Chapter 1
Curiosity

(McArthur High School, Algebra Class, last period)

"All right. Who wants to come up and work out this problem?" asked Mr. Miller rubbing his hands in front of the white board. "Don't everyone respond at once," he drawled sarcastically.

I slowly tried to make myself seem smaller as the teacher looked around the class for volunteers. "Jeremy, get up there," I heard a girl's voice as she poked me from behind.

"Will you stop it," I hissed. "I don't wanna go up there." I could just feel Leila rolling her eyes behind my back.

"All right guys, let's go over this one more time. I'm gonna show you how to work out the problem once again and then I'm gonna select one of you to come up and work out a different problem. Now pay attention." The teacher grabbed his blue marker and went to the board. "Okay, remember you have to get the variable by itself in front of the equal sign and you do that by…" The last bell started ringing and we all grabbed our stuff with a sigh of relief as we all started filing out.

"Jeremy, would you please stay for a moment," said Mr. Miller right before I walked out. The teacher waited until all the others had left. "Jeremy, you wanna tell me what's going on?"

"Um, about what?"

"About why you're holding yourself back. How come you didn't come up here to do this problem?"

"Because I di…"

"And don't tell me because you didn't know how. You can do a problem ten times as long in your sleep."

I stayed silent. Maybe if I keep quiet, Mr. Miller will give up and stop asking me all these questions.

"Look Jeremy, I get it. You've already skipped two grades. You're only twelve years old and you're already a freshman in high school. You wanna fit in, you wanna be part of the crowd and you don't want to stand out. Am I getting warm?"

Damn. He was on to me. I went and sat down on one of the front desks. "It's just that whenever you put a problem on the board and you ask for volunteers, I feel like everyone's staring at me expecting me to raise my hands frantically like some excited nerd trying to impress everyone all the time. Nobody likes a show off and nobody likes a know-it-all."

"Are you getting picked on or bullied?"

"That's what I'm trying to avoid."

"Jeremy, here's a bit of advice: Don't make yourself dumber to make others feel smarter. Use your capacity to learn as an opportunity, not as an obstacle. You're right – no one likes a know-it-all. But there are ways you can use your talents without flaunting them or showing them off.

"Look, you may be the youngest student in this school, but if you can find a way to use your talents to help others, pretty soon most of your fellow students will be looking up to you instead of down on you. I'll tell you what – when I call for volunteers, if you wanna come up, that's fine. If not, I'm not gonna put you on the spot. But, I want you to use all that brain juice in your head on your homework assignments. Do we have a deal?"

"Alright Mr. Miller. It's a deal," I said with half a smile. As I walked away, I started thinking about everything he said and, in a way, it kind of made sense.

"Hey Jeremy, so what'd the teacher want with you?" asked Leila tapping me from behind. "Did he want to slip his hands under your pants?"

"Leila! Will you keep your voice down? Jeeze, what is wrong with you?"

"Sor-ry. You don't have to get into a hissy fit," she said. "By the way, have I mentioned how much I just love your hair. It just feels so silky," she said quickly raking her fingers through my locks before I could pull back. "See ya," she said coquettishly as she walked away. Does this mean she likes me? Oh God, I hope not.

Leila and some of her quirky friends had been the first ones to sit with me during lunch on the first day of school. Since I was already two grades ahead, it was hard for me to make friends with the older classmates. I didn't know anyone. Most other freshmen had brought their friends with them from middle school. Not that it mattered much since I was pretty much considered a loner. Most everyone still looked at me like what's this little squirt doing around here? Shouldn't he be at the elementary school? I appreciated Leila trying to make me feel welcome and I liked talking to her once in a while, but sometimes she just annoyed the hell out of me.

I decided to head over to the library and look for some math books. Algebra was already getting boring for me and I had already figured out how to solve the most complex equations in our book. I needed something more challenging. As I was passing by the isles looking for the right section, I immediately turned around when something caught my eye. It was a book laying at the bottom of the shelf.

"Love and Sex: A Guide for Teens"

I looked around, sat down on the rug and casually pulled the large book towards me. After making sure no one was coming, I grabbed the book and took a peek through some of the pages. As soon as I saw some of the illustrations, I quickly slapped the book shut. Even though these were illustrations, they looked pretty darn close to reality. I opened up the book just a little bit and started going through the pages and stopped at a page showing a teen boy with a very large erection. I couldn't take my eyes off him as I took a hard swallow.

I turned the page and it showed a drawing of the guy lying on a bed with his fingers wrapped around his stiffy. There was a picture of some white liquid on a glass slide next to him. I looked down to where the text was to read what it had to say about all this.

"The Joys of Mastur…"

"Hello Jeremy, did you find what you were looking for?" asked a female voice standing next to me. I jumped and gasped and slapped the book shut so fast that it blew the hair out of my eyes.

"Oh ahhh… No… um, I mean, yes. The ahhh… The book just fell to the floor and I was just… I just picked it up and was putting it back," I stammered to the librarian trying to hide my woody under my pants.

"Would you like me to check that book out to you? I can also recommend some other titles if you like."

"Oh, no. Thank you. Like I said, I was just picking it up and putting it back. Well, I gotta go," I said backing away with my hands in front of me. The librarian just looked at me like she wanted to laugh. Well, that was pretty embarrassing. Still, I had instantly memorized exactly where that book was and decided to take a closer look when the place was a little less crowded.

After walking out of the school, I turned the corner and immediately pulled myself back when I saw Conner, the school's resident bully, picking on some poor helpless freshman. I could hear his irritating nasal voice as he kept tormenting the poor lad. Luckily, he hadn't set his cross hairs on me just yet. I quickly turned around and went the other way. Instead of going straight home, I walked over to the stadium to do my homework. The football players were right in the middle of their practice. Sure enough, I could see some of them pointing their fingers at me and laughing.

"Hey little boy. Are you lost? Did you lose your mommy?" one of them yelled.

Aw jeeze, I should've known. Well, so much for a little peace and quiet. I grabbed my backpack and looked around trying to figure out where else I could go. I saw one of the players coming out of the tunnel and decided to go in there. If they can't see me, they can't tease me. I sat down on one of the benches and took out my math book.

After about an hour, I just needed one more page of problems to finish when I heard the noise of the players. Practice had ended and they were heading in. I tried to leave before they got there, but it was too late and they were blocking my way as they ran by. I was expecting some more teasing but, apparently they were too exhausted for even that. I saw Erik passing by and he just gave me a cute smile. When Kevin passed by, he saw me and completely ignored me. No surprise there.

I realized I had been sitting right across from the entrance to the boy's locker room. As the boys were going in, I could see glances of most of them stripping down to their underwear and I even got to see some of them walking across completely naked heading to the showers – including Erik. Woah! It was only for a split second, but I had never seen Erik in anything less than shorts and a tee shirt.

And Erik was super cute. He was a fifteen-year-old with yellow blonde hair with bangs that partly covered his eyes. My heart skipped several beats. I didn't understand what the hell was going on with my body, but the sight of all that nudity made my penis get hard and my testicles felt tingly again. I kept moving my head trying to get a better angle as the boys filed in.

"Are you lost son?" I heard a deep voice. I looked up and saw the coach staring down at me. "Are you waiting on one of these boys?"

"Oh um, no sir."

"Well this area is restricted to just the players. You can sit up at the stadium if you want."

I grabbed my stuff and started walking off. I kept turning around to look over my shoulder as I replayed in my head all those boys stripping themselves off and wondered if what I was feeling was normal. Maybe this is just part of growing up. I walked over to the park next to the woods to finish my homework. I never liked doing my homework at the house because there was always so much noise and a lot of interruptions.

As I was sitting down under a big tree, I saw through the corner of my eye two guys passing by from a distance heading into the woods. I quickly sat up when I saw that it was Kevin and Erik. I imagined Erik walking naked out in the open and I got even more excited as I started squeezing my bulge with my fingers over my jeans. Why would they be heading into the woods? I decided to follow them from a distance.

After about thirty minutes, we arrived at somebody's house with a red barn nearby. I stood behind a tree and watched as an older teen with dirty blonde hair walked out carrying a black duffel bag heading towards the barn. Hey, that was Angelo, one of Kevin's friends. After the three of them went in, I just stood frozen where I was. What could they possibly be doing in there and what was in that duffel bag? I hope Kevin isn't involved in anything that could get him in trouble like selling drugs or something.

I noticed through the windows of the barn that some bright lights had been turned on. What the hell? I started walking around the perimeter of the barn and noticed an exterior ladder going all the way up to the loft. Dang it. Should I, or shouldn't I? Naw, I better not. It'll be too risky and if they catch me, I'm dead. Maybe I should just go home.

As I started walking away, I stopped when I heard some kind of alternative rock music coming from the barn. I cautiously walked to the side of the barn to listen. The music stopped and I could hear someone's voice. It sounded like Angelo. I put my ear against the wood so if I could hear what he was saying.

"… and guys, remember, they're gonna be reaching up and trying to pull them off just like they did last time. It's okay to give them a peek once in a while, but pull them back up again and just keep moving. You don't wanna show all the goods too soon. They can get their fill towards the end. Kevin, a little more movement from the hips. Let's try this again."

My heart started beating faster. Pull them off… pull them on… it sounded like they were… like they were… I have to find out. I just have to. I dropped my backpack on the ground and started climbing up the ladder as quietly as I could trying to contain my excitement. I climbed through the top window and inched myself ever so quietly over to the edge of the loft. I lay down on my stomach and wiggled myself forward just to where I could look down through the gap of the rail without being seen.

I gave out a silent gasp at what was happening right in front of my eyes. Oh – my – God! I was agog. Erik and Kevin were on top of a long platform wearing some tiny thong underwear you would only expect from a male stripper. They were putting back on their button shirts and buttoning themselves up. I could see two cameras mounted on one wall and two more on the opposite wall, each positioned from different angles with a bunch of lights pointed at the boys.

The guys signaled that they were ready and Angelo pressed some kind of remote that started the cameras and the music at the same time. Erik and Kevin started dancing on the platform in a way that got my heart pumping. Their bodies started swaying to the music with their hips swiveling all sexy like as they paraded themselves in opposite directions along the platform as they slowly started unbuttoning their shirts. Kevin wasn't so bad looking himself. He was a freshman and had dark brown hair just like mine with a tinge of red who was also a football player.

With their shirts completely off, they continued with what looked like synchronized moves that they had been rehearsing. Oooh, those moves. Oooh those butts. I reached down and started rubbing my stiffy with a crooked smile. I couldn't believe my luck. Erik turned to the side and started maneuvering his thin white thong provocatively pulling it down from the side a little and back up. I could clearly see the giant bulges sticking out from both Erik's and Kevin's thong sack.

Whoooa. My eyes went wide again when Erik started swiveling his bulge against Kevin's butt and Kevin started moving his butt around in circles. Holy crap. This is some serious nasty stuff. Kevin turned to one side and Erik turned to the other as they both bent down and started pulling down the back of their thongs nice and slow to the beat of the music. I can't believe I'm actually seeing Erik's butt. Are they gonna strip everything off and keep dancing naked? Oh, I hope so. I decided to be bold and actually stuck my hands under my pants and started rubbing my stiffy. Oooh, that feels so good. I wanna see Erik's penis so bad. Something I've been wanting to see since…

Suddenly, something caught my attention. I could feel like a rhythmic vibration on the wooded rail at the edge of the loft. I placed my hand against the wood and I could still feel it. It was like something was lightly pushing against it over and over again. I pulled myself up and looked around. To my surprise, there was another boy on the opposite end leaning against the rail. He was staring at the guys below sitting on his knees and I could see his arm shaking up and down really fast. What in the world is he doing?

He looked to be a little older than me with a type of reddish wavy brown hair that looked a little ruffled. I didn't have a clear view of what he was doing because of the surrounding bales of hay, but he had a real strange expression on his face. Then he saw me. Crap. His eyes went wide like saucers. He bolted himself up and I gasped. His jeans and underwear were down to his knees, and he had an erection. I got a glimpse of his penis before he frantically pulled his pants up. That means he liked what he was seeing… just like me. Maybe this has something to do with what I saw in that book at the library.

With a frightened stare, he grabbed a piece of wood and started banging it against the rail making a lot of noise through the whole barn. He turned and ran to the window and started climbing down as fast as he could. The music stopped and I could hear the boys below shouting all surprised. I just stood frozen with my mouth open as they all started climbing up to the loft to see what was going on. Crap. I am seriously and totally dead.

Angelo was the first one to reach the top and saw me. "Who the… hey, you're that new brainiac brat from school? What the fuck are you doing here?" he yelled.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

He climbed up all the way and pushed me down angrily. He grabbed a piece of wood and started coming towards me as I frantically tried to back away.

"Jeremy! Shit, what are you…? Angelo, just leave him alone," Kevin said as he and Erik climbed up in their thong underwear.

"You know this perve?"

"Of course I know him. He's my cousin Jeremy."

"Since when?"

"Since birth," Kevin said sarcastically.

"I meant, how come you never told me he was your cousin?"

"Cause you never asked. Look, here's the short version. He moved in with us during the summer and he's gonna be staying with us until his…"

I gave Kevin a pleading stare for him not to say anything more.

"Um, yeah it's a little complicated."

"Look Kevin, I don't care if he's the freaking Pope. You better make sure he doesn't squeal this to anyone. Do you have any idea what would happen if anyone finds out about this? Do you?"

"Yes Angelo," Kevin said rolling his eyes. "You've been drilling this into our heads for the past couple of months."

Angelo tapped my chest with the piece of wood and gave me a mean stare, pointing his finger at me threateningly. "Alright well, you guys might as well get dressed cause this party's over thanks to your brat cousin. I'll let you know when the next rehearsal's gonna be. I'll see you guys tomorrow at practice," he said climbing down the ladder.

During this whole time, I had been trying not to stare at Erik who had been standing with his hands on his hips in what could only be described as the sexiest pose imaginable. I was trying not to make it too obvious, but I couldn't help stealing a few glances at that sexy underwear he was wearing. Come to think of it, Kevin looked pretty hot too.

Erik walked over and held his hand out to help me up. "Hey, what's up little buddy? Here, let me give you a hand. You all right?"

I gulped. "Um… yeah, I'm doing just great." I smiled dreamingly taking a glance at his sexy chest with the hard nipples.

Kevin shoved himself in front of Erik angrily and crunched up my shirt, pushing me against the wall. "What the hell are you doing here? Huh? I already told you to stay the hell out of my way. When are you gonna get it through that thick head of yours that you're not part of this group and you're never gonna be. You're an Einstein, I'm sure you can figure that one out." Kevin put his angry face menacingly right up to mine. "Not – one – fucking… Word," he seethed in an ominous tone with gritted teeth and a murderous stare. "Erik, you deal with him. I'm so pissed off I wouldn't trust myself walking him home in the middle of the woods right now," he spat.

Erik looked at me sympathetically as Kevin started climbing down. "Hey bro, throw me up my clothes would you?" he yelled at Kevin down below. Pieces of clothing started flying up in all directions one by one up to the loft with Erik's tee shirt landing on top of his head. "Asshole," Erik mumbled as he started walking back and forth gathering his clothes. The sight of his bare butt with the thong string going down his crack at close range made me tremble with excitement.

Erik walked over to a bale of hay and dropped his clothes on top. Erik turned his back to me and to my utter delight, he pulled off his thong and kicked it to the side. He grabbed his boxer briefs and stood up straight with his legs slightly open as he was trying to straighten them out. Oooh gawd, my penis was in stiffy heaven. I just stared, and stared, and stared at his naked body with those beautiful buns and his testicles hanging down between his legs. I could feel my penis pressing hard against my jeans. I even dared to reach down and rub it a little and straighten it out while he was looking away.

I imagined myself walking up to him, cupping my hands over his bun cheeks, and just squeezing them and rubbing them and reaching in between his legs to feel his nuts. I kept staring at those buns up to the last second when he pulled up his briefs. My mouth was so full of saliva that I almost drooled from the side of my mouth. When he turned around, I started looking around awkwardly trying to look inconspicuous. I quickly went to sit down so he wouldn't notice my very obvious erection.

Erik was Kevin's best friend and liked to hang around at our house a lot. He had always been cool with me ever since I moved in. But with Kevin, it was different. He never allowed me to hang around with them while Erik was there, even when he spent the night. I was still trying to find my place at my Uncle Owen's house. At least I had my little cousin Sammy to keep me company. He was more than eager to share his room with me when I moved in. He was cute but he was also very rambunctious and always full of energy.

I knew that Kevin was feeling resentful towards me. One time I overheard Uncle Owen scolding Kevin out in the kitchen about his grades and asking him why he can't be more like me. How could Uncle Owen be so dumb? I knew after that he was gonna hate me even more. Kevin had seen me standing in the living room and he knew that I had heard. He angrily bumped me on the shoulder as he passed by and stomped up the stairs towards his room slamming the door. Kevin had warned me not to tell anyone at school that we were related. That's why I was surprised when he told Angelo that we were cousins.

But ever since I saw Erik for the first time, I was just drawn to him. On the rare occasions when he and Kevin were playing around, there were instances where he would look in my direction and give me a sexy smile with a naughty expression. Man, I wish he would've turned himself around right now while he was changing so I could've seen his penis. I wonder what it looks like. Is it long or short? Does it hang down vertically or slightly horizontal? Does it point up when he has an erection?

God, I wanted so bad to be a part of their group especially now after I saw what I saw. But, what exactly did I see? Erik had been rubbing his erection against Kevin's butt and Kevin was going along with it. And why was Angelo recording it? And what was he talking about when he said something about rehearsals. If only that idiot hadn't messed everything up, I would've seen both of them strip completely naked.

I started wondering about that boy. Why the hell would he do that to me knowing I would get caught? Who was he? I've never seen him before, not even at school. And those clothes he was wearing, they looked ragged and worn out and full of holes, even his shoes. What was he doing up here? Well, I know what he was doing, but…

"Hey, how you doing? You okay?" asked Erik kneeling down in front of me looking a little concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"I'm sorry about Kevin. He just seems threatening, but he's really not."

"I know. His bark is worse than his bite. This is not the first time he pushes me against the wall. But he's never hit me before, so I guess that's good. Probably because he knows my uncle would beat the crap out of him."

"Alright well, let's get out of here then."

As we were walking through the woods, we both stayed silent with our own thoughts. I had so many questions, but I didn't want to get Erik in trouble with Kevin for spilling their secrets. When we finally reached the park, Erik had me follow him to one of the picnic tables.

"Well, aren't you gonna ask me? I know you're dying to," Erik said waiting for me to sit down.

"Didn't you hear Kevin? Not one effing word, remember? And did you see the way Angelo pointed his finger at me? I don't think you should be telling me any of this. I… I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Pffff… I'm not gonna get in trouble. We'll just keep this between me and you. I'll tell you what – you ask me one question and I'll answer truthfully. Then I ask you one question, and you have to answer truthfully."

"Alright, it's a deal."

"Okay, ask away?"

I thought for a few seconds trying to formulate my question in a way where I would get the most information. "Why was Angelo filming you and Kevin doing a strip dance?"

Erik held up his pinky finger. "Before I answer, you have to pinky swear that you won't tell anyone."

"I swear," I said smiling as we pulled on each other's pinky.

"Alright. Well, have you noticed lately that me and Kevin and Angelo have been wearing some awesome new digs and some super expensive shoes?" he said pinching up his shirt to try to impress me.

"No, not really," I said looking confused.

Erik looked disappointed. "Well anyways, a couple of months ago, Angelo told me and Kevin that he's been chatting with someone on some secure blog and this someone offered to pay a lot of money for some recordings of some of us guys doing a little bit of the nasty with each other. And I'm talking about tens of gigs of super high quality stuff. So Angelo's been like our director. He makes the recordings, he sends them off to this someone through the web, and Angelo gets a lot of money deposited into a secure bank account, and we all get an equal share."

"But, isn't that like kind of illegal?"

"Only if you get caught," he said with a big smile. "But that's not all. Angelo started setting up random nights for us to do a strip dance performance inside his barn in front of a group of select gentlemen. These customers are obviously by invitation only. I'm not sure exactly how he makes these arrangements, but it's all done in secret through the web. They pay a handsome fee to see us handsome dudes do our stuff, and we get paid even more money. Isn't that great? So today, that's what we were doing in that barn. We were rehearsing for an upcoming gig."

"But what about Angelo's parents? How does he keep them from finding out?"

"He lives with his grandma who's almost ninety years old. She's totally conked out when all this is going on."

"So, do you and Kevin strip completely naked?" I asked with a curious sexy smile. "What else do you and Kevin do to each other during your performances besides strip?" I asked salaciously just bursting with curiosity.

"You've already used up your first question. Now it's my turn."

"Fine," I said disappointed. "What's your question?"

"How come you moved in with your uncle during the summer? What happened to your parents?"

Damn. I knew he was gonna ask me that. He must've noticed my hesitation.

"Hey, you know what? It's okay. I can just ask you another question."

"No, no. A deal's a deal, fair and square. The reason I moved into my uncle's house was because my dad was… Well, he was um, sent to prison."

"Jeremy, I'm so sorry. What for? What did he do?"

"I… I don't want to talk about it. Besides, you've already used up your question."

"One more question. What about your mom?

"I never had a mom. She died when I was born. I had a step mom and a step brother for some time, but she left us and told me someday I would understand, whatever that means."

"That's a tough break dude. But listen, I'll talk to Kevin and tell him to stop ragging on you so hard. Don't worry," he said after seeing the alarm on my face. "I'm not gonna tell him we talked. I'll just bring it up casually."

I slowly stood up and looked over Erik's shoulder. That boy from the barn was sitting on top of the small rise right in front of me. He just kept staring down at us. No – he kept staring directly at me. It didn't look like a mean stare. It looked more like he was studying me. The boy stood up, turned around and disappeared.

"What happened?" Erik said turning around. "Hey bro, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I… I thought I saw something, but it was nothing." I decided to keep this mystery boy a secret for a while. There was something familiar about him that I just couldn't put my finger on. I had a fleeting flashback of… something. Damn. It was there for a second, but it was gone before my mind could grab ahold of it.

As me and Erik continued walking to my house, I just kept thinking about Erik's cute and sexy butt back at the barn and about everything he had confided in me. I just had to find a way to be a part of their group. What could I do to make Kevin accept me? I just had to find a way.

Chapter 2
The Milky Way

(The following day during school lunch)

I was sitting out on the patio on one of the round metal tables eating my lunch. Leila and one of her friends were sitting with me. I always preferred sitting in the same spot because of the view. That is, because Kevin and Erik always sat at the same spot a couple of tables away. Of course, Kevin just ignored me like he always does, but he wasn't the one I was interested in staring at. It was Erik who I was always focused on. I just loved the way the gentle breeze made his long bangs sway so sexy like.

Everyone got quiet all of a sudden. Leila's eyes went wide as she and her friend grabbed their tray and moved away. What's going on? And then I heard that dreaded voice. It was Conner talking to one of his minions.

"… and the stupid twerp was shaking like a vibrator when I pulled down his underwear and stuck a firecracker up his ass and lighted it up. You should've seen his face when it popped," he laughed with a snort. "Pop goes the weasel!" he cackled.

I was so nervous that I even stopped chewing. Maybe if I don't move, he won't notice me like in that dinosaur movie. But based on everyone's expression, I just knew he was standing right behind me. Oh no. So much for wishful thinking.

"Hey Jeremy, tell me something smart." That mocking voice with the nasal tone of his was unmistakable. Everyone seemed to be afraid of this sophomore and for good reason. Not only did he sound mean, he looked mean too. He was a gangly teen who looked about sixteen with light brown hair that was cut really short like if he was in the military. His reputation as the school bully was well known. Dang it. I knew that one of these days he was gonna zero in on me. Why did it have to be today?

"Hey Jeremy, I'm talking to you! I said tell me something smart."

Everyone just looked at me like if they already knew what was gonna happen and were already feeling sorry for me. I even noticed one of the girls doing the sign of the cross. That can't be a good sign. Oh God, I don't know if I can handle this. I closed my eyes tight and just wished he would just leave me alone. Please go away, please go away, please go away.

"Hellooo! Earth to Jeremy," he said knocking on my head as he straddled the seat right next to me. "You're not ignoring me, are you?"

I quietly shook my head looking down. My heart was pumping so hard with fear. What if he tries to pop a firecracker up my butt too?

"I'll tell you what. I'll make this easy on you. Just tell me what's the name of our galaxy?"

I just kept staring down willing myself not to cry and hoping this would go away soon.

"Hey, answer the question," Conner said angrily pushing me hard.

I noticed Erik standing up angrily and getting ready to come defend me which gave me a little bit of hope. But Kevin held him back. "Dude, just… he needs to learn how to fight his own battles," Kevin said softly.

"Not like this. Bro, he's only twelve. Not exactly a fair fight if you ask me," Erik mumbled sitting back down.

"Well?" Conner prompted.

"The Milky Way," I mumbled softly swallowing hard.

"What?"

"The Milky Way," I mumbled a little louder.

"Hmm, it's hard to understand what you're saying. Hey, maybe we need a visual aid to make it easier," he said looking around. He grabbed my milk carton and started pouring the milk over my head. I heard some gasps as everyone stared with their eyes wide.

"Oh, I'm beginning to get it now. It's called the Milky… the Milky something. Hmm, what is that last word?" he asked snapping his fingers. He grabbed the milk carton from somebody else's tray and started pouring the milk down the back of my shirt.

This was so humiliating. I tensed up at the coldness of the liquid flowing down my back and down into my pants. When is this going to end? Please make this end.

"Ooooooh… The Milky Way! Now I get it. Thanks Jeremy," he said slapping me hard on the back of my soaked shirt. "You've been a great help," he laughed.

I just sat there frozen looking down as milk dripped down from my hair. I didn't know what to do. I was too scared to even move.

Erik suddenly shot up from his chair angrily. Kevin grabbed his arm to hold him back, but Erik forcefully pulled away.

"Kevin, what is wrong with you? He's your cousin. I can't believe you're just gonna sit there and let this asshole bully him like that. Fuck this."

Erik went to confront Conner and pushed him hard, throwing him to the ground. "Hey you fucken maniac, why are you always picking on people smaller than you? What, you're not man enough to pick on someone your own size?" There was a moment of stunned silence before everyone started scrambling to get themselves out of the way of an upcoming fight.

Conner got himself up in a rage getting ready to charge when he noticed Kevin rushing up to stand next to Erik in a fighting stance. I also noticed a few teachers and the resource officer quickly walking our way. "Oh, you're dead Goldilocks. I ain't afraid of nobody. You better watch your backs cause I'll take on both of you dickheads."

"Bring it on, bitch," yelled Erik while Kevin held him back.

"That goes for you too, Einstein," Conner said pointing at me. "Just wait. This ain't over yet. I'll pick on whoever the fuck I want." Conner turned around and stormed off.

"Alright everyone, show's over," Erik said looking around. "Hey, thanks for having my back," he said to Kevin.

"Yeah, well I did it for you, not for him." He didn't even look at me as he walked away.

Erik sat down next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Hey, Conner's done a lot worse than this. You got it easy today. You're okay, it's just milk." Erik leaned into me. "And whatever you do, don't cry. Not here in front of everyone. I know you want to, but just suck it up. When you walk out of here, I want you walking out with your head up high, you hear me?"

I felt myself starting to cry and quickly made myself stop. He's right. No point in humiliating myself even more. I looked up at Erik and gave him a grateful smile. I got on my feet, bent down and started shaking the milk out of my hair.

"Aaaay, there you go. Hey look everyone," he said looking at the crowd. "Y'all are getting a free milk shake. Let's show a little appreciation huh?" he said clapping his hands. Everyone started smiling and clapping their hands encouragingly which washed away some of the tension and made me feel a little more welcomed.

"Hey, come on. Let's get you cleaned up."

We walked into the boy's restroom where Erik pulled out the roll of paper towels from the dispenser. He tore off a long sheet and started drying my hair and trying to soak up as much milk as he could from my shirt. I just kept staring at him the whole time wondering why he was always so nice to me. I looked at him admiringly as I replayed how he had pushed Conner down to the ground. That was so awesome.

"Pull down you pants."

I blinked at Erik's unexpected request. "Wh… What?"

"Pull down your pants."

"What for?"

"So you can soak off the milk from your underwear." Erik stared at me. "Oh my God, are you shy?" he asked trying not to laugh.

"Nooo," I said derisively reaching down to unbuckle my belt. As I was unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down my zipper, I could feel my penis getting hard. I tried to stop it, but I just couldn't. I've pulled down my pants in front of other boys before, but this just felt different with Erik standing right in front of me. I decided to just open the flap instead of pulling them down. I tore off another sheet of paper towel and started passing it over my underwear all around making sure my pants wouldn't drop down. I tried to hide my bulge as much as I could but sometimes it just kept popping out.

After I was done, Erik looked at me and started shaking his head. "Dude, this is not gonna work. You're already starting to stink like spoiled milk. You're not gonna make it through the rest of the day wearing those clothes. Come on, I have an idea."

We exited through a side door and headed straight to the stadium. "Where are we going?"

"To the locker room. Guys are always leaving their sweat pants and sweat shirts in there and they throw them in the lost and found. I'm gonna see if I can get you a change of clothes. You're also gonna have to wash all that spoiled milk off your body."

I stopped in mid step at hearing that last sentence. Wash off the milk? As in getting in the shower? In front of Erik? Naked?! I was getting really confused at how my body was reacting to this. I felt excited at the thought of Erik seeing me buck naked. But I also felt extremely embarrassed. I've never showered in front of anyone before in my life. What if I get an erection and he sees it and gets freaked out?

"What's wrong," Erik said turning around.

"Oh um, nothing. It's just that… Won't we be late for class?"

"I'll ask the coach to write us a tardy slip. Come on."

When we got to the locker room, Erik asked me to wait outside while he went in to talk to the coach. After a couple of minutes, Erik and the coach stepped out.

"… and Erik, you're cutting it pretty close, son. You get those grades up or you're not gonna make it to the playoffs. I need all my good players. Alright well, I'm heading down to the faculty meeting now. Here's the key and don't you dare lose it. When you boys are done, lock it up and drop the key off at the front office. If any of your teachers give you any shit, you let me know." The coach looked at me. "Hey Jeremy, I hear you got into a little spat with that Conner kid. You stay tough and don't let that psycho give you any more shit. Erik here's a good kid. He'll take good care of you."

"Thank you so much coach," Erik said as the coach walked off. "Come on in Jeremy."

I felt a slight tremble when I realized where I was walking into. The football locker room. Wow. This is the very spot where a bunch of boys strip off all their clothes just like that. I stared at the circular showers and imagined the room full of nude boys lathering their hot bodies. Back at the elementary school, nobody ever used the showers. I don't think they were even working. I was in awe as I just looked around trying to soak in every single detail. This is the exact spot where, for a split second, I saw Erik walking by naked.

"Hey, why don't you step in the shower while I look around for some clothes for you?"

"Wait," I said before Erik walked off. "I don't have a towel."

Erik walked me around the corner to a wall of shelves full of towels. "Take your pick."

"Wow. That's a lot of towels," I said grabbing one at random.

I walked over to the showers and looked around curiously. I sat down on the bench to the side and started taking off my shoes and my socks. I pulled off my shirt and peeked around the corner to see if Erik was around, but I couldn't see him. I slowly undid my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles while taking another peek around the corner. I still couldn't see him. I kicked them to the side and quickly dashed into the showers with my underwear still on. It took me a moment to figure out how to get the water going. I gave out a loud shriek and jumped back when I felt the freezing water hit my chest.

"What's wrong?" Erik asked in alarm as he ran in.

"It's freezing!"

"Just give it a few seconds and it'll warm up. Why are you showering in your underwear?"

"I'm not. I mean… I was about to pull them off," I lied. Oh my God. I dreaded this moment. I felt so confused. I was so embarrassed getting naked in front of Erik, but at the same time, I wanted him to see me naked so bad. I wanted him to want to see me naked. And how do I get rid of this darn erection?

It would make it a lot easier if he just waited outside. But it just wouldn't be as interesting. What should I do? What if I just pull off my underwear and keep myself turned away so he doesn't see my stiffy but only sees… I turned to the side and my eyes went wide when I saw Erik standing next to me and I quickly turned my body away.

"Bro, you're acting as if you have a pair of tits and a pussy. I get it – you're shy and that's normal for a boy your age. But you're in high school now. You're gonna have to start getting used to getting naked in front of other guys. Jeremy, turn around and look at me. No, don't just turn your face. Turn your whole body around. Look, I know you're popping a boner and that's why you're embarrassed, right? Well big deal. All guys get boners in the showers once in a while. It happens, it's normal."

"Why… Why are you doing this?" I asked all confused.

"Cause I'm trying to help you. I'm trying to break you in. I want you to start feeling comfortable with your body. If you start acting like this with other guys, they're just gonna start picking on you. You're a twelve-year-old who went from elementary school straight to high school and I'm trying to catch you up. I'm doing this for you. Bro, turn around and pull down your underwear and just get it over with. I know you're embarrassed but don't think about it. Just do it. Show me that you got some real balls. Come on bro, just fucking do it."

I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. He's right. I'm in high school now. I have to do this. He already knows I have a stiffy so what am I hiding? And that remark about me having women's… What did he call them? Tits?… And a vagina? That really stung. I turned around to face him swallowing hard. I took a deep breath and with a look of determination, I hooked my tighty whities and just pulled them down. Well, I finally got what I wanted. I stood buck naked in front Erik, whom I thought was extremely cute and sexy, erection and all.

Erik started clapping slowly with a crooked smile. "Good job bro. You've already got through the hardest part. Now pull them up and drop 'em again."

"What?"

"You heard me. The more you do it, the easier it gets. Go on."

I slipped on my wet undies and pulled them down again. He was right. I didn't feel as embarrassed as before. For the next few minutes, he had me do it again a few more times. He started teasing me playfully and started to make me laugh, making me feel a lot more comfortable and less embarrassed.

"Okay, okay – now do it a little more slowly and move your hips a little bit while you're pulling them down." I started noticing a difference in the way he was staring at my body. There was like a glint in his eyes and something else. Whatever it was, it somehow made me feel good. I wanted him to keep staring at me like that.

I started moving my body in a more sexy way and I felt like this exercise was turning into some kind of performance. My stiffy hadn't gone away and in fact, it felt even harder. With a sexy smile, I started swiveling my hips and trying to make my body move the way I had seen Erik and Kevin doing it at the barn. I turned around and pulled my underwear up to give myself a wedgie. Then I kept pulling the back of my undies up and down towards Erik.

"Hey, there you go. Oooh, you're a hottie. You're a natural," he said leering at me. He walked behind me and wrapped his arms around me picking me up. "Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked in a playful tease.

"No," I said laughing as I felt something hard pressing under my butt. I was ecstatic. Here I was alone in the boy's shower with Erik's arms around my naked body and his erection pressing against me.

Erik put me down and knelt in front of me. He looked at my underwear with a serious expression and then slowly pulled it all the way down taking a good stare at my stiffy. I noticed he started breathing harder. "Ahh, the hell with it," he mumbled. "I think I spilled some of that milk on me too. Would you mind if I take a shower with you?"

"Wh… What?" I gulped. "I mean um, no – absolutely not! I mean – I wouldn't mind. Of course you can take a shower if you want to."

Erik looked almost desperate as he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. The whole time, he just kept staring at my hard penis. I can't believe this is gonna happen. This is freaking gonna happen. My heart was pounding and I was breathing just as hard as Erik was. Does this mean we're gonna have sex together? I've never had sex before. I was really nervous. How is this supposed work? I mean, I have a penis, and he has a penis. So does he…? I mean, how are we supposed to…? Man, I should've checked out that sex book from the library when I had the chance.

When he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper, I could clearly see his penis had gotten enormous under his underwear. He pulled off his pants and stood right in front of me with his underwear still on. The bulge of his penis was actually touching my stomach and his breathing became even faster.

Erik put his hands on my shoulders and looked down at my body. "You know what? What you were doing right now, that was sooo… You'd make a damn good…"

"Hey," I said shakily. "Why are you showering with your underwear still on?" I teased as I placed my hand on his chest. I glided my hand over the tip of his nipple and started running my fingers lower and lower until they reached the elastic of his underwear. I figured he wanted me to pull them down just like he pulled mine down. And I sure wanted to so bad. My hands were trembling a little with anticipation.

I slipped my fingers under the elastic and stretched it out. There it was as big as I had imagined it. His penis was humongous. It was beautifully circumcised and it just made my body flush from top to bottom. I felt an irresistible need that I couldn't explain. I just knew it made me feel extremely good inside. I knelt down and started pulling his undies off, never taking my eyes off of that irresistible erection which was pointing straight up just like I had imagined it.

I cleared my throat and stood up. I tore my stare from his penis and looked up at Erik, wondering what was gonna happen next. Still breathing hard, he grabbed my hand and placed my palm over his erection and his testicles. As my eyes opened wide with excitement, Erik's eyes closed in pleasure as he let out a soft groan.

Then I flinched unexpectedly as I felt Erik cupping his own hand over my privates. He pressed his fingers over my stiffy and started rubbing. I wrapped my fingers around his erection and started mimicking his motions. I was lost in all these wonderful sensations. His penis felt very warm and leathery and it kept twitching in my fingers. For a moment I was starting to feel a little weird. I wasn't used to any of this stuff. All of this was like way out there. I started remembering all those things we learned during health class about good touching and bad touching. This is definitely bad touching. But then, how come it feels so darn good?

Then suddenly, Erik stepped back and everything stopped. "Wait," he said swallowing. "We need to stop." He turned around and started getting dressed. "I um, I think it's getting late. You better finish your shower so we can get back to class," he said while putting on his shoes. "I'll wait for you outside," he hollered as he walked out the door.

What? What just happened? What did I do? We were having so much fun. I thought we were gonna… I don't get it. I finished my shower and got dressed as fast as I could. On our way back to class, Erik was unusually quiet which made me feel sad.

"Erik, did I do something wrong?" I asked with my head down.

Erik led me to one of the benches outside and we both sat down. He gave me a comforting smile. "No, you didn't do anything wrong. In fact, you were um… Look, I'm sorry. It's just that I kind of felt like I was taking things a little too far. Hey, and I'm sorry I pressured you into doing all that other stuff. Can we keep this between me and you?" he asked holding up his pinky finger.

I smiled back as we gave each other the pinky swear. "Don't worry. It'll be our little secret." I just loved the way it sounded saying that to Erik. "Oh, and thanks for standing up for me. That was pretty cool the way you pushed Conner down like that. I'm sure glad that at least someone's on my side."

"That guy's a serious wacko. Sometimes he scares me the way he looks at people with a crazed look in his eyes."

"Why is he like that?"

"I don't know, it must be something mental. But he's pretty pissed off because he didn't make the tryouts for football. Now he's blaming everyone but himself. Just stay away from him. But hey, you did great back at the showers. I'm proud of you," he exclaimed returning to his usual self. "You stepped off the ledge and conquered your fears. You went from totally prude to totally nude, dude. You practically became a… I mean, um, that was pretty awesome," he said holding up his hand for a high-five. "Come on, it's getting late."

