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Val 'n Tyne

by Hans Schreiber and Flip McHooter

Chapter 7

Warning! This story is a work of fiction written by a legal age adult. Any similarity between the fictional characters and any live person is purely coincidental. This story contains fictional descriptions of sexual activity between consenting minor youth. If you are under the age of 18, and/or if you are offended by this content, and/or if it is illegal in your jurisdiction to possess or read such material, please leave now and do not read this story as neither the internet host nor the author can be responsible for your actions. Please, always practice safe sex; no momentary thrill is worth your life.

All rights reserved. No part of this story may be transmitted or reproduced in whole or in part in any form or by any means, mechanical or electronic, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Author or Publisher, except where permitted by law. Copyright (c) 2012 by Hans Schreiber and

Flip McHooter.

Special thanks to our editor, Pablo.

"It was running fine earlier, I swear," Noah said, not really lying - yet. Noah and Nick were standing in the dark, looking at one of the last few cars in the Hartsdale High School parking lot. Almost everybody had left the dance by now.

"Well, I can't figure it out. What kind of car is this, anyway? And what color is it? Did you and Tyne get high and start to paint it one day and then stop for munchies?" Nick asked.

"No! Just to be clear, I don't do that kind of stuff and I'm pretty sure Tyne doesn't either. I don't do drugs," he said, striking a Nancy Reagan pose. "I think it's a Nissan, or maybe an Oldsmobile. Hell, I don't know about cars."

"Well I do, and I have no idea what this piece of shit is. It's got different colored body panels and half of them look like their coming off. And there isn't a name plate on it anywhere," Nick said, walking around the car. "And dude, what's with all this duct tape?"

"That's a funny story. This was my granny's car that she had for a long time. She couldn't see so well at the end, and she was always running into things. Curbs, buildings, ATM's, my brother's bicycle, even a couple of those portable basketball hoops kids leave in the street. But luckily not people. A kitty-cat once, I think. Finally my mom had to put her in a home because she was getting kinda out there, you know? She loved it there and they loved her. She was like the queen and she treated the other residents like her subjects – but in a good way. But anyway, when they sold her house and stuff, this car went to my older brother who was almost sixteen then. He was stoked to get a car but he didn't want to be seen in this beat-up old shit heap, so he and his friends started to paint it and fix it up."

"Not to be rude, but it doesn't look fixed up to me. I can count at least five different colors on it," Nick interrupted. "What the hell did it look like before?"

"I said they started to fix it up. They used duct tape instead of masking tape and painted with spray cans. Then they left the duct tape on too long and well … you get the picture. This is as far as they got because once he got his license that was it. He didn't care what it looked like anymore because once he could drive and be on his own, he didn't want to wait to fix it up or spend the money on it. But they did put a killer stereo in it. When he left for college in Boston last year, it got handed down to me. It gets me to work and school and that's all I care about. So would you give a damsel in distress a ride home? I promise I won't rape you."

"Hah! Like you even could. Of course I'll give you a ride, but you have to ride in the trunk," Nick said with a poker face.

"What? Are you serious? You're an ass. Forget it! I'm not riding in no fucking trunk. I'll just walk home. And here I thought you were going to be cool." Noah pressed the lock button down on his open car door and then slammed it shut with a rusty clank. "I don't know how you and Val can be such good friends. He seems cool, but you! You're so, so …"

"Cute? Funny? Smart? Good at …" Nick couldn't finish because he started to laugh.

"You mother fucker!" Noah screamed, and slapped him hard on the arm.

"Ow! Why did you do that? That hurt," Nick said, rubbing his arm.

"Seriously? That hurt? C'mon big boy, man up. You had that coming."

"I guess I did," Nick said, and busted up laughing all over again. "You're kinda cute when you get all pissed off and angry. Jump in and let's blow this place. You can sit up front with me if you insist."

"I must, I must."

"So where do you live?" Nick asked as he started up his Mustang.

"Over on Cloverdale. This car is awesome. How do you afford it?" Noah asked, bouncing around in his soft leather seat and looking at all of the shiny-bright gauges. He mindlessly rubbed his fingers on the dark dashboard.

"My parents bought it for me. Out of guilt, mostly. They're both busy and I don't see them very much. When they're home, my dad is glued to his computer and my mom is stuck in her study doing paperwork. Sometimes, I think they love their work more than me, or each other," Nick said sadly.

"That's too bad. What do they do?"

"They're Attorneys and political consultants for people who run for office. Both Republicans and Democrats. Some Independents, too, I guess. They're kind of stuffy. Well, not kind of. They are stuffy. I consider Val's parents to be my real parents 'cause I'm over there all the time. And to tell you the truth, they treat me better."

"Wow. Do your parents come to your basketball games?" Noah asked as they came to a stoplight. He already knew what the answer was going to be and he wished he hadn't asked it. He had a lump in his throat and thought how lucky he was that he had such great and accepting parents.

"Nah. They haven't seen me play since Val and I played in city league as kids. But it's okay. I'm used to it. What are your parents like?"

"They're cool. They have their own home business. They make dildos in our basement."

"What?" Nick screeched, and almost swerved off the road.

"Dad's the fabricator and my mom is head of quality control and testing," Noah deadpanned. "Well except for the new butt plug line, I test those."

"No fucking way! Really?"

"Gotcha! I'm just getting you back for saying you were going to lock me in the trunk. Anyway, my dad's a nurse and my mom's an engineer. Actually, my dad works with Tyne's mom in the same hospital, but on different floors. My parents and his parents were all good friends until Tyne's dad got shot. I'm lucky that they always made time for me and my older brother and sister. They try and come to the plays that the drama club puts on. And they're so in love, it's almost disgusting. They kiss and hold hands all the time. My dad took my mom to the city for a romantic weekend. Valentines and all that," Noah said wistfully.

"That's cute. I haven't even seen my parent's kiss since I was like six. And you're lucky that you have a brother and a sister. I don't even have a dog. Which way?"

"Turn right. I'm at the top of the rise. Seriously, you're lucky. My parents are all over each other. It's disgusting and embarrassing. Pull in that driveway right there, and park next to the garage," Noah directed.

"Your house looks familiar. Does Lizzy live around here? They look the same."

"Yeah, same house, two blocks over. I work with her bitch sister, Emma."

"Must run in the family," Nick said.

"No shit. So, my handsome prince, thanks for rescuing me. Want to come in for a minute? I told you my parents are gone tonight. I can make us something to eat. I'm a good cook you know. You must be starving after all of those smooth moves you were laying down on the dance floor."

"Um, I don't know. I really should be getting home."

"You sure? Just come on in for a minute. It's the least I can do for you driving me home in that smokin' hot car. I'm not going to rape you. Holy crapola! That's the second time I've said that to you. Are you scared of me? Little 'ol me, sugar?" Noah whipped around, put his hand on his hip, pointed his elbow out and struck one of his famous poses. It was a difficult pose to make in the small confined space. "Well?"

"I'm not scared of you. This is just different for me, that's all. But maybe I can come in for a minute. What have you got to eat?"

"That's a silly question. You know I work at Whole Paycheck, right?

"Yeah, with Lizzy's sister. So?"

"You sure you didn't get kissed by Spaulding instead of me? You're acting awfully lame all of a sudden. I get a big discount, doofus. I have all kinds of great stuff to eat. I might even have one of their goat cheese pizzas."

