Now you won't have to pretend." He leaned into me. I kinda backed away but he put his hand behind my head and pulled me to him and real soft like put his lips against mine. It was like the butterfly kisses Mom used to give me when she tucked me in. And here's the thing: it didn't stun me out at all but Holy Lake of Fire Throwing Jesus, did it bone me out.

I put my hand around his naked back and kissed him back, not butterfly kisses but a real kiss. My tongue knocked on the door and he opened and let me in. I let my hand move from his back to his chest. Feeling Kent's chest was so different than feeling Fawn's big nasty tits. His chest was hard. Manly. I wanted to feel his chest against mine. I hugged him to me. I made noises with him that I never made with Fawn.

I don't know how long we made out. After a while I pulled away from him. "Kent, my dick hurts bad. It think it's going to tear open."

He reached for my fly. Even touching my cock outside my boxers and jeans, it was so sensitive I flinched and said, "Ow!" I hoped that wouldn't scare him away though.

"Sorry," he whispered. He was very careful when he lowered my zipper. I reached for his at the same time. I mirrored everything he did to me. Overhead, birds tweeted their approval, the damn peeping toms. When our cocks were out and mine was quivering, ready to blow he said, "Jesus, you're hard."

"I won't last long," I said.

"If you fall asleep after you blow I'm leaving you here," he said, grinning. He wrapped his hand around my cock and I did the same to him. That's what removed the last shred of doubt that I was a fag- ---when I wrapped my hand around his cock. But before I had a chance to fully appreciate it, he was jacking me. He had a tight grip on my cock, but he was moving his hand so fucking slow. And then he treated me like I was a chick and leaned over and sucked on my tit, flicking his tongue against it and I was done. The last two times I skeeted while thinking of doing faggy things I yelled, but now that I was actually DOING faggy things and skeeting, it was even more intense. You'd think I'd yell even louder and It would be a good thing we were in the middle of nowhere but instead of shouting I barely made a sound. I held my breath while I skeeted, blasting bloot all over. When I finally let my breath out it came out in a long groan. I sounded like I did when I was a little kid playing army and I pretended I got shot. I shot all right. I shot all over Kent's hand and all over my belly.

Kent let go of my cock and rubbed my bloot into my belly. "I want to see all of you," I said and he finished undressing. It didn't seem right, him being naked while my dick was hanging out of my fly so I got naked, too, even though I had just skeeted.

Then I went back to jacking his cock. It was so thick. I noticed something about him. My nuts were always together, you know? I mean they were a pair of nuts. But his balls were two separate balls that happened to live in the same sack. His left ball hung out on one side of his cock and his right ball was on the other side of his cock and when I jacked him they went along for the ride, moving along with my fist, but on either side of his cock instead of just bunched up at the base of it. They were really stunning me out. After a few seconds of gripping his fat cock and watching his balls I said, "I can't help it man, I'm gonna go porno on your dick."

"Sixty-nine," he said.

"But I just blooted."

He pushed me down onto my back and twisted around so that we were mouth to cock. I grabbed his cock and realized I didn't know what to do. "I don't know what to do," I said, because I realized it, but he didn't.

"Just have fun. But no teeth."

Yeah, I knew about the no teeth part. I wasn't sure I could open my mouth wide enough to take him but I was ready to dislocate my jaw trying. I let his arrow shaped dickhead slide into my mouth and had one more piece of evidence, if any was needed, that I was a fag. Let me rephrase that. That I was gay. It felt right. Not just right, it felt natural, Like I was born to do this. It took no effort to avoid my teeth, even as thick as his cock was. I didn't avoid using my tongue though. I slid it all over his cock and even though it was my first time the noises he made told me I was doing a good job.

I wasn't ready for him to suck my cock yet. I was too sensitive after my skeet. I was happy just sucking him. At the same time, I would have also been happy to kiss him again or have him suck my tits again. And then he did something I didn't even know people did.

I was so shocked I stopped sucking him but kept his dick in my mouth. I swear to God, the dude was licking my asshole! I don't mean he was kissing my ass; I mean his tongue was on my ass HOLE. And then it was IN my hole. I only thought I knew what it was like to be boned out before. I tried to ask Kent was he was doing but it's hard to talk with your mouth full of dick. He made it easier for me by pulling it out of my mouth.

I stared at him. "What...?"

He grinned at me from between my legs. "Just something I like to do."

"It's something I like you to do!" He shifted around so he was kneeling between my legs and went back to eating out my ass. I watched him for a second, then laid my head down. I looked up at the trees he'd parked under but then closed my eyes and moaned while Kent took me places I'd never been. I reached for my cock which was leaking honey onto my belly but Kent grabbed my hand.

He stopped tonguing my hole and said, "I want to be the one who makes you cum again. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay. But what about you? You've fagged me out but when do I get to make you bloot?"

"Right now. Can you reach my jeans?" They were behind me but why the fuck was he wanting to get dressed? "Hand me my wallet," he said.

I did and he took a rubber out of it. "You afraid of knocking me up?" I asked.

"It's lubed," he said. "I don't wanna hurt you." He suddenly looked worried. "Is this okay? Can I fuck you?"

"Dude, you just had your tongue up my ass. You can do whatever you want with me. Yeah, Kent, It's okay." I stunned myself out. An hour ago, I never would have said that no matter how stoned I was. And then, like I was some kind of little bitch, I said, "Can we kiss some more first?"

I didn't even care where his tongue was a minute ago. I wanted to feel his lips against mine again. I wanted his tongue against mine. His chest against mine. His cock rubbing against mine. He tore the condom package open and took out the rubber. I took it from him. "Let me."