On my way to class, one thing that kept popping into my mind was the fact that I had my fingers wrapped around his giant woody and he had his hand over my smaller woody. I loved the way he kept staring at my body and how he had called me a hottie. I spent the rest of the day in a fog of flashbacks as I tried to recall every single detail of what had just happened. I felt like this was a new beginning for me. I felt like me and Erik had formed some kind of connection with each other.

He taught me a lot of things today and somehow managed to get me to do stuff that I thought I never had the guts to do. Something I actually enjoyed doing. I liked the way it felt to do all those sexy things in front of him and I could tell that he really liked it too. In a way, it was kind of worth it what Conner did to me. If it weren't for him pouring that milk on me, none of this would've happened. But there was something else he had said in the showers before I interrupted him. He said I'd make a darned good… What? I'd make a good what?

(Saturday afternoon)

I had already spent almost two hours riding Kevin's bike around the city park next to the woods looking for that mystery boy. I even ventured into the woods a little bit, but the rough ground made it hard for me to keep pedaling. Maybe he's looking at me right now from some of these trees. I looked up to see if he had climbed up on one of the tall branches. I saw some movement from the woods coming towards me and I quickly rode my bike behind a tree. But it was just a guy and a girl walking by holding hands. Rats.

As I was getting ready to head home, I heard some sirens coming from a distance. I dismissed it as background noise and took off riding the bike on the sidewalk. The sirens started getting closer and closer… And closer. In fact, two cop cars turned the corner and were coming straight for me. I stopped the bike and stood frozen wondering what was going on. Running across the park at full speed was that boy I was looking for.

The cops were after him. When the boy turned towards the woods, he was blocked by a cop who had been waiting to ambush him. The cops in the other vehicles stopped in the middle of the street and started chasing after him. The boy quickly turned around like a jack rabbit and speeded off towards the street. He started weaving through the light traffic on the other street up ahead. The cops all started running to their parked cop cars with the flashing lights.

I've seen this boy. I just know it. Even though I couldn't remember him, I knew this was important somehow. Without even thinking, I took off on Kevin's bike and pedaled furiously towards the cop car in the front getting ready to speed off. As the car started moving, I purposely slammed the bike against the front side and felt myself being flung on top of the hood. The car screeched to a stop causing the other car behind him to also come to a sudden stop.

I dropped myself down to the ground and started crying out in pain holding my leg pretending as if I had broken it. The rest of the officers quickly jumped out of their cars and ran to check on me. I could hear one of them calling for an ambulance as I was surrounded by the rest asking me where it hurt.

A few minutes later, I had managed to convince everyone that my leg was feeling better and I even started walking around on it to show them. The officers finally agreed and drove away.

I turned towards the woods and saw that boy standing next to a tree just staring at me. I stood still for a moment and stared back.

"Hey! I wanna talk to you!" I yelled. As I started walking towards him, he immediately turned and disappeared. "I just saved your butt and this is how you repay me?"

I looked at the twisted wheel of Kevin's bike and groaned. Uncle Owen's gonna kill me. And then Kevin's gonna kill me again. What the hell did I just do? I hope this juvenile delinquent appreciates what I just did for him. You owe me, whoever you are.

Chapter 3
Taking the Rap

After having to walk Kevin's bike all the way home with a wobbly wheel, I was pretty tired as I quietly walked the bike through the side gate and leaned it against the back storage shed. As I was walking away, I froze as I got a whiff of something familiar. I immediately knew what it was. And to make it worse, Uncle Owen was coming out the back door. Oh, this can't be good. Before he saw me, I opened the storage door and dashed right in. Kevin, Erik and Angelo were inside smoking weed. All three of them reacted with surprise.

"Hey, what the fuck Kevin. I thought you said no one was home. Now your cousin's gonna be ratting on us for sure."

"Quiet," I hissed. "Kevin, your dad's coming." Before Kevin could react, I reached out and grabbed his joint from his hand and took a few puffs which immediately put me into a coughing fit. "Get rid of the other ones," I coughed almost choking.

The other two boys dropped their joints on the floor trying to stomp them out with their feet. Then they scrambled to sweep them under any crevice they could find. I noticed a baggie of joints on the counter and quickly put it in my pocket.

"Kevin!" What the hell's going on in here? Are you boys smoking pot?" yelled Owen.

All three boys just stood frozen with their mouths slightly open not knowing what to say. I quickly raised my hand to say something, but I was still coughing smoke through my nose so it was hard to talk. "It was me," I choked out. "It was me and they were trying to stop me."

Uncle Owen didn't look very convinced and just stared at us trying to figure out what was going on. "Boys, time to go home. You can come back tomorrow okay?"

"Yes sir," said Erik and Angelo as they quickly stepped out.

Uncle Owen stood right in front of me with his hand out. I slowly pulled out the baggie from my pocket and placed it on his palm. By now I wasn't coughing as hard. "Where'd you get these?" he asked in a dangerous tone.

"I… I found them in the park by the woods," I said looking up at him with my head down. "I'm sorry Uncle Owen. I was just curious. I promise I'll never…"

"Go to your room and stay there until I call you," he snapped. I felt my eyes getting watery. Uncle Owen had never been this mad at me before.

"Kevin, stay," he commanded as Kevin was about to follow me out. When I walked out, I could hear him talking to Kevin through an open window and decided to listen in.

"Kevin, is Jeremy telling the truth?"

"Y… Yes sir."

"Look, I know you and Jeremy haven't been getting along very well, and in a way, it's kind of my fault. I shouldn't have compared you to Jeremy about your grades. That was wrong of me and I'm sorry. Each one of us have our strengths and weaknesses. And just because Jeremy has a gift, it doesn't make him any better than you. He may have the knowledge, but he doesn't have the smarts to use it. You do. He may be intelligent, but he doesn't have the wisdom. You do.

"I know it's not your responsibility to be looking after him at school, but he's family. He's my brother's son. I gave him my word that I would do my best to look after him and keep him safe. He may be ready for high school intellectually, but maturity-wise, he's gonna need a little push and a lot of guidance. I'm not asking you to take him under your wing, just keep an eye out, just like you were doing right now. I mean, that's what you and your friends were doing, right? Trying to stop him from smoking that joint?"

"Um, yeah… I guess."

"Well good job Kevin. I'm proud of you. And as of today, the honeymoon's over. From now on, Jeremy will be treated just like you and Sammy. No more going easy on him and no more special treatment. Jeremy's punishment will be as strong as if it were you I was punishing. All of you will be treated equally and fairly. Come here and give your old man a hug."

"Dad, what happened to Uncle Mike? Why was he sent to prison?"

"One day I'll tell you the whole story, but not today. Not yet. And don't be bothering Jeremy about that either. But I'll tell you one thing – Mike swears on your grandmother's grave that he's innocent of all the charges."

Wait, what? Dad's innocent? What is Uncle Owen talking about? No one ever told my anything about that. But how could that be? I saw my dad… Dang it, they're coming. I better get to my room before they see me.

When I got to my room, Sammy and his friend Jacob were playing with an electronic race track racing their little cars around the track on top of his bed. Both were typical eight-year-old boys, Sammy with wavy reddish-brown hair and Jacob with black hair combed down. They were wearing tight speedos and short tank tops apparently planning to go splash around in the small kiddie pool inside the garage.

I went and lay down on my bed against the opposite wall. Instead of being annoyed of all the noise, I kept looking through the corner of my eye at their cute little butts. Being an only child, I was used to having my own room with my own space. But Sammy had kind of grown attached to me and it felt good to have some company once in a while. And both boys were really cute, especially Jacob.

"Aren't you boys gonna go splash around in your pool?"

"Yeah, but me and Jacob wanted to play with this first. Hey, you wanna play with us?"

"Maybe in a little bit," I said as I rested my arm over my forehead. I was so exhausted from having to walk home all the way from the park. The drone of the little cars racing around and around must've made me doze off. I opened my eyes and I saw Sammy and Jacob playing with some other toy cars on the floor and on their beds. They started rolling their cars up onto my bed and continued with their adventures of cops and robbers. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

Then they started rolling their cars over my body and over my shorts. I was about to say something, but for some reason, it kind of felt good in a nasty sort of way. I could feel my penis getting hard. It got so hard that Jacob started hiding his car behind it. They kept shooting imaginary guns at each other and Sammy started chasing his car after Jacob's around my bulge sticking up. Then they got quiet. I could hear them giggling and whispering.

"Hey Sammy, look. Jeremy has a stiffy," whispered Jacob.

"I dare you to take a peek," whispered Sammy. I could feel the bottom of my shorts being pulled up.

"Look, I can see his balls," whispered Jacob with a giggle. "I dare you to touch them."

"Okay, but if I touch his balls, you're gonna have to touch his weiner."

I felt a finger touching my testicles. Then another finger touching my penis. Then they started grabbing me all over my privates, giggling to themselves the whole time. As confusing as it was trying to figure out why they were doing this, I didn't care. This felt like, really, really good. I started imagining grabbing their privates and pressing my body against their naked bodies. Except for when Erik put his hand over my stiffy, all these sensations were totally new to me. I had a growing sensation of wanting to do a lot more with these boys. And then, Uncle Owen had to ruin it.

"Sammy! Where are you?"

Both boys quickly pulled their dirty little hands out of my shorts and opened the door. "I'm right here dad!"

"I already filled the pool for you guys. If you're gonna get in, you better do it now cause it's getting close to dinner time."

"Cool. Thanks dad. Come on Jacob," shouted Sammy as both boys ran off.

My uncle came and sat down on my bed next to me. "We need to talk."

"I know. I'm sorry. I was just riding Kevin's bike at the park and then I looked inside the trash and…"

"I know you're lying, Jeremy."

"What? No I'm not."

My uncle put his hand up. "I know you're lying and I know you're trying to cover for Kevin and his friends. You saw me coming out and I saw you rushing in to warn them. Am I right?"

I nodded looking down. "But, how come you didn't…?"

"Because I know what you're trying to do," he said softly. "You wanna show Kevin and his friends that you're willing to take some punches for them. That you're willing to take the rap for them. You wanna be accepted. You wanna be included and I can appreciate that. Just give it some time okay? So, I'm gonna let this pass just for this one time. But I'm still gonna have to punish you to make it look good. Extra chores for the rest of the week. Deal?"

"I can live with that," I said with a smile. "Thanks Uncle Owen."

I turned on the small TV in our room and started watching the Science Channel for a while. Later on, both boys came back in dripping wet with their towels over their shoulders as they closed and locked the door. They looked at each other with a smile for a moment, and then started pulling off their speedos.

Sammy was not at all bashful and I had seen him naked a few times after his showers or when he was changing. I enjoyed looking at his body, but I always tried to look away cause I didn't want him to see me staring. But Jacob, oh my God… His body was gorgeous and so sexy and he wasn't bashful either. His penis was small, but jut seeing his overall nakedness made it hard, literally, for me to look away. Both of their penises seemed to be growing in size, including mine.

I stared at both of them through the corner of my eye as they dried themselves off. They kept staring at each other's stiffies. Sammy got up on his bed and started jumping on it. Of course, Jacob couldn't resist and went up and joined him. I couldn't stop staring at the way their little nuggets kept jiggling all over the place.

Sammy jumped down and grabbed one of the toy cars they had been playing with and handed it to Jacob who had also jumped down. Then he lay down on his bed with his hands behind his head. Jacob immediately started rolling it on Sammy's body and then rolled it to over his penis and testicles as they both giggled.

I couldn't believe I was seeing this. These boys were really impressionable. Then Jacob lay down and Sammy started rolling the car over Jacob's privates. I started thinking about how good it felt when they had their little hands all over my junk. And they were liking it. I'm definitely gonna remember that.

"Hey Jeremy, you wanna play with us now?" asked Jacob with a crooked smile.

I sat up and openly stared. "I um…"

Sammy came and handed me the toy car. I took a hard swallow and slowly knelt down in front of the bed. I started following the length of Jacob's nude body with my eyes from head to toe. It was just so smooth and delicate. He was just lying there completely naked and he didn't care that I was staring at him.

Jacob opened up his legs and brought his knees up. His butt cheeks looked so plump. Are these boys seeing this as one of their innocent games, or are they seeing this as nasty play? Seeing his stiffy twitching and his testicles contracting gave me my answer. I placed the car on top of his knee and rolled it down toward his scrotum.

I wanted to feel his butt with my hand, but I wasn't sure. I started rolling the car in circles around his hard penis and his scrotum and slowly repeated the motions over and over again, slightly touching the bottom of his testicles with the back of my fingers. Then Jacob rolled himself over and shifted to where his privates were right on top of my hand. Then he started making humping motions and without even thinking, I rotated my hand so that his privates would land on my palm during his humping.

I felt so excited it was hard to contain myself. Feeling his crotch on my hand and seeing his sexy naked butt going up and down made me feel so good down there that I started rubbing myself. I knew Sammy was watching so I tried not to make it too obvious. It seemed like the more I rubbed myself, the better it kept feeling. I came to a point where it felt so good that I started getting a weird feeling down there. I noticed I started breathing a little faster. It felt like if I kept going, something was gonna happen and I got a little worried.

"Jacob, what are you doing?" asked Sammy looking a little annoyed as Jacob kept humping over my palm.

"I'm just playing," said Jacob stopping his motions. "I was seeing if Jeremy could pull the car out before I landed on it again."

"Oh, okay. That was cool," Sammy said innocently. "Can I try?"

"No, it's Jeremy's turn to lie down," Jacob said. He rolled himself to the side freeing my still open palm and gave me a weird smile as he kept shifting his eyes at my face and at his stiffy back and forth. "You wanna take off your shorts and lie down?"

"Wh… What?"

"It's his turn, Jeremy," insisted Sammy. "You did it to him, now you have to let him do it to you."

"But…"

Suddenly someone knocked on the locked door.

"Jeremy, are you in there?" yelled Kevin through the door. I immediately dashed to my bed and lay down. Sammy unlocked the door and opened it, not even caring that they were still naked. Jacob just leaned himself against the headboard of the bed with his knees up and his legs slightly open.

Kevin popped his head in and immediately focused his gaze on Jacob. His gaze lingered for a moment, then turned to look at me. "Hey Jeremy, go wash up. Dinner's gonna be ready. Sammy, you better hurry up and get dressed."

Kevin closed the door and after a moment, opened it up again. "Hey Jacob," Kevin said with a smile. "You um… You look nice. I mean um… You better get dressed too." Kevin stared at Jacob for a few more seconds and cleared his throat before closing the door. Then he opened it again. "Oh and uh, nice to see you again."

Okay, what was that about? But wait, what just happened? Kevin actually called me by name? And he wasn't even mean or rude about it. He talked to me like a normal person. He's never called on me to come to dinner. What's going on? I smiled to myself and looked with regret when I noticed the boys were no longer naked. When Jacob had asked me to pull my shorts down, I couldn't decide what to do. I liked the fact that he wanted me to do it, but I was still embarrassed. It's confusing what my body's going through right now, but all I know is that it's feeling pretty darn good right now.

Chapter 4
SOHCAHTOA

(Monday at school during lunch)

"Dude, I'm telling you, that's how Mr. Parker showed me how to do the problem," said Angelo sitting at the table with his geometry book open.

"It just doesn't make sense," said Erik. "Look at the example in the book. If you do it the way Mr. Parker said, it doesn't come out right."

"Man, I don't think Mr. Parker even knows this shit," added Kevin. "I bet you he doesn't know what he's talking about. I mean, doesn't it seem like most of his classes are falling behind?"

"Shit, and he's giving us a quarterly test on this stuff today and I don't know squat. I'm gonna flunk the test and the coach is gonna disqualify me from the playoffs. I am so screwed," said Angelo throwing his pencil on the table.

"Dude, you're not the only one. It seems like half the team is gonna be disqualified," said Erik. "Might as well tell the coach to not even bother showing up and to just forfeit the game."

"Alright, help me out here. Let's go over this again," said Angelo looking away from his book. "Sine equals adjacent over hypotenuse."

"No, that's cosine," said Erik looking at the book.

"Okay. Sine equals opposite over adjacent."

"No, that's tangent."

"Uhhhgh!" Angelo moaned in exasperation banging his head down on his book.

"SOHCAHTOA," I mumbled from my own table.

Angelo snapped his head towards me. "What did you just call me?"

After a brief hesitation, I cleared my throat. "I didn't call you anything. I said SOHCAHTOA. It's an easy way for you to remember those trigonometric functions you're having trouble with."

"What are you talking about? Just mind your own business," he said dismissively.

"Dude, just hear him out," said Erik putting his hand on Angelo's shoulder. "Jeremy, come over here and show us what you've got."

I gave Erik an appreciative smile as I went and sat down at their table. Something I had been dreaming of doing for the longest time. Using Angelo's pencil, I wrote the nine letters down on a piece of paper. "Take the letters three at a time. Sine equals Opposite over Hypotenuse. Cosine equals Adjacent over Hypotenuse…"

"Hey guys, check this out," Angelo said excitedly.

"…and Tangent equals Opposite over Adjacent. SOH-CAH-TOA."

Kevin and Erik were stretching their necks to see what I had written. Angelo took out another piece of paper and quickly started writing down some problems from his book and trying to work them out. Then he had one of those Eureka expressions on his face. "SOH-CAH-TOA. He's right. He's right, this actually works. I can do this. How come Mr. Parker never showed us any of this?"

"Because I'm telling you dude, he doesn't know this shit," said Kevin heatedly.

"Bro, your cousin's a genius. He can help us. Where have you been hiding him all this time?" said Angelo standing up and looking around. "Hey Carlos, Richie – come over here for a sec. Check this out. Jeremy, show these guys what you just showed me."

I started from the beginning and showed these other football players the same thing. "… So if you have any of the two variables of a right triangle, you can solve for the third." They all started nodding their heads in comprehension.

Angelo stood up and grabbed his stuff. "I need to hurry so I can show this to the other guys before the test." He looked straight at me and put out his hand. "Thanks, little dude. We owe you one."

I just shook his hand with the widest of smiles. I almost blurted out the fact that all this information is in their own books. I wonder why their teacher never bothered to show them that.

Kevin tapped me on the arm and when I turned around, he gave me a slight smirk and invited me to give him a knuckle tap. "You did good, cuz." I looked at him in awe as he grabbed his stuff and walked away. He didn't say much, but those three simple words meant a lot to me. I looked at Erik and he just kept smiling at me.

"Did you hear that Jeremy? You did good, bro. Your cousin just said so."

"Yeah, I still can't believe it."

"Hey, how do you know all this stuff? Didn't you just start with Algebra?"

"I already got board with it, so I started checking out some geometry books from the library."

"And you understand this stuff?"

"Pretty much. When I was registering as a freshman, I was there when the counselor was talking to the Principal. She said something about me being able to take any problem and visualizing it in three dimensions and being able to shift it around and look at it from different angles in my head."

"That's awesome dude. You may have just saved our whole team from being disqualified. By the way, you wanna know why Kevin's starting to go soft on you all of a sudden? It all has to do with you taking the rap for us when your uncle walked in on us smoking those joints. Kevin was really impressed. Even Angelo was impressed."

"Really? They were?" I asked awestruck. "What about you? Were you impressed?"

"Nope."

I looked at him in surprise.

"I'm just kidding, bro. Of course I was impressed," he said rustling my hair. "You saved our butts and it's not gonna go unnoticed."

"What do you mean by that?" Erik just smiled and walked away.

(Same day after school)

As soon as I walked out the doors, Erik came running towards me in his football jersey. "Jeremy, meet me at the locker room after practice."

"What? Why?"

Erik turned and ran off towards the stadium. "Don't be late!" he shouted over his shoulder.

Meet him at the locker room? After practice? Cool. This may turn into another opportunity to take another peek through the door as the boys are going in. Maybe I can catch Erik walking by naked again. This also gave me some time to work on my homework. I decided to try the stadium again.

I climbed up to the top-most corner and hoped I wouldn't be noticed. As I was concentrating on my work, one of the football players started pointing me out to the others with a loud laugh. Another football player stepped up and slapped his arm down and made him stop. I couldn't tell who it was because they were all wearing their helmets. Whoever it was, it made me feel pretty good inside. I just continued with my work with a satisfied smile on my face.

As soon as I heard the coach blowing his whistle, I grabbed my stuff and hurried down the steps two at a time as the players headed over to the showers. I didn't want to miss anything. Then I froze when I noticed Conner sitting on his bike outside the perimeter fence. He kept staring at me and gestured with his hand that he was keeping his eyes on me. I felt a cold chill going up my spine as he pedaled off. By the time I got to the locker room, the last person was already walking in, letting the door close behind him. Dang it. Well, Erik did say to meet him here. Did he mean outside the locker room, or inside?

I gently grabbed the door handle and thought about just going in. But then I remembered the coach telling me that this area was restricted. If he sees me, I'll get in trouble for sure. Then suddenly, the door opened up and almost knocked me down. Erik came out followed by Kevin and Angelo.

"Bro, are you okay?" asked Erik with concern as I went to sit down on the bench.

"Um, yeah I'm fine."

"Dude, we need your help. You told me during lunch that you've been studying geometry, right? How well do you know this stuff?"

"Well enough, I guess."

"Well enough to help me and some of the other players with it?"

"Um, I don't know. Help you how?"

"Any way you can. Check our homework, show us how to correct the problems we got wrong, show us some other tricks to help us remember this stuff."

Kevin knelt down in front of me. "Jeremy, what we're trying to say is, can you tutor us? We've been talking to the other guys and we all agreed that our geometry teacher Mr. Parker doesn't know this stuff. He's just winging it. I don't know how he even got this job. I know you, Jeremy. I know you can do this.

"Look, I'm sorry I've been coming down on you so hard. I admit I was a little jealous of you. I sort of imagined you coming off as a smart Alek wanting to show off how smart you are to everybody. But I was wrong. In fact, you've been trying to do the exact opposite. I also wanna thank you for saving our butts with my dad. That took a lot of guts."

Angelo came and knelt down also. "Yeah, thanks little dude. That took some real cojones. You also helped me and some of the other guys pass our test today. So, can you help us with some tutoring?"

I thought about it and started remembering Mr. Miller's words in Algebra Class about using my talents to help others without flaunting them and pretty soon, instead of everyone looking down at me, they would start to look up to me. This was a game changer. If I do this, maybe they'll start letting me hang out with them. Maybe they'll even let me watch them while they're practicing their strip dances. I would do anything to be able to hang out with their group. Anything!

"Alright, I'll do it," I said trying not to sound too excited.

"Awesome," said Erik with a raised fist. "Come on." They all stood up and headed into the locker room.

"Wait, now?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes, now. I already cleared it with the coach. Come on," Erik said over his shoulder as the door closed behind him.

I sat frozen as a lot of jumbled thoughts started going through my head. Walking into the locker room while it was empty was one thing. But now, I was gonna be walking in while everyone was stripping naked and while the showers were full of naked boys soaping themselves all over. I started getting really excited, but in a nervous kind of way.

I got on my feet and walked to the door. With a shaky hand, I grabbed the handle, took a hard swallow and a deep breath, and opened the door. And all my senses were blow away. The sounds, the smells, the humidity, the fog of steam coming out of the showers – but most importantly, the awesome view.

Boys walking around bare-chested, in their underwear, in their jock straps, with towels around their waists, and… I gulped, boys completely in the nude. Big penises hanging down, smaller penises pointing straight, tiny pubic hairs, longer pubic hairs, testicles hanging loose, testicles hanging tight, large nipples, small nipples, innie belly buttons, outie belly buttons… I had never experienced anything like this, ever. I was like a kid going into a candy store for the very first time wanting to try out every morsel.

I was almost tripping over myself as I was walking by the showers and seeing all those nude boys in a circle under the sprays. Seeing the way the water and the soap was flowing down their bodies gave me such powerful feelings that I started feeling nervous about it. Some of the boys saw me passing by, but no one paid any particular attention to me.

I just kept walking with my head down trying to see through the corner of my eyes and trying my best not to attract any attention. And then suddenly I just stopped. I realized I was walking without even knowing where the heck I was going. It felt like my hardening penis was the one doing the walking instead of my brain.

And then I almost gasped when I saw Kevin walking out of the showers naked and dripping wet. This was the first time I had seen him in the nude. His penis was circumcised just like mine. As much as I tried to get my body not to react, I felt a strong urge to touch his body and to feel his penis with my fingers. I felt guilty for feeling this way because he was my cousin, but I realized I kind of felt the same way about Sammy during the times that I've seen him naked.

"Jeremy, over here."

I turned around and saw Erik calling me into the coach's office. Oh my God! Erik was wearing nothing more than his jock strap. Still keeping my head down, I quickly walked over. When I walked in, I hesitated when I saw Angelo in the office in the nude with a towel over his shoulder. His body was… It was so beautiful. Dirty blonde hair, smooth body nice and tanned, perfect abs, and his penis was right there staring at me as much as I was staring at it.

"Jeremy, have a seat," Angelo indicated to the coach's chair in front of a desk.

"But isn't that the coach's chair?" I asked with concern.

"He said it's okay. We told him what's going on and he offered his office so you can help us out after practice. And dude, we're already seeing some results. Me and the guys passed the test thanks to you."

Angelo walked his naked self up to me with his hands up for a high five, causing me to take an involuntary step back.

"Put her there, bro."

After a brief hesitation, I gave him a double high five with a nervous smile trying to keep myself from looking down.

"Listen, I wrote down the problems I got wrong on the test. Can you look over them and tell me what I did wrong?"

"Oh ah, sure. I guess so." I tentatively sat down on the chair while Angelo grabbed his geometry book and placed it on the desk in front of me. I started looking over the problems and started working out my own solutions so that I could compare my work with his. But to my unexpected delight, Angelo started drying his hair while standing to the side of me giving me a perfect view of his crotch. I started having serious trouble trying to concentrate. His penis was just right there in plain view.

Then he turned around and started talking to Erik. His perfect butt looked so tempting. I could reach out and poke it with my finger if I wanted to. I kept shifting myself on the chair trying to adjust my hard penis so that it wouldn't press so much against my jeans.

Then Angelo turned around and started looking over my work while Erik came and stood on the other side of me. Hoooo, man. My eyes kept shifting between Angelo's penis and Erik's bulging jock strap. I forced myself to concentrate and immediately went back to working on the problems. While Angelo kept drying his hair, he was so close that his penis started rubbing against my elbow. I tried to keep myself from shaking as I desperately tried to contain my excitement.

At first, I thought it was my imagination, but I realized that Angelo was starting to get a woody. I turned my head for a few seconds and stared at it as it was starting to rise. Angelo noticed me staring and for a few seconds, gave me a weird smile. He grabbed his towel and continued drying his hair as his woody kept getting harder and higher. I quickly looked away when he wrapped his towel around himself and walked away to get dressed.

This was very exciting, but so darn confusing at the same time. Once he was gone, I was able to get back to work on the problems. After getting dressed, Angelo came back and I was able to point out his errors from his test with a lot less distractions.

A few minutes later, the coach walked in. I immediately stood up to get out of his way.

"No need to get up son. You stay right where you are. I really appreciate you helping out these boys and you're welcome to stop by anytime. Whenever you can make it after practice, this chair and this desk will always be at your disposal."

I stared at him for a few seconds and then shook myself out of my trance. "Um, thank you sir."

"No – thank you," said the coach walking out.

I was still trying to process what he just told me. Did he just tell me I could come back after practice anytime I wanted? So, this wasn't a one-time deal. I could just drop by after practice and watch all these naked boys again and again every day of the week. This is so totally awesome.

"Hey Jeremy, ready to go home?" asked Kevin standing at the door of the office.

"Yeah," I said cautiously not knowing exactly what he was trying to say.

"Well come on. The guys are waiting outside."

"You mean you want me to walk with you guys? Together?"

"Unless you wanna walk alone."

"No! I mean, sure – I'll walk with you guys," I said trying to sound casual as I grabbed my stuff. On the way out, Kevin put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. When we stepped out, Erik and Angelo were waiting for us. It was like the clouds had opened up and heavenly rays were shining down on me.

"There's the little dude. Good job, man," said Angelo who along with Erik, came over and started patting me on the back. "Hey, we're stopping by for some snacks. You want something? My treat."

"Sure," I said with a big smile.

"Well come on then. You can get whatever you want."

Without wanting to get my hopes up too high, I felt like a lot of my dreams were starting to come true. I was walking alongside Erik who I thought was super cute ever since the first time I met him. Kevin was starting to be nice to me after months of just ignoring me and being mean to me. And Angelo, well I really didn't have any dreams about him, but now that I had seen his hot nude body, that's probably gonna change tonight. But most importantly, it seemed like they might be letting me be part of their group. Oh please, please, please let me be part of their group.

I walked just a little behind and stared at their butts under those tight jeans as the guys were talking and joking around with each other and realized that I had gotten a chance to see all three of them in the nude. I just basked in my new status and followed along hoping that at some point, they would start heading to Angelo's barn for another one of their strip practices. I slipped my hand in my pocket and started rubbing myself with a hard to contain grin on my face the rest of the way.

Chapter 5
The Rescue

As I was looking down in my bag through all the chips and candy bars and a soda Angelo had bought me, I suddenly realized we were heading towards the woods. I knew this was Angelo's way home, but if Erik and Kevin were following him, maybe it means they're all gonna be doing something interesting. Something very interesting. I didn't want to ruin anything by asking where we were going, so I just kept my mouth shut and followed along.

"Sorry cuz, this is where we part ways. When you get home, tell my dad I'll be home later," said Kevin.

Oh no. This can only mean one thing. They're gonna have one of their practices. Dang it, I wanted to go so bad. "But, where are you guys going? Can't I come? Please? I promise I won't be in the way," I pleaded almost desperately.

"Not today Jeremy. Look, you probably already know what we're gonna be doing. I just don't think you're ready for this yet."

"Kevin, just let him come," offered Erik. "Like you said, he already knows what we do there and I don't think he's too young."

"Yeah, but he doesn't know everything we do."

"He's the perfect age to start learning bro," added Angelo. "Let him come."

"I'll tell you what, we'll let him come for the next one. If he comes with us now, my dad's gonna be worried if he gets home to late."

"Well just call him on your phone," said Erik.

"Dude, you know the reception here is worth shit."

Before I could say anything, Kevin turned around and started walking ahead with Angelo while Erik lingered around a little.

"Don't worry bro, we'll get you in the next time. We're gonna meet again this Wednesday, in just two days. Hey, wanna know a little secret?" Kevin looked over his shoulder. "You wanted to know what else we do besides strip? This Wednesday, not only are we gonna have the strip dance practice, we're also gonna have a little photo shoot first."

He came closer and, in a hush, hush voice, he continued with one arm around my shoulder. "And if you want, I'll see if I can get you in some of those shots," he said winking his eye. "So, how 'bout it? I know it's a big step, but would you be interested?"

Wow, a photo shoot? I wonder what the pictures are for? Is this gonna be like a group photo or like a modeling session? Hmm, this means I'd probably have to wear my dress clothes and polish my shoes. Maybe I should ask Uncle Owen if I could go get a haircut. "Um, yeah sure. I'll do it."

"Wh… What? Seriously? You actually wanna do it? You wanna be part of our photo shoot?" he asked all surprised.

"Yeah, why not?" Why is he acting all weird all of a sudden? Then he shocked the heck out of me when he came up to me and squeezed my privates with his hand.

"Right on, dude. You do have some balls," he said with the widest of smiles as he turned and walked away.

Mmm, I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath at how wonderful it felt when he did that. I started walking home replaying it in my mind over and over again, satisfied that in two days, I was gonna be able to watch them practice. It was one thing to watch them nude in the locker room, but it was a whole different story watching them strip themselves in that sexy way like they were doing it in the barn the other day. I still didn't understand what Erik meant when he said he was gonna get me in some of the shots. I guess I'll find out in two days.

As I was walking home, suddenly my feet and my heart stopped at the same time. Straight ahead was Conner waiting on the sidewalk on his bike staring right at me. I slowly turned around and as I started walking, another older boy blocked my way with his bike. I started getting really nervous when I heard Conner approaching. I looked around to see if there was anybody around who might come and help me out, but I didn't see anyone.

"Hey, what have we got here," said the other boy snatching my bag of snacks from my hand. "Look Conner, Jeremy brought us some snacks. Isn't that right, Jeremy?" I just nodded nervously looking down. "How thoughtful of you."

"Give those back, Andrew. That's his stuff," said Conner politely. The other boy looked at Conner curiously as he handed me back my bag. "I just wanna say I'm sorry for the way I treated you the other day. That was mean of me and I hope there are no hard feelings," he said offering me his hand.

I gave him a skeptical look for a moment. He did kind of sounded like he really meant it. I finally just reached out my hand to shake it.

"Hey, you wanna see something really cool? Come on," he said excitedly riding his bike ahead of me. Maybe he won't do anything to me after all. If he wanted to do something to me, he would've waited for me to walk ahead of him. Still feeling a little skeptical, I decided to just follow these guys and just do whatever I could to get on their good side.

I followed them into a dirt road of what looked like some houses for rent. Towards the end, there was a large storage area that looked like it had been abandoned for a long time with high dusty windows full of cobwebs. Conner and Andrew were waiting for me at the corner conversing with each other and nodding their heads.

"Come on, Jeremy. Come take a look at this! You're gonna like it," Conner shouted.

As I got closer, I started feeling a little nervous at the way they kept staring at me. I started slowing down until I just stopped walking. "Um, maybe you can show me next time. I… I really need to get home."

I turned around and started walking away and that's when I felt them gripping my arms as they started dragging me away. My heart started pumping really fast and I was really scared. "What are you guys doing?" I asked almost in a whimper. "Hey, let go of me. What are you doing?"

Andrew held up a side panel while Conner dragged me through a hole in the wall. The place was full of pallets of large bags stacked over each other. I felt myself panicking and started struggling frantically. Conner wrapped his arm around my chest from behind and tightened his grip making it hard for me to breath.

"Dude, pull down his pants. Hurry!" Conner yelled.

Andrew struggled to take off my shoes and undo my belt. He finally managed to loosen my jeans and pull them off as he kept trying to avoid my kicks. "Hold his feet," Conner yelled as he forcefully stripped off my shirt. No matter how much I struggled, both boys had a really tight grip on me. "Alright, get his underwear off."

"Nooo!" I yelled. "Please don't. Conner, please! Please! Why are you doing this?"

"Dude come on. Pull them off!"

"Well hold him still. I can't hold his feet and get his underwear at the same time."

While Andrew kept yanking on my underwear, I kept kicking wildly and twisting my body and trying to bend my legs up. He was finally able to force them off and I felt myself really exposed and extremely embarrassed. Conner still had his arm around my chest as he picked me up and slammed me against one of the support columns. Andrew started tying my feet around the column with a thin rope while Conner tied my hands behind my back.

"Stop it! Give me my clothes back! Why are you doing this?" I cried with tears coming down.

"You know why? Because of that faggot Erik you like hanging around with so much. Why do you even hang around with him anyways? He's a total loser."

"Give me my clothes back!" I cried.

"You know what? I'm beginning to think you're a faggot too. Are you? Huh? Are you a faggot."

"GIVE ME MY CLOTHES BACK!" I screamed.

"Shut up! You know what? Let's do a little experiment. Andrew, pull down your pants and let's see what happens."

"Dude, what? I don't think so," said Andrew.

Conner turned around and gave him a murderous stare. "Andrew, do it now or I swear to God your little brother's next," he snapped.

Andrew was about to complain, but then he started unbuckling his belt and loosening his jeans. Just seeing the elastic of his grey boxer briefs started doing its work on my penis. As Andrew was pulling them off, I pulled my head up and just stared in different directions trying not to look at him.

When Conner noticed what I was doing, he pulled out a switch blade and rested the tip on my neck. "Look at his dick or this blade goes through your fucking throat."

I reluctantly lowered my head and looked at Andrew's penis through the tears in my eyes. As much as I tried to stop myself, I could feel an erection coming on strong.

"Well, would you look at that? We got ourselves a little faggot here, Andrew. You actually turned him on." Conner turned around and grabbed my clothes. "Andrew, throw me your lighter."

"Conner come on. You're taking this a little too far, don't you think?" said Andrew pulling up his pants.

Conner whipped around and shoved Andrew back against one of the pallets. "Give me your fucken lighter!" he screamed in a deranged tone. Andrew quickly reached into his pocket and handed it to him without saying a word. Conner then turned the lighter on.

"No! Nooo! Conner, please don't!"

With a sadistic smile, he started setting my clothes on fire. He walked up to me with a crazed look in his eyes. "You have two choices," he said relishing the power he had over me. "Either you walk home naked, or…" He flicked on the lighter, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a firecracker and held the fuse about an inch [2.3 cm] from the flame. "… or I light this baby up and stick it up your ass. Pop goes the weasel."

My eyes widened in terror as I felt myself breathing harder and faster with every passing second.

Andrew squared his shoulders and confronted Conner. "Dude, you said we were only gonna scare him, not set his fucking clothes on fire or rip his ass open with a god damned firecracker. What's up with you? Are you high on something? You are, aren't you?"

"Get out," Conner snapped at Andrew. He walked aggressively towards him and pushed him. "Get out! You're a fucking pussy. Just get the fuck out of here."

After Andrew ran out, Conner took out a cigarette and lit it with the lighter. He walked over to me and leered at my nude body up and down with a creepy lustful stare. He looked around and went to pick up a pigeon feather from the floor. Then he stood in front of me and blew smoke into my face making me cough. While staring at my body, he knelt down in front of my crotch, pulled up the feather and started stroking my erection with it, making it even harder. He started brushing my testicles with such concentration that it just made him look so creepy.

"I bet you dream of Erik sticking his fat dick up your ass, huh? I bet you'd like him sucking your dick like a lollypop, wouldn't you?" I closed my eyes as I felt his fingers stroking my penis. Even though I still had a strong erection, I felt like throwing up. Then I felt him putting his mouth over it and licking it with his tongue. How gross. And he's calling me a faggot?

Conner stood up and faced me. "I'm gonna give you a third option," he said as he started unbuckling his belt. "You suck my dick and I let you go."

Eww, even grosser. I looked down and shook my head. Conner started unbuttoning his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear. He had a really big erection. He came and grabbed my hand and tried to get me to grab it. I just kept pulling my arm away and every time he pulled it back, I would just close my fist. He started getting more aggressive and angrier with me. He came up and pressed his body against mine. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach. He kept trying to kiss me, but I just kept turning my head.

Then, with a look of frustration, he pulled out his switch blade and popped it out in front of my face. I immediately stopped struggling. He kicked off his pants and pressed his body against mine. Then he started kissing me on my neck and kept rubbing his rough hands over my crotch. I just kept my head down and tried not to look at him. I was so scared that I couldn't stop myself from shaking.

Then he reached back and used his blade to cut the ropes around my wrists. He roughly turned me around and pressed me hard against the column. He started breathing faster and faster as I felt his hard erection pressing against my butt. I didn't understand what he was trying to do. And then I gave out a short cry as I felt a sharp pain when I felt him trying to stick it in me. I heard him spit into his hand and felt his wet fingers rubbing in my butt crack. How could a guy stick his penis inside another guy's butt? It started hurting so bad that I started to cry.