"Oh yuck. That sounds disgusting, but I'll try anything once." Nick stood there, indecisive for a moment. "Okay. I guess. Let's see how good a cook you really are. I'll text my mom and tell her I'll be late."

"Great. C'mon." Nick followed Noah up the front steps. "I'm glad you're here. I don't like coming home to an empty house."

Noah unlocked the front door and started to turn on every light in the place. Nick just stood there and watched him, openmouthed and not really believing he was doing this. "Dude. What's your electric bill like?"

"How would I know? I don't pay it. Why?"

"You have every single light on. We're not having a party you know. Seriously, what's up?"

"I told you, I don't like the dark."

"Yeah. I see that. But why?"

Noah let out a deep breath and turned off two of the lamps, after locking and dead-bolting the front door. "A couple of years ago I came home to an empty house. Everybody was out and when I came inside there was a burglar ransacking our living room. I was so shocked I screamed and threw my phone at him."

"Then what happened?"

" I sort of lost it and grabbed one of those metal candlesticks on the mantel and used it like a sword to whack him in the face like Captain Jack Sparrow or something. I busted his nose. Luckily, he wasn't armed and he went running out the back door. He got blood everywhere."

"Wow. Good for you. You know what, Noah? I think you're like an onion."

"What the fuck? Do I have bad breath?" Noah huffed into his palm and tried to smell it. That made Nick start laughing. "First, Val says I'm like a piñata, and now you say I smell like an onion. Gee, thanks a lot, Nick!"

"No, no. It's not that. It's just that I can't really figure you out. It's like you have multiple personalities or something. Like an onion. Didn't you see Shrek? You have to peel off the layers to get to the real you."

"No I don't. I do not have multiple personalities," Noah said adamantly, staring at him with his hands on his hips.

"Sure you do. Like tonight. You acted like a 'damsel in distress', but then you just told me you beaned a burglar in the nose with a candlestick. Remember your purple phase in seventh grade? What was that all about? And tonight, you look completely different without your piercings."

"I'm just multi-faceted, that's all. Just like that Chicken of the Sea diamond in that Titanic movie. But I'm not no stinkin' onion." Noah turned and headed into the kitchen, turning on more lights as he went.

"Okay. I'm just saying you're not at all like the person that you portray at school. At school, you seem so out-there, a take-no-prisoners kinda guy. But now I see a different version. Soft, but tough. I like this version better," Nick said, following Noah into the other room and smiling a little. "This version is cute."

"You think so?" Noah's eyes were as wide open as they could get without popping out of his head.

"Yeah. You're all right."

"I could just kiss you."

"Yeah? Go ahead then. You might like it."

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me."



"You're not gonna punch me are you?"

"No." Nick chuckled over that.

"You sure?"

"Yes I'm sure. Shut-up, come over here and pucker up. You're not afraid of lil ol' me are you?" Nick stuck his hand on his hip as he stuck it out, mimicking Noah's famous pose.

Noah smiled and slowly walked across the kitchen and tentatively leaned into Nick. Nick had a smile on his face and as he looked into Noah's eyes, he said quietly, "It's all right. I won't bite. Unless you want me to."

That's all it took and Noah leaned in and gave Nick a quick peck on the lips. But Nick wasn't having any of that 'kiss your auntie' kind of stuff, so he grabbed Noah by the hips and pulled him in tight to his body. He leaned forward and took Noah's bottom lip between his and started to suck and lightly chew on it. It tasted delicious. Noah closed his eyes and started to melt into Nick, then he leaned harder into the basketball jock for support. They sucked on each other's lips, slowly melting into each other's bodies. Their crotches, legs and chests were pressed hard against each other, and both teens felt their hard dicks expanding in their pants.

Finally running out of breath, Nick said, "Fuck the pizza. Let's go sit on the couch. I'm going to text my mom and tell her I'm spending the night with Val. She won't care. If you want me to, that is."

"Oh hell yes. I want you to."

Nick grabbed Noah's hand and pulled him into the living room. "You kiss good, man. How many guys have you dated?" he asked him after they sat down.


"No, really? How many? Do you and Tyne practice on each other?"

"Look. We need to get something straight right now. Tyne and I are just friends. Best friends. But we don't do anything sexy with each other. He's not my type of guy and I'm not his type of guy. Oh shit! You didn't hear that from me."

"It's all right. I already figured out that Tyne was gay. I see how he looks at Val with those puppy dog goo-goo eyes. And to tell you the truth, I was jealous of him at first. But now I know that Val would never do anything with me or any guy, even as much as I want him to."

"I haven't known Val very long, but I think you're right. He's hopelessly straight, and if you push him to do something he doesn't want to do, it's gonna end your friendship, and I promise you there will be blood. That's why Tyne and I don't do anything. We're best buds, but that's all. More like brothers, really. We're kinda the same but different. He's more Olive Garden while I'm more TGI Friday's. It's all food, but completely different. At Olive Garden you get pasta and sauce, and maybe a salad. And it's always good. But at Friday's you can get all kinds of great shit. Some good, some not so good. But it's always great fun. So let me ask you a question. Why are you all gay all of a sudden?"

"Well, see, uh, I'm not 'all gay' if that's what you mean. I like girls but, … shit! I don't know. Maybe I am gay. I'll be honest, I'm a little confused about that shit right now."

"Have you been with another dude?"

"Promise you won't tell?

"Cross my 'cross your heart' bra and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye if I do!" Noah made a big splashy production of waving his arms around in the air as he said this. Nick just looked at him kind of amused.

"Okay. I experimented with my older cousin once or twice. And I liked it. We only did it a couple of times, though. And sometimes I look at guy porn on the internet. Please don't tell anybody."

"I already told you I'm not going to say anything. You can trust me. Was it weird doing stuff with your cousin? And isn't that like, I don't know, incest?"

"It's not incest! That's like sick shit between parents and kids or brothers and sisters. Cousins mess together a lot. Can't cousins even get married like in Kentucky or something? I'm not sure."

"Not gay cousins and certainly not in Kentucky. So anyway, what did you guys do?"

"We just fooled around a little bit. He was older than me and he taught me how to … how to suck a little bit. And some other stuff. But I was too young to really get into it. It was fun and all and I liked it, but it was kind of scary too."

"So why now? Why are you here with me?"

"I don't know exactly. Something must have happened in my head because for the last few weeks all I can think about is naked guys. In the locker room, I can hardly control myself, especially watching Val get naked right next to me every day. Even when I'm out with a girl, I pretend she's a guy. And I swear I'll kill you so dead you won't even stink if you ever tell anyone this, but when I jack off, I think about Val. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Hey. It's okay. Nothing's wrong with you. You can't fight your feelings. And it's just sex. As for Val, I think the Pope probably thinks about Val when he jacks off. I know I do. You have plenty of time to figure out who you like. They say that women can experiment their whole lives, but guys have to choose one and stick with it. But I don't believe that. Although, I've known I was gay from the day I was born. The only hoo-hah that I've ever seen was my mom's when she popped me out, and I'm pretty sure I had my eyes closed and I was screaming. I don't ever want to see another one. Anyway, maybe you're bi. It's cool to like both chicks and dudes."