He nodded. It wasn't the most romantic place in the world, which was okay because I'm the most unromantic person in the world. He sat on the wall of the truck bed and I unrolled the condom onto his hard cock, thicker than mine but the same length. I looked at his brown eyes and imperfect skin. Danny Cordle had a flawless complexion. No zits at all. Kent had three zits, one that was red and angry right on his nose. Danny had that A&F chest. Kent's chest was kind of plain. His belly was flat but didn't have the abs that Danny's had. But if Danny Cordle was sitting there buck ass naked and offered himself to me I'd tell him to go sing to Shelly Chen. I'd rather make out with Kent, who was a million times sexier than Danny could ever hope to be.

I finished rolling the condom onto his beautiful cock and gave it a couple strokes. Then he put his arms around me and joined me on the quilt in the bed of the truck again. We kissed and explored each other with our mouths and hands and were soon humping against each other. Somehow he'd rolled me onto my back. He was something, Kent was. Without ever breaking the kiss he reached for his cock. I didn't know he'd done it until I felt it trying to enter me.

It didn't feel the same against my ass as his tongue had but it still felt good, just in a different way. I had my arms around him when I felt it. I held him tighter, partly from lust and partly from nervousness. He added a reassuring squeeze to his return hug and his cock entered me. I gasped, mostly in surprise. God he was so thick. It stretched me open and I had to put my hands on his hips to stop him for a second while I adjusted. I felt bad cuz he was only half way in and making him stop couldn't have been much fun for him. He'd already made me skeet once. Here was my chance to make him feel good and I put the brakes on it.

We'd stopped kissing. "You okay? We can stop if you want. Smoke another doobie."

"I'm okay," I said. "Just gimme a sec." I always felt I'd been blessed in the dick department but now I was embarrassed. "You're big is all. And I never had anything up there before. I'm good now. Keep going."

He said, "I'm only this big cuz you're so hot. How do you put it? You bone me out." He kissed me again and eased more of his cock into me. I kept my hands on his hips but didn't stop him. Soon I felt his pubes against my ass and knew he was all the way in.

It hurt so good. I don't know if all guys have the ass fucking thing inside them or if it's just fags, I mean gays, but his cock was rubbing something up my ass that had a direct connection to my cock. I felt it when he pushed his cock all the way into me. "Do that again," I said.

"Do what?"

"Rub your cock in me."

"You mean fuck you?"

"Yeah. Fuck me. Like you just did."

He'd been leaving it in me without moving, letting me get used to it but now he started doing the in and out that I'd done to Fawn but no way could she have felt as good as what I was feeling now. I think Kent was feeling pretty good too. "Oh, Dahl." He said. "Yeah, baby." Fawn used to call me baby but it never boned me out the way it did now when Kent said it. And he was rubbing that thing inside me again which was stunning me out.

I felt like a total homo but I couldn't help it. I started saying his name like he was saying mine. I never called another dude 'baby' before or anything like that but just like sucking his cock felt natural, it felt natural talking lovey dovey to him. I'm surprised I didn't start singing to him. It started with just his name over and over, which I know is dumb. "Kent. Oh, Kent." I wanted to say more but what? And then words fell out of my mouth. "Yeah, baby. Oh, sweet Kent. Fuck me, Kent. My Kent."

And he did. His cock kept sliding in and out of me, still rubbing that thing in me that had a direct line to my dick. And still somehow he managed to kiss me every fifth or sixth time he pushed into me. When he wasn't kissing me he reached for my cock which was hard again and stroked me, or he rubbed my balls which were drawn up tight in their sack, or he pinched my tits which until today I never knew were so sensitive. With every stroke of my cock, and rub of my balls and pinch of my tits I moaned his name. "Kent, oh Kent, please don't stop, don't ever stop."

"I won't, baby." He kissed me again. "I'll make love to you forever."

His words added to the pleasure his cock was giving me. "More," I begged him. I grabbed his ass, trying to pull him deeper into me. Every time he rubbed that thing inside me my cock throbbed and when he fucked that gay button at the same time he stroked my cock I whimpered like a little boy getting his first skeet. "Harder? Please? Oh god, fuck me harder"

"I'm trying not to cum," he panted

"Do it!" I wanted him to bloot in me. I suddenly hated that he was wearing a rubber. I wanted his splooge in me. Or on me. But I knew this was only the first of many couplings. There would be other times when I'd taste it, rub it into me. "Do it baby." He became a jackhammer, fucking me harder than I thought possible and rubbing that thing in me so fast that I let go his ass and reached for my cock and started jacking it furiously and I blooted again, this time yelling like I had in my room.

"Yeah!" he grunted watching the sperm shooting out of my dick and I felt his cock twitching inside me. I looked at his face and his eyes were clenched closed and he grimaced like he'd hit his thumb with a hammer and was trying not to cuss. I waited until his face returned to normal, until he finished skeeting and then I pulled him to me and we kissed. My bloot smearing against his belly.

I never kissed Fawn, or any other girl with the urgency that I kissed Kent. He pulled out of me and we stopped kissing while he pulled the rubber off his cock. I wanted to keep it as a souvenir, but that was dumb. Where would I put it? He tossed it over the side of the truck into the bushes.

Kent said, "You seemed to enjoy that. I take it you aren't confused about which team you're on."

"Actually, I'm very confused about something."

He looked surprised. "No way. What are you confused about?"

I ran my fingers along his softening cock. "I hate Fawn, who is a bitch and a half, but I feel like I need to send her flowers or something. If she hadn't talked me into trying out for that play, I never would have figured out that I'm gayer than laughter."

He said, "Or hooked up with me twice."

"Twice? We only hooked up once."

"So far," he said, pulling me to him.

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