"Conner, stop. Please don't do this. Owww! Please stop," I cried out. By now, Conner had both of his hands fondling my privates non-stop as he kept pushing his penis into me. And then I heard a thump and felt Conner being thrown off of me. I turned around and saw Conner on the ground being kicked violently by… it was him. It was that boy from the woods. When Conner went into a fetal position trying to protect himself, the boy ran over to the wall and pulled out a rusted pipe. He came back and raised it getting ready to strike Conner on the head.

"No! Don't do it!" I yelled.

Conner looked at the boy in terror as he raised the pipe and struck the floor right in front of Conner's face. He came over and untied my legs. The first thing I did once I was freed was give the boy a tight hug, not even caring that I was still naked. I was just so relieved that he was getting me out of this nightmare.

He had a musky scent, kind of like the football players after practice, but his scent smelled different in a comforting sort of way. He pulled away and grabbed one of the ropes. Conner was still on the ground moaning in pain. The boy then started tying his legs and his arms behind his back. He stared at him in disgust and gave him one final kick before heading towards the exit. "Come on, follow me," he said.

"Um, I don't know if you've noticed, but… I'm naked!" I emphasized holding my hands over my privates. The boy then pulled off his shirt and handed it to me, leaving him shirtless. I could see some of the people coming out of their houses to see what all the noise was about. I definitely needed to get out of here. I noticed with relief that my tennies were still intact and quickly went to slip them on. I reluctantly slipped on the boy's shirt and kept stretching it down as I ran out the door after him.

For the next forty-five minutes, I just followed him deep into the woods without saying a single word. I walked along as closely as I could, constantly looking back over my shoulder to see if Conner was following us. My mind was in a daze and every strange noise that came out of the woods made me jump. I couldn't take this anymore. I went and leaned against a tree and buried my face in my arm as I started crying again.

I felt the boy put his hand gently on my shoulder. "Hey, come on man. We're almost there. It's gonna be okay."

Finally, we started approaching a small metallic abandoned camping trailer. The whole thing was badly rusted with several rust holes throughout the frame. One window was severely cracked with missing shards of glass and the rest were gone with cardboard covering over them. There were rusted folding chairs and twisted lawn chairs thrown about. There was an old grill that looked so rusted that it looked like it was about to burst into rust powder any moment.

My mind was still in a daze and I was barely registering everything I was seeing. The place was littered with candy wrappers and soda cans and empty packaging and baggies from all kinds of familiar looking junk food. There was an old army blanket strewn on the floor near the door of the trailer. I walked over to it and knelt down. My body started shaking and I couldn't make it stop. I could feel my tears coming down again.

The boy slowly came over and knelt down in front of me, putting his hand on my shoulder. "It's alright man. You'll be okay. You're just going through an adrenaline rush and a little anxiety attack. Don't fight it. Just let it take its course and it'll pass."

His voice was soft and comforting. I leaned into him and hugged him tightly again as I started crying on his bare shoulder. "Thank you," I sobbed. "Thank you for saving me."

He started stroking my hair and I thought that felt really nice. As I was hugging him, I felt the softness of his skin and that also felt very nice. I smelled the muskiness of his shoulder and for some reason, I felt safe and protected and it was enough for me to start calming down.

Without even knowing his name or who he was, I found myself becoming attracted to this shirtless boy. He saved me from Conner and now I considered him my hero. I started stroking his hair as well. It wasn't as rough as I had imagined it would be. My hands started probing downward towards his jeans. One of the things that had caught my attention on the way over here was how low his jeans sagged since he wasn't wearing a belt. They were so low that sometimes I could see the top of his pubic hairs and the crack of his butt. Obviously, he wasn't wearing any underwear either.

He slowly started gliding his hand downward over my shirt and rested the tip of his fingers at the tip of my butt. I was a little surprised, but I didn't react. In fact, it felt kind of good. I wanted him to keep going. I brought my own hand down his back and placed my index finger at the tip of his crack and the other fingers over his jeans. He didn't protest or pull away. Instead, he pulled my shirt up a little and cupped my butt cheeks with both hands. Oh my God, that felt even better. As slowly and as gently as I could, I pressed down on his jeans and they easily slipped off. Again, he didn't protest or pull back.

He reached down and started pulling his shirt off of me. Without hesitation, I put my arms up to make it easier for him. I found myself completely naked with the hardest erection kneeling in front of this total stranger and I didn't even feel embarrassed or ashamed. I looked down at his hard penis and it was just as beautiful as Erik's penis. His pubic hairs were still a little short and were still growing out. I felt my anxieties slowly melting away.

The tip of this boy's penis was cut to perfection and looked so hypnotizing. I wanted to study its features the way I studied a math equation. I wanted to examine it from every possible angle. I wanted to measure it's almost vertical angle. I wanted to get a measuring tape and measure his penis size and compare its proportions to the rest of his body to see if the golden ratio applied.

These thoughts evaporated as I felt him pulling my body against his. When our bodies touched… When our penises touched, the sensations were so strong that all I wanted was to touch every single part of his body and for him to touch every single part of my body. I couldn't believe I was about to actually have sex for the very first time. I was still confused about how it was supposed to work with two guys. I always imagined my first time having sex would be with a girl. Somehow, that really didn't excite me very much. But I never imagined my first time would be with another guy, and therefore, I never imagined it would feel so good.

Unlike Conner, this boy was gentle and had a delicate touch. He started caressing my butt and really going down deep between my legs. I just mimicked his motions with my own hands thinking how wonderful it felt to hold his butt cheeks in my hands and how good it felt to squeeze them. While I was caressing his butt with one hand, I grabbed his hard erection with the other. I just held it in my fingers and if I was supposed to do anything else with it, I had no idea what that was.

Then he had me lie down on my back. He started pressing his penis against mine and rubbing it back and forth while at the same time started kissing my neck and shoulder. And then he did something totally unexpected that made my eyes go wide – he started kissing me on the lips. After a moment of being startled, I just gave in to him. His kiss was gentle and moist, and it didn't feel forced like the way Conner was trying to kiss me.

While we were kissing, we looked into each other's eyes. My mind was swimming with such a sense of wonder while staring into those gentle eyes that somehow allowed me to see into his soul. I saw in those eyes a longing for passion, for acceptance, for friendship, for understanding and… for love. And it made me sad. Everything about this boy was gentle. Who is this boy? Why is he here in the middle of the woods in such a lonely place all by himself?

As he kept pressing his body and his penis against mine, I started getting that wonderful feeling again like when I was rubbing myself in the room when Jacob kept pressing his crotch over my hand. The feeling started to get more and more intense. I started breathing harder and faster and I gave out a couple of involuntary gasps. What's going on? Something was about to happen with my body. It felt incredibly good, but I started getting scared.

The boy seemed to be in his own space as he started rubbing harder and faster with his eyes shut tight. The more he rubbed, the more intense the feelings got. I started gasping again as I felt an explosion of intensely pleasurable sensations in my penis and I could feel some liquid squirting out of it. And then the boy cried out with his head stretched back and some white stuff started squirting out of his penis onto my stomach.

"What's happening?" I said almost panicking trying to crawl myself back. "What… what's going on? What's happening to my body? Am I getting sick? What is this stuff?"

"Hey! Hey, it's okay," he said panting. "Don't worry, this is normal. You're okay." He stood up and walked over to pick up a gallon of water. He grabbed an old shirt from a pile of junk and tore off a couple of pieces, pouring water over them. As he was wiping himself off, he came over and handed me the other piece of cloth. As I was wiping all the gunk off myself, I suddenly started feeling a little self-conscious. I grabbed the shirt I had been wearing and slipped it back on.

The boy pulled on his jeans and came and sat down next to me. "I take it this is your first orgasm."

"My first what?"

He regarded me for a while. "Orgasm? Ejaculation? You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"

I looked down feeling embarrassed. "What just happened? How come you… I mean, how come we… did we just have…"

"Sex? Yup. We just had sex. Was this your first time?"

"I… I don't know. I'm kind of new to all this stuff."

"Well, this definitely counts as having sex and it looks like I'll have the lifetime honor of being your first one."

"But how did you know that I liked… I mean that I preferred…"

"That you prefer guys instead of girls? Well, I did see you at the barn looking at those guys stripping didn't I? Or more like, you saw me. Um, sorry about what I did to you up there. I just panicked cause I didn't want to get caught. Besides, you were having an anxiety attack. You looked like you could use a dose of dopamine in your brain to calm you down. It worked, didn't it? By the way, my name's Jordan. I'm usually not in the habit of introducing myself after having sex with someone, but in this case, I'll make an exception."

I looked around and I was so struck by everything I was seeing. It started dawning on me that this place wasn't just some hiding place. This boy was actually homeless. My God, how can he live under these conditions? No running water, no electricity, no air conditioning, no heater – no food. That explains all the candy wrappers and empty soda cans outside. He has to steal all this stuff just to survive. No wonder the cops have been after him.

He looked at me with a humorous smile. "And you are…?"

"Oh, um sorry. My name's Jeremy," I said shaking his hand. I started noticing more of his features. I admired the smoothness of his chest and his soft skin. His hair was rugged and messy, but he had beautiful hazel eyes. His nipples were a little pointy and I wondered if that was normal, and if not, what it meant. His jeans were faded and torn from the knees.

"Nice to meet you Jeremy. Come inside and I'll see if I can find you something to wear."

I slowly got myself up and followed him to the door of the trailer which was almost falling off its hinges. For some reason, I didn't feel scared. If he wanted to hurt me, he could've done that a long time ago. And besides, he's the one who rescued me. He stepped on top of a wide tree trunk and pulled on the door to go inside.

Jordan turned to me from inside the door. "Well come on. Let me give you the grand tour," he said jokingly. I stepped on the tree trunk and poked my head inside, deciding that if I saw any axes or any type of sharp blades, I would hightail it out of here. The place looked like a mess, but I didn't see anything that he could use to peel off my face and use it as a mask.

"Don't forget to wipe your feet before coming in," he said behind his shoulder.

When I started wiping my feet, he started laughing. "Dude, I'm just joking."

He started pointing to different areas of the inside of the small trailer. "So, this is the living room, this is the den area, this is the dining room, and that's the wash room."

I looked around and the only things I could see were a couple of torn up vinyl cushion seats, a barely standing kitchen table frame with pieces of tree bark over it, and a large metal water bucket at the end. Sunlight was coming through one of the rust holes which made me block it with my hand.

"Oh, and I have a couple of skylights too," he said looking up. "And over here is the kitchen. And this counter is not just any ordinary type of wood. This is real cherry wood, not any of the cheap stuff," he said indicating a few tree trunks stacked on top of each other to serve as a custom-made counter. I didn't know exactly what that meant, but I was starting to like his sense of humor.

I was so mesmerized with everything that I noticed I wasn't pulling the shirt down to cover myself anymore. And just watching his bare chest and the low fitting jeans with wisps of pubes sticking out was making me hard again. I felt myself blushing as I quickly stretched the shirt down.

Noticing my embarrassment, he turned around and started looking through a trash bag of clothes. He pulled out some cut-off jeans and handed them to me. He stood there expectantly as I just stared at him. I started to turn around and realized that I had just had sex with this boy. What the heck am I being embarrassed about? We already saw each other naked.

He turned around and started digging through the bag again. As soon as he turned around, I got another flashback. This time it was a powerful one. The way he looked from behind sent shock waves of images and memories that suddenly started coming together. My eyes went wide when I finally realized where I had seen him and the significance of who he was.

Oh my God, this is the boy who… who's responsible for my dad going to prison. This is the boy who ruined my dad's life… and mine.

Chapter 6
Sex Tutor

(Monday evening, Jordan's hiding place)

Jordan turned around as he slipped on a shirt and must've noticed my expression. "You okay? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said swallowing wondering if he knew who I was. "Um, I think I need to start getting back," I said as I slowly started making my way out the door.

"Well, you don't have to leave right away. Why don't you stay for a while? Here," he said turning around to grab a box. "I have some snacks and some sodas. Take your pick," he offered eagerly.

"Oh, ah… nah, that's okay. You keep those. I can get this stuff at home. But hey, thanks again for saving me from Conner, and thanks for the shirt and the shorts and for um… for the rest. I… I just need to get going," I said backing myself away.

"Hey, let me walk with you so you don't get lost," he said walking towards me.

"No! I mean, I know my way out of here. I'll be okay." I turned around and started walking away. I need to get out of here before he figures out who I am. When I was a few yards away, I stopped behind a wide tree and looked back. Jordan was just standing there with his hands in his pockets. He looked so sad and so lonely and I started feeling guilty. He probably hasn't had a descent conversation with anyone for a long time. He was trying so hard to get me to stay or to walk with me just so that I could keep him company a little while longer.

I started thinking about my dad's case and about how little I knew about everything that had happened. My dad would never tell me anything about it. He wouldn't even tell me if he was guilty or innocent. He wouldn't even allow me to set one foot inside the courthouse during his hearings or during his sentencing. What if… what if Jordan was the victim here and my dad was really guilty of all those charges?

Jordan slowly turned around, walked back to the tree trunk in front of his door and sat down. He leaned himself back and just looked up at the sky. Dang it, I just can't leave him like this. He did save my butt, literally. I let out a deep breath and started walking back. As soon as Jordan saw me emerging, he stood up excitedly.

"I guess I am feeling a little thirsty," I said walking up to him. He gave me a warm smile and went inside to grab his box of snacks. He sat down on the trunk again and indicated for me to sit next to him as I opened up a soda can. I hadn't realized how thirsty I really was.

"I'm glad you came back. I mean um, these woods can get a little tricky. Even I get lost in these woods sometimes and I've been staying here for months. Oh and hey, thanks for saving my butt from the cops the other day. That was pretty awesome what you did ramming yourself against that cop car. Why'd you do it? I mean, not that I'm complaining, I'm just curious."

I was about to blurt out that I did it because he somehow looked familiar, but maybe that wasn't such a good idea just yet. "Oh, I don't know. You looked like someone who could use a dose of good luck in your brain," I said paraphrasing what he had told me earlier. "It worked, didn't it?"

"Touché," he said with a cute smile. For someone who was homeless, he really kept up with dental hygiene. His teeth are white and clean and I don't remember him having bad breath when he was kissing me on the mouth.

"Yes, it worked like a charm," he continued. "Thank you. I'm sorry I ditched you when you called out to me. I didn't know where the cops were and I didn't want to risk exposing myself. And it's been getting harder and harder for me to steal what I need. I mean, all the stores already know me and know why I'm there. So now I have to go farther and farther to get to some stores where they don't know me. And these torn up shoes just aren't cutting it anymore. They're getting lumpy and one of the shoe laces…"

"What are you doing here," I interrupted. "Why are you out here in the woods all by yourself? Why do you stay here? Don't you have a home or a family? Did you run away?"

Jordan suddenly got quiet and looked down with his dark brown hair covering his eyes.

"I'm sorry Jordan. I'm being nosy and it's none of my business. You don't have to tell me. Listen, if you could walk me out of these woods, I'd be really helpful," I said standing up.

"It all started about a year ago," he said softly still looking down.

I sat back down just so I could hear what he was saying.

"There's this one person who I thought was my friend who started doing things to me that I didn't like. At first it started with him touching me in a way that made me feel really uncomfortable. Then this crazy bastard started bringing me over to his house and started doing some really crazy shit with me. He started forcing me to strip in front of him and to do things to him and I had to do it because if I didn't, he would beat the shit out of me and he said he would do the same thing to my mom. He's done it before. I was really scared of him.

"He'd buy these weird looking leather things with chains that he'd make me wear and then he'd tie my hands and my feet spread eagle to the bed. He'd rub oil all over my body and slick up my hair with some hair tonic. Then he would stick some rubber things up my… he would do things that really hurt. When I tried telling my mom, she wouldn't listen to me and told me I better not say anything to anyone about this. I felt so confused and betrayed. I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran away and I ended up here."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My heart was pounding and I felt so ashamed and embarrassed. How could my dad do all these things to poor Jordan? To anyone? My dad and I were really close. He was always so kind to me and really took care of me. He was kind to everyone. How come I never saw this other side of him?

But it must be true. I started remembering that day when I got sent home from school because I was feeling sick. I noticed my dad's car in the driveway and wondered why he wasn't at work. When I went inside, I called out to him to tell him I was home. Then I heard some bumping noises coming from inside my dad's room. His door suddenly flung open and I remember seeing a boy, seeing Jordan pulling up his underwear as he ran out holding his clothes looking all scared. I only saw a quick glance of his face and then I could only see the back of him as he ran out the back door.

When I asked my dad about it, he tried to make all kinds of excuses and made it clear that he wasn't going to be answering any more of my questions. How could my own father do this? Is this why he never told me what was going on with his case? I felt so numb that I couldn't even bring myself to cry. That's it. My father is dead to me now. I never want to see him again or ever have anything to do with him. Even going to visit him in prison is going to be out of the question now. Suddenly I noticed Jordan staring at me.

"Hey, sorry man. I'm so stupid. You probably went through the same shit with that asshole this afternoon and here I am bringing all those memories back. That's why I was so pissed off when I saw him doing all that shit to you. Well, don't worry. I'm gonna walk you all the way home just in case he shows up again. Come on, we better get going before it starts getting really dark."

Before he stood up, I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a long tight hug. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that stuff," I said softly. "And I'm really sorry you have to live like this."

Jordan returned the hug. "Thank you for sticking around for a while. I really enjoyed hanging out with you."

I still had so many questions for him. But one thing kept bothering me. If my dad was in prison, then he would no longer be a threat to Jordan. Why would Jordan feel the need to remain homeless instead of going back home? And if his mom told him not to say anything, then how did my dad end up being charged and convicted? This just didn't make sense. This is something I'm gonna have to figure out on my own. If I ask Jordan about it, then I'd have to tell him I was the son of the man who did all these terrible things to him.

"Can we get together again?" I asked hopefully.

"That would be nice," he said warmly.

"But how will I find you?"

"Don't worry, I'll find you."

Not much was said as we walked out of the woods. I tried my best to pay close attention to the path and direction we were taking and I was pretty sure I could figure how to get back to his hiding place. Jordan walked me over to the corner of my neighborhood and waited until I got to my house. I had trouble sleeping that night with so many things going through my head. I felt so sad after finding out about my dad's terrible secret life.

Then I started replaying all the things me and Jordan were doing with each other. My very first sex experience. For some reason, the fact that it happened with a perfect stranger made it more exciting. The fact that it was with another guy made it even more exciting. But what Jordan had called an orgasm that was the most exciting of all. I had never experienced such extreme pleasure in my life. I wanted to feel that again so bad.

I slipped my hand under my underwear and started rubbing myself. I could feel my body relaxing and my anxieties slowly slipping away. This must be the dopamine Jordan had mentioned earlier going through my brain. That must've been what allowed me to finally fall into a deep and restful sleep.

(Tuesday afternoon, Football Locker Room)

"Hey Jeremy, can you check my Algebra?" asked a naked freshman entering the office with a towel over his neck holding his book.

I took a deep breath. "Yeah, just set it down on the desk," I said shakily as I stared at his beautiful penis with a barely visible patch of pubes.

"Cool. Thanks, I'll come back after my shower."

I closed my eyes in anticipation. There was a short line of guys who had stacked their books on the desk earlier and had just stepped out of the shower waiting for me to check their homework assignments or for me to explain how to work out some problems. Some had their towels around them and others were beautifully and unashamedly naked as they dried their hair. It was hard enough trying to focus while I explained how to find the angle of a parallelogram to a very naked guy while other guys in various forms of nakedness surrounded the desk trying to listen in.

I kept wiping the sweat off my forehead and wondered if that was from all the steam or from the hotness of all these boys. I realized that some of these guys just wanted me to work out their problems cause they were being lazy, but I really didn't care as long as I got the chance to be surrounded by their nakedness.

I grabbed the next book from the stack and when I saw the paper with the homework, I realized it belonged to Kevin. I looked up to the side and there he was, stark naked standing next to me. Hooo wow!

"Hey cuz, you think you can help me out with that?" he asked sheepishly.

I looked down at his penis for a split second and quickly turned my attention to his homework. I started thinking about tomorrow and how the guys were gonna let me watch them do their strip dance practice. I'll have a chance to stare at his penis as long as I want. And to think that I'm gonna be doing this the whole week. Man, it's gonna take me a long while for this stiffy to go away.

Afterwards, Kevin hollered that they would be waiting for me outside. As soon as I gathered my stuff, I made a slight detour to the lost-and-found bin. Oh yeah. This will do very nicely. Jordan is gonna love these. I had decided not to mention to the guys what had happened to me with Conner. If I did, they wouldn't leave me out of their sights on the way home and I wanted to go visit Jordan again. Bumping into Conner was a risk I was willing to take.

(Later that evening)

After discovering that our door bell wasn't working, my uncle had decided to stop by the hardware store and to do some shopping taking Kevin and Sammy with him. I had asked if I could stay home. As soon as they had left, I unzipped my backpack and pulled out the book.

'Love and Sex: A Guide for Teens'

I had finally worked up the courage to check this book out once I realized that the library had one of those self-checkout machines. No one would even know. After closing and locking the door, I lay down on my bed and opened it up with relish. The first thing I did was start paging through all the pages and looking at all the illustrations. I stopped and stared at the page showing the drawing of the boy lying naked on his bed with his hand over his woody. I kept stroking my own woody with my fingers as I read about the joys of masturbation.

Whoa! I was mesmerized with all this new information. "Boys start masturbating between the ages of 12 and 14. Boys masturbate once or even… twice a day?" There's that word again – orgasm, or ejaculation. So that's what that white stuff was coming out of Jordan. I started memorizing all these new words like arousal, stimulation, sperm, wet dreams. I decided to do a little experimenting. I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my zipper as I kept rubbing myself. After realizing that I was alone in the house, I just pulled off my jeans and my underwear leaving just my shirt on.

I set the book down and started stroking my penis just like that boy in the illustration. I closed my eyes and pictured all those naked boys in the locker room and all the different things I wanted to do with their bodies. I started thinking about Jordan and how good it felt to have sex with him for the first time. This feels so incredible. The joys of masturbation indeed. I pulled up my knees and opened up my legs and started moving my body in ways that made me feel more sexually aroused. I used my other hand to rub my testicles and between my legs. I was feeling so excited and so aroused when I suddenly felt the shock of someone calling out my name.

"Hey Jeremy. What's up?"

I whipped my head around so fast that I pinched a nerve in my neck. It was Erik who had just opened the window from the outside. I quickly grabbed the book and tried to cover myself with it. Erik quickly figured out what was going on and looked at me with embarrassment.

"Sorry bro. Sorry. My bad. I didn't know you were um… busy. Ahem, um… I was looking for Kevin. I tried ringing the door bell and knocked a few times, so I thought I'd take a peek through the windows. I know, bad habit. I can come back later on."

"Wait. It's all right. You can come in," I said sitting up trying to massage the crick in my neck.

Erik opened up the window all the way and climbed in. He came and sat down next to me and noticed the title of the book on my lap.

"May I?" he asked holding out his hand.

I hesitated and reluctantly handed it to him while grabbing my pillow and putting it over my lap.

"You're still embarrassed?" he exclaimed pointing at the pillow.

I gave him a shy smile and put the pillow back on the bed. I still felt a little weird sitting here on my bed naked from the waist down displaying my full erection to Erik.

"Love and Sex: A Guide for Teens. Alright bro. Hey, you're at the perfect age for this," Erik said with a grin.

"Yeah well, you did ask me what's up, didn't you? Now you know," I said staring at my erection making him laugh out loud. "Hey Erik, now that you're here and you caught me um, red-handed and red-faced, can I ask you some questions about some of this stuff?"

"Of course, bro. You can ask me anything."

I opened up the book to the page with the boy lying on the bed masturbating. "I know it's probably somewhere in this book, but why does a guy's penis get hard when he gets a woody or when he's masturbating?"

"First of all, let's go over some basic stuff. This book will only teach you the anatomically correct words for masturbation, and penis, and erection and all that other stuff. You need to start using the proper slang for these words when you're talking with other guys. So, when you're masturbating, you're jerking off, or jacking off, or fapping. Your penis is your dick. Your testicles are your balls or your nuts. Your anus is your ass or your butt hole. When you have an erection, it's called a boner or a hard-on. Don't call it a stiffy or a woody cause you'll get laughed at. I don't mean to make fun of you, but didn't anyone talk to you about this stuff? Your dad never…?"

I shook my head. "My dad never told my anything about this stuff. And everything was G-Rated for me. My dad had filters on the TV's and on the computer, so I couldn't access any adult stuff."

"That's too bad. And it probably didn't help that you skipped all of middle school, which is where most boys start getting introduced to a lot of this stuff. Well don't worry bro. I'll be happy to catch you up. And it wouldn't hurt for you to start throwing in some cuss words here and there. Instead of saying dang it, you say damn it. Instead of saying what the heck, you say what the fuck. Instead of saying darn, you say shit. Instead of saying screw you, you say fuck you! I've noticed you're not used to cussing, are you?"

I shook my head. "My dad never cussed, and he never allowed me to cuss either."

"Well, it's up to you, but you'll earn yourself a little more respect from the guys at school if you sprinkle a few cuss words now and then."

"You mean like fuck you," I said softly trying out the F word for the first time with a smile.

"No, no. Not fuck you in a soft voice," he said softly. "Fuck you bitch!" he yelled. "Like that."

"Fuck you bitch!" I yelled more excited. "Fuck yeah!"

"Good job bro. There you go. Hey, now that you're gonna be hanging with us, you'll start catching on to some more interesting words. Pretty soon, you'll start having the mouth of a bona fide sailor. So, to answer your original question, your dick gets hard because when you get turned on, or aroused, your blood starts flowing into your dick so it can get hard enough for you to stick it into a girl's pussy."

"But what about when two guys are doing it? How does that… I mean, how do you…"

"Well, when it's two guys, since none of them have a pussy, they'll stick it up each other's ass."

"And is that supposed to feel good?"

"It'll hurt at first, but if you use the right lubricant, it'll start feeling good afterwards."

"Tell me more about masturb… I mean, about jerking off."

"Well, you want me to tell you, or you want me to show you?"

I swallowed and took a deep breath. "Show me?" I asked shakily feeling more and more aroused. My penis… I mean my dick was stiff as a rock and pointing straight up again.

"Are you asking me, or are you telling me?"

"Um, asking you?"

Erik started laughing. "Bro, we need to start working on your assertiveness. You say Erik, take your fucking clothes off and strip. Now!"

"Erik, take your fucking clothes off and strip now, you bitch!" I said loudly.

"Yeah bro. I like that. You just turned me on, big time."

Erik stood up, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his jeans off completely. The tent on his boxer briefs was pretty large. He was about to pull down his underwear, then he decided to pull off his shirt first. I openly stared at his smooth chest and his hard nipples. Erik saw me staring at him and seemed to get aroused by it.

"You sure you want me to show you?" he asked in a sexy voice.

"Uh huh," I squeaked out with my mouth slightly open and my eyes a little wide.

With a lustful expression, Erik started caressing his chest and his body with his hands in a seductive way as he started moving his hips sexily just like a belly dancer. His underwear hugged his perfectly round butt perfectly and made me shudder just knowing that pretty soon I was gonna be seeing it in the flesh. He pressed the cloth on the sides of his dick to highlight his perfectly cut knob. He started pulling the sides down trying to tease the hell… I mean, trying to tease the fuck out of me.

"You want me to keep going?" he asked teasingly.

"Y… yes, um, yeah, I mean, ff… fuck yeah," I stammered.

"Start jacking off dude. It'll feel better while you're watching me," he said with his sexy smile.

I leaned myself against the wall and started jacking off like he said. Finally, the moment I had been waiting for started happening. While still gyrating his hips and turning around in a circle, he started pulling down his underwear halfway down to his knees. I couldn't stop myself from swallowing. His dick was so tempting. I want to… I don't know what I wanted to do with it, I just knew I wanted to do it badly.

He finally dropped his underwear down to his ankles and kicked it off. He came and sat down next to me and grabbed the book as he leaned back against the wall. "Alright bro, about jerking off." He looked at me and then down at my shirt. "This'll probably work better if you take that off."

I pulled off my shirt and tried to keep myself from shaking after realizing that both of us were completely naked sitting on my bed next to each other with our naked hips touching. I felt a surge of boylust just staring at his huge dick.

"Keep jacking off. Don't stop."

I continued jerking myself and gave out a slight gasp when I suddenly felt his fingers rubbing the tips of my nipples. Oh… oh my… My eyes went up into my head as I felt a stream of powerful arousals going through my whole body. I kept jerking and rubbing myself trying to increase and prolong the sensations. I never realized my nipples could be a source of this much pleasure while I was jacking off.

I finally built up the courage to reach out and start feeling his own nipples. They felt hard and inviting. Then my hand wondered downward and after a slight hesitation, I wrapped my hand around his boner and started jacking him off as well. Erik put his head back at the wonderful sensations.

Then he gently pushed me on my back. He pushed my hand aside and started rubbing his hand all over my boner and my balls as he leaned down and started sucking on my nipples and playing with them with his tongue. Then he positioned himself on top of me and began rubbing his dick against mine. He looked deeply into my eyes as he came down and started kissing me.

I couldn't believe what was happening. This was my second time having sex in as many days. This was Erik, my dream boy teaching me about sex. Not only teaching me but showing me. I was having sex with Erik. I could feel his tongue moving around inside my mouth with sounds of sucking and slurping. My body was feeling so much pleasure that I started wondering at what point it would start getting overwhelming.

I started shifting my focus to all the different sensations: our dicks pressing together as his hips humped against mine, our bodies getting sweaty, the feel of his ass cheeks in my hands, our tongues slithering and jousting. I was having full blown-out sex with Erik and I still couldn't believe it.

And then for some reason, I started feeling uneasy. I started feeling like we were… like we were being…

"Hey, what're you guys doing?"

… Watched! Ohmygawd! it was Jacob, Sammy's friend looking through the open window. Erik casually pulled himself off of me while I quickly grabbed my pillow to cover myself.

"Hey little buddy. Come on in," offered Erik with a smile, not even bothering to cover himself.

"Erik, what are you doing?" I hissed softly. "Aren't you gonna cover yourself? Why'd you tell him to come in?"

"Hey, it's alright. Looks like I got myself a new alumni. When you're tutoring us in math, you can be in charge. When I'm tutoring you in sex, I'm in charge."

Little Jacob climbed in through the window with a huge smile. He stood right in front of Erik who was still leaning back against the wall with his legs down and slightly open. He kept staring at his huge boner.

"Are you guys playing a game?"

"Um, yeah. That's what we were doing," responded Erik with a smirk. "We were playing a game."

"What's it called?"

"It's called the humping game."

"Can I play?"

"Well I don't know. Only boys can play the humping game."

"I'm a boy."

"You're lying. You're not a boy. Aren't you a girl?"

"I'm not a girl! I'm a boy!"

"I still don't believe you. Are you sure you're a boy? Let's see, prove it."

"Yeah, look," Jacob said eagerly pulling down his shorts and showing us his little knob.

"Wow. You're right. You just proved me wrong. You are a boy. Well, why don't you pull those shorts off and start humping the pillow to see if you know how to do it. Jeremy, would you mind?" Erik said reaching out for my pillow that I was still holding to cover myself. I was about to protest, but then I remembered how hot Jacob looked the last time I saw him naked.

Jacob not only pulled off his shorts and underwear, he also peeled off his shirt. It was remarkable how fast and easy it was for Erik to get Jacob to strip completely naked. Erik placed the pillow on the middle of my bed and Jacob quickly straddled it. As soon as he started humping it, Erik and I leaned back to stare at his cute butt as it went up and down. We looked at each other and smiled. He looked so hot that we started jerking off again.

"Is this all we're gonna be doing," asked Jacob. "Just humping the pillow?"

"I don't know Jacob. Is there something else you wanna hump?" asked Erik. Jacob shrugged his shoulders cutely while staring at his boner. "I'll tell you what – I'll just lie here and you can hump anything you want okay?"

"Anything I want?" he asked with a sexy crooked smile.

"Whatever you want."

Jacob hesitated a little while staring at Erik's boner again. Then he went and straddled him planting his butt over his dick. He started humping Erik a little awkwardly at first until Erik placed his hands on Jacob's hips and started guiding his movements.

"Don't just hump up and down, little guy. Sway your hips smoothly as you're coming down. There you go, just like that."

I could see Erik's boner sticking up through the back of Jacob's legs as Erik rubbed his hands all over his little butt. This was the first time I had seen two people having sex. I just sat there against my headboard enjoying the view while jerking myself off again. This was starting out to be an incredible week of firsts. My first time having an eyeful of naked boy candy in the guy's locker room, my first time having sex with Jordan, my first orgasm, my first time cussing. Everything was happening so fast. I was starting to love high school.

Jacob pulled himself off of Erik and climbed on top of Sammy's bed. He leaned against the wall and stared at me as I kept jerking myself. The he started rubbing his little boner with his fingers trying to imitate me.

"Hey Jacob, why don't you stand up on the bed and pretend you're a stripper," called out Erik.

Jacob seemed to like the idea and quickly stood up. He started moving his body in ways that looked pretty erotic. He would turn around and part his butt cheeks with his hands to show us his little butt hole. He would get down on his knees and bend down to shake his butt at us with his legs slightly open. This little perv was really enjoying all this attention. He could tell from the look on our faces that we were enjoying the show and this encouraged him even more.

I was surprised at the promiscuity of this boy at such a young age. I don't remember ever seeing Sammy behaving this naughty. I mean, Sammy wasn't embarrassed being naked in front of me, but I've never seen him being as sexual like Jacob was right now. Everything he was doing seemed to be for the sole purpose of causing us arousal. He was such a sexy boy. I started massaging my nipples with both of my thumbs just like Erik was doing it earlier. I remembered Jacob humping my palm on Sammy's bed the other day and the things I imagined doing with this naked beauty. And now here I was seeing him in action. I never expected an eight-year-old to be this sexual.

I started wondering how he was interpreting everything that was going on. He seemed to enjoy showing off his body in a sexual manner and wasn't embarrassed at all. When I was eight, I never dreamed of doing anything even close to what he was doing, not even when I was alone in my room.

I turned around to look at Erik and he had a weird expression while staring at Jacob's little performance. He looked pensive as if he was trying to figure something out in his head. Then we heard the sound from a car engine and realized my uncle and the guys were home. We all quickly gathered our clothes and started getting dressed.

Erik put his hands on Jacob's shoulder. "Hey Jacob, did you have fun today," he quickly asked.

"Yeah," Jacob chirped cheerily.

"You wanna have some more fun tomorrow after school?"

"More fun like what we were doing right now? Yeah, sure."

When we heard everyone coming inside, Erik and Jacob quickly slipped out the window.

"Come on. We need to go. Let me walk you home and I'll explain on the way. See you later Jeremy."

Hmm. More fun tomorrow after school? Like just now? Did he just invite Jacob to tomorrow's photo shoot? Maybe this wasn't going to be what I was expecting. Wait a minute. I told Erik yesterday that I would be part of this photo shoot.

Oh shit.

Chapter 7
Scratch and Sniff

(Wednesday afternoon, Football Locker Room)

"Alright guys, pay close attention," I said with a little more confidence. "ABD and BCD of the quadrilateral are both right triangles, right? That means that the total area is the sum of the areas of the two right triangles." I started writing down formulas and inserting some numbers under the diagram on the white board inside the coach's office.

During the past two days, I noticed there seemed to be common areas of confusion with everyone's math homework. So, instead of explaining this to each person individually, I turned the little office into a make-shift classroom. All four walls were lined with boys holding their geometry books trying to copy everything I was writing down while more boys tried to listen in through the doorway.

This also gave me a chance to stare at their bodies more openly. Some were in their jock straps waiting until I was finished to take their showers, and others were fresh out of the shower drying themselves. I was still having trouble keeping myself from getting a woody… I mean a boner, so I decided to start wearing my own jock strap. The only one I hadn't seen was Kevin. I wonder where he was.

It seemed like the same boys who were teasing me or trying to pick on me when school first started were now treating me like an equal. They were being more friendly and respectful. Some would still ruffle my hair in a playful way like if I was their pet or something, but most of these guys would put out for a knuckle punch or a hand slap while passing me in the hallways. They were showing real appreciation for everything I was doing for them.

As soon as the lecture was over, I could hear the boys mumbling to each other. "Man, this kid knows more than our Geometry Teacher. Mr. Parker doesn't know shit. I feel bad for the other students who aren't in football. We sure lucked out with this little guy."

One of the guys, I think his name was Carlos, came up to me in his jock strap. "Hey Jeremy, thanks a lot for helping us out man. You're saving our asses. Listen, if you ever need anything, anything at all, you just let me know okay?"

"That goes for the rest of us, right guys?" intoned a deep-voiced junior trying to get everyone else's attention.

Everyone mumbled in agreement. "Yeah man. Anytime you need anything, you just let one of us know. We've got your back," said another boy giving me a light slap on my back on his way to the showers. I smiled as I stared admiringly at the way his naked butt cheeks shifted as he walked away. I'm sure glad I decided to wear this jock strap.

I turned around when I heard Erik and the coach conversing with each other. "Coach, I'm telling you he would be perfect."

"Are you sure he can handle it."

"I'm positive. We'll just make a few adjustment and he'll fit right in."

"Alright, we'll give him a shot for this upcoming pep rally. If he can handle it, we'll give him the job. Where is the little guy? Oh, there you are. Jeremy, come here son. I wanna ask you something."

I walked nervously towards the coach wondering what was going on. Some of the other boys were wondering the same thing.

"Jeremy, we have an opening for our school mascot. How would you like to be our Hornet for our football games and other events?"

"Wh… what? Me? You want me to be the school mascot?" I asked in awe. "But I thought you already had one."

"We did, but he, well, he got himself suspended. If you agree, I'll start you off on a probationary period. If you can prove to me that you can handle the job, it's yours. What do you say? If you want some time to think about it, you can let me know tomorrow."

I looked at Erik and he gave me a reassuring nod. I looked over at Kevin and he also gave me a nod. I slowly turned around to look at the rest of the boys and each of them started giving me a thumbs-up one by one. I was in a state of disbelief. They want little old me to be their Hornet? It gave me such a warm feeling that I wanted to cry. Before they could notice my eyes tearing up, I stood up straight and looked at the coach straight in the eyes. "It would be an honor, sir."

"Don't let me regret this," he said with a smirk giving me a slight squeeze on my shoulder.

"I won't let you down sir," I said with a toothy smile trying to fight a surge of enthusiasm.

"Come on Jeremy, let's see how you fit in the costume," said Erik walking towards the storage room.

(The woods close to Angelo's barn)

I was starting to feel a little nervous wondering if Conner was somewhere close by lurking behind the trees spying on us. I hadn't seen him at all these past two days at school. According to some other guys at school, they hadn't seen him either. Maybe Jordan did some serious damage when he was beating the crap out of him and he's at home recovering. One thing for certain is that he was gonna want revenge. That's what was really worrying me. I'm sure glad I'll be hanging around these guys for a while. Conner wouldn't dare try anything now. I looked behind my shoulder once again as Jacob was having a lively conversation with Erik.

"… and what if the Avengers are fighting the bad guys and one them has to go to the bathroom? Does Iron Man fly behind a tree to do his business? And what if he has to take a shit? Does he say Excuse me, I'll be right back? And if all the bathrooms are destroyed, what does he do? And if he does find a bathroom, does he have to take his whole suit off to take a crap?" Jacob asked Erik all animated.