"I guess. It's just really hard 'cause I'm in sports and the guys give you a lot of shit. That whole picture thing on my phone was killer. If Val hadn't stepped up for me I don't know what would have happened."

"Dude, it's not just sports. It's everywhere. I think the straight guys are just jealous."


"Because we can have sex without all the pressure and shit that girls put on guys. You should know about that with all of the girls you've porked." Noah said. "And look at what Lizzy did to poor Val."

"Want to know the whole truth?"

"That's what we're doing here, mister. Spill it."

"Well, I haven't been with that many girls. I mean, I've been out with a lot of girls and we've done lots of stuff, but not all the way every time. Just twice, really. And it wasn't all that great. I mean, it was, but, I always thought it would be better. Fireworks and stuff. You know what I mean?"

"Yes and no. I've never even kissed a guy before tonight," Noah said, strangely quiet.

"I would never have known it. You're really a good kisser, Noah, really good. Better than most girls I've been out with."

"Thanks, I guess. You are too. Want to kiss some more?"

"Hell yes I do!"

Val pulled into his driveway and Tyne jumped out, grabbing his overnight case. He followed Val into the house and they were greeted by the intoxicating smell of cookies baking in the oven. "Hello sweetie," Val's mom chirped. "Hungry for some fresh baked cookies?"

"Heck yes. Mom, you're awesome. Got milk?" Val said as he wrapped his mom up in his long arms and lifted her off the floor.

"Two jugs full," Tyne thought to himself as he eyed Mrs. Hardcastle's ample bosoms. Val returned his mom to the floor and headed for the fridge pulling out the milk jug. "Tyne, you want some?"

"Of course. Remember when I told you there was no such thing as a dumb question when we worked on your math together? Well, I guess I was wrong, because that was definitely a dumb question. How could I resist something that smells this good?" Tyne said. Then turning to Val's mom, he added, "This is really thoughtful of you, Mrs. Hardcastle. You're very nice."

Mrs. Hardcastle cooed and pulled Tyne into a hug and kissed him on the cheek. "Aren't you just the sweetest boy. Val, you made a wonderful friend here." Tyne sort of froze up not knowing how to react to such a show of affection nor to being pressed into a woman's soft breasts. His mom loved him, he knew, but she simply wasn't into physical affection and Tyne didn't really know quite how to react. Val smiled as he watched Tyne squirm.

Val poured two large glasses of milk and set them on the table along with a stack of ten large, warm cookies. Val dunked a cookie into his glass of milk and slurped on it for a second before biting half the cookie at once. Tyne reached for a cookie and Val grabbed his wrist. "Giddurown."

"What?" Tyne asked.

Val gulped a swig of milk and said, "Get your own. This is my stack."

"Are you serious? Ten cookies by yourself?"

"Yeah, I usually eat more but it's kinda late. I don't want any bad dreams."

Tyne shook his head in amazement and went to grab two cookies for himself. "It's a wonder you're not 300 pounds the way you eat."

"Come watch a basketball practice sometime and you'll see why I'm not. I burn through it, baby."

"So did you guys have a nice time at the dance?" Mrs. Hardcastle asked.

"Yeah, it was so sick. You should have seen Tyne. He got everybody dancing and even the kids who usually don't dance started to. It was legendary."

"How nice. Did you meet some nice girls?"

"Sure did. Show your mom your arm, Val." Tyne said between bites.

Val smiled and held up his forearm and showed off Sylvia's phone number.

"Oh my. You kids nowadays are so silly. Is she another cheerleader like your last girlfriend?"

"No. She's not a cheerleader. I've never dated a cheerleader, Mom. You're confusing me with Nick. Lizzy wasn't a cheerleader. I've told you that like 100 times before."

"Well, she looked like a cheerleader and she certainly acted like one. So what's this new girl like and how did you meet her?"

"Actually, it was because of Tyne that I met her. He got this crazy idea that the basketball crew should go dance with the girls that never get asked and I went with him to get it started. I asked this tall girl with long brown hair named Sylvia. At first it was just like taking pity on her, you know, but while we were dancing, we talked so easily with each other. It was awesome. It was sort of like how it is with Tyne. They're both smart and easy to talk with. I can't exactly explain it, but it really attracts me."

"What a sweet gesture, Tyne. You are an exceptional boy. Did you make a new girlfriend tonight as well?" Mrs. Hardcastle inquired.

"No ma'am. I didn't."

"Well then, maybe you could ask Val's cousin, Becka out and you could all go on a double date. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Mom! Stop pushing Becka off on Tyne. He's not interested already. Give it a rest," Val complained.

"You should let Tyne speak for himself, Val."

"Well, actually, I appreciate the offer and all but, I think I'll pass. Thanks anyway."

"What's the matter, don't you like girls?" she asked. Tyne's cookie almost stuck in his throat and he did a little reflexive gag.

"Mom. Please stop. You can be so embarrassing."

"Well actually, Mrs. Hardcastle, I like girls too much. My mom has forbidden me to date any more girls until I'm out of the house and on my own. The cost of the last four abortions have just about wiped out our family savings," Tyne said with a completely straight face. He quickly put the glass of milk to his lips to hide his creeping smile but he didn't actually drink any because he was afraid he'd spit it out if he broke into a laugh.

The look of shock and disappointment on Mrs. Hardcastle's face was so perfect that Val busted out laughing and spit chunks of chocolate chip cookie across the table. Mrs. Hardcastle looked scornfully at Val and then back at Tyne, whose gleeful grin was now irrepressible, and caught on.

"Oh you naughty boy. You're teasing me. You are a naughty, naughty boy. I'll have to get even for that one." She began to laugh along at the joke that Tyne had played on her.

"Honestly, I'm just not interested in dating anyone right now. I'm focused on my grades and my mom needs my help around the house a lot. I want to go to Harvard and then to medical school so I'm really focused on that. There will be time to find that special someone later on in my life. I don't really mind doing things on my own a lot."

"Well I guess it's good to have goals, but all work and no play makes Tyne a dull boy, you know," said Val's mom.

"I guess. But now I've got Val to play with, so I don't have to just play with myself." Val's hand stopped midair with a cookie suspended and cocked his head toward Tyne with a bewildered look.

"Um, that didn't come out like I meant it. I meant, Val's gonna teach me about fun stuff that guys do together." Val's mouth dropped and Mrs. Hardcastle snickered. "Oh, wait, no. Not like … I'm just gonna shut up now. Can I have another cookie?"

"Certainly, dear. So, what time are you boys leaving in the morning?"

"About five. Gotta go early while the fish are still biting," Val answered.

"Oh my, that is early. You better take Tyne to bed so you can get up in the morning. Do you want me to get up and make you some breakfast?"

"No Mom. Thanks, but I got that all planned already. You can sleep," Val responded.

"I will if you want me to. But I appreciate that you thought ahead and planned something."

"That's nice of you really, Mom, but I got it covered."

"Okay well, good night then. I'm glad you had a nice time at the dance. Drive careful tomorrow."

"We will. Good night. Love you, Mom." Val got up and hugged his mother and kissed her cheek.

"Good night, Mrs. Hardcastle. Thanks for the cookies."