"I don't know buddy." Erik looked amused as he looked down at Jacob. "All I know is that if the Hulk has to take a crap, I'm getting the hell out of there."

"Can you imagine," I said joining the conversation. "The Hulk wouldn't even fit inside the stall. And if he sat on the toilet, he'd just crush it."

"Plus, he'd need tons of toilet paper. I wonder if his shit comes out green and hulky-like," wondered Jacob out loud. "And what if he's normal while taking a shit and then he starts hulking out? Does the shit coming out of him start hulking out too?"

"I'd feel sorry for the next dude that comes to use that toilet," I said laughing.

"You guys have some weird ass imaginations," said Erik shaking his head.

"Hey Erik, come up here for sec," hollered Angelo. He and Kevin had been walking up ahead of us. It was a little hard to hear, so I made a sign for Jacob to stop talking so we could hear what they were saying.

"Dude, are you sure this is a good idea?" asked Angelo in a low voice. "I mean, Jeremy's already twelve and shit. But Jacob's only what, seven… eight? Isn't he a little too young?"

"It seems like that, right? But I've seen this kid in action – in the buff. He's a natural and he's not at all bashful. He'd be perfect for this. And haven't you been telling us that your client's been asking for some pre-pubes?"

"He has been asking for some fresh young blood, including pre-pubes. But pre-pubes as in Jeremy's age. By the way, are you sure Jeremy agreed to be part of the shoot?"

"Yeah, I asked him myself."

Angelo looked at Kevin. "Bro, are you sure you're okay with your cousin being part of this? I mean, I don't have to pair you up with him if you don't want."

Kevin shrugged his shoulders. "I wouldn't mind. Do whatever you feel is necessary to get the highest payout. In fact, it might be kind of…" He looked in my direction. "It might be kind of interesting. And about Jacob, I have seen him naked and I'm telling you he is hot. Erik's right. He's not bashful at all. Just give him a shot and see how it goes. It's not like we're gonna force the little guy. If he's up to it, great. If not, we've got nothing to lose right?"

"Well," said Angelo looking at Jacob. "He does look pretty sexy doesn't he? Does Jacob's mom even know he's out here with us?"

"Not here exactly. But my mom and his are like best friends and she's okay with him hanging out with me sometimes."

"All right dude. We'll try it your way. I'll send some of his shots to the client and if he likes them, we'll bring him back for more. You sure he won't tell?"

"Not a chance."

Oh man, I was almost certain I knew what this photo shoot was going to be about. I started feeling a little nervous. Maybe I can just say I don't want to do this anymore. But then Erik might get mad at me. Shit, I wouldn't want that. What am I gonna do?

When we got to Angelo's house, we all went inside and climbed up to the second floor. According to Angelo, his gramma was at a Senior Rec Center and we'd have the house all to ourselves for a while. We walked inside one of the bedrooms that looked to be already set up for the photo shoot. There were camcorders and professional looking cameras on tripods positioned at different angles with large light panels and other studio equipment.

It was a typical bedroom with a queen size bed covered in silky red satin bedsheets. Angelo started turning on the different lights and recording devices while Kevin and Erik stepped into the walk-in closet and started going through a wardrobe of clothes and costumes.

Erik turned to Kevin in disgust. "Dude, you stink. Didn't you take a shower after practice?"

"No. I wish I had. I have so much homework that I didn't have time. I'll do that at home."

"Just take one here and get a quick rinse-off," suggested Erik.

"You're right. Hey Angelo, can I take a quick shower? It'll take less than ten minutes."

"Yeah dude. Go ahead."

Jacob and I looked attentively as Kevin kicked off his shoes and started peeling off his shirt. It looked like he was gonna strip naked right in front of us. Jacob started rubbing his hands together with a big smile. His apparent level of interest was not lost on Angelo.

"Kevin, hold on. Change of plans. Um, put your shirt back on and take off your belt – I have an idea." Angelo walked up to Kevin. "Hey, has Jacob ever seen you naked?" he asked softly. Kevin shook his head. "Jacob, come here a sec." Angelo, Kevin, and Jacob huddled together while Angelo explained his idea.

I stepped over to Erik. "What's going on?"

"I don't know, but it must be good. Angelo's pretty good at what he does."

"What do you think Kevin?" asked Angelo.

"Awesome. Let's do this."

"You think you can do this little man?" Angelo asked Jacob.

"Sure," Jacob said with a crooked smile.

Angelo came up to me and Erik. "I'm starting this off with Jacob and Kevin. After that, we'll do something with you and Jeremy in the barn okay?"

"What kind of shots are they doing?" asked Erik curiously.

"Watch and learn," said Angelo smiling. "Alright, let's get started."

With camera in hand, Angelo started choreographing them using hand gestures. It started with Jacob pinching his nose at Kevin because of his stinky smell. Jacob points his finger towards the bathroom and goes to turn on the water to the hot tub. He goes and stands up on the bed and starts peeling off Kevin's shirt. He cups his chin on Kevin's shoulder and takes a peek at his nipples with interest.

"Rub your hands slowly down his chest and over his nipples," instructs Angelo while snapping some shots.

Kevin turns around and Jacob points his finger at his large bulge under his jeans and starts giggling. Kevin sits on the bed and leans back a little as Jacob sits down next to him. Kevin grabs Jacob's hand and inserts the tip of his fingers under his jeans. Jacob pulls up on the jeans as much as he can and takes a peek inside. Kevin looks at Jacob and nods his head.

With a devilish smile, Jacob pushes his hand deeper under Erik's pants. I could see his hand movements under the jeans as he starts digging around. Kevin leaned his head back fully aroused letting us know Jacob had found the prize. Jacob unbuttons Kevin's jeans and starts pulling down the zipper exposing Kevin's jock strap. He stands up and starts pulling them off. Angelo asks Jacob to take off his shoes and has both of them sitting down on the bed facing each other with their knees up.

"You guys pretend you're having a conversation with each other. Jacob, bring down your right foot slowly and place it between his legs over his dick. Yeah, there you go. Start rubbing it around a little bit." Angelo kept snapping more photos. "Alright, both of you stand up. Kevin, face me. Jacob, stand behind him and peek around his waist. I want you to start peeling off his jock strap. Do it slowly. Start from one side and work yourself around."

Hooo man! I took a deep breath and I could hardly contain myself. I'd seen Kevin in his jock strap, I'd seen him naked in the shower, but I had never seen him with a full-blown erection. As Jacob kept pulling on Kevin's jock strap, his eyes started bugging out. As soon as he unhooked it from his boner, he had a look of intense and wondrous sexual curiosity. Jacob knelt down with his face next to Kevin's hip and started pulling it down the rest of the way, staring intently at his giant boner with an alluring smile.

Jacob then grabbed Kevin's hand and led him into the bathroom still staring at his naked body.

Angelo and Erik started reviewing some of the shots admiringly.

"Man, this kid is awesome," said Angelo with a big smile. "Those looks of arousal from this eight-year-old is just what I was looking for. That's what my client's been asking for. I can't wait to start getting some shots of you and Jeremy. He looks pretty hot too. Good call Erik."

"Told ya."

After making some adjustments with the lighting, we all stepped into the bathroom with Kevin sitting in a hot tub full of clear water. Kevin stood up and for the next few minutes, Jacob started lathering Kevin's body with soap. With a look of delight, he used his little hands to rub and caress every single part of his body. Of course, Kevin's privates became the center of his focus. Kevin grabbed Jacob's hand and wrapped his fingers around his boner as he showed him how to jerk him off. Without an ounce of bashfulness, Jacob eagerly aimed to please. Using both hands, Jacob kept stroking Erik's boner outward with his soapy fingers.

"Kevin, turn around and bend over. Jacob, reach between Kevin's legs and start stroking his boner. Oh yeah. That's pretty hot. Turn your face to the camera. Perfect."

This was so incredibly arousing. Without Jacob noticing, Angelo started making gestures to Kevin. With a big smile, Kevin wrapped his arms around Jacob and picked him up. Jacob yelled and squealed in surprise as Kevin brought him into the water with him. After getting over the initial surprise, Jacob and Kevin started splashing around playfully.

"Your turn you little stinker," Kevin said laughing. Jacob stood up and Kevin quickly peeled off his wet shirt and started unbuttoning his jeans. After pulling them off, Kevin was on his knees staring at Jacob's wet and semi-transparent underwear. Kevin turned him around to face the camera and from behind, started pulling down on Jacob's underwear in the same way Jacob had been pulling down on his jock strap.

His boner had made the size of his penis grow considerably larger since the last time I saw him naked. Then my eyes widened when I saw Kevin putting his mouth over Jacob's penis and started licking it and sucking on it. Jacob just stood there enjoying the stimulations. This is what Conner was doing with me when he had me tied up. What is this all about? I'm gonna need to ask Erik about this later on.

"Alright guys. Let's wrap this up. Good job," said Angelo turning off his camera.

Kevin looked disappointed. "Hey wait a minute, let me just show him how to do it to me."

"Listen, we don't wanna make it too intense for him this first time around. You don't want to scare him off, do you? Let's just take it slow and eventually, we'll start easing him into some hardcore action. Besides, we'll wanna get as many sets with this little guy as we can to make this more profitable. In the meantime, everyone grab whatever you can and let's head over to the barn so I can get Erik and Jeremy."

"What about me?" asked Jacob while Kevin was drying himself and getting dressed. "All my clothes are wet."

Angelo walked into the closet and returned holding a large robe. "Here, wear this in the meantime and I'll put your clothes in the dryer."

On the way to the barn, I was having serious doubts about all of this. And what's this hardcore thing Angelo had mentioned? Just the thought of me stripping in front of everybody was making me really nervous. But at the same time, I didn't want to disappoint Erik or make him look bad. What am I gonna do?

Erik turned to Angelo. "Hey, this is gonna be his first time also. Let's go easy on the action this first time around okay?"

Angelo started explaining the sequence of shots and what he wanted us to do. The more he spoke, the more nervous I started getting. "Alright, you guys ready?"

Erik looked at me. "Jeremy, you ready?"

I nodded slowly. We started off with shots of me pulling off Erik's shirt. Angelo had me touching Erik's nipples with the tip of my tongue. Erik stood behind me and removed my shirt. He reached around and placed his hands over my bare chest. I was feeling so nervous that I started trembling. Erik noticed immediately and turned me around.

"Listen Jeremy, if you're not up to this, you can stop this at any time. None of us are gonna get mad at you okay?" Erik turned to the others. "Hey guys, can you give me and Jeremy a couple of minutes alone please?"

Erik waited until Angelo, Kevin, and Jacob stepped out. "If you're feeling nervous, the camera's gonna pick that up and the shots won't be any good to us. I'll tell you what – if you want, I can take some shots of you alone without the other guys around. It'll just be me and you in the barn. We'll make this quick and easy. Besides, after what you and I were doing in your room yesterday, this can't be too hard. What do you say?"

I could feel myself blushing. "So, you'll be the one taking the shots?"

Erik nodded.

"Alright, I… I guess that'll make it a little easier."

Erik grabbed the camera and started snapping shots of me undressing. Again, he started joking around with me and really knew how to make me feel relaxed and a little more at ease. In just my underwear, he had me sit on a bale of hay and do some poses for him.

"I'm still sensing a little bit of uneasiness from you. It doesn't even look like you have a boner yet." Erik stared at me for a moment and then started stripping off his own clothes.

"Um, what are you doing?" I asked curiously.

"I'm doing whatever it takes to get you a little bit more relaxed and a little more excited," he said pulling off his underwear and leaving himself completely naked. I got a surge of arousals as I watched his penis rising up higher and higher and making my own penis get harder and harder. This was definitely getting me more excited.

"Okay, pull up your knees and open your legs a little bit." Erik came in and took a close shot between my legs.

"Now pull your undies down just enough to show half of your butt. Good. Now pull them down a little more to just below your hips and just enough to expose your goodies. Keep your knees up and… yeah, that's perfect." He came in even closer and took shots of my nuts and scrotum from a low angle.

"Give me a sexy smile. Sexier. Start making love to the camera. Look at my naked body and pretend you're fucking me in the ass. Oh yeah Jeremy. There you go. That's it man. Dude, you have a really sexy smile. You are a hottie."

With Erik's guidance, I continued to do different poses on the bale of hay. There was a shot of me on my knees with my underwear halfway down to my knees. Another one with me on my stomach with my legs wide open and my feet in the air. Then one with me lying on my side completely naked with one leg up in the air. I no longer had any problems keeping my boner up as I kept staring at Erik's naked body. And it made me feel really horny watching Erik taking some really close shots of my 'goodies' as he called them from different angles.

Erik put the camera down and walked up to me. "Alright bro. I think we're good for now. These'll just be some sample shots. We can start getting dressed. If you're feeling up to it, the next shoot will be a little bit more intense with some more of us in the room. We'll let Angelo decide who he wants to pair you up with, but he'll probably ask you first."

"Eric, what does hardcore mean?"

"Well, it means getting more physical with each other. It involves fucking, giving blowjobs, that kind of stuff."

"What's a blowjob?"

"It looks like you and I are gonna need to have another tutoring session."

"Looking forward to it," I said dreamingly taking a hard swallow.

As soon as we got ourselves dressed, Erik called the other boys in. As they started preparing for their strip dance practice, Jacob and I just stood against the wall waiting with anticipation. Angelo went and lowered the intensity of the lights and activated a disco ball with some kind of sophisticated lasers shooting out in different directions. Erik and Kevin climbed on to the long platform and started dancing to some kind of night club music.

As me and Jacob were watching, I felt something drop on my shoulder from above. I looked down and noticed a piece of paper on the floor folded up. I picked it up and opened it and there was a drawing of a large penis and balls with the words "Scratch and sniff. Come up for the real thing." I looked up and saw Jordan's head peaking down at me from the loft above waving his hand at me.

Why am I not surprised? I sniffed the paper curiously and suddenly felt stupid about it. I looked up and saw Jordan laughing to himself. He gestured for me to come up.

I slowly started walking around. Without Jacob noticing, I quickly slipped out the door. I walked around to the back and quickly started climbing the ladder up to the loft. I quietly stepped over to the railing where Jordan was waiting for me. I was really glad to see him. "Jordan, what are you doing here?"

"Enjoying the view, what else?" he said looking at the boys below.

"How long have you been up here?"

"Long enough to watch you and that cute naked blonde guy taking pictures of you doing some pretty hot poses. I was really impressed."

"You… you saw us? The whole thing?" I asked feeling myself starting to blush.

"Dude, you're blushing. Hey, you don't have to be embarrassed. You have a hot body. There's nothing for you to be ashamed of. And that blonde guy, ooh man, he's really hot. You know all these guys?"

"Yeah. That one on the right is actually my cousin Kevin. The other one's Erik. The guy with the camera is Angelo. They're all in the football team."

"What about that little guy down there in the robe?"

"Oh, that's Jacob. He was in the photo shoot we did inside the house."

"Too bad I missed that one. And these guys let you hang out with them?"

"Yeah. I actually help them out with their homework afterschool."

"Wait, you're in high school already? How old are you?"

"I'm twelve. I skipped two grades."

"Hey, that's awesome. Congratulations man. You must be pretty smart."

I just shrugged my shoulders shyly. We looked down and saw Erik and Kevin already down to their scanty bikini thongs gyrating their hips to the beat of the music. Through the corner of my eye, I noticed Jordan get up on his knees and started pulling his jeans down without even unbuttoning them and started masturbating.

After a brief moment of uncertainty, I decided I didn't want him to think I was a prude, so I unbuckled my belt, undid my jeans and pulled them down as well. We both stared at each other's boners and smiled as I also started jerking myself.

It felt exhilarating doing this with Jordan also jerking himself right next to me. This was still kind of new for me and I just loved how it was making me feel. We kept staring down at the guys doing their dance routine, but we also spent about half the time staring at each other's dicks with big smiles and a little bit of giggling.

Jordan came and placed himself right next to me. He reached over, pushed my hand away, and started jerking me. Without any prompting, I immediately reached over and started jerking him.

Feeling his boner in my fingers and feeling my boner in his fingers – wow, what a combination of arousals. Erik and Kevin had their thongs down to their knees as they kept up with their dance routine. Then they pulled them up again. Both of them looked so damn hot. It was almost hypnotizing watching their hard dicks pointing up and watching them bounce around like that. Hooo mama!

"Hey Jeremy, why do they pull their thongs off and then pull them up again so quickly? They should just leave them off. Isn't that the point of doing all this?"

"Yeah, you're right. They should. Maybe I'll ask them about this."

Jordan tapped me on the arm. "Hey, time to go. Looks like the kid wants to climb up here. He's probably looking for you."

We both pulled our pants up and quietly climbed down the outside ladder. "See you around Jeremy. It was a stroke of luck finding each other here again," he said with a smirk.

"It wasn't that hard. Oh, wait a minute – it actually was hard. Very hard." We both burst out laughing trying to keep it down.

Jordan turned to leave. "Hey wait. When can we get together again?" I asked hopefully.

"Like I said, I'll find you," he said walking away. He stopped and turned with a smile. "Hey Jeremy…" Jordan scratched his palm and took a long sniff.

I laughed again, scratched my own palm and also took a long sniff. Is that his dick I'm smelling? I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little paper that Jordan had dropped on my shoulder with a drawing of that penis.

Scratch and sniff. Come up for the real thing.

As I watched Jordan walking away, I put my palm to my nose again and took an even deeper and longer sniff. I don't think I'm gonna be washing this hand for a while.

Chapter 8
Tree Vines

(Thursday afternoon in the woods)

Man, Jordan's gonna be so excited. The laundry bag full of stuff that I was carrying felt like it was getting heavier. But it's worth it just to see the look on his face when he sees what I brought him.

Kevin had told me that the coach had cancelled practice for this afternoon and I had asked Uncle Owen if I could go to the local library to do some studying. Of course, my true destination was trying to find Jordan's hiding place. Last Monday when Jordan walked me out of the woods and to my house, I had memorized certain landmarks. I was certain I was heading in the right direction. I couldn't wait to get there.

And there it is. Yes! I found it. Cool! I didn't see him outside, so he must be in his little trailer. As I got closer, somehow it seemed like it got a little quieter. I started feeling a little nervous. Maybe he wasn't even here. I guess there's one way to find out. I walked over to the door and climbed on top of the tree trunk. I noticed the whole trailer kind of shifting a little bit so he must be inside.

I could hear some strange noises from inside as if someone was breathing hard. The door was a little bit open so I grabbed the edge with my fingers and tried to pull it a little bit wider. Big mistake. As I pulled on the door, it made a loud creaking sound. I heard some kind of commotion coming from inside. Suddenly the door flew open knocking me to the ground. A young man flew out the door and started running off trying to pull his pants up. Jordan ran out yelling at him trying to pull up his own jeans.

"Hey come back here! You haven't paid me my money! You owe me! Where's my fucking money? I need that!"

The man kept running off without even looking back. Jordan turned to me and gave me the most chilling glare.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded raising his arms. "You just cost me my money! I was counting on that," he snapped in a kind of slurry speech. He also looked like he was having trouble walking making me wonder if he was drunk. "What the hell do you want?"

"Jordan, I'm sorry," I said getting myself up. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I just wanted to bring you some pizza and I have some…"

"Some pizza? Some pizza?" he screamed incredulously. "Oooh, well… that's just gonna solve every one of my problems, isn't it? My fucking shoes are torn, they have fucking holes in them, my shoe laces are ripped and there's a fucking lump on the soles giving me a fucking blister!" he screamed. "But hey, you decided to bring me some pizza so everything's hunky dory. So don't worry, be happy right? Rainbows and unicorns right?"

I started tearing up at his sudden aggressiveness. "Hey, I said I was sorry alright? You don't have to be mean to me," I said wiping me tears. "I just wanted to do something nice for you, that's all."

Jordan stumbled over to me in a rage. "I can take care of myself! I've been doing it for months and I don't need your fucking charity!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Just leave me the fuck alone," he said walking away.

He stumbled over to a pile of junk and started kicking at it violently. He grabbed an empty beer bottle and threw it against the trailer as hard as he could, shattering the bottle and causing even more holes on the rusting metal. He grabbed some more junk and threw it against the trailer violently as well. I was really getting scared as I felt my body flinching after every impact.

"Jordan, why are you doing this? Stop it. Stop it!" I screamed with tears streaming down.

Jordan turned around and started kicking at the pile of junk again, causing him to stumble and fall on his face. Then he buried his head in his arm and started crying.

"I'm so tired Jeremy," he sobbed. "I'm so tired of all this shit. I'm so tired of being chased away by security guards from all the stores and from the malls. I'm tired of managers running me off their dumpsters in the back of their restaurants." He started crying some more.

"I'm tired of watching parents pull their children close every time they see me passing by like if I was some kind of monster. And I'm tired of always being so hungry," he wailed. "That's the hardest part of all. I am so, so tired Jeremy. Sometimes I just feel like ending it all. I can't live like this anymore."

My God! I was heartbroken seeing him like this. He looked so broken and destitute. I went over and knelt down beside him as he kept crying. I gently placed my hand on his shoulder and tried to comfort him. Jordan then sat up and gave me a tight hug.

"I'm sorry Jeremy. I didn't mean all those things I said to you," he said as he continued crying on my shoulder. I could smell the booze on his breath, but right now I really didn't care. I just wrapped my arms around him until he started calming down.

He finally pulled himself away wiping his tears and sat there holding his knees. "Sometimes I wake up in the mornings and for a few seconds, when I'm in that twilight right before waking up, I feel like I'm in my own room, on my own warm bed under my own covers. I could smell bacon in the air and I know that my mom is making breakfast downstairs. Probably pancakes or scrambled eggs with hash browns. I could hear birds chirping from outside my window and I feel like everything's right in the world and that at any moment, mom's gonna come up and wake me up for school.

"For those few seconds, I feel normal. For those few seconds, I am happy." He paused looking down. "And then I wake up and I find myself lying on the cold concrete under a bridge or on the roof of some shopping center shivering in the cold and feeling my stomach growling with hunger. Reality comes crashing in like a punch in the gut. Depression is not too far behind.

"I realize that the first order of business is trying to figure out where I'm gonna steal my next meal from. Trying to figure out what stores I can go to where they're not gonna automatically chase me away. Sometimes out of desperation I find myself trading my body for cash, for food, or for just a hot shower somewhere."

He looked at me and started crying again. "I had a life Jeremy," he sobbed. "I had a home, I had clothes, I had friends at school, I had a phone, I had… I had everything. It's not fair Jeremy. It just isn't fair," he cried.

"Then go home Jordan. Why don't you just go home?" I pleaded passionately. "It can't possibly be any worse than this, can it?"

"Yes it can. You don't understand. I already told you why I can't go back."

He still doesn't know my dad's in prison. But how could he not know? Jordan was the focus of the investigation. He must've been told by his lawyer that my dad was sent to prison. Unless he ran away before that happened. But why would he need to run away if my dad wasn't allowed to even come near him? This just doesn't add up. Something's not right.

We both sat quietly for a long moment as Jordan tried to pull himself together. "So what kind of pizza did you bring me," Jordan asked a bit calmer.

"Oh, um… Pepperoni and sausage," I said reaching into the laundry bag and pulling out a large baggie full of pizza slices.

"What, no mushrooms? I'm sorry but I can't eat pizza if it doesn't have mushrooms," he said seriously. I just stared at him dumbfounded. Then he smiled and reached out with his hands. "I'm just kidding," he joked. "Gimme gimme gimme," he said eagerly.

I could feel my tensions starting to finally go away. Jordan had really hurt my feelings by the way he was treating me earlier. Even though he was starting to act normal again, it still bothered me seeing a side of him that I'd never seen before. A side that had really scared the shit out of me.

"Mmmf, mmm, this is really good," Jordan said biting into the first slice. "I haven't had pizza in months, since I ran away actually. Mmff, oh yeah baby. Uhh, uuuh, come to papa. Oh, you are sooo good. Uuuh, uuuhmf…"

"You want me to leave you two alone?" I asked laughing. "It looks like you're enjoying the pizza more than you enjoyed me. I'm starting to get jealous."

"Oh, don't worry hot stuff. This pizza's already cold, but you'll always be hot to me," he said giving me a sexy wink.

Jordan knew that he had scared me and now he was trying his best to make up for it by making me laugh and make me feel more at ease. I really appreciated that and decided that it must've been the alcohol that made him act the way he did. As I watched him munching away at the pizza slices, I reflected on his handsome features. He had a cute face, a really sexy body, and that boner of his was so irresistible.

As I kept staring at him, I suddenly felt a spark of inspiration. Ideas started forming in my head. As I turned these ideas around in my head, they started coalescing into a preliminary plan. I analyzed it and tried to look at it from different angles trying to balance everything out just like an equation. I kept shifting the pieces from one side of the equation to the other until it finally reached some sort of equilibrium. This could work. It has to.

"Jordan, I have an idea. I think I know how you can get some cash in your pockets. Lots of it."

Jordan stopped in mid-munch for a moment, and then kept chewing. "Waffs yu idea?" he asked with his mouth full.

I leaned in and told him my idea. Jordan stared at me as he was finishing the last of the pizza slices. After swallowing everything down, he gave out a loud burp.

"Aaah, thanks Jeremy," he said rubbing his stomach and licking his fingers. "That was so good."

"You're welcome. So, what do you think?"

"It's an interesting idea. You think it'll work?"

"The question is, do you think you can do this?"

"Well, I'm willing to give it a try. At this point, I'll try anything."

"Awesome. In the meantime, I thought you could use these," I said as I reached into my bag and pulled out some athletic tenny shoes.

"Jeremy," he said in awe taking them into his hands. "These look almost brand new. Where'd you get these?"

"I was looking through the lost and found in the locker room and there they were. I didn't know your size, so I really hope they'll fit you."

Jordan kicked off his torn shoes and tried on the new ones. His face lighted up with excitement as he started tying the shoe laces. "They're a little big but that's okay as long as they're not too small. I'll just grow into them. These are perfect." His face suddenly looked sad as he stared at the ground. "Now I feel like shit for the way I treated you. I'm so sorry Jeremy. Please forgive me. I was being a real asshole. I really appreciate all this and I'm glad you stopped by. How can I ever repay you?"

"You can start by giving me that beautiful smile again."

Jordan scooted himself right next to me and leaned his head on my shoulder. We both leaned back against a mound of dirt and stared up at the rays of sunshine piercing through the trees of the forest. After a while, I noticed Jordan was starting to doze off. Poor thing. He was exhausted from the effects of the alcohol, from that terrible outburst, and finally from having a full stomach.

I gently guided him inside his trailer and lay him down on one of his torn cushions, placing a blanket over him. There was no way I was gonna ask him to walk me home in his condition. If I was able to find my way over here, I'd be able to find my way back. I just hope he's gonna be okay.

As I was walking back, I started feeling excited about my new plan. Now I just had to figure out how I was gonna actually execute it. I was definitely gonna need some help with this one and I knew exactly who I could confide in.

(Friday evening around 5:30 pm, Angelo's barn)

I was standing outside the barn looking to see if I could find Jordan. The barn was already filling up with men of all ages anxiously waiting for the strip dance performance to start. In order to avoid attracting too much attention, everyone had to park their cars at a designated spot far away and everyone was brought in groups in long caravans.

Security monitors were roaming around the perimeter looking for any signs of law enforcement or any other types of suspicious activity. All monitors were wearing headsets connected to radios. If they saw any police coming, they would send out the alert. Everyone knew what the escape plan was in such an occasion. It was a simple plan – run as fast as you can into the woods and hope you don't get caught.

Something caught the attention of one of the monitors and he suddenly became alert. Jordan! There he is. I ran as fast as I could towards him. By the time I got to him, the monitor had blocked his path and was trying to question him.

"It's all right. He's with me," I shouted. "He's aah… He's one of the dancers."

The monitor shrugged his shoulders and spoke into his radio as he walked away. "All clear. Repeat, all clear."

"Jordan, you made it," I said with a big smile. "Come on. Let me introduce you to someone."

We walked over to the back and I had Jordan climb the exterior ladder up to the loft. "Wait up there while I go look for Erik. I'll bring him right up to introduce you to him."

"You mean that hot blonde guy you were with yesterday?"

"The one and only." Jordan started fanning his face with his hands with a smile of anticipation.

I walked around to the front and went inside. The men were conversing with each other while soft upbeat music played in the background. The show was scheduled to begin at 6 o'clock and they looked like they were already getting into the mood and into the spirit of a most exciting evening. I looked around and saw Erik talking to the DJ and quickly walked over to him.

"Erik, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure, what's up? Talk to me."

I opened my mouth to say something and then decided to use a different tactic. "Um, better yet, I want to show you something. Follow me."

I had Erik follow me to the back. "Jeremy, what's going on? Where are you taking me?" he asked as I started climbing the ladder.

"Just get up here. It'll only take a minute or two."

I climbed through the window and waited for Erik also climb in. I looked around in the semi-darkness until I spotted Jordan in a shadowy corner.

"Erik, I'd like you to meet…" Erik suddenly had an expression of awe on his face. I turned to Jordan as he was walking out of the shadow and gasped. Whoa. Jordan had apparently stripped off his clothes and had put on some kind of costume of his own making that made him look very hot.

"Jeremy," Erik said swallowing. "You… you know this guy?"

"Yeah, and um… I'm kind of gonna need your help."

(Close to 9:00 pm)

The men were going wild as they lined themselves around the long stage. Kevin and Erik were prancing around and gyrating their bodies in their orange glow-in-the-dark tanga thongs to the beat of the music. A disco ball and lasers were making quite a show. Fog machines were placed on each end of the stage puffing out a blanket of smoke flowing over the edges which made it look really cool.

Angelo had asked me to go up to the loft for my own protection. He kept himself busy going back and forth to check on the cameras and consulting with the DJ and just making sure everything was running smoothly and making sure all the customers were enjoying themselves and having a good time.

The music wasn't too loud, but it was loud enough to get everyone in the mood. The windows had been shaded so as not to attract any onlookers from outside. The stage was low enough for the men to be able to reach up and feel the lower parts of their bodies. The boys would dance over to different parts of the stage and do a stationary dance as the men reached out with hands trying to touch and to rub their skin. They kept grabbing their bulges and kept cupping their hands over their exposed butts as the boys expertly shifted themselves out of their reach.

There were many attempts to snag and pull their tangas down and many of those times they succeeded. This would always send the men into a frenzy. The boys would tease the men by whipping their dicks around while blocking their hands trying to grab on. Sometimes they would actually let them touch their dicks for just a couple of seconds and then they would move away.

It seemed like they were getting ready for some kind of finale. Erik placed himself in the middle and started doing a very hot looking belly dance just like a real belly dancer. Kevin knelt down behind him and started pulling the sides of Erik's tanga string as he kept gyrating his hips.

The men started cheering loudly. The more Kevin pulled down, the louder the cheers. Finally, as soon the Erik's boner popped out, the men went wild. The frenzy continued as they switched places and Erik started pulling down on Kevin's tanga while he did his own belly dance.

Oh my God, this looked so hot that I decided to undo my jeans and I started jerking myself. Both boys had their hands in the air dancing to the music. Kevin positioned his boner under Erik's butt from behind and pressed himself against his body as Erik continued moving his hips. They kept making faces of profound arousal as Erik kept bending forward. The motions looked so rhythmic and the upbeat music made it look so erotic.

Then Erik turned his head up and looked straight at me. He jerked his head letting me know that it was time. I quickly buttoned my jeans and started climbing down. The lights started getting brighter as the music started dying down. I tried to squeeze my way through the crowd of men trying to get to the DJ who had just clicked on the microphone.

"Alright! Gentlemen, let's give these boys a huge round of applause for their most erotic performance yet. I hope you all enjoyed the show and I'd like to thank everyone for coming. Please log on to the usual blog and give us your feedback and let us know what…"

I ran up to the DJ and yanked the mic out of his hands. "Wait! Don't leave yet," I shouted a little too loud. The barn got deathly quiet as every single one of the men turned around apparently trying to find the source of such a young voice. I swallowed nervously. "We um… we have another showing… I mean, we have one more performance for you."

"Jeremy, what the hell are you doing? Shut that thing off," Angelo hissed making his way towards me. The DJ tried to grab the cordless mic out of my hands but I quickly moved away.

Erik caught up to Angelo and held him back. "Bro, let him continue. Trust me, you won't regret this."

"What's going on? You knew about this?"

"Hey, trust me. Have I ever let you down? I'll explain later." Erik looked at me and gave me an encouraging nod. Then he went over to the DJ and had him look for an appropriate song.

Feeling a little more confident, I decided to try my best to imitate the voice and the style of the DJ. "Gentlemen!" I shouted loudly. "We have a special bonus treat for your viewing pleasure. This next performer is fourteen years old and smooth as a baby's butt! Please welcome…" Shit, I forgot to come up with a stage name for him. I can't bring him on without a stage name.

I looked up at the loft and got a flashback of the last time Jordan and I were up there and what he had told me.

"It was a stroke of luck finding each other here again."

That's it. That's perfect. "Please help me welcome 'The Midnight Stroker Boooy!'"

The men started cheering loudly as Jordan climbed on stage and started dancing. They started cheering even louder when they got a full view of whatever he was wearing. I don't even know what to call it, but it looked pretty damn hot. He had managed to stitch together a whole bunch of green tree vines around his waist attached to and held up by additional vines going diagonally over his bare shoulder.

The vines were more loosely stitched from behind. But even though the front was stitched a little tighter, we could still see glimpses of his boner, his nuts and parts of his short wispy pubes. The fact that they had kept the lights on made all of this even more apparent. Erik and the DJ had selected the perfect song called 'The Need To Be Naked'.

Jordan wasn't afraid to get close to all those probing hands reaching up to touch him. In fact, it looked like he was encouraging them. He turned around and started shaking his butt. A hand reached up and snapped off one of the vines. More hands started snapping more vines off of his butt. He turned towards the crowd and fell on his knees bending himself backward allowing more of his vines to be snapped off. He kept shifting around on his knees to different parts of the stage bending backwards and pumping his hips up and down as more vines started flying into the air.

By now, all the men were catching on to what this Midnight Stroker Boy was allowing and even encouraging them to do. The men started going wild as Jordan let himself be stripped completely naked. He walked around the edges of the stage letting the men grab his dick and his balls freely without swatting their hands away. The men were clamoring over each other trying to position themselves for an opportunity to get their hands around his delicious raging boner.

And then my salivating jaw dropped to the floor. Jordan got on his knees and leaned himself back allowing some of the men to put his dick in their mouths. This must be the blowjobs Erik mentioned earlier. I was looking for any signs that he might be bothered by this, but he looked like he was really enjoying himself. He shifted around the stage on his knees giving more men a chance to touch, to fondle, to suck his dick and jerk him off. This was turning out to be the highlight of the entire evening. I almost burst out laughing when I noticed Erik, Angelo, Kevin and the DJ salivating with lusty expressions.

Then Jordan stood up and made like he was gonna throw himself into the crowd. The men made signs for him to go for it and cheered him on. Jordan took a couple of steps back and then threw his body onto the eager hands of the crowd of men. They kept passing him around among their raised hands as they started chanting.

"STROKER! STROKER! STROKER!"

Jordan was lowered down to the ground and got lost in the crowd for a moment. Then I saw him walking around among all the men letting them have their way with him. He would pick some of them randomly and start kissing them in the mouth passionately as they squeezed and massaged his round naked butt. After managing to squeeze himself through the men around the entire stage, he climbed up on the stage and bowed as the music was coming to an end. Everyone started clapping and cheering with loud whoops and whistles as Jordan stepped off and went into one of the back rooms.

"ENCORE! ENCORE!"

I looked over at Angelo and he looked like he had dollar signs in his eyes. After the frenzy started dying down, I went to look for Jordan. I stepped into the back room he had walked into and found it empty with the window open. He was gone. Erik, Kevin and Angelo stepped in behind me.

"Jeremy, Erik said you're the one who brought him in. How come you didn't tell me?" asked Angelo.

"I was afraid you might've said no."

"After what I saw, I'm definitely saying yes."

"Jeremy, who is he? I've never seen him at school. How do you know him?" asked Kevin.

"You don't wanna to know. Listen guys, he's in trouble and he needs money. That's the reason I convinced him to do this. You think you can help him out?"

"What kind of trouble is he in?" asked Erik.

"It's kind of a secret and I promised not to tell. The only thing I can say is that he's homeless and he needs money really bad. Please?"

"He's homeless?" Erik asked in surprise. The guys all looked at each other. "I think he deserves an equal share," said Erik. Kevin and Angelo nodded in agreement.

"Alright Jeremy, I'll put the cash in an envelope and Kevin can hold on to it until you guys meet up again. I suppose you know where to find him?"

"Angelo, I'm not a baby. I can handle the envelope all by myself," I said a little annoyed.

Angelo looked at Kevin with a wry smile. "Looks like he's growing some, isn't he?"

Kevin came up to me. "Alright cousin. We'll try it your way. But I don't want you going over your head. If there's any sign of trouble or you think you need some help, you let me or one of us know right away. Deal?"

"Deal. Thanks Kevin."

"Hey, you think you can you get him to do this again?" asked Angelo.

"Oh, you can count on it."

Chapter 9
Family Resemblance

(Sunday around noon)

I patted my pocket feeling the envelope full of cash nicely tucked in. Jordan's gonna be so happy and so relieved and I couldn't wait to see his face. This should hold him up for a long while. I know it wasn't my fault and I shouldn't feel responsible for all those things my dad did to Jordan, but I still felt a sense of obligation to do everything I could to help him out. And right now, I was feeling pretty proud of myself for what I had accomplished.

At the same time, I was feeling a sense of dread. I had decided to come clean with Jordan and tell him my dark secret – that the monster who's responsible for hurting him so bad and making him run away is my own father. Maybe once he knows that my dad's gonna be in prison for a long time, maybe I can convince him that it's okay for him to go home.

When I arrived at his hiding place, I didn't see him around. Having learned my lesson from my previous visit, I quietly approached the little trailer and looked for any signs of movement. If he's in there having sex with someone, I don't wanna bother them and I'll just come back later.

Everything seemed quiet. There were no sounds anywhere. I grabbed a rusting folding chair and placed it in front of one of the windows giving me a chance to look inside. Nothing.

"Jordan?" I said quietly. "Jordan are you in here?"

I looked around and decided he wasn't here. The poor guy's probably out looking for something to eat. Damn, I should've come sooner. I noticed a barely visible trail going in the opposite direction from which I came. I decided to follow it hoping I wouldn't get hopelessly lost in the woods.

As I kept walking, I could hear the familiar sounds of running water. As I kept walking, the sounds became louder. I climbed up a small hill and came across a small creek where a very naked Jordan was taking a bath with a bar of soap. His worn and tattered wet clothes that he had just apparently washed were drying on some flat rocks. I sat down with my knees up and with a slight sense of guilt, I just stared at him like some horny pervert.

The spot he was in was shallow with the water coming up just above his knees. I started getting a hard-on just watching the way he was lathering himself. He looked so sexy with his hair all wet and messy like that. His dick wasn't hard, but it still looked so arousing the way it hung down like that in front of his hanging balls. This is the guy who introduced me to sex and gave me my first sexual experience. Something I wanted to experience again.

And the fact that he was a total stranger at the time made it more memorable. Something that should've made me run away in fear and embarrassment turned out to be something exciting and very arousing. I thought back two days ago and remembered how we were both jerking each other off while watching the guys practicing their strip dance. And then I remembered his performance last night. It was just so… so orgasmic. He looked so incredibly hot in that vine costume he had made for himself. And the way he was letting all those men touch him like that – I'd never seen anything like it.

Whoa. He's actually growing a boner. I could clearly see it rising higher and higher as he started rinsing himself like a bird giving itself a birth bath. Then he raised his head up with his eyes closed towards the sun and started jacking off while letting the breeze dry his body. I rested my chin on my knees and just kept staring. Mmmm, I just wanted to feel his body against mine again and to wrap my fingers around his beautiful cock as much as I wanted to feel his fingers around my cock. I was totally turned on.

"Hey Jeremy! Are you enjoying the show?" Jordan shouted laughing.

Oh gawd, he's seen me. How embarrassing. He started wading in the water towards me and stood right in front of me with water drops beading down his tanned body. His legs were slightly parted and he had his hands on his hips giving me a sexy smile. I just looked up at him with a sheepish grin trying unsuccessfully not to stare at his boner. Then he lay down on his back on the rocky surface to dry himself with his hands under his head. Trying not to make it too obvious, I kept staring at his hard dick though the corner of my eye. It was just right there waiting for me to grab it.

"Hey um… I didn't mean to spy on you. I just…"

"Oh, come on Jeremy. Of course you meant to spy on me and you were enjoying yourself, weren't you?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It won't happen…"

"Don't be sorry Jeremy. I didn't mind," he said sitting up. "I kind of like it when you stare at me when I'm naked. It turns me on. I started getting that boner as soon as I noticed you sitting here and I thought I'd give you something to really stare at."

I looked at him and realized he was actually flirting with me. I could feel my face getting red.

"Well, it looks like I just found a weakness. You look so sexy and hot when you're blushing like that," Jordan said putting his hand on my face and rubbing my cheek affectionately with his thumb. "Maybe I should just give you your own private strip dance just so I can make you blush again." Jordan just kept staring at me as if he was studying my face. "You're cute Jeremy. Something about that shy smile of yours reminds me of… I don't know."

I just looked down smiling shyly feeling a surge of I don't know what, but I was feeling pretty good right now. I still didn't know how I was supposed to respond or if this kind of flirtation had any kind of rules I was supposed to follow. This was so wonderfully new to me.

"Sorry dude. Didn't mean to embarrass you like that," he said standing up and slipping on some cut-off jeans. "So what'd the guys say about Friday night? Did they like my little performance?"

No longer having to deal with the distraction of his nakedness, I finally remembered the envelope in my pocket. "Little performance? Oh Jordan, there was nothing little about it," I said staring at his bulge. "You brought the house down. Everyone was going wild. The guys liked it so much that they decided to give you an equal share of the profits. They even want you to do it again. Here, this is for you," I said excitedly pulling out the envelope from my pocket and handing it to him.

Jordan looked inside the envelope full of $20 bills and had a look of disbelief. "Jeremy… all this is for me? All of it?" he asked with a look of wonder. He stared at me with his mouth open and then put his head down. He wiped away a tear with his fingers and leaned over to give me a hug. "You don't know how much this means to me," he said softly into my ear. "Thank you Jeremy. Thank you so much. How can I ever repay you?"

"Hey, I'm repaying you. You rescued me from Conner remember?"

"Yeah, but I was repaying you for saving me from the cops. Remember that?"

"Well, it's actually more than that Jordan. Listen, there's something I need to tell you. Something serious."

"What is it," he asked sitting down in front of me.

"Look, I should've told you this sooner, but… but I was afraid that you'd be mad at me." I started getting really anxious and a little scared. What if he loses his temper like the other day and wants to hurt me? My body started shaking nervously which Jordan noticed right away.

"Hey," he said putting his hand on my shoulder. "It's okay," he said soothingly. "Whatever it is, I promise I won't get mad at you. I haven't even been drinking, see?" he said blowing some air into my face.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Remember when you rescued me and I asked you why you were homeless? You told me you ran away because some man started doing some really horrible things to you. Jordan, that man… that man who touched you, the man who tied you to his bed and did all those terrible and hurtful things to you, the man who's responsible for causing you to be homeless and hungry all the time, that man… he's my father," I whimpered feeling my eyes getting watery.

Jordan just stared at me with a look of confusion. "Wh… what? He's your father?" He got up and started pacing. "Oh my God, are you serious? Norman never told us he had a son. My mom's gonna totally freak out."

"I'm sorry Jordan. Please don't be mad at me. If you want me to leave, I'll leave."

Jordan kept pacing. "That means that once mom finds out about this, she'll freak out and maybe she'll break it up with him." He came and knelt down in front of me. "Let me get this straight. You're saying that you're Norman's son, right? That's what you're telling me?"

I stared at him in confusion. "Wait, wait – who's Norman?"

"What do you mean, who's Norman? He's the guy who did all those things to me. Didn't you just say he's your father?"

"My father's name isn't Norman. My father's name is Michael!" I exclaimed.

"Jeremy, you're… you're Michael's son?" Jordan suddenly backed away with a look of astonishment. He got on his feet and started pacing around with his hand on his forehead. He came back and put his hands on my shoulders. "You're Michael's son. You're actually him? I… I can't believe this is happening."

I got up and went to him. "Jordan, what's going on? Please tell me what's going on. It sounds like you know my father but you're telling me he's not the one who did all those things to you?"

"No Jeremy," he said looking at me sadly. "Your dad would never, ever do any of those things to me. Your dad's in prison right now, isn't he?"

"Yeah. But how did you know?"

"Because I'm the one who put him there," he said looking down. He walked away and continued pacing.

Now I was really, really… really confused. I just sat there waiting for him to stop pacing. I started feeling a slight glimmer of hope that maybe my dad wasn't the monster I thought he was after all. Jordan had been talking about someone else this whole time. But how does my father fit into all this? And why had Jordan ran out of my dad's room looking so scared that one day?

"Now it makes sense. Ever since I saw you that very first day when you and Erik were talking at the park, I could see the resemblance. You reminded me of someone, but I couldn't figure out who. Now I realize you reminded me of your father. Maybe that's why I felt such a strong attraction towards you. You have his handsome features. I can see that now."

"Jordan, would you QUIT your pacing and please… please tell me what the hell's going on," I pleaded in exasperation.

"Come on, let's head down to the trailer and I'll tell you on the way."

We started walking while Jordan started gathering his thoughts.

"During the Christmas before last, my mom took me to her company's Christmas party. I was twelve at the time. Mom was a secretary where your dad worked as an engineer. I didn't know anybody and so I was getting totally and hopelessly board to death. I headed to the bathroom and I took out my phone and started watching a video clip of two hot naked guys in one of the stalls. Mom thought she had installed a really good filter to keep me away from all that stuff, but it was just way too easy to get around it.

"I heard someone coming in and walk over to the urinal that was just on the other side of the stall I was in. When I leaned down to try and take a look at the guy's shoes, my phone slipped out of my hands and bounced next to him on the other side. I got really scared because the video was still playing. I could even hear the two guys moaning as they kept jacking each other off.

"It's one thing for a boy my age getting caught looking at naked ladies, but it's a whole different story getting caught looking at naked gay men going at it with each other. I ran out of the stall as quickly as I could trying to get to my phone before the other guy noticed. But it was too late. That guy, your dad, was holding it in his hands and looking at the screen. I stood frozen as he looked down at the video. I was just dying of embarrassment. I just knew he was gonna tell my mom and that she would take away my phone for sure.

"But instead, he walked up to me and handed me the phone. He gave me a weird smile and said, 'The Edmond Twins. You have good taste Jordan. These are very hot looking twinks. I have their full videos.' I just stood there awestruck. He actually knew who they were and he had all their videos. I noticed his handsome features and felt an instant attraction to him. On pure impulse, I asked him if he wanted to watch some more video clips with me. He agreed and we both went into the last stall, the wider one with the handicap sign.

"While I was swiping looking for more video clips, I deliberately stood in front of him and pressed myself against him as he leaned against the wall, allowing him to look at the screen over my shoulder. I could feel an obvious hardness from the front of his pants. I was pretty tall for my age and your dad wasn't that much taller than me. I reached back with my free arm and started scratching my butt crack pretending that I had an itch. Then I casually turned my hand around and placed it over his dick.

"I could hear your dad gasping softly but he didn't push me away. I turned around to look at him and he started blushing and gave me that same type of shy smile you were giving me a little while ago which I thought was so sexy. The exact same one as yours Jeremy. That's why I kept staring at your face when you were blushing cause I knew I'd seen it somewhere. He leaned down and rested his chin on my shoulder. He started blowing into my ear and playfully started biting me on the neck making me giggle. His breath smelled minty, as if he had been chewing one of those mint gums.

"I grabbed his hand and put it over my crotch, allowing him to touch me while I kept fondling him. He brought his hand up under my shirt and started rubbing my stomach and my chest. Then he slipped the tip of fingers into my jeans and held them there, as if waiting for my permission to keep going."

Jordan stopped and leaned himself against a tree with a half-dazed expression.

"He kept asking me if I wanted him to keep going and I kept saying yes. And then I finally felt his hand making first contact as he cupped it over my … hoooo, we have ignition. I had never felt so horny in my entire life."

Jordan had a dreamy expression and finally noticed the way I was staring at him. "Ahem, so um, that's how it all started. I asked your dad if he could show me some of his video collection someday. At first he was hesitant because he knew he could get into serious trouble. But we managed to find a way. I started playing hooky from school and your dad started playing hooky from work.

"I'd ride my bike over to his house and he started showing me some more videos while you were at school. Then we started having sex. That was the first time I had ever had sex with anybody. We actually started a sexual relationship. This went on for a couple of months. We tried to take advantage of every opportunity we could to spend time with each other alone."

"Jordan, I remember one time when I was sent home from school because I was feeling sick. When I got home, I saw my dad's car parked outside and I thought that was weird because he was supposed to be at work. When I went inside, I called out to him. Then I saw you running out of his room all scared carrying your clothes and pulling up your underwear as you ran out the back door. What was that about?"

"Well, why do you think I was scared? We weren't expecting you to come home so soon and I got scared because I didn't want to get caught. It wasn't because your dad was doing anything to hurt me. And I really didn't get a chance to see your face. I had never seen you before and that's why I didn't know who you were when we met. Your dad never showed me any pictures of you or talked about you at all. I guess he would've felt awkward about it.

"Hey, I just realized something. My first sexual experience was with your dad. Your first sexual experience was with me. How 'bout that?"

"Yeah, um… how about that," I said with a half-hearted smile.

"Hey man, I'm sorry. You're probably feeling a little grossed out hearing about me and your dad's sexual exploits. But I just want you to know that your dad is the most gentlest and kindest and sweetest person I've ever known. He never, ever forced me to do anything that I didn't want to do or that made me feel uncomfortable. He never did anything to me without first making sure I was okay with it. He was always respectful and considerate, and he was… he was very loving and tender. He was always telling me how much he cared about me and how important I was to him.

"And then Norman had to come into our lives and ruin everything. He was the complete opposite of what your dad was. Norman was an engineer who had transferred over from another engineering firm. He and my mom started hooking up and things got serious between them. He started spending more and more time at our house. At first he was pretty cool with me. He would buy me expensive things and take me out cruising on his luxury car. And that's when he started touching me in a way that I really didn't like.

"It's not the fact that he was ugly. In fact, he was kind of cute. But unlike your father, it was the way he was coming on to me. He started being forceful and sexually aggressive with me. He would grab my hair from behind hard and force me to kiss him. I cried out in pain and pleaded for him to stop, but that seemed to arouse him even more. Then he stopped and apologized. He kept saying he was sorry over and over again.

"He drove me over to a corner store and went inside to by us some fountain drinks. He must've slipped some kind of drug in it because after a couple of sips, I passed out. The next thing I know, I wake up at his house spread eagle on his bed with my hands and feet tied to the bed posts. I was wearing some kind of thick leather thong-like straps with biker chains. I was still feeling a little delirious when he came and started slicking up my hair with some oily hair tonic.

"I remember seeing a camera on a tripod and realized he was filming himself rubbing some oil all over my body. He started taking off all his clothes and started doing all these sexual things with me. He would wrap these really tight elastics around my balls. He would put his boner inside my mouth. I felt like fighting back, but I was still too delirious from the sedative. He would grab some dildos, or rubber dicks, and he would… he would…"

I could see a tear rolling down his cheek as he started breathing a little harder. "He hurt me Jeremy. He really hurt me bad," he cried. "It seemed like every weekend, he would drive me over to his house and film himself doing all this crazy shit to me. One day I built up the courage to challenge him and told him that he better stop or I was gonna tell my mom what he was doing to me. That's when he beat the shit out of me and told me he would do the same thing to my mom if she ever found out. I was really scared.

"So one day when I was with your dad, he noticed some bruises on my body. He demanded that I tell him what was going on. So I told him everything. He was so furious. I made him promise not to do or say anything because I didn't want Norman hurting me or my mom. Then one weekend when I was at Norman's house, I was tied down to the bed and Norman was getting mad because I couldn't get a boner.

"He was holding his camera with one hand while using the other one to jerk me off. Then the battery from his camera was running out, so he walked out of the room to go get another battery pack. That's when I noticed your dad looking through the window. As quietly as he could, he opened it and pulled himself through. He quickly came over and untied my hands and my feet. Right away I jumped off the bed and without even thinking, I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and pressed my body against him feeling so relieved that he had come for me.

"What we didn't know is that while I was hugging your dad, Norman was secretly filming us from around the corner with a fresh and fully charged battery pack. He used that as evidence to frame your dad and accused him of doing all those terrible things he himself was doing to me. A clip of your dad hugging a butt naked boy was pretty convincing to a jury. They also did some forensic testing on your dad's clothes and found traces of my fluids on his pants. That must've happened while I had my arms around him."

"Well didn't you tell them what happened? Didn't you tell them it wasn't my dad? Why did he have to go to prison them?" I asked accusingly.

"Because Norman threatened to kill me and my mom if I said anything. I tried telling the cops that your dad didn't do anything to me. I tried convincing them that it was me who tried to seduce him. But they wouldn't listen to me. They said I was just trying to protect him. They sent me to talk to some shrink and she kept asking me the same questions over and over again in so many different ways. She kept trying to get me to tell her that I was a victim and that I had been traumatized and scarred for life because of your dad.

"She had me take all these stupid psychological tests that showed something did actually happen to me. They showed that I had been traumatized and that I was probably gonna be scarred for life. All of that was true, but it wasn't because of your dad Jeremy. They used everything I said and the results of all those tests against your dad and I didn't even know. I'm so sorry Jeremy. Your dad didn't deserve to go to prison. Norman's the one who should be locked up. I hate that fucking bastard."

"Well, then why didn't my dad tell them what happened? Why didn't he defend himself? Why didn't he fight back?"

"I don't know Jeremy. We weren't allowed to have any contact after your dad got arrested. I keep asking myself that same question to this day."

I started feeling a little queasy in my stomach. This was way too much for me to handle in one shot. I can't believe my father is gay and I never noticed. I kind of felt like Jordan had cheated on my dad for having sex with me. Or that I had betrayed my dad by having sex with Jordan. Will Jordan be seeing my dad in me if we ever have sex again? And why would my dad want to have sex with a twelve-year-old boy instead of with other men?

"All this time, since you told me about why you ran away, I really believed it was my dad who had done all those terrible things to you. I felt so ashamed that he was my father. Now I feel so ashamed of myself for thinking that he could ever do something that terrible to anyone. I should've known Jordan. I should've known. I feel so guilty."

"Jeremy, I didn't mean for this to happen. I was devastated when I heard your dad was sent to prison. Norman had left me alone for a long while. But once he found out your dad was locked away, he started coming after me again. I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran away."

"Jordan, I always thought that men who wanted to have sex with boys were perverts. Is my dad a pervert?"

"Let me ask you something. If a man and a woman want to have sex with each other, is the man a pervert?"

"No."

"What if that man forces himself on the lady or threatens her or is always trying to grab her or feel her up even after she says no. Is he a pervert then?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"It's the same thing with men and boys Jeremy. The adult is usually the one who sets the tone. Your dad and I had a wonderful relationship because he wanted to give me as much pleasure as I wanted to give him. Your dad's not a pervert Jeremy. Norman is the one who's the pervert. Your dad didn't trick me, he didn't manipulate me, he didn't threaten me, he didn't bribe me, and he definitely didn't drug me. I wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with me. Norman is the complete opposite of your dad. He's just interested in his own fucking needs and gets a sick pleasure from hurting others. And the next time I see him or if he ever crosses my path, I swear I'll kill him."

"Really? You'd… you'd kill him?"

Jordan stared at me for a moment. "Naw, I'm just kidding. I'd just maybe chop off some of his fingers and cut off his balls." He kept staring at my expression and burst out laughing. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he laughed. "Hey, let me buy you some lunch. Are you hungry?"

"Jordan, this money's for you to spend on yourself. You don't have to spend any of it on me. This is for you."

"But buying you lunch is for me Jeremy. Do you know how long it's been since I've had the opportunity and the pleasure of saying let me buy you lunch to someone? Especially you. You're the one that made this possible for me. Let me do something nice for you."

I thought for a moment and realized he was being sincere. "Pizzas with extra mushrooms?" I asked smiling.

Jordan put his arm around my shoulder. "Now you're talking. Hey, I'm glad we were able to get all this out into the open. I still can't believe you're Michael's son."

"I still can't believe my dad was your first squeeze."

"Or that I was yours?"

"Awk-ward."

Chapter 10
Opportunities

(Nearby shopping center)

After stuffing ourselves with pizza, Jordan decided he wanted to get himself some decent clothes. The cutoff jeans he was wearing were still a little loose and saggy and he kept pulling them up as we were walking. A new belt was definitely on the list of things he wanted to buy. We started walking around some shopping centers looking for a Goodwill that we knew was nearby.

We sat down on a bench in front of a department store to rest for a bit. "Jordan, why don't we just stop by this store here? You can afford to get yourself some new clothes instead of getting some hand-me-downs. Besides, the guys said they wanted you to do your awesome performance for their next gig and you'll get an equal share for that too."

"I guess you're right. But this store is way too fancy for my taste. Hey, by the way, that was a pretty good stage name you came up for me when you introduced me. The Midnight Stroker – I like it. Where'd you come up with that?"

"I remember the first time we um… met. I caught you stroking yourself away up in the loft of Angelo's barn while ogling at the almost naked guys doing their dance, remember?" I started pretending I was jerking myself off over my pants and made lustful expressions making Jordan laugh. I immediately put my head down and turned red when a lady came out of the store and glared at me. This made Jordan laugh even harder.

"That Erik guy, he's pretty hot. I wouldn't mind doing some midnight stroking with him. How long have you known him?"

"A few months since I moved in with my uncle during the summer. And I totally agree. He is so fucking hot," I said trying to get some practice on using some cuss words Erik had taught me.

"Jeremy, that's the first time I've heard you cuss. Right on, man," he said giving me a high five.

"What are you talking about? I cuss all the time," I lied.

"Well I think you sounded very sexy right now. You should get some more practice with…"

Suddenly a hefty man storms out of the store, grabs Jordan by the shirt and pins him against the wall. "What the fuck are you doing here again you little thief? I already told you to stay the hell away from here. What did I say was gonna happen the next time I saw you around here, huh? What did I say?" he yelled.

I jumped up in alarm as Jordan frantically struggled to free himself from the man's iron grip.

"Get your fucking hands off me you asshole."

"Oh, you're not getting away this time you little prick. I'm gonna call the cops and the last thing you're gonna see before they haul you off to jail is my big fat smiling face," he hissed sadistically.

"HEY! LET GO OF HIM!" I yelled without even thinking. "He's not gonna steal from you because he has money now. He can pay for his own stuff."

Jordan glared at me and I immediately realized my mistake. The man reached into Jordan's pocket and pulled out the envelope full of cash. He smiled from ear to ear as he slipped it into his own pocket. "Well, well, well. This'll just about make up for everything you've stolen."

"Hey, give it back!" Jordan snapped as he kept struggling. It seemed like the more Jordan struggled, the more the man took pleasure in restraining him.

Just then, a limo pulled up to the curb and a well-dressed man jumped out heading straight for us. "What the hell's going on here?"

"Mr. Rockwell! What a pleasant surprise sir. I'll be with you in a moment. It seems I've caught myself a little shoplifter. If you'd like to step inside, one our attendants can see to your needs and I'll be right in."

The man stormed inside and after a couple of minutes, he came back out with what looked like a manager following behind. "RANDOLPH!" yelled the other man. "Get your hands off him. NOW!"

"But Eddie, he's that shoplifter kid I keep telling you about. I've finally caught him. You want me to call the cops?"

"What does our policy say about shoplifters Randolph? What does it say?" the manager demanded.

"No physical contact with shoplifters and let the cops handle it. I know Eddie, but he's a repeat offender and by the time the cops get here, he'll be long gone."

The limo guy whispered something to the Manager. "Well, it seems Mr. Rockwell has graciously offered to compensate us for whatever the kid has stolen from us. Problem solved. Now get your hands off him."

Randolph's face started turning red with anger. I guess he got mad at not getting the satisfaction of turning Jordan in to the police. The man looked into Jordan's face menacingly one last time. "Next time, you're not gonna be so lucky," he threatened before pushing Jordan away.

"Fuck you man. And give me my money back. Hey mister, he stole my money. I had an envelope with money and he took it away from me and put it in his pocket."

The manager reached into Randolph's pocket and pulled out the envelope full of cash. After handing it back to Jordan, he grabbed Randolph by the arm and led him inside. "I think we need to have ourselves a serious discussion in my office." Randolph gave Jordan a murderous stare as he turned to look at him over his shoulder.

Jordan smiled widely with satisfaction as he flashed the man double fingers with both hands. "Yeah, that's right. Who's smiling now, asshole?"

Randolph got so mad that he whipped around and attempted to charge Jordan. He immediately stopped when Mr. Rockwell blocked his path with his arms crossed just daring him to cross him. Randolph turned around angrily and followed the manager inside.

Mr. Rockwell turned around to face me and Jordan with a look of amusement. "Will you boys please wait for me out here while I go inside and take care of your um… tab?" he asked while looking at Jordan.

"Yeah sure. We'll wait," said Jordan right away.

I waited after the man went inside before saying anything. "Jordan, why is he offering to pay for you? He doesn't even know us. And why would he want us to wait for him? Don't you think it's a little weird? Come on, let's just get the hell out of here."

"Well now, hold on. The least we can do is wait out here so we can thank him. It'd be kind of rude just walking away without saying thank you."

"Well why do you think he's doing this then?"

"I'm not sure, but I'd like to find out. I have my suspicions, but… let's just play it by ear and see what happens."

A few minutes later, Mr. Rockwell opened the door and walked out. "Hey guys, thank you for waiting for me. By the way, my name's Arthur Rockwell," he said extending his hand. "Everyone just calls me Arty. And you are?"

Jordan and I just looked at each other wondering if it was safe to give this stranger any personal information. The man was about my dad's age and looked kind of handsome with short spiky brown hair wearing a black ear ring. He was dressed very stylish in what looked like very expensive clothes.

"Listen, I just paid your tab. The least you can do is give me some fake names so I don't have to keep saying 'Hey you'," he said smiling.

He really didn't seem threatening and was being very polite. We looked at each other again and shrugged our shoulders.

"I'm Jordan."

"And I'm Jeremy."

"Nice to meet you boys. Um, Jordan, now that I've paid for your tab and everything, I don't mean to put this over your head, but would you mind telling me why you found it necessary to steal from this store?"

I looked at Jordan and shook my head for him not to say anything. Jordan nodded indicating he understood.

"You mind telling me why you're being so generous?" Jordan asked. "Why'd you pay for what I've stolen? If you can tell me that, then I'll tell you why I stole from this place."

"Fair enough. But not out here. Let's go inside so we can talk."

We followed Arty inside and waited while he had a short conversation with another employee. Then he had us follow him into the back of the store and into a stylish office area with a large fancy desk. After we all entered, he closed the door gently.

"Why are you closing the door?" I exclaimed a little worried.

"Hey, it's okay. Look, I'll stand back here behind the desk and you guys can stand next to the door. You can walk out at any time."

"How come they let you come back here anyways?" I asked suspiciously.

"I happen to have a lucrative contract with this place. Let's just say I'm one of their biggest money makers. That's why they're being so… accommodating."

"Alright," said Jordan. "So what's the deal?"

The man studied Jordan's face for a moment and leaned forward with his hands of the desk. "Ahem, this may be a little embarrassing and maybe a little awkward, but I've seen you before. Lots of you. Actually, I've seen lots of both of you."

"I don't see how," I said feeling skeptical. "I've never seen you before. And what do you mean by 'lots of us'? Jordan, have you ever seen him before?"

Jordan kept staring at the man with a slight smirk on his face. "Go on," he prompted for the man to keep talking.

"Well, the last time I saw you specifically was when I had my fingers around your um… mega boner during Friday night's performance."

"What performance? I don't know what you're talking about," Jordan said casually.

"Come on dude. I was there at the barn with the other men. You're the Midnight Stroker. And you're the one who introduced him," the man said staring at me.

"I don't know why, but I had a feeling you were gonna say something like that. Listen, I need to talk to Jeremy for a second. We're just gonna be on the other side of this door," Jordan said as he led me out to the hallway.

"Jordan, what are we gonna do? Let's just get out of here," I pleaded.

"Are you shitting me? I think I remember seeing him at the barn, but it was kind of dark and I wasn't sure. Jeremy, this is a golden opportunity staring at us right in the face. We can't pass this up."

"An opportunity for what?"

Jordan grabbed the sides of his sagging cutoff jeans and lowered them just enough to show the top of his wispy pubic hairs. "Look, you don't have to do anything. Just be in there with me in case things get out of hand. Look, I don't want to pressure you and if you say no, that's cool. But I could really use your help. Please?" he pleaded with a hopeful smile.

I couldn't resist those puppy eyes of his. "Alright, fine," I said nodding my head.

"Awesome. Thanks dude. Watch and learn," he said opening the door for us to walk back in. Jordan closed the door and made sure to emphasize that he had locked it with a loud click. Arty was sitting on the front of the desk leaning back on his arms. He immediately took notice of Jordan's sagging low-fitting shorts with increasing interest. Jordan walked up to him and inserted himself into his parted legs staring into Arty's eyes. "So, is that why you paid for my tab? Cause you enjoyed holding my hard dick in your hands?"

Arty smiled with a look of anticipation. "I've attended these types of shows before, but this is the very first time I've attended one with young boys. And that was the first time I've wrapped my fingers around a young boy's hard penis. And I have to say you were incredible in that revealing sexy costume of yours. I liked it very, very much. You were like the highlight of the whole show. I had one of the most powerful orgasms that night in my hotel because of you. So when I saw Randolph roughing you up out there, I immediately recognized you and had my driver pull in. I thought I'd give you a little extra compensation for helping me end my night with such a bang."

Jordan wrapped his arms around Arty's neck and leaned into him. "Well, can you think of anything else I can do to get you in a more um, compensating mood again?"

"Anything? As in all kinds of anything's anything?"

Jordan leaned into Arty and licked his ear. "Anything," he emphasized with a throaty voice.

"Well, why don't you start the meter and we'll see how much of a ride you can give me. You can take the long route if you want," he said pulling Jordan's shirt off.

I was quickly starting to figure out what kind of opportunity Jordan was talking about. I sat down on the small sofa to hide my growing erection as I stared at Jordan's partly exposed butt. I started getting really excited at the possibility that I was gonna be able to watch Jordan have sex with this man. At the same time, I started getting a growing sense of jealousy.

Arty started caressing Jordan's chest, rubbing his nipples with his thumbs, and then started licking at them with his tongue and sucking on them slirpily.

"You can definitely take the long route," he panted. He inserted his hands into the back of Jordan's cutoffs and started caressing his butt. Then he reached down and unbuttoned Jordan's cutoffs and held them with his hands so they wouldn't drop down just yet. He could've just as easily pulled them off without unbuttoning them, but he seemed to be fascinated with staring at his growing nakedness starting with his boner popping out from the opening of his zipper.

He cupped Jordan's boner with his hands and started rubbing in circular motions making Jordan breath harder. He finally let go of the shorts and let them drop down to his shoes.

"Mmm Jordan – your body is so fucking hot, you know that?" he said huskily staring at Jordan's naked body. He pulled Jordan to him and started kissing him and inserting his tongue in Jordan's mouth. He kept fondling him with one hand while caressing his butt with the other.

"Hey, why don't you invite your friend Jeremy to come join us? Double the pleasure means double the compensation," he offered breathing hoarsely.

"Jeremy, you can come join us if you want. You want to?"

"What? I… I don't think so," I stammered swallowing hard as I backed away.

"Alright, no pressure. You don't have to if you don't want to. You can just keep watching if you want."

Jordan started peeling off Arty's clothing little by little as they kept kissing passionately. The more I watched, the more aroused I got. But at the same time, I started feeling more and more jealous. I wanted Jordan to be doing all these things to me, not to him. And why is he being so casual about having sex with this guy that he barely met? I thought love making should be something sacred and special between two people. There goes my theory. What the hell do I know about all this stuff anyways?

By now, both Jordan and Arty were completely naked fondling each other and doing all sorts of erotic things with each other. I kept walking around rubbing and squeezing my bulge trying to get glimpses of the action from as many different angles as I could. I even knelt down behind him and stared up at his naked butt as Arty kept massaging and parting Jordan's butt cheeks. I started imagining myself doing all sorts of nasty things with him. I was just bursting with so much sexual curiosity.

I can't believe they're actually letting me watch them having sex. They see me walking around at arm's length looking at them doing all these nasty things to each other and they don't seem to be embarrassed. Maybe they even like it. Who does that? I just stared at Jordan's naked body and I felt the strongest of urges going through my penis.

It got so bad that I could see myself rubbing my hands against his smooth skin, pressing my body against his. My feelings of desire to be with Jordan were becoming stronger than my embarrassment or apprehension of sharing him with this other guy. If Jordan's gonna want to keep having sex with this guy, then I'm not gonna let Arty have Jordan all to himself.

I kept walking around trying to get a glimpse of Jordan's boner as he pressed himself against Arty who was still sitting on the desk. While they kept going at it, I walked behind Jordan and slowly pressed my hands around his naked waist and kept gliding them forward until I felt my fingers wrapping around his huge cut boner. I pressed my bulge hard against the bottom of his butt crack and that gave me such a surge of arousals.

Jordan turned around and stared at me with a lustful expression.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked heavily.

"I'm sure," I said shakily as I pulled him close and kissed him hard. Then Jordan walked behind me and peeled off my shirt. While he was gliding his tongue on my neck, kissing my shoulders, and rubbing his hands on my chest, Arty started undoing my jeans and pulled them down. He knelt down and stared at my tenting bulge on my white briefs with anticipation. He took a deep breath and started pulling them down. Here we go.

Arty let out a soft gasp, took in some air and let it out slowly. He just stared at my boner in awe as if he was witnessing some kind of grand cosmic event.

"Oh Jeremy," he moaned taking another swallow. "This is my first live closeup of a young boy's hairless cock. Your body is so smooth. This is way better than how I imagined it."

My eyes widened when I felt my dick being enveloped by Arty's wet drooling mouth. I was a little apprehensive not knowing what to expect, but after a few seconds I had to admit it was starting to feel pretty damn good especially the way he kept licking my balls and putting them in his mouth. Then my eyes widened even more when I felt Jordan pushing his huge boner under my butt and in between my legs and started moving it around. In a way I was glad he didn't try to push it up my butt hole cause I didn't think I was ready for that yet.

I closed my eyes and smiled at all these intense sexual stimulations that were completely new to me. This was most definitely bad touching. I must've missed something during that lecture in Elementary School because this was starting to feel really awesome. I started wondering how it would've felt if Erik had been the third person instead of this guy. Oh, that would've felt even more erotic.

Arty had Jordan lie down on the desk facing up with his butt at the edge. He opened some of the drawers and found a small bottle of hand lotion. He squeezed some on his hand and rubbed it on his dick and on Jordan's butt hole. Then he started fucking him, just like that. It was like he was fucking a girl, but his dick was going in Jordan's butt hole instead of a girl's vagi… instead of her pussy.

Jordan started moaning with pleasure and I just stared in increasingly arousing fascination at this totally unexpected and graphic scene happening right in front of my eyes. Arty kept staring at what he had described as my hairless cock as he kept plunging his boner into Jordan.

Jordan pulled me out of my trance by grabbing my arm and motioned for me to climb on top of the desk. He positioned me so that he was able to suck my dick while I kneeled and bent over right over his head with my butt towards Arty. I started feeling Arty's hand squeezing my butt cheeks and playing with my nuts as Jordan kept sucking away.

My mind started wandering into all sorts of wild fantasies while it tried to process all these pleasures going through my naked body. Watching Jordan's lustful expressions while doing all these nasty things to himself, the things Arty was doing to him, and what they were doing to me – it was almost overwhelming. Even when I decided to join in, I was still seeing all this as an outside observer trying to categorize this as a learning experience. Now I was just surrendering myself to all these wonderfully new sensations of indescribable sexual pleasures.

It started becoming so intense that I started getting a little scared for some reason. I slowly pulled my dick away from Jordan's mouth and climbed down off the desk. Then Jordan started jerking himself off. The moaning of Jordan and Arty started getting more passionate. I knew they were gonna start ejaculating at any moment. They both closed their eyes tightly as their sperm started squirting onto Jordan's stomach. For some reason, I hadn't even come close to getting an orgasm. I grabbed a box of tissue and placed it on the desk for the guys to clean themselves up.

As I started getting dressed, I thought back about what I had just seen. This was turning out to be another day of firsts. First time I let someone suck my dick; first time I saw two guys really fucking each other; first time I had sex with two guys – at the same time! This experience was either gonna give me nightmares, or wet dreams. Now I started wondering what it would feel like to put Jordan's dick inside my mouth. I guess I'll have to wait for another day of firsts.

After Jordan and Arty had gotten dressed, they were acting pretty casual as if they had just finished playing a game of checkers or something.

"Hooo man, you guys gave me quite a ride," said Arty wiping his forehead. "You boys were fucking awesome. Thank you so much for this. I'll never forget it. So, what's the meter up to?"

"I'd say it's pretty high," Jordan said with a crooked smile.

"Hey, you never told me why you stole from this joint," Arty said as he was tying his black dress shoes. "We made a deal remember?"

"Well um, I'm kind of on the move right now, you know – staying with friends and stuff. I try to bum things off from whoever I can, but it's cool you know? No one tells me what to do, when to wake up, and um… yeah."

I could tell Jordan was feeling pretty uncomfortable talking about his situation as he gave Arty an obviously unconvincing smile.

"Jordan, you're homeless?" asked Arty with concern. Jordan lowered his head in embarrassment. "Jeremy, are you homeless too?"

"Oh no, I live with my um… no, I'm not homeless."

"Well hey, I'm staying at the Capital Hotel and I'll be there for the whole week. Jordan, you're welcome to come and stay with me while I'm there. I'll treat you to a week of luxury. You can get a massage, relax in the hot tub, watch all the porn you want."

"The Capital Hotel? Really? That's awesome." Jordan exclaimed all excited. "Wow. You like to live in luxury, don't you?"

Jordan looked at me and must've noticed my expression of disapproval. "Um, that's pretty cool of you, but I think I'll pass. Thank you anyways," he said sounding disappointed.

I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Here was Jordan's chance to live a whole week in luxury at the fanciest hotel in town. But I couldn't help feeling jealous. Just the thought of Jordan spending all that time alone in a hotel room with this guy was making me feel so awful inside. But now that he's refused to take his offer, I feel like a total asshole. It's as if I'd rather have Jordan tucked away in his trash pile in the middle of the woods all alone rather than… how could I be so selfish?

Arty just kept staring at the both us as if he was coming to some kind of realization. "Hey, are you guys like, together or something?"

We both opened our mouths, but nothing came out.

"I'm so sorry Jeremy. I didn't mean to be so insensitive. Listen, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll reserve a room for a whole week at whatever hotel you want. Pick the closest one. This will be your room that you boys can use all by yourselves, no strings attached. I promise you I won't drop by without an invitation from both of you."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked with emphasis. "Why are you being so nice to us?"

Arty put his hands over both of our shoulders.

"It's simple. I'm a boylover. I love having sex with boys. Call it a weakness. You boys gave me one of the wildest rides I've had in a long time. These kinds of encounters are rare for me. This is the first time I've had sex with two boys, and this is the first time I've had sex with a preteen. You were great Jeremy. This is my way of showing my…" he stared down at our mid sections. "… appreciation."

"Aren't you worried that we might call the cops on you, now that we know your name and everything? I mean, I'm not saying we're going to, but…"

"Well, aren't you worried that I might call the cops to your next gig? Now that I know your names and everything?"

"Good point," I conceded. I was starting to like this guy.

Arty opened the door and called out to someone. "Hey, do me a favor bro. Can you call Eddie for me? And tell him to bring a measuring tape."

"Um, what's going on?" asked Jordan. "What's with the measuring tape?"

"I'm not done with the compensating. I'm getting you into some new clothes. You're walking out of here in style. Consider it a little extra for inviting me to explore that hot body of yours." Arty started caressing the side of Jordan's hair. "You have a gift Jordan. You know how to use that gift to get things you want. I admire that and this is my way of showing you that you still got it baby. You used it on me and it worked. You're hot and you know it and you know how to shake it," he said with a devilish smile.

I stared at Arty in awe and wondered if we had just hit the jackpot, or if we had unwittingly made some kind of unspoken deal with the devil.

Chapter 11
Jealousy

(Nearby Hotel)

Jordan and I walked out of the elevator on the third floor following behind Arty as he led us to Jordan's new temporary home for the next week. Jordan was sporting some brand-new clothes and was carrying a bag with extra clothes that Arty had bought for him. He looked really cool. I was impressed with his transformation. He had a nice cap and some cool sunglasses. He was wearing a light blue hoody with a nice dark overcoat, dark jeans, some red tenny shoes, and of course, a new belt. Arty had offered to buy me some clothes too, but I told him I didn't want to have to explain to my uncle where I had gotten them from.

Arty stopped at one of the doors in the hallway.

"Well, this is it guys." Arty reached into his pocket and unlocked the door with an access card.

Why did he have to follow us all the way up? We're not babies. He's probably gonna want to find some kind of excuse to come inside and stick around. He held the door to let us in, but to my surprise, he remained at the door and handed Jordan the access card. Then he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out two business cards for each of us.

"Alright guys. I'll leave you boys alone. Here's my card and if any of you need anything, anything at all, you call this number and it'll go straight to my phone okay? Jordan, don't spend your cash on food. Feel free to order room service and just charge it to the room. And by the way, you can watch all the porn you want here too. I recommend An Officer and A Genitalman. That'll get your juices flowing, I guar-on-tee," he said winking his eye.