"Good night, Tyne. Have fun tomorrow … doing your guy stuff." She got up snickering and started out of the kitchen but stopped and said as an afterthought, "Val, if you're going to use the shower, be sure to show Tyne where the clean towels are in the hall closet. And since you two have been out dancing with girls, you better also show him where we keep the doodling cloths. Since he doesn't date, he probably needs one." She whirled around and trotted out.

"What was she talking about? What's doodling?" Tyne asked.

"Oh my God, she is so F'n impossible. I honestly think sometimes that aliens dropped her off on this planet and abandoned her on Gram and Gramps' doorstep," Val said as he drained the last of his milk.

"So what's doodling? Seriously, I don't get it."

"I keep a stack of older used wash cloths to clean up after myself when I do the deed," Val explained, wagging his fist back and forth in the air. Tyne stared blankly. "C'mon, think about it. Seriously, you're gonna make me spell it out? Cum rags for when I jack off. She calls it doodling. Don't ask why."

Tyne immediately blushed and was speechless. "Oh. Wow. I guess she definitely got even for my abortion crack. So why does she call it doodling?"

"I told you not to ask."

"That's exactly why I am asking. Spill it."

Val grunted but explained, "When I was little, I went around singing Yankee Doodle Dandy all the time. I was in the bathtub one night and I was playing with my little dick, I guess, and my mom told me to stop yanking on it and I laughed and asked why I couldn't 'Yankee my doodle!' It stuck."

"So how did the doodling part come in? Just from calling it a doodle?"

"Yeah, when I started squirting, I was using my boxers and socks to wipe up with and my dad sat me down one day and we had the sex talk and he said Mom didn't like me using those and handed me a stack of old washcloths and said these are your doodling rags from now on. But I still use my boxers when I forget to grab a rag, which is pretty often. Then I just wash them out so mom won't know."

"Holy crap! That's hilarious. So your mom was saying I probably needed to … Oh my God, I can't believe it. She's crazy, dude. My mom would never say something like that even to me, let alone one of my friends."

"Yeah, don't start shit with my mom, she'll bury you every time. I wasn't planning on showering, but I really stink from dancing so much with Sylvia. Let's go get ready for bed. You can shower too if you want."

"I'd like to shower even though it's late. I don't think I could sleep with myself if I didn't."

"Good, cuz I don't think I could sleep with your stinky ass either."

The boys washed out their glasses and put them in the dishwasher then headed off to Val's room. When Tyne saw that it was only a double bed, he didn't think it looked big enough for Val and him to avoid contact during the night, especially if Val slept sideways like he said.

Tyne grabbed his toiletries kit from his overnight case and followed Val to the bathroom. On the way, they stopped in the hallway and got a fresh towel for Tyne. "Here's the stack of doodle rags just in case you are horny and want one. Honestly, if you need to, feel free." Tyne slugged Val in the arm. Val didn't even flinch and chuckled to himself. The mere thought of lying in bed next to Val and doodling his dick provoked a small bulging sensation in Tyne's loins.

Tyne started brushing his teeth while Val started the hot water running. It was a tub enclosure and the sliding doors were frosted glass in a brushed chrome frame. Val rubbed his temples and squinted in obvious pain. He moved to the medicine cabinet and shook three Ibuprofen tablets from the bottle. He tossed them in his mouth and leaned over to suck water from the faucet to swallow them with.

"Dude, how's your head, honestly?" Tyne asked sincerely.

"Honestly, it hurts like hell."

"If you need to stay home tomorrow, I'll understand."

Val looked him in the eye and said, "Can't. I gotta teach you all that fun guy stuff you've been missing out on all these years." Val reached down and playfully goosed Tyne. He couldn't help but notice that Tyne was slightly pudged up.

Tyne jumped back and said, "Stop it, you freak. Who's the gay one here anyway?"

Val snickered and unbuttoned his shirt, stripped it off, slipped out of his gray dress pants, and quickly brushed his teeth, wearing only boxers and black socks. Val bent down and slurped in another swig of water direct from the faucet, swished, and spit. Tyne was still working over his molars absent mindedly brushing the same spot over and over. Then Val faced the shower, slipped out of his boxers, tugged off his socks and stepped over the edge of the tub.

Tyne stopped brushing altogether and stared in lustful amazement, with foaming, teal blue toothpaste drooling down his chin. Tyne stood frozen while Val exposed his gorgeous, powerful backside to him. Tyne scanned Val's muscular body and admired the various muscle groups as he ogled downward from Val's thick neck across the nice traps extending to his broad rounded deltoid shoulders. Tyne admired the incredible biceps on Val's large arms that were like pillars on a Greek temple framing his V-shaped back into a narrow waist that expanded back out in perfect proportion to form the firmest, most awe inspiring gluteus maximus that Tyne had ever seen. No porno stud ever filmed had anything over Val's hot ass. He watched in fascination as the muscles in Val's firm, sculpted cheeks flexed, forming small dimples on either side when Val stepped out of his boxers and pulled off his socks. Tyne caught just the slightest glimpse of the underside of Val's dangling scrotum and tip of his dick as he bent over to remove the socks. Tyne lost all self control when he saw that and his dick rose to full attention and he started humming "Yankee Doodle Dandy."

When Val pulled the sliding shower door shut, Tyne reentered earth's atmosphere and wiped the minty fresh ooze off his chin and cupped his hands under the faucet for a handful of water to rinse with. He fished his facial scrub from his bag and began vigorously rubbing his face. His breathing was shallow and he rubbed his poor face nearly raw while he replayed the image he'd just witnessed over and over in his head. He gargled with Listerine and then returned to Val's bedroom to get a clean pair of boxers for himself, along with the sweats he'd thankfully included. "No way I can sleep in the same bed with that Adonis and be in boxers. I'd embarrass myself for sure," he muttered.

He returned to the bathroom to find Val had just pulled his fresh boxers on and Tyne easily gauged the exact spot where the long, thick penis ended. He regretted leaving the room since he missed a possible peek at the big doodle. If it were one inch longer, the tip would certainly extend beyond the hem. As it was, the hem on the side Val was hanging was pushed out away from his muscular thigh. Tyne chuckled out loud at the sight. "Angry Bird boxers? Really? That's hilarious."

"I told you I like wearing funny boxers. These are one of my favorites. If I open his beak, you can see the F'n giant worm he caught. Wanna see?"

"No. Geez. The apple didn't fall all that far from the tree around here, did it?"

"What do you mean by that?" Val asked.

"I mean, you can be as embarrassing as your mother sometimes. It must be the alien blood in your veins."

Val just laughed and hung up the towel. "Shower's all yours." Val opened his medicine cabinet and pulled out his deodorant. Tyne shed his shirt and pants and socks and then glanced over at Val. Val was busy flossing so Tyne quickly pulled his white boxers down and stepped out of them and jumped into the shower, pulling the door shut without Val seeing his fully erect little dick. Tyne's heart was racing. He started the water and the first blast was cold but then warmed back up quickly. Tyne let out a little whelp from the shock of the cold water and Val laughed with understanding. "You're supposed to warm it up before you get in, dork. I thought you were the smart one."

"I thought it would already be warm from you using it. Thanks for the warning, you freak."

When Tyne heard Val leave the room, he immediately grabbed his throbbing dick and started doodling as fast and furiously as he could. He needed to cum and he needed to cum bad. The whole dance experience, hanging out with the hot jocks on the basketball team, and especially sweatin' next to Val up on the stage, and then Val's strip tease before climbing in the shower, not to mention wondering what Nick and Noah might be up to, had Tyne so sexually worked up he could barely think of anything else besides unloading his severely blue balls.