Jordan had a mixture of expressions. "Arty, I don't know what to say. I mean, you didn't have to… I didn't mean for you to spend all this money on me. Thank you so much." Jordan walked up to him and gave him a warm hug. "Hey, you wanna come in for a while?"

I started gritting my teeth. It looked like Arty was about to accept, but then he noticed my expression.

"Oh ahh, no that's okay. I have to get going. I have some business to take care of." Arty stared at me for a moment. "Listen Jeremy, I can see the skepticism in your face. You don't trust me, do you?"

He waited for me to say something, but I remained silent.

"Well you know what, you have every right to be skeptical, to be suspicious, to be wary. I'm a total stranger. For all you know, I could be some kind of ax murderer. Having a healthy skepticism is a good thing and I respect that. I hope that at some point, you'll come to realize that I'm just a soft-hearted guy who has the resources to help out boys in need like Jordan. I would've helped him out – even without the sex. By the way, I am not an ax murderer. You boys have a nice evening," he said smiling as he walked out and closed the door.

I looked at Jordan as he just stood there staring at the door. "Why do you have to be so cynical? After everything he's done." he asked staring at the closed door.

I was a little surprised by his tone. He sounded angry.

"Jordan, I'm being cynical because of everything's he's done. Why do you have to be so trusting? We barely met this guy less than two hours ago and now… now he puts you in a hotel for a whole week, he buys you all these fancy clothes, he's gonna pay for all your food? Next he'll by buying you a diamond ring. Don't you think all this is a little weird? Is that what normally happens when you're with one of your clients, or whatever the hell you wanna call them when you're trading your body for stuff?" I asked pointedly.

"If I was so trusting, why do you think I asked you to stick around instead of having you wait outside that office? I know what I'm doing Jeremy. I ain't stupid. And if you didn't trust the guy, why the hell did you decide to come join us and let him suck you off? If I would've known you were gonna react like this, I would've just accepted his offer and gone with him to his hotel. In fact, I'm thinking of just calling him right now and have him come back to pick me up."

"I did it because I was jealous, alright!" I snapped. "I didn't want him to have you all to himself."

Jordan stared at me for a moment.

"I see. Look Jeremy, if you wanna be my friend, we can be friends. If you want us to have wild sex, we can have wild sex. But that's as far as it goes. I don't want things to get complicated between us. No expectations, no commitments, no demands from each other. I'll have sex with whoever I want because that's how I've learned to survive. Look where I'm standing right now because of him. Look at everything I've gotten from him," he said holding up the large bag full of new clothes. "I take advantage of every opportunity."

"Is that how it was with my father?" I asked angrily. "Was he just one of your opportunities? No commitments? No expectations? How much did you manage to get out of him for letting him fuck you in the ass?"

I stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door wiping the tears in my eyes. I pounded my fist on the sink and sat down on the toilet seat.

What is going on with me? Why am I having all these strong feelings for Jordan? That's never happened to me before. And the thought of Jordan calling Arty to come pick him up was tearing me up inside. I don't want him to stay with Arty. I wish we had never met him and things could go back to the way they were.

I heard light knocking on the door.

"Jeremy? Look, I'm sorry okay. Can you just please open the door?"

I tore off some tissue to wipe my eyes. I knew eventually I'd have to open the door. I went to unlock it and sat back down. Jordan walked in looking apologetic and sat down on the edge of the bathtub next to me.

"When I was on the streets and things started getting really, really bad, I quickly had to learn to look for and to recognize any opportunities, any advantages to help me survive. I had to or I would've died. It became an instinct. I kept telling myself that I would never even think about selling my body no matter how bad it got.

"But when I kept waking up in the middle of the nights with awful hunger pains, when I felt too weak to be out begging on the streets, I had to lower my standards. I had to throw my convictions and my morals out the window in order to stay alive. I didn't wanna die Jeremy." A tear started rolling down his eye. "I didn't want my body to be found in some dark lonely gutter on a dark rainy day.

"Some guys were actually pretty nice to me. But a lot of them weren't. And I had to learn that the hard way. During our um… transactions, I've been bruised, beat up, choked, knocked out, you name it. A lot of them reminded me too much of Norman. I had to start learning how to read men's body language and I started being more careful and more selective with who I did business with. Whenever I got some bad vibes from someone, I was gone in a heartbeat."

"Jordan, I'm sorry," I said starting to feel guilty.

"Jeremy, I didn't get any of those bad vibes from Arty. Just good ones. He wasn't forceful, he wasn't demanding… he was just a nice person who wanted a piece of ass and happened to be loaded. I'm the one who came on to him remember? Plus, he gave us his card with his real name and the company he works with. Why would he risk so much by wanting to hurt us?

"But I started thinking about what you were saying and you may be on to something. With all these clothes, the hotel, the room service – by the end of the week, he's probably gonna be racking up a couple of thousand dollars on me. You're right. It does feel a little strange that he wants to spend so much money on me. Maybe you saw something I missed because I was too blinded by my own survival instincts.

"Jeremy, I'm sorry. I should've respected your feelings. Look, if you want we can just get out of here and forget the whole thing. I don't need all these fancy clothes. I feel like a fake in these anyways. You wanna just go?"

I stared at him for a moment.

"Really? You'd do that? You'd be willing to leave all this behind? This stuff is worth a lot of money."

"Your friendship is worth a lot more Jeremy. I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for you. Come on, let's get out of here."

"Wait… wait. I can't let you do that. What kind of a friend would I be if I let you leave all this behind? I'm just being selfish and inconsiderate. I've never been in your shoes, Jordan. I don't have a single clue how you've managed to survive all these months on your own. I couldn't survive one whole day if I was homeless and here I am expecting you to say no to a week of luxury and go back to that pile of…" I turned to him and hugged him tightly.

"I'm sorry Jordan. I'm so stupid. Don't listen to me. I want you to stay okay? Please tell me you'll stay."

"Okay, easy there – I'll stay. But only on one condition. I'm gonna order a whole chocolate cake and a bucket of ice cream and you're gonna help me eat all of it."

I pulled away and started laughing. "Add some cheesecake and it's a deal. Hey, I'm sorry I said that about you and my dad. That was really messed up."

"Jeremy, what me and your dad had was not just about sex. It was more than that. We spent hours just talking with each other. He opened up to me and I to him. He told me things that… well, things that he would've felt embarrassed or awkward talking to you about. The only material thing I got from your dad was a nice necklace with an Indian arrow head. And the only reason I accepted it was because he had bought it for me as a gift.

"One thing I can share with you is that your dad was very lonely. In a way, we were both lonely. My dad left us before I could even remember and here was your dad paying all this attention to scrawny little me who happened to drop his phone at his feet while watching porn. He told me about how he tried so hard to make it work with your stepmom. But he just couldn't satisfy her sexually and so she left him.

"That's when he came to terms that he was really gay and that he preferred younger boys. It was a dark secret that he just couldn't share with anyone until I came along. I mean, it's not like he can go to a therapist or to a shrink and say 'Hey, I wanna have sex with little boys. Can you help me out please?' They'd call the cops while he was on the couch and still charge him for the whole hour. But I know for a fact that he loves you very much. I don't know if you remember this, but did your dad ever buy you a baseball glove?"

"Yeah, I do remember. How did you know?"

"It was one of the times we spent the whole day together. He took me with him to go do some shopping and I think he said something about you asking him to buy you a scientific calculator. After he picked it out, he asked me to help him come up with some ideas on how he could spend some quality time with you. You know, do some real father-son bonding. I suggested he buy some baseballs and a couple of gloves."

"You're the one who suggested that?" I put my hand in my face and shook my head. "Oh Jordan, big mistake dude. I'm terrible at sports. In fact, so is my dad. How in the world did you even manage to convince him to buy that stuff? But you know what? We sure had a lot of laughs trying to throw that baseball to each other. We kept throwing it in every possible direction except into our own gloves."

"Well I'd call that some real bonding, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah. It sure was. I miss him Jordan." I smiled fondly at the memory as I started feeling a lump in my throat. "Ahem. Well um, it's getting kind of late. I think I should start heading home before my uncle starts getting worried. Hey, save me some cake and I'll see if I can stop by tomorrow okay?"

"Okay cool." We walked out of the restroom and stood next to the king size bed. "Here, write down my room number so you can call me later. And don't worry, I'm gonna put that security latch on the door so even if Arty has another access card, he won't be able to come and just barge in on me. And if he calls and wants to come over, I won't let him unless you're here with me okay?"

I started feeling embarrassed. "You were right what you said before. If Arty calls, I don't have any right to tell you what you can and can't do."

"I know that. But you've done so much for me Jeremy. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be sitting in some jail cell right now. You didn't have to pull that stunt with the cops. You didn't have to bring me those pizza slices and the shoes. You didn't have to hook me up with that gig and bring me this envelope full of cash. You could've just disappeared and never come back. But you stuck with me. You are the only friend I have right now and I don't wanna do anything to hurt you."

"Well, if you spent all that time at my house with my dad, then I'm sure you noticed that big frame on the wall in the living room with the friendship quote: True friends aren't the ones who make your troubles disappear…"

Jordan finished the quote with me. "… They are the ones who won't disappear when you're facing troubles. Jordan came over and hugged me.

"Thanks for considering me a true friend," he whispered in my ear. "Come on, I'll walk you home." Before we left, Jordan looked around the room appreciatively. "I can't believe I'm gonna be staying here for a whole week. This is gonna be totally awesome."

On the way to my house, we were both probably thinking the same thing. How terrible is it gonna feel when the week was over and Jordan had to go back to that dilapidated trailer all alone in the middle of the woods? It was just so unfair. I decided right there and then that I was giving myself one week to figure out how to get him out of this situation. I'll just do what I do best – turn this into an equation and solve for the variables. How hard can it be? Somehow, I didn't think it was gonna be that easy. But I was sure willing to try.

(Monday morning, school gym)

The pep rally was in full swing. This was my first run wearing the Hornet's costume and I was starting to sweat like crazy trying to do all sorts of acrobats to get the audience excited. The costume was a little snug and it kept riding up my butt. But overall, I was having a great time. I found out that if I swayed my arms in the air sideways, the audience would start doing a wave with their own arms. By now, most everyone knew it was me under the costume buzzing around all over the place.

"WOO HOO! WAY TO GO JEREMY! Shake that stinger baby. You can sting me anytime," shouted some of the girls sitting in the front of the seating area. I could feel myself blushing. I was having a lot of fun. I no longer felt like an outsider and everyone was treating me really nice. They still liked to ruffle my hair a lot, but it wasn't in a mean way. When the girls did it, it really felt like they were flirting with me, or at least pretending to be.

Dang it, I need to pee and I've been holding it for too long. I jogged over to Erik who was standing with the football players and started doing a pee dance. "Erik, I need to go to the bathroom. Can you unzip me from the back? Hurry."

"Alright, but don't take too long."

I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt so I just slipped out of the costume where I was. I walked out into the hallway looking for the nearest restroom. I hurriedly scampered over to the nearest urinal and gave a big sigh of relief at finally emptying out my bladder. After washing my hands and drying them, my blood suddenly froze when I noticed Conner through the reflection in the mirror standing against the side of the entrance with a murderous stare. I slowly turned around to face him swallowing hard.

He rushed towards me and slammed me against the wall. He put his face right in front of mine and sneered. I could see bruises on his face that he had apparently gotten from Jordan after he beat the crap out of him. The side of one of his eyes was blood red which made him look even more threatening.

"You see this?" he said pointing at his eye. "This is what your fucking friend did to me," he snarled. "I just wanna know two things – who he is and where the fuck I can find him. Spit it out Jeremy before I break your FUCKING FACE!" he hissed pulling his arm back with a fist making me close my eyes tightly. But the punch never came.

I had a sudden urge to wipe his spittle off my face but I decided that wouldn't be such a good idea right now. I was so scared and my heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Why doesn't this asshole just leave me alone? Why is he always picking on me? He made like he was going to punch me and I could tell he enjoyed watching me cower under his menacing glare.

As I kept staring at him, something started happening. My fear slowly started turning into anger. That's why he keeps picking on me. He likes it when people are scared of him. Erik was right. He's always picking on people who are smaller and weaker than him so he can torment them knowing they're too scared to fight back. And here I am giving him exactly what he wants.

"Whoa Jeremy – am I seeing some anger in your face?" He started cackling out loud. "You gutless little twerp. You think you're suddenly growing some balls? Huh? Well let's take a look shall we?" While pushing against me, he slipped his hand into my shorts and started fondling my privates. "No, nothing there. How 'bout hack here?" His hand went to my butt and started squeezing my butt cheeks and digging between my legs. I could tell he was getting aroused. He had that look. I felt so disgusted that I felt like barfing in his face.

"You know Jeremy, you can make all this go away if you just suck my dick. I saw you get that boner when Andrew pulled down his pants for you, so I know you're into that shit. That's all you have to do. Just suck my dick and I'll leave you and your friend alone and forget the whole thing."

He pushed me into the last stall and locked the door. While pushing me against the wall, he undid his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. He pushed down on my shoulders to get me on my knees and pulled up his shirt. His curved uncut boner was huge and it was throbbing and twitching with sexual anticipation.

"Come on Jeremy. Just suck me off and I'll leave you alone. That's all I'm asking."

I had a strong temptation to just doing it. If it means he's gonna leave me alone, then how bad can it be? But I've never done this before. I've never had someone else's dick in my mouth. And I felt like this would be something significant, something special. The thought of giving my first blow job to Conner made me feel like gagging.

If I'm gonna have someone's dick in my mouth for the first time, I'd rather it be Jordan's or Erik's, or even Kevin's. Not this asshole. And besides, he's lied to my face before when he lured me into that warehouse where he tried to rape me. If I do this, he's just gonna keep coming after me for more.

I stood up and faced him. "No Conner. I'm not gonna do it so you might as well put that away."

Conner's body started swelling up with anger again. After casually pulling up his pants and buttoning them, he punched me on the stomach. I felt an explosion of pain like I've never felt before in my entire life as I fell to my knees. I wheezed as I tried to suck some air back into my lungs.

"You think you've grown some balls all of a sudden Jeremy? Then why don't you just start fighting back? Well go on – fight back." He shoved me with his knee and made me fall back on my butt. "Come on you little fucker, I dare you. Get on your feet and let's see what you've got. I SAID FIGHT BACK!"

I put my arm up to shield myself.

"That's what I thought. You're a fucking coward Jeremy. You'll never be able to stand up to me. Just remember that wherever you are, wherever you go, whatever you're doing, I'm gonna be watching you and one of these days, I'm gonna figure out where that fucking punk lives and I'm gonna pay him back for what he's done to me."

I need to stop being afraid. As long as I show him fear, he's gonna keep coming after me. I slowly got back on my feet and stared at him defiantly again.

"Aaaah, you want some more, do you? You don't know when to give up."

He faked a jab expecting me to react, but I just stood my ground leering at him, not even knowing where this sudden courage was coming from.

"You're pathetic Jeremy. You're lucky we're here at school." He pushed me against the wall and started pressing his arm on my neck with his face right in front of mine.

"But when I catch you out there, and one day I will, you can expect my foot to be pressing down hard on your fucking neck against the ground." He started pressing harder and harder as if he was starting to lose it. "I'll be pressing so hard that you won't be able to breathe. You might as well get rid of your crazy ass illusions that you can ever take me on because that's never gonna…"

Something must've snapped in me because the next thing I knew, I hammered the top of my head against his nose. I felt and heard a kind of crunching sound so I knew I had done some kind of damage. Blood started gushing out of his nose as he staggered back in astonishment. He slammed the stall door open and ran to the sink and opened the faucet. I walked out and just stared at him in stunned disbelief. I couldn't believe I actually just did that. I didn't mean to.

As I was walking out, I stopped and turned around.

"What were you about to say Conner? That's never gonna happen? Well, it just did. You can go fuck yourself cause I'm not gonna be afraid of you anymore."

Conner kept his head down over the sink as blood kept dripping down.

"You are dead Jeremy. You are so fucking dead," he said wheezing.

Of course, I was lying when I said I wasn't gonna be afraid. I was terrified, but I didn't want him to know that. I think it's about time I get the guys involved. I'm gonna need some serious protection now.

As I was walking back to the gym, I heard a man talking on the phone from inside one of the classrooms with the door a little bit open. It must be one of the teachers. As I was walking I immediately stopped when I heard him say the word 'germy'.

Wait a minute. That sounds like my nickname. My dad calls me Jermy all the time cause he always had to remind me to wash my hands before I ate. Then he joked around that he got so used to it that he got too lazy to pronounce the extra syllable.

I slowly walked back and gently opened the door to take a peek inside. The classroom was empty since everyone was at the pep rally. The name of the teacher was on top of his desk. Mr. Parker – the Geometry teacher all the guys have been complaining about. He was talking on the phone facing away from me towards the wall so I decided to eavesdrop on what he was saying.

"… I'm telling you you're gonna have to get Jermy involved… I know you don't want to but the other kid isn't here… Look, don't ask me how I did it, but I've managed to break into the system to check the roster and he just isn't here. I don't know how much longer I can keep up this charade. My students are starting to get suspicious and for good reason. I don't know any of this Geometry shit. I've just been winging it this whole time. I need to get out of here now… The middle school? Why can't I just drop by your brother's house and…? Alright fine. I'll stop by the middle school tomorrow morning and see if I can locate him. Look, I think your phone time is running out cause I can hear some beeping. Call me tomorrow night to see if I have any news for you. Bye."

Mr. Parker turned around and froze when he saw me standing at the door.

"Who are you?"

"I'm aaah… I'm Jeremy."

"How long have you been standing there?" he asked sternly. "Shouldn't you be at the middle school? Are you here with your parents?"

"I'm… I'm a student here. I was supposed to go to the middle school but I skipped two grades. Um, what's going on? I heard you saying some strange things on the phone."

"Look, I don't know what you heard, but it was nothing for you to be concerned about. Why don't you just run along okay?"

I gave him a fish-eyed look. "I heard you say Jermy. Who's Jermy?"

"I… I said Germany. You heard wrong. Now get out."

"No, I clearly heard you say Jermy. And why did you say you didn't know any of this Geometry shit?"

"Hey, watch your language. This is none of your business. Get out. NOW!"

"Fine. I'll just go straight to the office and tell them everything I heard."

"Wait! Hold on a second." Mr. Parker came and started studying my face. "You look familiar. You're about the right age. Could it be possible that you're… you said your name was Jeremy?" I nodded. "Can you um, tell me your father's name?"

"Why do you wanna know?" I asked suspiciously.

"Is your dad's name… Michael?"

My eyes widened. "Yeah, but… who are you? How do you know my father?"

"Oh my God, you're him. You're actually Michael's son. Jeremy, this is very important. Do you know a kid by the name of Jordan?"

My heart started beating faster. "Nn… no! I don't know any Jordan."

"Jeremy, don't be scared. Your father sent me here to look for him. He has some important information for him that could help get your dad out of prison and clear his name. If you know him, I need to know where I can find him. Please!"

I just stared at him with my mouth open. Get my dad out of prison? What in the world is going on?

Chapter 12
Escalation

(Monday afterschool, nearby hotel)

As soon as the elevator doors opened, I sprinted over to Jordan's room and started knocking on his door repeatedly. I couldn't wait to tell him the news. I heard voices coming from the other side of the door and immediately stopped. He's not alone. I put my ear to the door and it sounded like Arty. My heart sank. He said he wouldn't let him come unless I was here. He lied to me? I started feeling sad and hurt and angry and…

"Jeremy, you're here," said a smiling Jordan opening the door. "Come on in."

I was expecting to find him naked and Arty under the covers, but he was completely clothed and seemingly alone. He walked back to the bed and sat down in front of a laptop computer. "Sorry Arty, it was Jeremy at the door."

"Hey Jeremy. How are you?" I heard Arty ask through the speakers as I walked over to the bed. I could see his face on the screen.

"Um… Fine," I said slowly trying to process what was going on. It was a big relief that Arty wasn't physically here. I looked around the room and there were dirty plates everywhere with chicken bones, rib bones, steak bones, and… What kind of bones are those? I had to watch my step when I almost stepped on a half-eaten slice of cake surrounded by a couple of empty soda cans.

Arty started chuckling. "Anyways Jordan, like I was saying – the room is yours for the rest of the week. You've earned at least that. But think about my proposal. Share it with Jeremy and you guys let me know what you think okay?"

"Thanks Arty. We will." Jordan disconnected and closed the laptop.

"So um, what's going on?" I said trying to sound casual but bursting with curiosity inside.

"Jeremy, it looks like you were right about Arty's intentions. He had a hidden agenda all along."

"I knew it. What's this proposal he's talking about? Is he planning on blackmailing us? Maybe he has hidden cameras in here," I said looking up at the ceiling and inside the lamp cover looking for hidden devices.

"Relax. It's not like that. At least that's not what I'm sensing right now. During the day, I got a call from the front desk that they had a package for me. Arty had sent me this laptop with instructions on how to establish a video connection with him. Here's what he's proposing. He wants me to do some live cams."

"What kind of cams?"

"Live cam porn – the kind where people pay to watch me do some stripping and getting all erotic. I get paid, he gets a cut. He said that if he can get a preteen on the action, we could probably take in triple the amount. He wants you Jeremy. If he can't get you in the action, then he wants another preteen."

"Well he's just plain out of luck isn't he cause we ain't doing it. No way."

Jordan stayed silent looking down.

"Wait, are you actually thinking about doing this?"

Jordan shrugged his shoulders. "I haven't decided yet. I wanted to talk to you first. Look, he's not forcing me to do anything okay? Even if I tell him no, I can still use the room till the end of the week. No strings attached like he said. But if I say yes, he'll let me stay in this room longer. I know he's being manipulative, I know he's being conniving, and I know he's using the fact that I'm homeless to try to entice me. I know that Jeremy. But he's not gonna be holding a whip on me like Norman was. I decide when to start and I decide when to stop.

"The fact is, however you wanna look at this, I'm still homeless. I know it's not an honorable way of making money, but one is not too worried about being honorable when one is homeless. I'm not gonna be traumatized by it. He gets what he wants, I get what I need. I could've decided to just do this on my own, but I wanted to get your opinion first. So, what do you think?"

Jordan was right. If he decides to do this, Arty's not even gonna be here in the room. And it's not like he's gonna be holding a gun to his head. If he doesn't do this, he goes back on the streets looking to having sex with other men for cash. What if he catches a disease? What if he gets AIDS? And winter is not too far away. What if he freezes to death one night all alone in that rusted tin can. It'll be my fault.

I walked over and sat down next to him on the bed. "You're right Jordan. If you're okay with it, then I'm okay with it too."

"Will you do it with me then?" he asked with a cute smile.

I was so tempted to say yes. "I… I don't think so. It'll feel too weird."

"Well, will you at least be in the room when I'm doing it?" He put his arm around my shoulder. "I'll get me more excited with you watching."

I turned to him and smiled. "Hey, now you're trying to manipulate me, aren't you? You want me in the room hoping that you'll get me so horny that I'll want to join you in the action."

"Who me?" he asked incredulously. "You mean like if I did something like this?" He started rubbing my nipple over my shirt. "Or how 'bout this?" He reached down and cupped his hand over my crotch and started rubbing. Mmm that felt so good. "Or maybe something like this?" He pulled me in and started kissing me. He gently pulled me down to lie next to him while we kept kissing. "Jeremy, how could you ever think I'd do something like that? It would be criminal," he said with a devilish smile.

Criminal? My dad! "Shit, I almost forgot!" I said suddenly sitting up remembering what Mr. Parker had told me. "Jordan, I have something important I need to tell you," I said excitedly.

"Calm down. What is it?"

"Mr. Parker said you could get my dad out of prison and that he has some information for you and that he's been looking for you and he wants to meet you to…"

"Whoa, whoa – easy there Jeremy. Just take a deep breath and start from the beginning. Who's Mr. Parker?"

I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Mr. Parker's a teacher at school. I overheard him talking on the phone and I think he was talking to my dad. He said my dad sent him and he's been looking for you to give you some information that could help my dad get out of prison. Do you have any idea what's he's talking about?"

"Get your dad out of prison?" Jordan stood up and started pacing. "He's been looking for me? Why me? I don't know any Mr. Parker. Your dad's never mentioned a Mr. Parker to me. How 'bout you?"

I shook my head. "He said he wants to meet us to give you the information."

"Jeremy, please tell me you didn't tell him where I was."

"Of course not. I wouldn't do that. I told him that I'd get ahold of you and that we would decide where and when we could meet. He agreed. He gave me a number for us to call him so we can tell him when we were ready."

"Good thinking. We're gonna have to be real careful here. I just hope this isn't some kind of trick by Norman trying to find out where I am. It has to be somewhere where there's open space and people around."

"The bowling alley!" We both shouted.

"Alright. Call him and tell him to meet us there at…" He looked at the clock on the nightstand. "Tell him to meet us there at 5 o'clock. That'll give us enough time to scout out the place."

I walked over to the phone on the nightstand and picked up the receiver. "Wait," I said turning to look at him. "If I call him from here, he'll be able…"

"…to trace our call. You're right. We'll call him from a payphone. Come on, let's go."

As we were walking towards the bowling alley, I noticed some thick cumulous clouds forming in the horizon. If there's a storm coming, I'm sure glad Jordan's gonna be safe and warm at the hotel.

"I had another incident with Conner at school today."

Jordan stopped and looked at me. "What? Shit, what happened? Did he hurt you?" he demanded.

I started explaining the whole incident with him in detail. I could tell he was getting really angry. But when I told him the part where I had slammed my head on his nose, he started laughing.

"Jeremy, you K-O'd him on the first round?! That's awesome dude! Put'r there," he squealed. He jumped up and down a couple of times with excitement. "Aw man, I wish I could've seen his face. How did he look when you hammered him?"

"He looked hammered," I said chuckling. "He staggered back looking all surprised and ran to the sink. I think I actually broke his nose."

"Well sometimes in these situations, you just gotta know when to use your head," he said trying to keep his laughter in.

"Yeah, looks like I caught a break," I said trying to sound serious.

"Hopefully he won't be nosing around anymore."

We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Jordan, stop making me laugh dude. My stomach still hurts from when he punched me."

"Hey, you started it. You're the one making me laugh and I gotta pee."

We kept walking in silence for a while. "Jordan, I'm scared. Before I walked out, he kept telling me I was dead. The way he said it, and the way he was looking at me… I believe he means it. I'm really scared."

"Then you need to spread the word. Tell Erik and your other friends and ask them to spread the word too. Hell, go tell the Principal if you have to. Take every precaution. Don't walk alone afterschool. Be aware of your surroundings all the time. Hey, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna be close by the school every weekday when the last bell rings. As soon as you get out, I'll meet you there."

"Really? You'll do that for me?"

"Are you kidding? I'm so bored all day that I'll do anything for a little excitement around here, even saving your sorry ass."

"Well in that case, my ass is gonna be mighty grateful. Hey look, there's a pay phone over there."

(Bowling alley, a few minutes later)

Me, Jordan, and Mr. Parker were sitting down at a round table in the middle of the crowd. There weren't that many people yet and so it wasn't too noisy. Mr. Parker looked like he was in his early thirties. He was of average height with brown hair combed to the side wearing rimless eyeglasses. After the introductions he started telling us how he knew my father.

"About three years ago, I was a foreman at a construction site of a three-story building. Michael stopped by to do a routine inspection. He became alarmed and alerted me of what he said was a serious problem with the structural integrity of the cement on the third floor. Back then I was so full of pride that I immediately resented his implications. How dare he accuse my men of making such a serious mistake with me not knowing about it.

"We got into a really heated argument. It got so bad that it almost became physical. Michael started running down to the floors below yelling at my men to evacuate immediately. I was running after him yelling at my men to stay put and not to listen to him. Some of the men were so concerned that they left and the rest followed. Everyone started evacuating. I went to confront Michael on the bottom floor. I was so furious that I started pushing him around.

"Then I heard it – the grinding of metal. I'll never forget that sound. The cement on the third floor started collapsing. The whole building started coming down. We both started running. A block of cement landed on my shoulder knocking me down. Without even thinking, your dad turned around and came back for me even as the building was coming down on us. He pulled me out just in time. He saved my life. He saved all of our lives. He was our hero."

Jordan looked at me. "He's telling the truth Jeremy. I remember your dad telling me about that."

Mr. Parker continued. "After that, we became good friends. When Michael went to prison, he put me down as one of his contacts. He told me he had some critical information that you could use to get him out of prison," he said looking at Jordan. "He saved my life and I was willing to do anything for him."

"Well what did he say? Give us the information!" I exclaimed.

Jordan put his hand up. "Hold on Jeremy. Let him finish."

"We had to be careful whenever we talked on the phone. All calls from the prison are being monitored. We started writing letters to each other and we came up with a coding system that only he and I knew how to decipher. But this information that Michael had, he didn't want to risk putting it in a letter. The mail is also something the prisons check.

"Michael had a bunkmate in his cell that was getting ready to be released in a couple of weeks. He made some kind of deal with the guy offering to buy him stuff from the Commissary if he would hand-deliver an envelope to me with the information when he got out.

"As soon as I got the envelope, I had to figure out how I was gonna find you," he said looking at Jordan. "I couldn't just go to your house asking for you. That would've been too suspicious. Michael assured me you'd be going to McArthur High and that I'd be able to find you there. But again, I couldn't just go snooping around the school looking for you. I didn't know what you looked like. So I faked my credentials and applied during the summer to be a teacher here hoping I could find you that way."

"So that's why all your students have been complaining about you. You don't know Geometry at all, do you?"

"I only know what I can remember when I was in high school. But that was a long time ago. And even back then, I wasn't very good at it. Anyways, I tried everything I could think of to try and find you," he said to Jordan. "But you don't even go to that school, do you? What school are you going to?" He noticed Jordan's hesitation. "You know what, never mind. The less I know, the better."

"So… When are you gonna give me this information?" asked Jordan.

Mr. Parker reached into his side coat pocket and pulled out an envelope. "Before you ask, I haven't opened it. I have no idea what's in there and I don't wanna know. Now that I've gotten this to you, I can finally quit so the school can get themselves a real math teacher. Jeremy, your dad didn't know that you had been promoted to high school. He thought you went to the middle school. He's gonna be so proud when I tell him."

"How come he hasn't contacted me?" I asked feeling sad.

He gave me a sympathetic look. "He says it's too risky. He didn't even want you getting involved in any of this. It was a stroke of luck that I even found you, or rather that you found me. But I know he loves you very much because he's always talking about you when we talk on the phone. Well, I've done my part. I wish you boys the best of luck." Mr. Parker got up and walked away.

Jordan and I looked at each other as he held up the envelope. He ripped off the edge and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. He opened it slowly and started reading. His eyes went wide as he handed me the paper. "Come on, we gotta go," he said with urgency.

I tried to read the message on the paper as I ran after Jordan. I read it again but I still didn't understand it. "What's going on? Where are we going?"

"We need to get to my hiding place. Come on before it gets late!"

As we got deeper into the woods, Jordan started explaining. "I didn't want to mention this to anyone, but before your dad was sentenced, we managed to get together one last time without anyone knowing. We had an intimate moment together, but it was bittersweet. It was the first time I had seen your dad cry. We were both crying. While I was in the restroom, your dad inserted a memory card into my phone without telling me. According to this message, whatever's in that card is what's gonna get your dad out of prison."

"Do you have any idea what it might be?"

"Not a clue. But it must be something really important for him to go to all this trouble to get this to me. My phone's been sitting inside the trailer for months. It ran out of juice a long time ago, but I got tired of trying to find places where I could charge it. I figured the service was gonna be turned off soon so why even bother. I even took out the SIM card and the battery so they couldn't track me with the GPS. I'm glad we stopped by at the store to get this power bank phone charger."

We could hear the distant thunder of the approaching storm with flashes of lightning through the trees. This made the woods seem really creepy and ominous especially this close to Halloween. I kept looking around nervously. I'm sure glad I wasn't in here by myself. As soon as we got to the trailer, we both jumped inside. Jordan started rummaging around looking for his phone.

"Here it is. I got it." After inserting the SIM card and the batter, he pulled out the power charger and hooked it up to his phone. After a few seconds, he pressed the power button and turned it on. "Oh my God. The phone's still active. My mom's still paying for the service after all this time."

I walked over and stood next to Jordan. "You mean you can still make calls with it?"

"I guess so." He pulled up his messenger app and it was full of messages from different people. "These are from my mom," he said sadly pointing to one of the names. He opened one of her messages where his mom is pleading for him to come home. There were other messages from many others asking him what had happened to him. Jordan took a deep breath and sighed. "I guess I can read these later. Let me see if I can find this information your dad put in my phone."

I could see more flashes of lightening coming through the window followed by thunder that seemed to be getting louder. The wind started picking up. "Jordan we should leave. We're gonna get caught in the storm. We can check it back at the hotel."

"Hold on. I just wanna check to see if it's… Look, here it is. I found the files. It looks like a zip file and a picture file." He pressed on the zip file to decompress it, but it asked for a password. "Damn it!" Jordan went to look out the window. "I think it would be safer if we ride out the storm in here."

I looked out the window as well. The trees were starting to sway wildly. "I think you're right. Will we be okay here?"

"Better in here than out there." Jordan went back to looking at his phone.

"Open up the picture. Maybe the password's somewhere in there." When the picture came up, we both stared at it with confusion. It was a cutaway illustration of a car engine. "Is that a motor?"

Jordan smiled. "Yeah. I think I know what this is about. Michael and I used to…"

We both jumped when we heard something crashing through the window where the stove was. Whatever it was, the whole kitchen area burst into flames.

"What the fuck!"

"Jordan let's get out of here!" I yelled as I grabbed Jordan's arm and we both jumped out the side door.

"Wait! The phone. I dropped the phone!" Jordan yelled as he jumped back into the trailer.

Then I felt my body being slammed into the ground. When I turned around, I saw who it was. Conner. He must've followed us on the way over here.

"Remember me?" he asked with a sadistic smile with a patch over his nose as he slammed the door shut to trap Jordan inside. "Nobody messes with me and gets away with it."

When Conner slammed against me, I hit the ground so hard that I started getting dizzy. Everything was spinning. I saw Conner picking up the tree trunk and wedge it against the door. I could hear Jordan yelling as he kept slamming against the door trying to get out.

"Jordan…" I moaned with my hand on my head as I felt a loud ringing in my ear. "Jordan!" I screamed.

I ran towards the door but Conner kicked me as he leaned against the door and made me fall back.

"Jeremy, heeelp! Jeremy…!"

"Jordan!" I shrieked with tears coming down. The flames were starting to spread. "Noooo… let him go! Let him go!" I kept running to the door but Conner just kept kicking me back. I grabbed whatever I could find from the junk pile and I frantically started throwing stuff at Conner. But he just wouldn't move. He just stood his ground grinning with satisfaction. I hated him. I hated him so much it went down to my core.

"Let him go!" I sobbed. "You're killing him!" I dropped down to my knees and watched through my tears as the inside of the trailer was engulfed in flames. "Jordan, noooo! Jordaaaaan…!"

My mind started shutting down. Everything started becoming disjointed and surreal. I started feeling numb. It felt like everything was going in slow motion. The flames licking out through the windows, the wind blowing around us, the brush of pine needles catching on fire, the evil smile on Conner's face…

I knew that part of my brain was painfully processing the fact that Jordan was literally burning alive inside that trailer. So much pain. My mind couldn't cope with this terrible pain. My peripheral vision started darkening. I felt like I was about to pass out from this traumatic experience I was going through.

Then from out of nowhere, I see Erik running towards Conner. They started fighting and wrestling with each other. I shook my head to try and clear my vision. Erik had a look of rage as he straddled Conner's chest and kept punching him in the face. Conner managed to bump Erik off of him and started running off. Erik started chasing after him and then turned back towards me. As soon as he knelt down in front of me, I wrapped my arms tightly around him and started wailing.

"Eriiik, jordan's deeead!" I screamed as I sobbed inconsolably. "Jordan's deeead… Jordan's deeead!" I wailed in anguish as I felt my whole body shaking.

"Jeremy, you're going into shock," he yelled through the wind. "Look at me… Look at me! I want you to take a deep breath and calm – down. This fire is going to spread rapidly and we need to get out of here."

"Noooo… Jordan…" I wailed as I stared at the burning trailer.

"I know buddy. I know. But we can't help him anymore. We gotta go."

He put my arm over his shoulder and supported me as he guided me away. Brush fires were spreading rapidly being fueled by the howling wind. Out of pure desperation, I broke free from Erik and started running back. He can't die. There's no way. He has to be alive. He has to be. I felt Erik tackling me down to the ground. I dug my fingers into the dirt desperately trying to bring myself closer to the burning inferno so that I could save him somehow.

"Jordaaan!" I screamed. "Jordan you can't die… Please don't die!"

Erik wrapped his arms around my chest, picked me up and forcefully dragged me away kicking and screaming.

"Jordaaan…!"

Chapter 13
Wrong Number

(The woods)

Erik dropped us to the ground with is arms wrapped tightly around me waiting for me to calm down as I kept crying. I just couldn't come to grips with the fact that Jordan was gone. I eased myself away from Erik nodding my head to let him know I wasn't going to run anymore. Erik came up to me wiping his own tears.

"I'm sorry Jeremy. I'm so sorry. Come on, we need to get out of here."

As we started walking away, I suddenly stopped when I heard what sounded like someone coughing. It was distant and faint and almost lost in the cacophony of sounds from the coming storm. I turned my head sideways and I heard it again. It was just a wisp, but it was enough to grab ahold of me with a tight grip. I whipped my body around and immediately started running towards the trailer again with renewed energy, desperately hoping for some kind of miracle.

"Jeremy nooo!"

I barely registered the fact that Erik was chasing after me, but somehow I was able to outrun him as I ran to the other side of the trailer. And then I saw the most beautiful sight that I had ever seen in my entire life. Jordan was down on all fours coughing so hard it sounded like he was coughing out a lung.

"Jordan!" I froze for a second wondering if this was just a mirage. Am I so desperate for him to be alive that I'm imagining things? No, this is for real. It's really him. I ran over and dropped down to give him a tight hug. I just kept hugging him and I never ever wanted to let him go as my tears of anguish turned into tears of joy and elation. I was crying and laughing at the same time. By some miracle he was alive. Jordan was alive.

The fire was spreading dangerously close to us. The heat was becoming unbearably hot. Erik quickly came over and helped me drag Jordan away to a safe distance. Jordan kept turning his head towards the trailer and tying to point at something while he kept coughing. I turned around and saw what he was pointing at. The phone. He was pointing at his phone on the ground.

I tried to run back for it but Erik held me back. It was too late. I looked in despair as the phone was already melting over the flames. I barely had time to register the implications of losing that phone and the information contained inside. We all crouched down at the deafening sound of lightning striking nearby.

"We need to find some shelter," screamed Erik. Jordan had regained enough balance to walk with his arms over our shoulders. A few yards away he stopped and turned around. He sat down with his knees up and stared at his burning hiding place with tears rolling down. The entire trailer was completely engulfed with flames being blown in all kinds of directions by the wind, making the fire spread even faster.

"Everything I owned…" He said with a hoarse voice. "My pictures, my songs, my necklace, my phone…" He started crying. "Everything that was important to me… is gone." He buried his head in his arm as he continued crying.

Erik kneeled down next to him. "I'm sorry man. I really am. But we can't stay here much longer. We gotta go. Come on."

We found a large fallen tree that had been hollowed out and squeezed ourselves inside to ride out the storm. The rain started coming down pretty hard. Hopefully it was enough to put out the flames before it turned into a major forest fire. The wind had finally calmed down and the downpour had turned into a light drizzle. It was getting late and we decided to get going before it got really dark.

(Back at the hotel)

As we walked into the lobby soaking wet, the lady at the front desk looked at us sternly with a withering stare. She quickly walked towards us and blocked our path.

"Where do you boys think you're going?" she asked with her arms crossed.

Me and Erik looked at Jordan, but he looked too out of it to answer her. "Um, we're going up to our room on the third floor," I said softly.

"Not like this you're not. You boys are filthy and soaking wet. I will not have you boys dragging mud and dirt all over my hotel. Where are your parents?" She looked at Jordan's eyes. "Are your eyes red young man? Have you been drinking? Where did you get the alcohol from? Maybe I should just call security and have them…"

Jordan reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. It was one of the business cards Arty had given us. He handed the card to the lady without saying a word. As soon as she read the card, her whole attitude changed. "Oh. I'm… I'm terribly sorry for the misunderstanding sir. I'll be more than happy to accommodate you boys. If there's anything you need, you just give me a call okay?" she said pointing at her name tag.

She started snapping her fingers as she called out to one of the bell boys. "Grab some extra towels and follow these boys to their room. Make sure you get them whatever else they need. Oh, hold on boys." She ran to the desk and ran back with something in her hand. "Here are some vouchers for a complimentary dinner package for each of you okay? Um, there's no need to mention this to Mr. Rockwell. We're all good right?"

Jordan looked at her with disgust. As we were heading to the elevators, Erik leaned into me. "Wow. Can I have one of those cards?" he said softly in my ear. I started realizing just how much clout Arty had around this town.

When we all walked into the room, Jordan slowly and silently walked into the restroom and gently closed the door. Then we started hearing loud banging and crashing noises and things being thrown against the wall. We could hear Jordan pounding on things and kicking something in there repeatedly as he started cussing loudly. Me and Erik looked at each other in alarm. I headed towards the restroom door, but Erik held me back.

"Hey, give him some space. He needs to let it out. He'll be alright," he said rubbing his arms. "Dude, it is cold in here. It feels like a walk-in cooler, especially with these wet clothes."

"Jordan must've left the air conditioner on," I said as I grabbed one of the extra towels and wrapped it over my shoulder. "Erik, how did you find us?"

"When you didn't show up after practice, I got worried. I started heading over to Angelo's barn hoping that you'd be meeting up with Jordan there to give him his money. Then I saw both of you walking from a distance and I decided to follow you guys."

"Why didn't you call out to us?"

"Cause I didn't wanna piss you off. You told Angelo that you were old enough to handle the cash envelope on your own remember? I didn't want you to think I was trying to babysit you. Anyways, when I saw the fire, I knew something had gone terribly wrong. Jeremy, what's going on? Kevin says you've been acting weird and that you've been out of the house a lot. And what's with this hotel room? Are you and Jordan in some kind of trouble?"

"I don't know," I said worriedly. "Maybe."

"Please tell me. You've become like a little brother to me. I wanna help."

"It's a long story Erik. Let me talk to Jordan to see if we can bring you in on what's been going on."

"Fair enough."

"It sounds like he's calmed down." I went to the little cooler and grabbed a bottled water. I was relieved that the restroom door was unlocked. Jordan was sitting on the side of the bathtub with his head down. I looked around and found a broken air freshener, small bottles of shampoo and conditioner oozing out onto the floor, the small plastic trash can with a large crack on the side. At least the mirror wasn't broken. I went and sat down on the toilet seat next to him.

This was the first time I had gotten a good look at him. The sides of his shirt were ripped. Parts of his hair was singed, including the hairs on his arms. There were burn marks on his shoes and on his clothes. One of his arms had a blister from what looked like a painful burn. I opened the bottled water and gave it to him. He grabbed it and started drinking thirstily.

"Hey. You okay?" I placed my hand on his shoulder and we immediately embraced each other. "Oh Jordan, I thought I had lost you. The whole place was on fire and I started to lose it. I don't know how I would've handled the pain of you being gone. I'm so sorry." We continued hugging for a while as we gently swayed side to side. My body started to shake from the coldness and Jordan started rubbing my back vigorously. We finally pulled away as we both wiped the tears in our eyes. "Jordan, how in the world did you manage to get yourself out of there?"

Jordan kept shaking his head. "It was all my fault Jeremy. When you said we should leave, we should've just gotten the hell out of there and this wouldn't have happened."

"No, no… We would've been caught in the storm like you said and I agreed with you. You made the right call."

"There's something else. I fucked up. When I was trapped in there, I really thought I was gonna die. I had already given up any hope. I didn't want the information in my phone to die with me. So I decided to send a copy of those files to my mom's phone hoping that someday she'd be able to figure out the message."

"Jordan, that's great! So the information's not completely lost. You have to call your mom."

"I can't," he said exasperated. "There's more. There was so much smoke and I couldn't see. My eyes were getting all watery and I couldn't stop coughing. When I clicked on the contact to send the message, I accidently sent the files to the wrong person. Jeremy, I sent the files to fucking Norman. I realized my mistake right away, but it was too late. I didn't have time to send another message.

"In that instant, I decided that I just couldn't give up. I had to find a way to survive. I just had to. I tried squeezing myself through the window but it was too small. I must've gotten a big dose of adrenaline or something cause I just grabbed one of the folding chairs and started pounding and pounding at the edge of the window until I was able to make the opening wide enough for me to barely squeeze out."

He started getting agitated again. "I'm sorry Jeremy." He pounded the wall in frustration. "We are totally screwed."

"Hey… Hey, it's all right. We'll figure something out okay?" I said soothingly. I pushed my fingers through his hair and brought his head to my chest as he let out a couple of gasping sobs. After a while he started calming down.

"Maybe it's time you gave me one of those shots of dopamine," he said with a hint of playfulness still leaning against me.

"Well, that means you're gonna have to pull your pants down and bend over."

"How about if I just pull my pants down and you get on your knees?"

"That'll really suck."

He started chuckling as he pulled himself up wiping his eyes. He took a deep breath and grabbed my hands. "Thank you Jeremy. Thank you for coming back for me and saving my life. I'll never forget that."

"What are friends for? Somehow, deep inside I just knew you were still alive. Anyways, Erik's out there and he says he wants to help."

"How could he help us?"

"I don't know, but he's very resourceful. He's the one who helped me out the first time Conner came after me. And right now, we can use all the help we can get."

"Can you trust him?"

"I'd trust him with my life. He's a good friend. He's… He's like a big brother. But we're gonna have to tell him what's going on. He needs to know everything – your relationship with my dad, about Norman, Mr. Parker, about Arty… everything. You cool with that?"

Jordan thought for a moment and then nodded his head. "Alright. If you can trust him, then I can trust him too."

"First thing's first. Will you please turn on the heater? I'm freezing my butt in here."

"Sorry about that. Sure thing."

We walked out of the restroom and found Erik sitting down on one of the chairs with a towel over his shaking body. "Erik, we're ready to fill you in on what's going on."

"Th… Thanks. That's great. But I could sure use a hot shower and a steaming hot chocolate right about now," he said shivering.

"Hey man, the shower's all yours. Go for it," Jordan said as he went to adjust the thermostat.

"Thank you," he said gratefully as he quickly walked into the restroom. We noticed he didn't' close the door.

Jordan walked over and openly stared at Erik appreciatively as he started undressing. I walked over and looked over his shoulder. As soon as Erik peeled off his wet underwear, Jordan turned to look at me with a lustful expression.

"Dude, he is hot!" he whispered.

"I know right?" I whispered back with a smile staring at Erik's naked butt as he bent over to adjust the water temperature.

"Hmm, I'm feeling a lot better now."

"Dopamine?"

"Dopamine," he said smiling.

As soon as Erik stepped into the tub, Jordan pulled me in. "Hey Erik um, can Jeremy go in with you? He's freezing his butt off too."

"Of course. Come on in Jeremy," he said sounding a bit excited.

"What are you doing?" I hissed at Jordan.

"Well didn't you say you were freezing too?" he asked covering his mouth trying not to laugh. "Dude, he took pictures of you naked. Don't tell me you're still embarrassed?"

"I guess you have a point." I started peeling off my wet clothes and looked at Jordan with a devious smile. "Hey Erik, would you mind if Jordan came in also?"

"Really?" Erik asked sounding even more excited. "I mean um… Ahem… Go for it dude."

"Naw, that's okay," Jordan said shaking his head. "I wanna be able to soak in the tub later on. I'll go take your wet clothes to the dryer while you guys finish up okay?"

I stepped in and leered at Erik's body as he let the water hit his face. Hooo, I don't think I'll ever get tired of staring at that sexy ass of his. I unwrapped one of the soaps and started lathering him up. Erik stepped back from the water and allowed me to continue. After lathering his body from the back, I started lathering his butt, I started shivering again, but it was no longer from the cold. It felt so smooth and I just loved how it felt in my hands. I reached around and started lathering his chest.

Erik turned around to face me. "I think you missed a spot."

I swallowed hard as I looked down at his full erection. I lathered up my hands and then I started lathering his dick. I started stroking outwards with both hands starting from the bottom of his balls. Erik looked over my shoulders as I heard the shower curtain opening up. I guess Jordan had decided to join us after all.

I could hear him unwrapping another soap and then he started lathering me up. When my body was completely soaped up, Jordan and Erik sandwiched me between them as they started kissing each other with their tongues. While Jordan was gyrating his boner between my butt cheeks, Erik was fondling me from the front.

Oh gaaawd, I was lost in lust. This is exactly what I've been dreaming of. Me and Jordan and Erik soaping each other's naked bodies… I closed my eyes and wondered how it's possible that a body can feel so much pleasure. I wanted to focus on each individual sensation but it was hard. I almost burst out laughing at my own pun. Everything just blended into the most intense of pleasures. I could feel Jordan's soapy boner pushing back and forth between my legs. I could distinguish every finger of Erik's soapy hand as he reached down into my scrotum and sensuously kept massaging my balls.

I dropped down to my knees between them and kept turning my head to stare at each of their boners as they continued kissing. I reached up to grab each of them with both hands and started jerking them off. I had never felt so erotic and so aroused. I just smiled lustily at all these wild sensations. My hands were gently pushed away as Jordan and Erik grabbed each other's boners and started jerking each other. I just watched with lustful delight as I cupped my hands under their balls and started jiggling them around with my fingers.

Both boys stopped kissing and put their heads back with their faces looking all erotic as they started stroking their own boners. I was still kneeling down between them and I kept turning my head from one side to the other in sexual awe at these incredible close-ups. They started gasping harder and harder. I was so deep in my sexual trance that it took me a couple of seconds to realize that their sperm was starting to squirt right onto my face.

"Aaaaugh! Puah! Bleach, it went in my mouth! You guys are gross," I exclaimed as I quickly jumped to my feet and started spraying water into my mouth. Jordan and Erik started giggling which quickly turned into loud laughter.

Jordan started rubbing my shoulders. "Dude, looks like this time you caught some balls – without the glove. You should be proud."

"I'm ecstatic," I said sarcastically as I kept spitting with disgust. "You guys better hope I don't get pregnant."

Jordan and Erik looked at each other and burst out laughing even harder.

After drying ourselves off, Jordan slipped into a robe and went for our clothes. He also called down and ordered three hot chocolates for each of us. For the next thirty minutes, Jordan and I explained to Erik everything that was going on and everything we had learned since that first day when Jordan and I met up in the loft of Angelo's barn.

We explained why Jordan had run away, about the secret relationship he had with my dad, about everything Norman had done to him and how he had framed my dad that resulted in him going to prison. We told him about Arty and how we had ended up at this hotel.

I told him about my encounter with Conner at the school and about our meeting with Mr. Parker and about the files we had found in Jordan's phone. Erik listened attentively the whole time with a growing look of concern. Erik sat on the chair trying to process everything he had heard. He got up, walked over to the window and looked outside in deep thought for a while. Jordan and I stared at him curiously as we sat on the bed. Then Erik came back to the chair and sat down.

"Three things. First, I'm really sorry about what you've been through Jordan. And I'm sorry about you losing all your stuff in that fire. But you're not alone anymore. We're all with you man and we're gonna help you out.

"Second, Conner's not gonna get away with this shit. He fucken almost killed you. I'm gonna get together with the team at school and we're gonna come up with a plan. The gloves are off man. We're gonna get that son of a bitch back and we're gonna fuck him up good. That's a promise.

"And third, I want you to tell me everything you know about this Norman guy because tomorrow right afterschool, the three of us are gonna head down to his place and find a way to get those files from his phone. I wanna know where he lives, what he likes, what he hates, his weaknesses, his strengths, his fetishes, does he have tattoos, does he wear boxers or briefs, what's he in to, what turns him on, is he smooth, is he hairy, I wanna know…"

He stopped when he noticed how me and Jordan were staring at him with our mouths open. "You wanna know which hand he uses to wipe his ass?" Jordan asked jokingly.

"Might as well," Erik said sheepishly. "Sorry guys. I got a little carried away there. Just tell me everything you know Jordan."

Jordan and I looked at each other and smiled with a look of wonder. "Told ya he was good," I said as we gave each other a knuckle punch.

"In more ways than one," Jordan said staring at Erik.

Erik walked over to a desk and pulled out a note pad and started making notes as Jordan described in detail everything he knew about Norman. Once they were done, Erik and I headed to the door getting ready to leave.

"Jordan, can you meet us at Angelo's barn tomorrow around noon?" asked Erik.

"Around noon? Aren't you guys going to school?"

"We're ditching the last part of the day. We're gonna need time to get Jeremy ready."

"What?" I exclaimed. "Get me ready for what?" I put my hand over my head. "You know what, never mind. Don't tell me until tomorrow so I can at least get a good night's sleep."

"I'm still trying to come up with a solid plan. You're sure Norman has never seen you before?"

"I'm positive," I said.

"Okay, so you're gonna be the key to this operation. Don't worry Jeremy. I won't let anything happen to you. You'll do great. Come on, let's go."

"Erik, can I catch up to you downstairs?

"You got it bro," Erik said walking towards the elevators.

I turned to Jordan and we stared into each other's eyes. "Are you sure you're gonna be alright all by yourself?"

"I'll be just fine. I'd be better if you could stay but… I'll be okay thanks to you," he said reassuringly. "Thanks to both of you."

"Hey, how come you decided to come join us in the shower after all?"

Jordan shrugged. "I didn't want Erik to have you all to himself."

"I see." It was the same thing I had told him when he was with Arty. It really touched my heart. I wrapped my arms around him to give him a goodbye hug.

"If you ever even think of dying on me, I'm gonna kick you in the nuts really hard, you hear me?"

"Ouch. I guess I better not die then. I'd rather you do something else with my nuts."

"Yeah, I bet you would," I said as I walked away feeling a big sense of relief.

Chapter 14
Lucifer

(Angelo's house, Tuesday afternoon)

"Alright Jeremy. I'm almost done little dude," said Angelo as he applied the finishing touches of black eyeliner around my eyes as Erik and Jordan looked on with interest.

For the past half an hour, Angelo had painstakingly done his best to transform me into a really authentic gothic looking emo. My hair was long enough that he was able to do some real cool hairstyles with it. It felt like he had used half the can of mousse to get it just right. Angelo had consulted with some friends to make sure everything looked authentic.

Jordan and I had decided to give Angelo limited information about what was going on when we asked for his help. I had made everyone promise not to say any of this to Kevin. If this worked, I didn't want Kevin to know the truth about my dad's and Jordan's relationship. I also didn't want to risk my uncle Owen finding out about this. Things were gonna be complicated enough as it is.

I took stock of everything I was wearing. I had a black tank-top looking T-shirt, some tight fitting worn out jeans with horizontal slits and some beat up black and white convers shoes. I was wearing a necklace with an Anarchy symbol and a black leather studded wristband. Angelo had also carefully attached two fake piercings on my lower lip. Erik had suggested some black nail polish, but Angelo didn't want to overdo it.

All this was based on everything Jordan had told Erik about Norman. Norman was attracted to these kinds of things especially in younger boys. Apparently, I was supposed to be some kind of bait to lure Norman outside while Erik and Jordan tried to find a way to get to Norman's phone and get those files. I still wasn't clear on how exactly this was going to work.

Angelo had me stand in front of the mirror on his door to inspect his handywork. "Guys, what do you think?"

"Smoking!" Erik and Jordan said at the same time.

"Dude, you're gonna make Norman so horny you'll have him eating out of your hands. Hopefully he won't want to start eating out of something else," said Jordan

"I'm beginning to think Angelo made him look too sexy," added Erik.

"Hey, that was an excellent idea Jeremy," said Angelo pointing at the iron-on on my shirt that he had printed out. "That'll definitely catch Norman's attention."

The shirt I was wearing had a white arrow pointing downward with the words Scratch & Sniff – Free Sample Below.

"You can thank Jordan for that one," I said as I stared admiringly at my complete transformation. "I like this Angelo. I really like it. You did a great job. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Now you're gonna have to strip for me."

"Ha, ha. Very funny."

"No, I'm serious dude. I still have to put that fake tattoo on you that Jordan was talking about. The one that looks a lot like Norman's."

"What for?"

Jordan walked over to me. "Jeremy, we have to take advantage of every single one of Norman's impulses. Not only will you have to find a way to catch his attention, you're gonna have to find a way to keep him focused on you while me and Erik dig around inside his house. I know him. He's gonna try everything he can to try to connect with you, try to entice you, brush against you, make any type of contact to try getting under your pants. One peek at that tattoo and he won't be able to keep his eyes off you."

"You mean I'm gonna have to strip for him?"

Erik came up and stood next to Jordan. "You might. It may come to that and I need to know if you can do this. Look, we don't have all the answers. This is gonna be one of those situations where we're all gonna have to improvise. Just remember why we're doing this. This is about getting your father out of prison and restoring his name so you two can get back together again.

"You can do this Jeremy. You told me you had the ability to see math problems in three dimensions to find the solutions right? These aren't gonna be equations you're gonna be staring at in some book with all the answers. This is real life. But you can still use the same problem solving principles. You didn't skip all of middle school to get to high school if you didn't have the smarts right? You can do this. I know you can."

Damn it. Why does he always have to be so logical and persuasive? "Alright. I guess I can try," I said nervously.

"No! Try not!" said Erik crouching down and imitating Yoda's voice. "Do, or do not. There is no try." We all started laughing. "Now drop'em."

Erik tapped Angelo on the shoulder and they both walked away to discuss something in private. Erik came back and put his hand on my shoulder. "Hey Jeremy, um… Since this is gonna be a fake tattoo and everything, would it be alright if I get it on film while Angelo's putting it on you? It would be a shame if he went to all this trouble and spending all this time if he couldn't at least keep a record of it before you wash it off."

Angelo came up. "Not only that, but my client really liked the sample shots that Erik took of you the other day in the barn. This would be a great way to start a real photo session with you and we'll even let you keep all the profits. You can do whatever you want with it. You can help out your friend Jordan if you like."

I hesitated as I started getting a little nervous. "But… You mean this is gonna be on the internet? I don't know."

"Listen, this is totally up to you okay," Erik said reassuringly. "How about if we just get it on film without sharing it with anyone? I promise you it won't end up on the internet."

"You promise?" I said looking at both of them.

"We promise," said both of them.

"Okay. I guess it'll be alright."

"Thanks bro." Erik grabbed the camcorder and started getting it ready. "Alright, start stripping."

I hesitated and Erik looked at me sternly as he gave me a 'Don't you even dare tell me you're still too embarrassed' kind of look. I sighed as I undid my pants and pulled everything down. Angelo grabbed his kit and knelt down taking notice of my growing boner as Jordan watched with a smile on his face.

"How good are you with these tattoos," asked Jordan.

"Oh, I'd say pretty good. But trust me guy, this tattoo is not what Norman's gonna be focusing on, I guarantee. Um, Jeremy, your shirt's gonna be getting in the way. You're gonna have to take it off too."

"Fine," I said with another loud sigh as I peeled off my shirt making Erik's and Jordan's smiles even wider.

Angelo stared at my nakedness for a moment, took a deep breath and got on his knees. "Not exactly what I'm gonna be focusing on either," he said under his breath.

I realized Angelo had never seen me naked before. Even though I had stripped naked in front of Erik and Jordan and Arty, I still felt a little embarrassed doing it in front of Angelo. Maybe it was because I thought he was kind of cute.

"Okay," said Angelo forcing himself to focus. "The tattoo is gonna start at your hip, run down between your legs, and up your butt cheek. It'll be easier if I start between your legs and work myself up. Why don't you come over here and sit on the bed? Um, lean back and bring your feet up."

I did as he said covering my crotch with my hand feeling more and more embarrassed.

"Come on little dude. Take your hand away and open up your legs. Just try to relax okay?"

"Will you stop calling me little."

"I'm sorry. You're right – my bad. I won't call you little anymore."

Angelo stood there expectantly. I rolled my eyes as I put my feet on the bed, opened up my legs and lied back. Whatever he started doing down there right under my nuts was giving me such a hard on that it was torture not being able to rub myself. I was turned on even more by the fact that Jordan was on his knees watching with his goofy crooked grin while Erik was getting some closeups with the camera.

I just lay there with my hands under my head. I closed my eyes as I soaked in all these erotic feelings going through my body: the sensations of the brush strokes on my scrotum and the side of my butt, the touch of Angelo's finger as he moved my nuts to the side, the fact that these guys were feeling really turned on by the full exposure of my sexy pose.

"Man, Jeremy's gonna give Norman a heart attack with this one," said Erik as he kept filming.

"Yeah, he's gonna have to be open to suggestions," Jordan said snickering.

"He's gonna have to spread the word," said Erik as they both started giggling.

"Let him sample the merchandise," snorted Jordan.

"Scratch and sniff!" they both shouted and burst out laughing.

I stared at them sternly until they quieted down. Then I started laughing myself. "You guys are so stupid," I said shaking my head.

"Okay, now turn around and lie on your stomach."

About an hour later, I was on my feet while Angelo made some last minute adjustments. I stood in front of the mirror and I was really impressed by what I was seeing. Starting on my hip, the tattoo portrayed a young naked boy with wings lying on his stomach on a bed of bright red roses supported by a pile of skulls going down to my groin area. The boy's butt crack could be seen over his shoulder between his unfurled wings. He was leaning down over the edge of the rose bed with his hands around his mouth as if he was shouting out to someone.

The pile of skulls not only went down to my groin area, but it continued further towards the back and up my butt cheek leading to another bed of roses with another winged naked boy on his stomach with his hands around his ear as if he was listening to the other boy calling out to him.

"Jordan, you think Norman will buy it? Does it look real enough?" asked Angelo.

"Dude, you killed it. Of course he's gonna buy it. But his looks a little bit different."

"Yeah I know. I didn't want it to be an exact match. He might get suspicious."

I liked the tattoo a lot, but I was starting to have a really bad feeling about this whole operation. But I was determined to go through with it. I'm doing this for you dad. This is for you and Jordan.

"Um, can I get dressed now?"

"Not yet," said Angelo. "We still have to wait 'till it dries."

"Shit."

(Around 4:00 pm in Norman's neighborhood)

Angelo paid the cab driver as we all got out of the taxi cab about a block away from Norman's house. As we started walking, we all stopped when we noticed Jordan had stayed behind.

"Jordan?" I walked back to him. "You okay?"

"It's just that it brings back a lot of memories of what he did to me." He looked tense. There was a slight tremble in his body. He looked at me and his face relaxed a bit. "I'm sorry Jeremy. You're the one who's gonna be coming face to face with this creep.

"Listen, I want you to be on your guard at all times. Don't put yourself in a position where he can trap you or corner you. But when the moment comes, and you feel like you can't do this… If you feel you won't be able to hold his attention or that you're gonna be in any kind of danger, I want you to abort. Just walk away or run if you have to. Remember we'll be a few yards away. Whatever happens, we'll deal with it. Got it?"

I nodded feeling a little scared as we kept walking. My mind was going in circles trying to figure out how in the world I was gonna lure Norman out of his own house. What if something goes wrong and he tries to do some of the things he did to Jordan? What if we get caught and he calls the police? That'll be the end of the road for my dad. Uncle Owen will find out about everything. Jordan will end up going to…

"Jeremy? Is that you?"

I looked up and saw a boy around my age on his bicycle stopped on the sidewalk in front of us. "Noah! Noah, oh my God it's good to see you," I said as I ran to give him a hug.

"Dude, what did you do to yourself? You went all goth on me? You look so different, but it looks good on you. How come I haven't seen you at school? Did you move or something?

"It's a long story." I turned around to Erik and Jordan. "Guys let me introduce you! Noah, these are my friends Erik and Jordan. Guys, this is my friend Noah. We used to hang out together all the time at the elementary school."

"Nice to meet you Noah," both said extending their hands.

"Hey Noah, do you live around here?" asked Jordan.

"Yeah, I live just around the corner over there."

"Do you happen to know a guy from your neighborhood by the name of Norman?"

Noah's face lit up in recognition. "Yeah, he's our neighbor from our back yard. In fact, he just got home. My dad says I'm not supposed to talk to him or to come near him."

"Why is that?" Jordan asked.

"I don't know. I guess sometimes he does weird things. Dad says he doesn't trust him for some reason, but he seems pretty nice to me."

"Weird things like how," Jordan prompted.

"Well, sometimes when I'm playing in my back yard afterschool, he comes outside to his porch wearing a robe, and then he'll lie on his lawn chair with his legs up and you could tell right away that he's not wearing anything underneath. You could see his balls and everything."

"You think he only does that when you're playing outside?" asked Erik.

"I guess. He's tried a few times to get me to come inside his house and I tell him I'm not allowed. But one time when he was outside, I accidently kicked my soccer ball over the wall. Well, actually it really wasn't an accident. I kicked it over on purpose. It's not that I'm gay or anything. I was just, you know, being curious. He had his sliding door open and the ball actually went inside his house. He said to climb over and that I could go in there and get it. When I stepped into his kitchen, he followed me in. His robe was like totally open and I could see everything.

"Then he takes it off and starts shaking it saying that it had gotten full of dirt and that it was making him itch. So then he's like walking around totally naked with a huge boner. He also has this really cool tattoo on his side. He goes to his closet and pulls out a magazine full of naked ladies and he puts it on the kitchen counter to show it to me. My eyes were like this wide.

"He was standing right behind me while he let me page through the whole thing. It was awesome dude. I could feel his wiener touching the back of my pants. He was like trembling or something. He started rubbing his wiener and said he could show me how to jack off. I didn't know what that was so I told him maybe later. He said he had a whole bunch of these magazines and that I could come over anytime he was home to look at them. So, I thought that was pretty cool.

We all looked at each other. Erik and Jordan walked away and called me to join them in a huddle. "Guys, I think we found our way in," whispered Erik.

"Yeah, looks like Norman's well into grooming this kid," added Jordan. "So, what's the plan?"

"I'm working on it," said Erik walking towards Noah. He pulls out his wallet and takes out a $20-dollar bill. "Hey Noah, how would you like to earn 20 bucks?" Erik asked holding the bill in front of Noah's face. Noah looked up at him and smiled as he pinched the bill out of Erik's hand.

A few minutes later, Noah and I were in his back yard kicking the soccer ball to each other. Easy enough. I'm sure glad it wasn't a baseball. I kept looking towards Norman's windows and sure enough, a couple of minutes later I saw one of the blinds being parted. I saw a glint and wondered if he was using some binoculars. Well, the fishing line's been cast. Let's see if he bites.

Yup, he's coming out to the back yard holding some kind of magazine. He was wearing sunglasses and a loosely-tied dark silky robe with a tall glass of iced tea just like Noah said he would. He looked kind of cute in a disturbing kind of way. His hair was black, kind of bowl shaped going down shoulder length. He had a short goatee. He had a lean body and looked like he liked to work out. Not too bad.

He sat down on the lawn chair and opened up his magazine folding the pages back to give us a clear shot of a naked lady. And there go his knees up exposing his nethers. Noah turned around and turned back with a smile. We both walked over to the short rock wall and leaned over it.

"Hey Norman," Noah called out. "Reading anything interesting over there?"

Norman lowered his sunglasses to look at us. He slipped his sandals on and walked over to us slipping the magazine into one of the pockets. His robe was becoming more loose as he walked. Norman fixated his eyes on me with a penetrating stare as he studied every one of my features.

"Hey Noah. Who's your friend here?"

"This is my friend Lucien, but we all call him Lucifer."

"Really? Lucifer… I like that," he said hypnotically staring at me almost in a trance. Then he started reading what was on my shirt and focused on my zipper.

I saw Erik and Jordan opening the side gate and quietly walking over to the sliding door. It made a faint screeching noise as they were opening it. Norman was about to turn around when I quickly reached out to shake his hand and cupped the top of it with my other hand. I gave him a sexy smile which increased his level of interest. Time to reel him in.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Lucifer." Norman shook my hand and slightly squeezed the side of my arm.

"I've been telling Lucifer here about your interesting magazine collection like the one you showed me the other day. The one you told me to keep a secret remember?"

"You mean like this one?" Norman said as he pulled a Playboy out of his pocket. He opened up the Playboy to the centerfold and showed it to us behind the wall.

"Told ya they were naked," Noah said excitedly.

"Wow. Well that explains a few things," I said as I stared down at the tent under his robe with obvious interest making sure he noticed. "You got anything else you wanna show us?"

Norman smiled at me with a curious stare. I think I'm overdoing it. I hope he's not getting suspicious.

"Hey Norman, Noah tells me you have a really cool tattoo. The way he described it, it sounds like it looks a lot like mine."

"You're telling me you have a tattoo? Like mine? Get out of here. I don't believe you."

This guy was becoming pretty predictable. So I kept playing my part. "It's true. You don't believe me? I'll show it to you. You show me yours and I'll show you mine."

Norman swallowed hard. "Really? I mean um… Okay, let's go inside."

"Wait!" said Noah. "I'm not allowed to go inside your house remember?"

I noticed Erik sneaking over to the window. He started making signs at me to keep it going. Shit. They must be having trouble getting the files from Norman's phone. I remembered what Erik and Jordan had told me earlier. This jerk was gonna try to do anything he can to get inside my pants. That means I'm gonna have to improvise.

I started looking around. "Hey, how 'bout inside your storage over there? Noah, your dad never said anything about you not going in his storage, right?"

"That's right. He didn't."

"Yeah… Yeah, that's a great idea Lucifer. Come on," he said with uncontained enthusiasm. Noah and I jumped over the wall and stepped inside the storage while Norman held the door. He turned on the light and closed the door. I looked around and saw a lawn mower, a weed whacker, and other typical maintenance stuff.

Noah and I were looking around curiously and I noticed on the corner, there was a white sheet affixed to the wall with some wrist loops hanging down from the ceiling. When we turned around, Norman had dropped his robe and was standing completely naked. His cut penis was huge. It wasn't just huge, it was humongous.

As we had discussed earlier, we had agreed to pretend we would be really turned on by whatever sexual things Norman did or showed us. Noah and I looked at each other and smiled and started staring at his boner with fake lustful expressions.

"Woah dude," exclaimed Noah. "You're gonna have to be careful with that thing. You're gonna knock one of us over with it. How long is that thing anyways?"

"Well why don't you grab that measuring tape over there and find out?"

Noah put down the soccer ball and grabbed the tape from the counter. He pulled it out to measure Norman huge dick. Norman shivered at the touch of Noah's finger touching the tip of his penis as he held the tape in place. Noah's level of interest was making me wonder if maybe he wasn't pretending after all and was really getting turned by with all this.

"Daaiiaam Norman, a little over eight inches. What have you been feeding that thing?" Norman just laughed as he started bouncing his dick around obviously feeling horny as hell by the fact that he was standing naked in front of two young boys.

I knelt down and started inspecting his tattoo on his bare hip. His tattoo looked almost like mine, except it had a young angel girl with wings wearing a loin cloth. She was on her knees bending down on the bed of roses. The pile of skulls went down to his groin area, but it didn't continue to his back like mine. "Wow, this looks pretty cool. Noah was right. It does look a lot like mine."

"Yeah? Well why don't you pull those jeans down and…"

"Noah…! Noah, are you out here?" we heard a man's voice coming from Noah's yard.

"My dad's home," Noah hissed looking all scared. "Shit, I gotta go," he said as he quickly picked up his ball and quietly walked out the door. "I'm right here dad. I was just getting my soccer ball."

We could hear their conversation through the walls. The man sounded upset. "How many times do I have to tell you you're not allowed to go over there? Now get inside and wash up for dinner."

I looked around nervously as I found myself alone with Norman who was still very naked and staring at me in a really creepy way. The guys are taking way too long. Why haven't I heard the signal? "Um, it's getting kind of late. Maybe we should…"

"Hey, we had a deal remember? I showed you mine, now you gotta show me yours. Just make it really quick," he said eagerly.

"Yeah but…"

Suddenly we heard a crashing noise coming from what sounded like inside Norman's house. He rushed to the window to take a look. "What the fuck? Is someone in my house?"

Aw shit! What the hell are these guys doing in there? We're toast. Norman quickly picked up his robe and started putting it on. Improvise Jeremy… Improvise. I started doing the first thing that came to my mind. When Norman opened the door and stepped out, I called out to him. Norman stopped, turned around and stood frozen with a look of awe as he stared at my naked body. I don't know how I was able to strip all my clothes off so fast. I must've broken some kind of record.

Norman turned towards his house, and then turned his gaze back at me trying to decide which way to go. As I had suspected, his arousals won out over the possibility that he might have an intruder inside his own house. He came back inside and stared at my body for a moment as he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I need to keep him focused on me like Jordan said. "What I meant was that it's getting late. You showed me yours and now I'm showing you mine before it starts getting too late. And like the shirt says, you still have to scratch and sniff."

"Lucifer… Oooh Lucifer," he moaned almost gasping. "Fuck yeah," he said almost in a whisper biting his lower lip.

I went and sat down on a worn-out metal desk, opened up my legs and brought up my knees. I wanted him to forget about the noise he heard, and the sight of my provocative naked pose should do the trick.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked salaciously.

Norman just stood there staring at me open-mouthed with an intense look of desire. I looked up and noticed the wrist loops hanging from the ceiling in front of me. By now I was willing to do anything to maintain his focus on me, so I slipped my wrists through the loops. I got off the desk and let myself hang a little bit and moved my body in a sexual way. I almost started laughing at Norman's expression of lust. Then his expressions started changing into something dark. I didn't like that look. Not one bit.

Norman slowly walked over to the wall and pressed a button which caused some kind of gear to pull me up towards the ceiling. I was horrified as my feet were dangling above the ground. Shit! Jordan had warned me not to let myself get into a position where I could get trapped. Why didn't I listen to him? I'm screwed. I tried freeing my wrists out of the loops, but it was too hard.

"Norman, what are you doing? Listen, I'll do whatever you want. Just put me down okay."

Norman just looked at me with glazed eyes and a blank stare.

"Norman," I said with a nervous chuckle. "Come on man. Put me down."

He absently dropped his robe and walked up to me slowly leering at my body. "I… I'm sorry Lucifer. I really am. But I just can't help myself. Your body is… It's pure sexual perfection," he said in a monotone. He pressed his face against my stomach as he caressed my butt cheeks. "So smooth, so exquisite, so pure, so… Sexual. I want you," he said swallowing. "I need you. I have to have you," he said in a shaky voice.

He started rubbing his hands all over every inch of my body making soft gasping sounds with his eyes half-closed. He went around and started kissing my back right above my butt crack. He kept kissing as he went lower and lower planting a kiss over every curve of my butt. He reached under my legs to grab my balls and squeezed making me cry out. His whole character had changed. He seemed more sinister. It's as if another personality had taken over his mind. He was a completely new person.

He grabbed a bottle of baby oil and slowly started rubbing it all over my skin. He just kept walking around squirting oil all over my butt and my balls spreading it all over with his hands fondling me and reaching down between my legs. He stood in front of me and stared intently at my oiled body.

"Norman, please. My hands are starting to hurt," I pleaded.

"Oh Lucifer, Prince of Darkness, you are my fallen angel, my morning star, my liberator, my serpent," he moaned as he wrapped his fingers around my dick. He grabbed a metal bench and placed it so I could at least stand on my toes. Then he climbed on. He reached back and cupped my butt with both hands and pressed his body against mine. I could feel his huge dick pressing against my stomach as he started gyrating his hips.

His eyes went up to his head and I could only see the whites of his eyes as he started chanting in some kind of evil sounding ritual. I felt chills going up my spine. I was totally bugging out. I got so scared that I was about to scream for help. Then I started hearing the signal that me and the guys had agreed on letting me know that they were done.

"Lucien…! Lucien, where are you? Where'd you go?"

I just hung there wide-eyed frozen with terror. "My brother," I stammered softly. "That's my brother," I whispered feeling my body shaking.

"Lucien, where are you?" shouted Erik's voice sounding closer.

Norman blinked in surprise and looked around all confused as if he had just woken up. "Lucifer? What are you doing up there?" He dashed to the wall and pressed another button which brought me back down to the floor. "Lucifer, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me," he said as he helped me free my hands. I started rubbing my wrists trying to ease the pain. He was acting just like his old self again making me wonder if he had been possessed by an evil spirit or something. Why the hell did we have to come up with the name Lucifer of all things?

I ran to my clothes and frantically started getting dressed while Norman slipped into his robe again. I slipped on one shoe and burst through the door as I skipped on one foot desperately trying to get the other shoe on. I saw Erik standing at the side gate and I immediately ran towards him.

"Lets get the fuck outa here," I said slamming the gate open and running past him. I started feeling a sense of evil getting even stronger from this place which gave me an overwhelming sense of dread. I was terrified. I hope these guys got those damn files because I am never, ever, coming back to this hell hole again.

I ran over to Noah's house and kept ringing the doorbell. As soon as Noah opened the door, I grabbed him by the shirt. "Noah, promise me you'll stay away from Norman."

"Woah, what's going on?"

I explained to him what had happened. I hugged him tightly. "Noah, he's evil. Just promise me. Please! Don't even come near him okay?"

"Okay, okay. I promise," he said looking concerned.

(Back at the hotel)

"So he spaced out on you?" asked Jordan all surprised as we all walked into the room. I had explained to the guys everything that had happened on the way over here.

"Yeah. He looked like he had been possessed by some kind of demon. I thought he was getting ready to suck out my soul when he started chanting."

Jordan thought for a moment. "Yeah, sometimes when he had me tied up at his house, I kind of felt like he had different personalities or something. What did his chants sound like?"

"Dude, don't even ask me that. I'm gonna have nightmares for days," I said shuddering. "What took you guys so long?"

"We found his phone charging, but the screen was locked. I thought I knew him well enough to try to figure out the password but nothing I tried worked. So I decided to just open it up and remove the memory card. I was having trouble pulling it out but when I did, it just flew into the crevice between his bookcase and the wall. I tried reaching for it, but it was too narrow and the bookcase was heavy.