Tyne slipped his left hand behind himself and started sliding his middle finger down through his crack and tickling his sphincter while he continued furiously stroking his thin bone with his right fist. The purple head poked in and out of the ring formed by his thumb and pointer finger on each downward stroke. The intensity was building toward the desired climax when Val's deep voice startled him. "I noticed we were out of conditioner and I'm guessing you need it for that amazing Bieber Dome of yours. Here, I'll hand it in through the door."

Tyne spun toward the wall away from Val, feeling panicked that he'd been caught in the act of doodling. "NO! Um, just set it on the back of the toilet and I'll grab it when I need it. I … um, I got soap in my eyes right now."

"Okay, shy boy. Here it is. I'll be in bed. Just come in when you're finished. I like to sleep by the wall, is it okay if you have the outside edge?"

"Sure. Fine. I'm almost finished here then I'll come in bed with you."

Val snickered and said, "Well stop in the hall and grab a doodle rag if you're planning to 'cum' in bed with me."

"Oh shit. I did it again, didn't I?"

"Yup. You crack me up, dude. Just hurry your ass up so we can get a couple hours sleep at least." Val left chuckling to himself.

Tyne hoped he would shrink but he didn't. His proud four and a half inches stood straight out at a 45 degree angle, fully engorged. The spray of the water jets continued to stimulate the sensitive head of his little dick and kept him fully boned. Now though, he didn't dare take the time to finish since it would be obvious, he thought, what he was up to. He worried Val already knew and maybe heard the sound of his slapping flesh or saw the shadow of his actions behind the frosted glass. He felt a mixture of intense embarrassment combined with balmy eroticism from jacking in Val's presence. His balls ached even more as he quickly grabbed the conditioner off the toilet tank and finished his hair. He couldn't resist a couple passes over his quivering boner with the slippery conditioner as lube.

Tyne turned off the water and stepped out to retrieve the clean towel on the counter. He dried himself off in front of the mirror and carefully dabbed at his persistent, sensitive erection. He couldn't seem to make the damn thing go down. Tyne stared at it, willing it to recede but it defied him. He pushed it downward as far as he could before it resisted and then let it flip back up, slapping against his belly. He did that a couple more times before he gave up on controlling it and moved his focus to his toes. The plush, turquoise rug felt soft under his sensitive bare feet. Taking the jar of special Neutrogena cream from his bag, he lifted one foot and then the other and applied the lotion to keep them soft. He rubbed the remainder over his hands and made a pass over his dick and balls.

Tyne couldn't shake the image of Val's beautiful body. He gave his boner a couple more strokes for good measure, then he picked up his clean boxers off the floor and pulled them on. He bent back over and pulled on his sweatpants. Finally, he put on the blue, Hewlett Packard promotional t-shirt, tugging on the hem to pull it as far as possible over his small tent. While turning side to side and glancing in the mirror to confirm that his erection was not apparent, he caught sight of an additional image in the mirror. "How long have you been standing there?" Tyne gasped.

Violet was standing in the hallway just outside the bathroom door, which had been left ajar by Val, with both hands clasped over her gaping mouth and eyes as wide as a hoot owl's. "A while," she eked out.

"Did you see?" Tyne asked, glancing at his tent. Violet didn't remove her hands and just shook her head, yes. "What're you doing spying on me?" Tyne scorned.

"I wasn't spying," she said indignant. "I needed to pee. Why are you here?"

"I'm spending the night. Please don't tell anyone what you just saw, especially Val." Tyne gathered his soiled clothes and brushed past Violet with his face burning hot.

Smirking and realizing her position, she said, "Maybe I will and maybe I won't. What's it worth to you?"

"I let you live if you keep quiet," Tyne said half serious as he made his way down the hall into Val's bedroom. He heard Violet snickering and half way down the hall she called his name.

"Oh Tyne," Tyne turned to see her grinning and holding her pink nightgown up just under her small breasts. "Look what I got. Now we're even." She flashed him.

Tyne covered his eyes and spun away. "Stop that. What's wrong with you?" He rushed off into Val's bedroom a little shaken.

From the dim glow of a streetlight outside, Tyne could tell that Val completely filled the far side of the bed and did in fact sleep somewhat at an angle to accommodate his large frame. Tyne stared at the remaining space with uncertainty. He worried that if he rubbed up against Val's body, which seemed inevitable, he could lose all control and cum in his sweats. Between Mrs. Hardcastle's comments, Val interrupting his doodling in the shower and then Violet seeing his boner and flashing her budding titties, he was rethinking just how good the whole idea of spending the night really was.

Just as Tyne was considering making his way out to the living room couch, Val rolled onto his back and asked, "What are you doing? Why aren't you getting in bed?"

"Um, I was just thinking maybe I should just go sleep on the couch."

"Oh man, you are one shy little heterophobe. If it'll make you feel better, we can do what the basketball team does when we share motel rooms at tournaments. One of us gets under the sheet and the other one gets on top of the sheet. That way, there's no risk of touching each other. So which do you prefer to be, a top or a bottom?" Val asked. Tyne laughed out loud.

"What?" Val asked in a confused tone.

"You just asked if I preferred to be a top or a bottom."

"Oh shit. You're rubbing off on me, dude." They chuckled together over it as Tyne slipped under the blanket but stayed on top of the sheet. "I guess this means you're a bottom." His feet touched Val's shins through the sheet and Val gave him a playful punch in the arm for his crack. Tyne lay there on his back staring at the ceiling, feeling awkward and tense, wondering what Nick and Noah were up to.

Val suddenly rose up on an elbow and said, "Crap, I forgot to set the alarm. Excuse me." He proceeded to lean over the top of Tyne and retrieve the alarm clock off the nightstand. Val planted one elbow to the side of Tyne's head and one near his ribcage. Val's pit hairs tickled Tyne's nose and be began wiggling it. He could smell the mixture of Val's natural musky scent with the deodorant he had applied and the smell and closeness of Val's body acted to strengthen Tyne's erection. It was so damn hard that it physically hurt down near the base of it. He could feel the erection all the way down his perineum to where it met his quivering hole. He feared he could shoot his wad without even touching himself.

Val set the clock back down and rolled over onto his own side again. As he did, Val's forearm brushed against Tyne's sweatpants tent. "What was that all about?" Val asked.

"What was what all about?" Tyne asked.

"Wiggling your nose in my armpit and then popping a boner over it. You got an armpit fetish or something?"

"Shut up! You stuck your armpit in my face, you freak. Your pit hairs were tickling my nose. I'm really ticklish. Oops. I probably shouldn't have told you that."

"No, you shouldn't have." Val attacked Tyne's rib cage and Tyne squealed and jerked.

"Stop it. Stop it! Ahh, you freak, stop." Tyne's dick bumped and rubbed against Val's arm while Val was tickling him. Val was laughing and Tyne's tickle laughter turned slowly to annoyed spurts of irritation. "Not fair, dude."

"Sorry. How could I resist?" Sensing Tyne's embarrassment, Val apologized, "No, really. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you, dude. Forgive me, okay? I don't give a shit if you popped one. I get 'em all the time still, myself."

"Okay. Let's just get some sleep now," Tyne said.

"Good idea." Val lay back down and in no time fell into a deep slumber. Tyne laid there still struggling with his throbbing dick and aching blue balls. He relived the sensation of Val's arm brushing over the head of his dick beneath the sweats. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed it. He listened to Val's steady breathing and watched the large, broad chest rise and fall under the blanket. Tyne reached for his phone and sent Noah a text. "lyin in bed next to a total GOD with a boner that wont go down. How r u and nick doin?" A couple of seconds later, he got this reply, "im making out w/ nick. His lips r like candy. Call me when u get home frm fishng."

Finally, and thankfully, Tyne drifted off to sleep.

Noah and Nick were still on the couch in Noah's living room sucking some serious face when Noah got a text from Tyne. He was surprised when he read it. So he shot off a quick reply.

"Who was that?" Nick asked.

"Tyne. He's excited to be going fishing, and he wanted to know if I got home okay."

"Oh, okay. I don't understand why Val wants to be friends with him. I feel left out."

"Oh, honey, don't feel like that."

"But if Val is going to fool around with a guy, it should be me," Nick whined. "I'm his best friend. We're tight. At least we used to be."

"Who said they're going to fool around? Trust me on this one: Val is not gay. Not, not, not. Lord knows if he was, I'd be all over him like flies on shit. But he's not. And Tyne isn't going to do anything to mess up their friendship, no matter how big Val's dick is. Tyne's a romantic and he's not going to get that from Val. Besides, he's wearing his chastity belt under his sweats tonight. It's just like they have different life experiences that the other one finds interesting. That's part of growing up – meeting people you find interesting and spending time with. But you don't always have to go to bed with them. It doesn't mean Val won't still be friends with you or that Tyne won't still be friends with me, unless we get all pissy and possessive like Lizzy."

"Not to dis on your friend, Noah, but what does Val see in Tyne? I get why Tyne would be interested in Val because he's so hot looking and has a humongous dick, but still…"

"You sure you didn't get dropped on your head? Listen. While Tyne was helping Val understand his algebra, they just sorta clicked. But only as friends. Tyne wants to go fishing, why, I don't know, and Val can show him how to do it. Plus, Val was impressed that Tyne is a second degree brown belt. People don't know what Tyne is all about. He's not only smart, but he has a heart of gold. He'd do anything for a friend. Look what he did at the dance tonight. He's all about looking out for others. Just so you know, he was ready to take you down the other day when you demanded my phone. Val's basically a big teddy bear himself. I'm guessing that's a big part of the attraction."

"Really? I guess I get that. Val really is a teddy bear at heart. But there's no fucking way Tyne could take me down. Get real, dude."

"Yes, way. You'd be hurtin'. I've seen him sparring at tournaments a couple of times and he's dropped guys twice your size. Well, maybe not twice, but bigger than you for sure." Noah stood up suddenly, and pretending to be Mr. T, made a karate chop and then a spinning kick towards Nick, "Down to the ground, mother fucker!"

"You're freakin' hilarious."

"But Tyne wouldn't do that unless he had to. He's a good guy and doesn't like to fight."

"Then why is he in karate?"

"Because there are too many thugs that want to beat up gay guys. His mom didn't want him to be bullied."

"His mom knows he's gay? Wow. All right, so cool, I get it now. If that's all it's about, then I hope they have fun tomorrow. Val loves to fish and ride his four-wheeler. Shit, maybe we can all be friends."

"Yeah, that'd be fabulous. We could have like a double date. We could go see The Vow together, and we could sit on the back row and make out in the dark.

"I was thinking more like going fishing and riding with Val and Tyne. And don't start thinking that just because I'm staying over here tonight that you can go hanging on me in public. Holy shit."

"Tyne hasn't really done any of that outdoor stuff before. I bet he hates it, especially the slimy fish part. He'll probably never go do that again. And, don't worry about me embarrassing you at school. I can be discreet if I want to. I just don't usually want to. Um, Nick?"


"So what about us? Is there anything you like about me?"

"Tyne might not like fishing but you apparently do."

"What? What are you talking about fishing for?"

"You're fishing for some strokes from me. Feeling a little self-conscious and insecure, are we?"

"No, it's just that … well you have a thing for Val and let's face it, I'm not at all like him. So why are you here with me? Why did you want to kiss me?"

"Because I like you, Noah. At least, I like this Noah. The freaky, all out there, Noah kind of makes me squirm, but this real part of you, I like a lot. I get what you said before about spending time with different types of people. I've been a dick lately. I've just been so worried about what other people think. And because of that, I've ignored interesting and cool people that are right in front of me. Like you. Yeah, you're not a big buff jock, but honestly, you're still fucking cute and interesting, like the sizzling fajitas platter at TGI Friday's. And your nice like Val and Tyne are, and you're really funny. Oh, and you have a really nice ass! I've been a real dick to you, not to mention Val and Tyne, but you've always treated me nice. I'm sorry for that. I'd like to be your friend."

"Cool! I'd like that too," Noah said, sitting back down close to Nick.

"Now it's my turn to fish. Why did you invite me in tonight? Why are any of you friendly to me after the way I've treated you guys?"

Caught off guard, Noah choked a little. "Full disclosure? Because you're freakin' hot. I've been perving on your body for a long time. And now that I've gotten to know you better I think you're all right as a human, too. And now, I can add that you kiss like a vacuum cleaner."

That broke Nick out of his little funk and he chuckled. "Awesome. Hey, I think I missed a spot. Let me vacuum it up." Nick pulled Noah into him and pressed their lips together. Nick slid one of his large hands behind Noah's head and pressed him into a deep, passionate kiss. Noah bravely extended his tongue to the surface and Nick immediately vacuumed it in, causing Noah to involuntarily shudder.

Breaking the kiss, Noah asked in a soft whisper "Oh my God, Nick, you wanna come to bed with me and make out some more?"

"Sure," he said in a husky voice. "I was hoping you'd ask me to."

"C'mon, big boy, let's go." Noah stood up and grabbed Nick's wrist. He pulled the bigger teen up and dragged him down the long hall to his bedroom, flipping on all of the lights as they went, while Nick just snickered and shut them back off. "My room's in here at the end of the hall. My parents put me down here because they said I'm noisy."

Nick laughed out loud. "Ya think?"

"I think they even sound-proofed the walls," Noah said, ignoring Nick.

They walked in the room holding hands and Nick was totally amazed at what he saw. "Dude! This is your room? It looks like that Ikea store down at the mall exploded and all of the good stuff fell through your roof.

"I know! Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's great. I don't know what I was expecting, but it sure wasn't this. Everything is so neat and clean. It doesn't even look like anyone lives here. You should see my room – it's a big freakin' mess. But this. Wow. It looks like it could be in a magazine. You got some serious style going on, boy!"

"Thanks. I've been buying a new piece every payday. The good thing is that their stuff is so cheap, it will fall apart or be broken by the time I'm tired of it. And then I can redecorate! Look over here," he said, pulling Nick across the room, "I have my computer hooked up to a big flat screen over here on the wall so I can practice my dance moves."

"Wow. That's cool. Turn it on and let me see it."

"Okay. Um, you wanna dance some more? You and I didn't get to dance together tonight," he said shyly.

"Sure, yeah. But only if we can dance like Tyrell and Latwanza were doing. That was freakin' hot! I bet he tapped that fine piece tonight." Nick grinned.

"Awesome. Let me play my 'boyfriend mix'. I synched up my favorite songs to play to my favorite videos and this one is for if I ever got a boyfriend. Not that you're my boyfriend, but, um you know what I mean. I like to mash them up. I've got a lot of cool video gear if you ever want to make a real porno, by the way."

"Yeah, no, I don't think so. That almost got me in a tub full of shit. I'm done with that. What kind of music do you like?"

"Just about everything. I wish I could sing, but I don't have the chops for that. What do you like?"

"I was hoping the DJ was going to play Moves Like Jagger tonight, but he didn't. Got that one?"

"Oh, hell yeah. I'm gonna teach you some serious new moves, puppy-boy!" Noah synched up his laptop and flipped on all of the buttons that controlled the monitors, speakers and lights. Then Adam Levine started to sing out,

Take me by the tongue

And I'll know you

Kiss me 'til you're drunk

And I'll show you

"I can't really dance all that good." Nick said in his self deprecating tone that he sometimes fell into. Noah grabbed Nick's hand and started to get his groove on. Nick just stood there for a minute not moving, and just watching him dance around, and then, throwing his arms up in defeat, came sliding up to Noah, wrapping his arms around his hips. They danced like that through a few songs, grinding their hot and sweaty bodies into one another. At first, Nick sort of dry humped against Noah, but Noah stopped him and showed him how to be more subtle in his motions. Nick was actually getting pretty good. "See", Noah said. "It's not just about bumping and grinding as if you're having sex standing up the way Tyrell and Latwanza were doing. It's more sensual when you slide and glide. You've got natural rhythm. Hell, when you're this big basketball star and I'm a famous dancer, we could end up on Dancing with the Stars together." Nick laughed and then kissed Noah long and deep while they continued their sensual dance.

Then Florence + Machine came on and Noah screamed and said, "I love this song. Watch this!" Noah let go of Nick and started to really work it, gyrating and moving perfectly to the beat. He was dancing so much better than the guys were doing on the video playing on the wall.

Nick just stood there and watched this guy totally get into the song, thoroughly impressed. He reminded Nick of that Asian guy on Glee that he watched with one of his skanky girlfriends. Damn, he was good. Nick jumped in and started to twist and turn and match Noah's sick moves. He was having a blast. When Florence started the chorus, he couldn't help himself and started singing along,

"Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa"

Finally, both teens were completely beat, and they fell gasping for air on Noah's bed in a sweaty heap. "That was fucking awesome, dude. You're a great dancer," Nick said, looking up at Noah, who had landed on top of him.

"Thanks. You are too, but you have to loosen up a little bit more. I can teach you," Noah said, with a big grin on his face. He was so happy that he had a hot guy on his bed! He leaned down and kissed Nick again, strong and forceful. Nick was receptive, and wrapped his muscular arms tightly around Noah's back, and then he slipped one arm underneath Noah's sweaty shirt to feel his hot back. That sent shivers running through Noah's entire body.

They were both grinding into each other like crazy, Nick pulling Noah tighter and tighter while Noah kissed him with crazed abandon. Their cocks, hard like missiles in their pants, were about to explode. Nick rolled Noah off him, never breaking their kiss, and rolled again once more and was now on top of him. Grinding and thrusting; they kissed like there was no tomorrow. Finally, feeling the fire burning in his loins, Nick pulled away, wanting his first time with a guy his own age to last more than a few minutes.

"Stop for a second. I want to undress you," he said with a leer.

"Oh, baby. Do it," Noah purred.

Nick slowly stood, and pulled off Noah's shoes and socks, kissing each of Noah's toes one by one, making Noah laugh hysterically. Then he stood Noah up and unbuttoned Noah's shirt. Slipping it off his arms and tossing it to the floor, he leaned in and sucked a little on each of Noah's nipples, savoring the hot, salty taste. Next, he slowly unzipped Noah's zipper, pulling off the pants and boxers Noah had borrowed from Tyne with one quick movement, then pushed him back down on the bed completely naked. Noah's hard, hairless dick was pulsing with desire. Nick stared for a brief moment and sighed, stripped off his own clothes and in record time, he was naked too. Then, Nick got back on the bed and settled in, kneeling between Noah's legs, admiring Noah's completely smooth body including his ball sack and missing pubic patch.

"Wow. That looks hot. How hard is it to shave that off?"

Noah had to clear his throat before he spoke. "It's easy. I do it last thing in the shower. You should see me when I have my curved barbells in my ball sack. They're wicked!"

"I'll bet. I wish I could do hot shit like that. After I graduate I'm going for it. I want a few tattoos, too." He closed his eyes and sighed as he slowly caressed Noah's exposed genitals. Nick cupped Noah's balls, and then took them in his mouth, one at a time, making Noah sigh loudly with pleasure.

"Oh God, Nick! That feels so good," Noah moaned, tossing his head back and forth. "I can't believe this is actually happening."

It might have been what he learned from a few years back when Nick did it with his cousin, or maybe he'd watched how the skanks he dated did this to him, but whatever it was, he was good at it. He licked all around Noah's pink dick head, making sure to get it good and wet. Then he started to take his unlikely new friend's member all the way down his throat. Then, he remembered something that his cousin had done to him and he got excited to show it to Noah. He pulled off Noah's pulsing member long enough to push his legs over his shoulders. When he did that, Noah panicked.

"You're not going to fuck me! I'm not just some boy whore who spreads it for anyone."

"Relax. Of course not. We're not ready for that I know. And besides, I don't have a rubber with me. If and when we do that, it will be special. I promise. Just relax, you'll like this and I swear it won't hurt."

Still skeptical, Noah relaxed slightly and laid his head back down on the pillow. Nick made a great show of sticking his finger in his mouth, and once he got it all nice and wet, he leaned back down, took Noah's cock back in his mouth and lightly brushed Noah's asshole with his slippery digit. He massaged it around and around the puckered opening, and once Noah was comfortable, he slipped it in and ever so carefully worked it into the tight sphincter muscle. Noah jumped a couple of times, and yelped a little bit, but remained still, almost shaking with anticipation. His cock throbbed in Nick's mouth and started to leak that tasty liquid. Nick moved his finger deeper into Noah, earning another satisfied groan, and then started slow back and forth motions, waiting for the muscles to relax completely. Finally, Nick's finger reached its target, deep inside Noah, and he started to massage that little button of joy in tandem with deep sucks on his hard dick.

"Oh God, Nick, that feels soooo good!"

Nick couldn't reply and instead, started to really work Noah's hot cock with his mouth. Pressing hard on the teen's prostrate, it didn't take Noah long to start panting harder, gasping actually, and then with a thrust of his hips, he grabbed the sheets in his hands cried out, "Oh yes baby. Oh yes, yes, yes," and emptied his pent-up, steaming load deep into the basketball jock's hot, waiting mouth.

When he regained his composure, he said, "Oh my God, Nick. That was the best. I had no idea it could be that good. Thank you for being my first. I just hope I can do it as good to you as you did to me. What if I suck at it?"

"I'm sure you won't suck at sucking. Guys just know how to suck other guys off. It's probably natural instinct for gay guys. You can't be any worse than some of the skanks that have done me."

They switched places and Noah went down on his first cock. His own dick immediately sprang back to a full erection. He did a good job, although not a great job and soon, Nick was blasting off in his mouth in no time. Although, he'd imagined it many times, the actual experience of having someone's cum in his mouth caught Noah unprepared and his initial reaction was to spit. He knew he couldn't since Nick had taken his load so he forced himself to swallow. It wasn't really bad after the first taste. Noah drained the last drops from Nick's six and a half inches and slid up next to him, laying his head on Nick's chest. Nick tenderly stroked Noah's back for a bit. Noah pulled himself in tight against Nick's body, closed his eyes, breathed in their combined scent and savored the moment of his first experience. After that, both boys were so utterly exhausted that they fell fast asleep, Noah remained wrapped up tight in Nicks strong arms, his face pressed to Nick's tight chest.

Tyne woke shivering. Val had rolled around so much that he pulled the blanket off of Tyne and he was completely exposed to the cold night air. Even wearing sweats, Tyne was chilled. He rolled to his side to retrieve the blanket and had to lift Val's arm up to free it. Tyne was immediately taken with the power and strength that he could sense beneath Val's flesh. He pulled a corner of the blanket free and watched to be sure that Val remained asleep. He did. Tyne stared longingly at Val's broad chest rising and falling with each lumbering breath. Tyne reached slowly over and laid a trembling hand on Val's chest, imagining they were lovers. Tyne wasn't sure if he was trembling from the cold or from nervousness, or a combination of both. Tyne's dick sprang into full erection again. Slowly, Tyne traced his fingers over Val's pecs and all over the large round shoulders and across the large biceps. He traced his finger over the nubs on Val's quarter sized nipples, causing them to rise. The sensation of Val's flesh against his fingertips caused Tyne to involuntarily moan ever so softly.

Tyne stared at Val's commanding square jaw and rich, full lips, slightly parting as he gently blew each breath out in exhale. Tyne desperately wanted to lean over and kiss those luscious lips. He looked at Val's long eyelashes attached to the eyelids, shielding Val's soft brown eyes from his view. Tyne's dick expanded, seemingly past its capacity, as he carefully and slowly slid the blanket lower down to Val's naval. He paused to make sure Val continued sleeping while he drank in the beauty of Val's upper body. His strong arm lay draped over his chest with his large hand lying flat over his ribcage. Tyne traced along the fingers with his own fingers until Val twitched and Tyne quickly pulled his hand away.

Tyne thought the sound of his pounding heart would be enough to wake the entire household, let alone Val, but Val's chest continued in its steady, regular breathing pattern and his eyes remained closed. Tyne regained his courage and gently rubbed his hand over Val's rippled abs. It occurred to Tyne that Val's entire body was like one massive erection, firm and powerful beneath a soft sheath of skin. The imaginary concept of making love to such a body drove Tyne to throw caution to the wind. Ever so carefully, Tyne inched the blanket and sheet downward until he was rewarded with more than he hoped for. Apparently, the angry bird on the front of Val's boxers was a woodpecker. Val had morning wood and the tip actually peeked out of the waistband of the silky boxers nearly reaching up to Val's belly button. "Oh my God," Tyne softly gasped.

The opportunity was irresistible. The risks were high though. A myriad of 'what if's' bombarded Tyne's brain and better sense, but his other head, his tiny head, overruled and he reached over and traced a finger along Val's thick, pulsating doodle. He stopped at the waistband for fear of waking Val. He kept glancing at Val's face to make sure he didn't show any signs of waking as he traced up and down the hot, thick shaft of his new friend. His own dick was oozing drops of pre-cum and his breathing was shallow and ragged.

Tyne slipped his hand down and cupped Val's balls ever so gently, then caressed his way back up the length of the shaft with a thumb on one side and his fingers on the other side of the massive tool. Tyne freed his other arm from underneath his body and using both index fingers, gently slipped them under the waistband of Val's boxers and slowly lifted and dragged the waistband down below the purple, mushroom shaped head. A drop of pre-cum slipped from Val's opening. Tyne swiped at it and licked it from his fingertip. He savored the silky texture and unique flavor. He leaned in close, peeked up at Val's face to confirm he was asleep, and drew in a deep breath through his nostrils. The potent odor of a man's crotch filled Tyne's sinuses and he closed his eyes and shuddered.

Tyne stared intently at Val's face and then licked his finger and traced along the exposed lower ridge of Val's expanded head and across the sensitive, erotically charged frenulum. Tyne grabbed his own dick with his other hand and squeezed it tightly as the need for draining his overdue balls defied resistance. In a final act of reckless abandon, Tyne leaned in and pressed his lips to the underside of Val's thick, hot dickhead in a tender kiss. The sensation of his lips pressing against the taut, scorching hot dickhead of this gorgeous specimen of man-flesh, pushed Tyne into a near delirium. His powerful and inevitable climax overtook him at that moment and he squeezed his small shaft even tighter while the white hot fluid erupted into his boxers and sweatpants. He jerked and twitched as waves of euphoric pleasure coursed through his entire body. Tyne opened his eyes and lifted his lips, then gave a gentle swipe of his tongue over Val's long, tightly stretched frenulum triggering an explosion the likes of which Tyne never could have imagined. Val grunted and tensed up as thick ropes of white hot cum propelled up over Val's rippled abs and chest. Blast followed blast as Tyne watched in awe. Then he came to a realization of what he'd just done.

In a panic, Tyne rolled onto the floor and grabbed his pillow, pulling it off the bed. He rolled onto his side and held his breath. "Oh damnit Tyne," he said to himself. "What the fuck did you just do? You finally made a new friend and you had to go and mess it all up didn't you?" He immediately began imagining the butt kicking he would probably get and fully deserve from Val. He knew the trip to the lake would be off for sure and if Val let him live, he'd probably never speak to him again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Suddenly, Tyne heard Kid Cudi rapping in his ears. It took a minute before he realized it was the alarm clock. He heard Val slap the alarm to silence it and question, "What the F just happened?"

Tyne feigned sleep. Val slid to the edge of the bed and said. "What you doing down there?"

"Hmm, humph, umm, what?" Tyne mumbled trying his best to pretend he'd been sleeping.

"Why're you on the floor?"

"I guess I fell out of bed. You sure roll around a lot."

"Oh really?" Tyne couldn't tell if Val believed him or not. Val was squinting and rubbing his temples.

"How's your head?" Tyne asked, trying to divert the conversation.

"It's sort of wet and sticky at the moment, thanks to you."

Tyne's heart practically stopped. "What do you mean?" Tyne asked as innocently as he could. Tyne now anticipated the worst was about to happen. He imagined Val launching into a string of expletives and name calling, including 'faggot' and 'queer', no doubt. He braced himself for Val to drop off the bed on top of him and mercilessly beat the shit out of him for what he'd just done and he felt like he probably deserved whatever Val dished out.

"I guess sleeping next to each other affected us both. It looks like you had a wet dream too, based on the big cum stain in your sweats. I haven't had one of those in a couple of years. I hope yours was as good as mine. Let's get cleaned up and get out of here. There's fish to catch." Tyne's heart started beating again and he breathed in deeply, filling his empty lungs. He closed his eyes while making a silent promise to himself that he'd never do anything like that ever again.

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