"Erik decided to lean the bookcase sideways so I could reach for it. That's when all the stuff crashed down to the floor. We thought for sure Norman had heard the noise and catch us red handed. It looks like you gave him something more interesting to focus on. Good job dude. We got the memory card."

"Thanks." I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment trying to clear my mind of those awful chants.

Erik opened up the laptop and turned it on. "Now let's hope the files are actually in here," he said as he inserted the memory card. "Jordan, do you remember the name of the file?"

"I don't know. It was a whole bunch of numbers."

"Let me check the recent downloads. It looks like… Hey, I found them! We hit the jackpot guys."

"We still have to figure out the password," I said.

"Erik, pull up the picture file. Michael put it in there for a reason and I think I know why."

"Okay, let's see… A car engine?" Erik asked all confused.

Jordan smiled and leaned in to take a closer look. "He's sending me a message within a message. Cool. Okay, zoom in to that part right there. You see those pixels that are off color? Pan down… Keep going. Look, there's some more. I know what this is. There's a hidden message within the picture. Your dad and I used to send each other messages like this using an app on our phones."

"Alright," Erik said handing Jordan the laptop. "See if you can find the app so you can download it."

Jordan got to work and it didn't take long for him to find the program and install it. When he dragged the photo into the program, it asked for a password.

"Another password?" I exclaimed. "Come on dad, you're killing us. How does he expect us to…"

"Hold on. I'm pretty sure I know what it is. There's a reason he used a car engine. He knew I'd get it right away. Your dad used to call me um, his little piston."

Erik bent down and started laughing out loud. "Hahaha! Little piston – that's classic bro."

"What? What's a piston?" I asked curiously.

"It's these cylinders right here," Jordan said pointing at the picture of the car engine. "They go up and down really fast."

"Huh? I don't get it."

Jordan leaned his hands on the floor and started moving his butt up and down rapidly.

"Aw Jordan… I get it now. Stop. No more mental pictures."

"You asked," he said laughing. Jordan grabbed the laptop and entered 'little piston' as the password. "Boom. We're in." A multi-page document appeared on the screen. "Michael, you're a genius," Jordan said softly. He started reading and then slowly closed the laptop. "Um guys? This is kind of personal. Would you mind if I…"

"Um yeah, sure," said Erik. "Come on Jeremy, let's go in the bathroom so we can start getting all that gunk off your face."

A few minutes later, Jordan called to us. "Alright guys. I've got the password to the zip file and I'm ready to play the video."

We all gathered around. The scene started out with Jordan and my dad having wild and passionate sex in his room. I quickly covered my eyes in embarrassment. Jordan started blushing and started fast forwarding it.

"Did you know he was filming this?" asked Erik.

"Of course I did. He wouldn't have done it without telling me."

Then the scene changed to my dad filming through a window. Jordan was tied up to Norman's bed while he held a camera in one hand and tried to jerk Jordan off with the other.

Norman got up and went into the other room to grab the other battery pack. The screen showed my dad walking over to the window of the room that Norman had walked into. He leaned his phone against the window and left it recording. That must've been when he went to climb through the other window to get to Jordan.

Norman was seen climbing up on a chair and opening up his air vent. He pulled out a small black pouch and pulled out a battery pack. Then he turned around as if he had heard a noise. He quickly switched out the batteries and hurried over to the side of his door. He pulled up his camcorder and started recording. That's when Norman must've secretly recorded my dad hugging a very naked Jordan after untying him. Then the screen showed a lot of shaking and then it turned off. When it was finished, we all looked at each other.

Jordan turned to me. "Jeremy, now you know why your dad couldn't take this to the police. He would've been incriminating himself. He wants us to cut out the part where me and him are having sex and show the other part to the authorities."

"Why couldn't he do that himself?"

"Because the police raided your house remember? They took your dad's computers, his cell phone and a bunch of other stuff. They slapped an ankle monitor on him with GPS and put him on house arrest. He couldn't even use the computers at the library. But before they took his cell phone away, he had already taken out the memory card and hid it away. Your dad also said Norman had threatened to kill me and my mom if he said anything."

"So what happens now," asked Erik. "Do we just take this to the cops and hope for the best?"

"Michael says it's absolutely critical that I get a lawyer."

"A lawyer? Do you have any idea how much that's gonna cost? Where are you gonna find that kind of money? I mean, maybe between me and the guys we can come up with at least part of it, but what about the rest?"

Jordan thought for a moment. "Not only that, but even if we find one, we're gonna have to be real careful. How do we decide what we can say and what we can't? If the lawyer finds out about me and Michael, we're back to square one."

I slipped my hands into my pockets and started walking around while the guys kept talking. This was starting to turn into something really complicated. What if one of us says something we're not supposed to? What if they start asking me all these complicated questions in a dark room under a hot lamp? I felt like we were on a tight rope so close to the edge. One slip of the foot and we all go tumbling down. What do we do?

I found myself absently flipping a card in my pocket with my fingers without even noticing. I took it out and inspected it. Wait a minute… Of course. Now I knew what I had to do. Despite my suspicions and my shyness, this was the only available option.

"Erik, you know that video you took of my tattoo? Post it on the internet."

I walked over to the phone and dialed the number on the card.

"Hello Arty? Um, it's me – Jeremy."

"Jeremy, yes – from the hotel. What can I do for you?"

"You said that if we ever needed anything that we could call you. Well, we need your help. I'm ready to do whatever you want. I'll do the live cams with Jordan or by myself, I'll strip for you, I'll pose for you, I'll spend the night with you at your hotel and be your sex toy. I'll even let you fuck me all you want. Just please, can you help us?"

I looked behind my shoulder. Erik and Jordan just stared at me incredulously with their mouths open in disbelief. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

There was a momentary pause. "I'll be right over," Arty said softly and hung up.

Chapter 15
Pro-Bono

(Tuesday evening, Jordan's hotel room)

Me, Erik and Jordan stood by as Arty finished watching the entire video while sitting at the desk. While he was watching the part where Norman was doing painful things to Jordan while he was tied up, I noticed his eyes getting watery. Arty slowly closed the laptop and tried to compose himself. He turned to Jordan.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that Jordan. How long was he …?"

"Maybe three or four months."

"Did you tell anyone? Your mom?"

"I tried, but she wouldn't believe me. She said I was just making it up to get rid of him. Then Norman threated to hurt us if I told anyone else."

"That bastard. That's no way to treat such a sweet boy like you or any other boy. He needs to be chopped up into pieces and fed to the dogs." He started wiping his eyes. "Ahem, well you know what? I'm gonna help you guys out. Jeremy, you are very lucky you called me first."

"How come?" I asked.

"Your dad wanted Jordan to edit the video and cut out the part where he's with Jordan and present to the authorities the part where he's tied up at Norman's house right?

"Yeah, so?"

"If we take this evidence to court, the prosecutor who put your dad in prison will demand a forensic analysis of this video. By using just any ordinary video editing software, a forensic analysis would've detected that the video was cut into sections. He'll want to know what happened to the rest of the video and start asking questions. I know an expert who can edit this video without leaving any traces."

"How much is all this gonna cost?" asked Erik suspiciously. "And what exactly are you gonna be asking these guys to do with you in return?"

Before we even introduced Erik to Arty, Erik was having the same kind of suspicions about Arty that I was having. Ever since we told him about Arty yesterday, he's been telling us to be really careful.

"Erik, that's alright," I said. "I made a promise to him and I'm gonna keep it." I turned to Arty. "The only thing is, well … if I go with you now to your hotel, my uncle's gonna freak out when I don't come home. Can't we do something else? I mean, I really don't have that much money, but we could go into the bathroom and we could … you know? Please Arty, we can work something out. Just let me try." I said with pleading eyes.

Arty went to sit on the bed and signaled for me to sick down next to him. After sitting down, I stared at Arty as he wiped his face again. He had actually been moved to tears while watching Norman doing all those painful things to Jordan. Maybe I was wrong about him. Maybe he really is a true boylover like he said.

"Jeremy, you've got this all wrong. I'm not gonna make any demands from any of you. If you guys decide to do something for me, it'll be totally voluntary. I'm no lawyer, but based on what I've seen, you have a really strong case. Watching this fucker being hauled off to prison will be payment enough for me. I appreciate the fact that you're reluctantly offering yourself so willingly. But I can tell that you would feel very uncomfortable in a strange room with a strange man trying to pretend that you're enjoying yourself. I wouldn't enjoy that any more than you would. That's not what I'm about. I'm not gonna put you boys in a spot where you're gonna feel so uncomfortable that you might get traumatized by it. I'd be a total hypocrite if I did that. I would never do something like that to such beautiful boys."

"Well, even so – you've done so much to help Jordan out and now you're gonna go out of your way to help me and my dad. Like I said on the phone, I'll do the live cams with Jordan, I'll do a photo shoots, I'll do videos – whatever you want."

Jordan went to sit down on the other side of Arty. He placed his hand on Arty's lap and gave him a gentle squeeze. "Jeremy and I could do something special for you. Just the three of us like we did inside the office of that store the other day. We weren't traumatized."

"Hooo boys. You don't know just how tempting your offer sounds right now. Maybe I can stop by this weekend to pay you boys a visit before I leave town. I've got a bag of sex toys we could try on each other that'll really … well, we can talk about that later," he said getting up.

"Listen, I'm gonna need the memory card to get it properly edited."

"Not so fast," said Erik stepping forward. "This is too important. The memory card stays with us."

Arty was about to object and thought for a moment. "Okay um … what if I bring the expert here during the week? He'll make a copy of the video and edit the original."

"Guys?" Erik prompted looking at us. Jordan and I nodded our heads. Erik walked over to Arty. "Arty, don't take this the wrong way. I just want to be really cautious. There's a lot at stake here. But little by little, you're beginning to earn more of my trust. You get this done and you and I can do something together before you leave. You can show me what you've got in that bag of toys of yours. I'm sure you'll be able to rise to the occasion."

Arty looked at Erik's body with a higher level of arousal. He was about to say something when we heard some light knocking on the door. Shit, what's going on? Who in the world could that be? Has Arty betrayed us?

"Well Erik, be careful what you ask for," Arty said with a horny smile. "It might be a tight squeeze, but I'll get'r done," he said as he went to open the door. "Boys, I want you to meet Sidney, your new attorney. I took the liberty of calling him over after Jeremy told me what was going on."

Jordan had a look of surprise as Sidney, who also looked surprised, walked up to him. "Oh – my – God. Arty, you son of a bitch. Why didn't you tell me I'd be standing in front of the famous Midnight Stroker."

"I've seen you. You were there in the barn," said Jordan with a look of recognition. "You're the one who managed to get your hands around my boner more times than anyone else. I remember you kept chasing after me."

"Honey, with a package like that, you were hard to miss." He walked around looking at the rest of us. "You're the one who introduced him," he said looking at me. "And you're one of the other dancers," he said walking up to Erik. "Arty, now that I'm seeing them with the lights on, they are super gorgeous. Oh, you've gotta arrange to get these boys on stage again and I know just the place. I'll even help you arrange it. If you can get me into their next gig, I'll take their case pro-bono baby," he said batting his eyelashes.

Sidney looked pretty handsome with lightly blonde hair pulled tight into a short pony tail. He was wearing a stylish business suit holding a thin black brief case. He acted kind of girlish but seemed really bubbly. He seemed like the kind of person who would be the life of a party. I liked him. But what's this about making arrangements for …

"You're an attorney?" asked Erik. "Don't mean to be rude, but you look kind of young."

"Aw, you're sweet hon. Thank you. He's so sexy," he gushed at Arty.

Arty started chuckling. "Don't let that fool you. He's actually very good. He uses his apparent inexperience to his advantage. Prosecutors who don't know him usually make the mistake of underestimating his abilities and don't take him too seriously until he slams dunks his cases right in front of their eyes."

"Alright, you boys gather round and tell uncle Sid everything." He took off his coat and sat down on the carpet cross legged. He invited everyone to sit down in a circle as if were all gonna tell ghost stories or something. "Who wants to start?"

I looked at Arty. "But if he's a lawyer, how could he have gone to that gig? Isn't that … I mean, wouldn't he be breaking the law?"

"Who says a lawyer can't be a boylover too? This means you boys don't have to worry about what you can and can't say. You can tell him everything. Don't hold anything back. Every single detail could have something important."

We spent a little over an hour taking turns explaining everything we knew to Sidney while he furiously filled a whole legal pad with notes. He watched the video a couple of times and took even more notes. It seemed like Sidney was asking all the right questions in just the right order like an orchestra conductor directing his players. He had a really cool way of jogging our memories to get as much information as he could. He took everything we told him and tried to look at everything from different angles. I was really impressed by the way he was able to analyze everything like if it was a 3-D puzzle just like … just like me.

Sidney finally put his pen down and took a deep breath. "Jeremy, I can get your dad out of prison. Based on this evidence, I see absolutely no reason why the judge would not vacate your dad's sentence immediately. Jordan, I'm gonna do everything I can to get Norman arrested so he can take Michael's place where he belongs. I'm gonna get to work on this right away."

Sidney got on his feet and put his coat back on. "Arty, let me know when your guy gets done with the video editing."

"Thank you so much Sid. Hey, wait for me down at the bar and I'll buy you a drink."

"Thank you hon but I gotta run baby. I gotta review our contract proposal for you-know-who for this Saturday's get together. You're not gonna believe this, but I heard this guy's a genuine chicken hawk. Too bad you can't bring …" Sidney froze and slowly turned around to stare at us. "Um … Arty, can I talk to you in the hallway?"

"Sure. Hold on guys, I'll be right back," Arty said and he and Sidney stepped out the door.

We all started hugging each other and slapping each other's backs in excitement at the incredibly good news. I couldn't believe this was happening. Maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up too high. Maybe this was just too good to be true. It's too soon to start celebrating, isn't it?

"Guys, I really think Sidney can help us. If he sends Norman to prison, that means … that means I can go home," Jordan said sounding really hopeful.

"The guy sounds pretty legit," added Erik. "It looks like I was wrong about him."

Jordan held me by the shoulders. "Jeremy, this means both of us will be able to go home. Isn't that great?"

"I really hope so Jordan," I said with just a pinch of skepticism.

"Well," Erik said bringing us back together. "Now that we got that out of the way, let's talk about Friday's homecoming game. I got a chance to talk to the guys in the team at school this morning and we've come up with a plan on how we're gonna get Conner back. We still need to work out some of the details, but we're gonna get that fucker. We're gonna get him good."

"Wait a minute – are you saying we're gonna get him during the game?" I asked in surprise.

"Exactly," Erik said rubbing his hands with a revengeful smile. "I was thinking that maybe during …"

Arty walked back inside and closed the door. "Gentlemen, I have a proposition for you. You told me earlier that you would do something special for me. Does the offer still stand?"

"Um, yeah. Wh… why do you ask?" I asked a little nervously.

"I need to ask you guys for a huge favor. But before I do that, I need to let you in on a little secret of mine. Erik, I'm pretty sure you're aware of one of your friend's anonymous contacts through a certain blog on the dark web."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Erik, I'm the one who's been paying you guys for all those photo and video shoots you've been sending me. I'm the secret contact from the blog."

"Oh my God are you serious?" Erik asked with his hand on his forehead. "Wait'll the guys hear about this."

"No! You can't tell them. This has to stay between us, at least for the time being. The less people know about this, the less exposure there'll be for all of us. Please promise me you won't say a word."

"Guys, what do you think?" asked Erik.

"I don't have any problem with that," said Jordan.

"I won't say a word," I added.

"Alright, we'll do it your way. So, what's this proposition of yours? What does this have to do with anything?"

"One of my associates is hosting a dinner party at his home this Saturday. The guest of honor will be a potential client with a humongous lucrative contract. As representative of the company I work for, I will be there bidding for that contract. Now, there will be two other representatives from different companies who will also be bidding for this contract. According to what Sid just told me, this guest of honor has the same um, shall we say, inclinations towards boys that I do. So, if I can get you boys plus your other friends to be part of the after-dinner entertainment, I'll have a good chance of landing that contract."

"Whoa, hold on there pal," cautioned Erik. "You can't be serious. This sounds way too risky. You can't tell me everyone in there will be boylovers like you."

"Well, of course not. After the dinner and some drinks, our host will bring the party to an end. After everyone has left, some pre-selected guests who are known to be similarly inclined as I am will arrive and join our guest of honor for our bonus entertainment special. That's where you boys will come in if you agree to do this. But, like I said, I'm not making any demands here. It's still up to you guys. What do you say?"

We all looked at each other and stayed quiet.

"Oh, by the way, did I mention that each of the arriving guests will be paying an entrance fee that'll go straight to the secure bank account set up by your friend?"

We all started showing a little more interest.

"But wait," Arty said trying to sound like a commercial. "If you act within the next sixty seconds, I will match the entrance fee which means you'll get double what everyone was paying at your friend's barn. Oh, but there's more. If you guys can help me get that contract, I will pay you quadruple the amount of the entrance fee."

"You strike a hard bargain. I'm in," said Erik with a wide smile.

"Count me in too," said Jordan.

Arty walked up to me. "Jeremy, what do you say? I hear this guy's into young boys, but his sweet spot is even younger boys, as in pre-teens like you. It won't be traumatizing, but it might be a little out of your comfort zone."

"You mean you want me to get naked and dance in front of a bunch of men?" I asked with a pained expression.

"Only if you want to," he said gently. "You don't have to give me an answer yet. Just think about it okay?"

"Wait a minute. Shit, we have a problem," said Erik. "This Saturday's our homecoming dance and the coach said we all had to be there to represent the team. We won't be able to make it," Erik said sounding apologetic.

"Well, how long is this dance going to last?" asked Arty.

"I don't know. I guess we can try to leave early. How long is your get together going to last?"

"I'm assuming well over midnight. But this might put a wrench into this whole operation."

"Then it'll be up to us," said Jordan. "Jeremy, come on, dude. We'll do it together, you and me. I know you're all weirded out about it, but all you have to do is follow my lead okay? Trust me, I won't let anything bad happen to you. Let's do this for Arty. Let's do this for your dad."

I took a deep calming breath and nodded my head. "Alright Jordan. The only reason I'm doing this is because I trust you with my life."

Erik stood in front of Arty and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Listen, I'm beginning to think I was wrong about you Arty. You really do care and I'm sorry I doubted you. Thank you for all you've done," he said shaking his hand.

"You're welcome. Hey, you all have a wonderful evening." Arty opened the door to leave. "And by the way, I think you look smoking hot as an emo Jeremy. Just saying. Looking forward to seeing you guys later," he said with a smile as he walked away.

(Friday night, High School Football Stadium)

The Hornets were ahead by ten points when the halftime buzzer went off. I was starting to feel a little exhausted running around in my Hornet costume trying to keep up with the enthusiastic and overly-excited cheerleaders.

I removed my head cover and went to get a drink from the drink cooler. Kevin ran up to me in his football gear and also poured himself a drink. "Jeremy, he's here. He's sitting up on the seats next to the tunnel. It's time," he said softly without looking at me. "Don't worry, we won't let anything happen to you okay?"

I nodded my head as Kevin quickly unzipped me from the back and ran off. I took a deep breath as I turned towards all the people in the stadium. My God, the place was totally packed. I saw some football players running towards the end of the stadium. I took a few more minutes to fill my cup again with Gatorade and gulped it down. Time to get this show on the road. I put my head cover back on and walked towards the tunnel. As I was passing by, I could see Conner and another student standing against the rail staring down at me. I pretended not to notice him.

I walked over to the locker room and stepped inside. It was empty and eerily quiet. As I was getting myself out of the costume, I froze when I heard the door opening. Just what I was expecting. I finished taking the costume off and turned around to face Conner in my shorts and T-shirt. He wasn't alone. I pretended to be startled, which wasn't too far from the truth.

"Wait here," Conner said to his friend as he locked the door from the inside. He glided smoothly towards me like some bird of prey getting ready to sink his talons into me. He stood with his head arched over mine and got into my face trying to intimidate me. He seemed a bit put off that I didn't react the way he was expecting me to. I just stared up at him with a blank stare.

"You know, when I decided to roast your friend Jordan, I forgot to bring something really important. I forgot to bring the honey glaze," he said with a snort. "Yeah, I also forgot to bring some marshmallows. A campfire in the woods just isn't the same without some marshmallows, right?" he said with a chuckle.

I closed my eyes as I forced myself not to scream out loud. How dare him making fun of the fact that he almost burned Jordan alive. That's attempted murder. He could go to prison. Maybe that's what we should do – report him to the cops and have him arrested. It must've been the expression on my face that made him decide to take a couple of steps back.

"I heard he made it out alive, maybe got a few hairs singed off, maybe a little off the eyebrows. What a shame. I usually prefer my meat medium rare with just a little bit of blood in the middle, know what I mean?"

Keep it together Jeremy. Keep – it – together. He's just trying to provoke me. Don't give him the satisfaction and just stick to the plan.

He walked around not taking his eyes off me. "I underestimated you Jeremy. But that's not ever gonna happen again. You're not getting rid of me that easy. Now that you know what I'm capable of, you're gonna think twice before crossing me again. When you're going to school, when you're walking down the hall, when you go to take a piss, when you're going home afterschool … even when you're playing in your fucking back yard, you're always gonna be looking over your shoulder not knowing when I'm gonna strike again. And I promise you I will strike again."

I stood there looking at him and did my best to seem aloof, disinterested, even board. I even pretended to stifle a yawn and crossed my arms in defiance. But I was still pretty scared. I willed my body not to start shaking as I continued staring at him blankly. As expected, that started getting him pissed off.

"Hey, don't you fucken stand there trying to pretend that you ain't scared shitless of me. Look around Jeremy. We have you locked in here. I have the advantage. I still gotta get you back for what you did to me. All the players are staying out on the field, so none of your fucking friends are gonna come rescue you at the last minute this time. You're gonna stand there and tell me you ain't scared?"

He pulled out a firecracker out of his pocket along with a lighter and held them up. "What do you have to say now huh? How does it feel knowing you're trapped like an animal and that I have complete control over you right now? Go on, tell me you ain't scared. Come on, I dare you. Tell me you ain't fucking scared!" he screamed.

"I ain't fucking scared!" I yelled so forcefully that he stepped back "You know what Conner, maybe you're right. Maybe I am a little scared. But it looks to me like you're scared too. That's why you brought your friend over there to help you cause you're too chickenshit to do it all by yourself, aren't you? What's the matter? Are you afraid I'm gonna pulverize your nose again? Afraid I'm gonna knock out your two front teeth and make you look like a baby?" I challenged.

His face contorted into a fit of anger. He turned around to his friend. "Hey, come over here and help me hold him down. Enough of this shit. After I pop this in his ass, he won't be able to sit down for a month. We'll see just how much he's not scared of me."

Conner gasped as he turned around in surprise when we heard someone clapping from around the corner. Erik stepped out still wearing his gear and kept clapping. "Wow. That was quite a performance Conner. You even almost had me scared. Almost, that is. But you see, you are totally wrong about one thing. You're not the one who's managed to lock Jeremy in here. He's the one who's gotten you locked in here. He lured you in here and you fell for it just like the coward stupid little bully you are. And now you're gonna pay for everything you've done."

Conner stood up angrily and pulled out a switch blade from his pocket. He popped it open with a satisfied grin. "Well, there's two of us and …" Conner looked at me in disgust. "and only one of you." Conner signaled to his friend to get ready to fight. "Let's dance and see what happens."

Then Conner's face fell when he saw Jordan stepping out in his regular clothes. He walked slowly and silently over to Conner and stared him down with a murderous look. Conner tried to regain his confidence and warned Jordan away with the knife. We didn't even see it coming when Jordan punched him in the face so fast it looked like a cobra strike. "That's for burning down my trailer," he said in a venomous tone. As Conner staggered in pain, Jordan made a single first with both hands and pounded him to the ground. "That's for almost burning me alive." Jordan went over and kicked him on the side. "And that's for all the times you've …"

Erik had to go over and pull Jordan back. "You fucking son of a bitch – I should've smashed your head with the pipe in that warehouse when I had the chance!" Jordan yelled.

"Hey, easy there. He's gonna get what's coming to him," Erik said reassuringly.

"Honey glaze my ass," Jordan spat.

We started hearing some more clapping from around the corner. One by one, more of the football players started stepping out as they clapped in unison making it sound more intimidating. What Conner hadn't realized was that several of the football players had gone around the stadium and had sneaked into the locker room from the back. They had hidden themselves inside the Coach's office and had been in there all this time listening in. Most of the other football players had purposely stayed out on the field to make Conner believe that the locker room would be empty when he saw me stepping in here.

Conner's friend suddenly looked pretty nervous as he hurriedly unlocked the door and ran out. That's when the rest of the football players poured in from the outside and headed straight for Conner. Pretty soon his fingernails were scraping on the floor as he was dragged away to the other side of the locker room.

"Wait, wait! What the fuck are you doing? Hey, get your fucking hands off me you perv. You can't do that. Hey, what the hell …!"

"Shut the fuck up!" yelled Jordan as he grabbed on to one of his legs.

Kevin came up to me and put his hands on my shoulders. "You all right cuz?" I nodded with a grateful smile. "Boy, you sure know how to pick'em. Hey, I'm sorry I haven't been there for you lately. But that's gonna change. From now on, if anyone wants to get to you, they're gonna have to go through me." He placed some kind of device in my hand. "Now hold on to this and get ready cause the sparks are about to fly," he said with a wide grin.

Chapter 16
Payback

(Football Stadium, beginning of 3^rd Quarter)

About ten minutes later I stood with the whole team gathered inside the tunnel waiting to run out into the field. At the front there was a motorized utility cart with a rolled-up blanket on the dump bed. The third quarter was about to begin. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the device Kevin had given me. For a moment, I started feeling a little guilty about using it.

The utility cart started rolling out driven by a large football player and we all followed along cheering with excitement. While the cart headed over to the middle of the field, the football players started forming a line at the edge of the field in front of the stadium. The Hornets had asked the players from the opposing team for their help in extending the line and they had agreed. Erik signaled for me to stand in the line next to him.

The crowd in the audience started murmuring wondering what in the world was going on. The cart had been driven to the 50-yard line and stopped. The football player untied the rope, pulled out the rolled-up blanket and dumped it on the ground. Then he grabbed the end of the blanket and unrolled whatever was inside. The audience gasped in astonishment.

Conner was sprawled on the ground completely naked with a pink blow-up doll with her arms and legs duck taped around his body. Conner got on his feet and looked around wide-eyed as people in the audience started laughing. He tried removing the blow-up doll off of himself, but the guys had super-glued his dick insider the doll's vagina.

By now, most of the audience had taken out their cell phones and were recording the whole thing. Conner started running towards the tunnel, but he was pushed back by the blockade. The guy driving the utility cart drove around and started chasing Conner around the field.

"Come on bro. What are you waiting for? Hit the button," Erik insisted pointing to the device in my hand. Not only had the guys super-glued the doll to Conner's dick, they had also attached a shock collar to his neck. The collar was meant for dogs and was supposed to be used for training purposes. I pressed the button on the remote and immediately saw Conner stiffen and fall to the ground from the jolt of electricity going through his neck. He tried ripping the collar off, but it was also super-glued.

Conner side-stepped the utility cart and managed to get away but was immediately blocked by the football players and by another jolt I had sent to his collar. He tried running into different directions, but he was blocked at every turn. He then turned completely around and ran off towards the darkest portion of the perimeter fence separating the football field from the baseball fields.

All the players started running towards Conner and were immediately stopped by our coach holding his hands up. Erik and Kevin went up to talk to him. I decided to get closer.

"Coach come on. You've seen all the complaints from all the parents and no one ever does anything. He always gets away with just a slap on the wrist. You said it yourself. This is the only way he's gonna learn. We've gotta fight fire with fire. Please!"

The Coach took a deep breath. "You realize that we may end up forfeiting the game because of this."

"We don't care. This is more important. This is about protecting our friends from this idiot." A lot of the football players started shouting out in agreement.

The Coach started shaking his head. "I know I'm gonna regret this. Alright, but I'm trusting you to temper yourselves. I don't want you guys taking this too far, got it?"

"Thank you Coach. We won't, I promise."

By now, the crowds were coming down from the stadium and onto the field trying to get closer to the fence to see what was going on. Me and all the players started following along. As I squeezed myself through the crowd, I emerged at the perimeter fence where Conner had gotten stuck on the other side. He clung to the side of the fence hanging from the punctured blow-up doll stuck on the barbed wire above. It looks like he had gotten stuck trying to climb over.

Someone from the crowd took out his phone and turned on the flashlight feature. More people started taking out their phones and doing the same. Pretty soon, the whole area where Conner had gotten stuck was fairly lit. Erik nudged me and indicated for me to step forward to say something. Everyone quieted down as I walked over to Conner. He drilled his eyes into me seething with raw hatred as he tried to catch his breath. I turned around to the crowd and everyone was giving me signs of encouragement.

After gathering my thoughts for a moment, I walked up to him feeling a little more confident. "You know what Conner? Now I know where bullies like you get your powers from. You get it out of fear, don't you? You do everything you can to scare the shit out of kids like me that are smaller and weaker than you and you feed off that fear. But that's not enough for you is it? Not only do you want us to be scared of you, you want us to stay scared of you for as long as possible. And the more scared we are, the more powerful you get."

Conner sneered at me. "Don't think for a second that you've won Jeremy. You may have gotten me this time, but …"

I pressed on the remote to his shock collar and jolted him into silence. I walked closer to the fence and stared up at him. "Shut up Conner or I'll shock you again."

"Fucking Jeremy. I swear if you don't get me down this second …!"

I zapped him again even longer.

His face started turning into a pressure cooker that was about to explode. "Aaaaaaaaaaahh!" Conner started flailing and screaming in desperation and uncontrolled fury trying to free himself until he was spent.

"I can do this all night, Conner. You better just shut your mouth and keep it shut. You know, they try to teach us in school about how to deal with bullies like you. They say to just walk away, or to look them in the eye and say stop. They tell us to be assertive, stay calm, ignore them, try to reason with them. Go tell a teacher or a parent," I said mockingly. "They always tell us what to do before the bullying and what to do after the bullying. But they never tell us what to do while we're being bullied. Why is that?

"At what point are we supposed to start fighting back? How come they never tell us that? How am I supposed to walk away with your damn boot pressing down on my neck? How am I supposed to say stop when you've just knocked the wind out of me after punching me in the gut? Am I supposed to stay calm and ignore you like a good little boy until you're done raping me to go tell a teacher?"

I could feel a tear coming down, but I pressed on. "And how am I supposed to reason with a psycho like you? Someone who doesn't care about anyone or anything. Someone evil enough that you'd stop at nothing to get back at me by almost killing one of my friends." I almost broke down from that terrible memory, but I kept it together.

"So what are my choices Conner? If I fight back, I get punished for defending myself and we both get suspended. If I don't fight back, you beat the shit out of me and both of us still get suspended. But you wouldn't care, would you? Big deal. That's what you want isn't it? Next time you want some vacation time, just go pick on little old Jeremy. I'm an easy target. I'll just do what the school wants and cower silently while you beat the crap out of me. There's no reason why you should even stop picking on me is there?

"Well it stops now, and you know why? Because I'm not scared of you anymore and I choose to fight back!" I said out loud wiping my tear. "If I'm gonna get suspended, then I'm gonna give them a damn good reason to suspend me. What do I have to lose? You may be stronger than me and you might be able to beat the shit out of me, but I was still able to break your nose. I'm not gonna be making it so easy for you anymore. I've had it." I went and kicked the fence making Conner bounce against it. "You push me and I'm pushing back." I kicked the fence again. "You wanna pick a fight with me – then I'm fighting back."

Conner kept breathing hard with a defiant stare. He stared at me with such hatred that I started getting nervous. Conner had made an art out of scaring people just by the look of his hawkish glare and threatening body language. Even though he was naked, he still seemed threatening. A cornered animal can be very dangerous. But this was the point of no return. This was bigger than just me and Jordan. We had to send a strong message that we're not gonna be pushovers anymore.

After a brief hesitation, I built up the courage to climb the fence to face him. "How does it feel Conner? How does it feel to be on the other end, to feel helpless while someone else has power over you? How does it feel being trapped like an animal? Looks like you underestimated me again. I will no longer be your victim." I turned to the crowd. "They will no longer be your victims."

A boy from the crowd pushed through and walked up to the fence. It took me a couple of seconds to realize who he was. It was Andrew, the one who helped Conner drag me into that warehouse. He looked up at Conner in disgust. "Look at you Conner. You're nothing but a pathetic loser," he said giving him the finger. "I can't believe I was stupid enough to hang out with you." Andrew walked up to me looking very apologetic. "Hey man, I'm … I'm sorry about what I did to you. Conner's a real asshole and I never should've listened to him."

Leila stepped up and also looked up at Conner. "I'm not afraid of you Conner," she said confidently. "You can go fuck yourself."

More students that had been tormented by Conner started stepping forward with murmurs of "You're nothing Conner … I ain't scared of you … fuck off Conner." It slowly started turning into a chant by everyone. "… we're not afraid … we're not afraid … we're not afraid …"

"You hear that Conner? Party's over. We're not afraid anymore and we're fighting back. We've just taken your powers away," I said as I jumped down.

Several of the football players came forward and placed their hands over the shoulders of the students who had been bullied. Erik came and stood next to me. "Not so powerful now, are you Conner? Where's that sadistic smile of yours? Where's that pathetic smirk? You see all these people standing together? It means you ain't worth shit anymore.

"Get it through that thick skull of yours that if you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. Next time you decide to kick the Hornet's nest, you're gonna get swarmed and you're gonna get stung. We're keeping an eye on you Conner. From now on, it's gonna be you who'll be looking over your shoulder. If the school won't reign you in, then we will."

Everyone started cheering and clapping their hands. "Yeah … yeah … fuck yeah!"

Jordan stepped up and put something in my hand. It was the switch blade that Conner had dropped when he was dragged away in the locker room. I looked up at Jordan and gave it back to him. I nodded my head for him to do what he was asking me to do.

Jordan stepped up to the fence and climbed up enough to meet Conner eye to eye. He pulled out the switch blade and popped it open in front of his face. Conner stared back nervously. "As much as I'm tempted to stab you in the neck with this for what you did to me, I've been told that maybe I shouldn't kill you just yet. I just want you to remember a couple of things. I'm the one who's gonna cut you loose," he said as he sliced through the deflated blow-up doll causing Conner to fall to the ground hard on the other side. I stepped up and handed Jordan a plastic bag. Jordan looked down at Conner with a smile. "And now, I'm gonna be the one who's gonna make – you – run."

Jordan reached into the bag and pulled out a lighter and a bottle rocket. Erik was going around handing out more bottle rockets to the crowd. Conner gasped when he realized what was about to happen.

"I hear you like to play with firecrackers. Is that right Conner?" asked Jordan with a grin.

"Fuck you Jordan. I'm not running and you can't make me," Conner hissed.

Jordan reached his hand back as I slapped the remote into his palm. "Well, we'll just see about that," Jordan said as he activated the shock collar. After a short spasm, Conner got up and immediately started running. Jordan lighted the fuse of the first rocket and watched with relish as it shot straight for him. Erik and I were holding up kitchen lighters so that people in the crowd could come up to light their fuses. More rockets started flying into the air. Everyone started clapping and whistling as we all watched with delight as Conner zig-zagged his way through the field under the sounds of whooshing and popping over his head.

"Run … Run … Run … Run!" everyone shouted. Everyone raised their phones in the air trying to catch a shot of Conner's naked butt as he ran away. After a short pause, everyone erupted in loud cheers. People from the crowd came over to congratulate me and pat me on the back.

Leila stepped out of the crowd unexpectedly and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Wow Jeremy. That was so fucking hot the way you told Conner off like that. I was really impressed." She cupped her hands on my cheeks and gave me a wet passionate kiss making my eyes widen in surprise. She pressed a piece of paper on my palm. "Call me," she said in a throaty voice as she walked away.

Jordan walked up to me with a big grin. "Wow. I'm jealous. Are you gonna let that girl have you all to herself tonight?"

"Maybe. Are you gonna wanna join us if she does?" I asked with a crooked smile.

We looked at Leila walking away, then we looked at each other. "Bleagh!" We started walking away as I let the piece of paper flutter gently to the ground.

We could hear the PA system clicking on. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please. Due to reports of serious violations of the district code of conduct by the Hornet's football players, district officials have declared that the Hornets will forfeit their homecoming game to the opposing team. We apologize for the premature ending of this evening's event. This game is now concluded, and we thank you for your attendance."

Everyone started booing with shouts of protest. The Hornets started shaking hands with the opposing team and were receiving a lot of words of encouragement. They were happy to be part of our efforts to teach this bully a lesson. Although a lot of the players showed regret for having to forfeit the game, they still felt really satisfied with the way things had turned out.

(Football locker room)

A few minutes later, I followed the team into the locker room to put away my Hornet costume. I just stared from the corner of my eye at all the boys stripping themselves to head into the showers. After storing the costume, I grabbed my duffel bag so I could change into my regular clothes.

Then there was a strange momentary pause in the level of noise in the showers. It's as if someone had turned the volume down for a few seconds. Then I started hearing a soft chanting.

"Jere-my … Jere-my … Jere-my … Jere-my … Jere-my …"

I turned around slowly and started smiling with a slight blush at their unexpected shout-out. Angelo stepped out wet and naked and wrapped his arms around me from behind. My eyes widened as he picked me up and dragged me into the showers with the rest of the boys.

"Hey, wait! What are you doing?" I said laughing.

"You're one of us now Jeremy," said some of the boys. "Let's get him!"

Everyone bent down and started stripping off my wet clothes until I was completely naked. They started shouting and whooping out loud as they took turns flinging shampoo onto my hair and lathering me up. While some boys were lathering my hair, others were lathering my body. Even though they were not deliberately going for my privates, some of their hands came pretty damn close with a little more rubbing of my butt. I could feel my dick getting a little excited, but I didn't care anymore. Like Erik had said, everyone gets a boner in the showers once in a while.

I couldn't believe I was taking a shower with all these naked boys. I was like, surrounded by nakedness. After I had been rinsed off, I opened my eyes and saw Carlos staring down at my boner. "Hey Jeremy, I think you got your costume on backwards. The stinger's supposed to go on the back, not the front!" he yelled out loud causing everyone to burst out laughing.

"Oh yeah?" I said with a big smile. "Well you better be careful Carlos cause one sting out of this stinger and you'll find yourself with a stiffy upper lip."

"Ooooh, burned!" yelled some of the others.

Carlos just laughed and gave me a playful punch on the cheek. "So now you're a badass, huh little dude?"

"Hey, don't call me little," I said looking down at my dick. "Right now, it looks a lot bigger than yours," I said staring down at his short pubes.

"Ooooh, burned again!"

(Twenty minutes later on the way home)

Erik, Kevin and Angelo were walking up ahead of us talking about the events of the day. Jordan gave me a gentle nudge on the side.

"You're awfully quiet. What's wrong?"

I shrugged my shoulder. "I don't know," I said dejected. "I feel like if Conner turned me into something I didn't want to become. I mean, before I met him, I would never ever have dreamed of doing to anyone what I did to him today with that shock collar. Now I feel guilty about it. You think we did the right thing?"

"Are you kidding me? Of course we did the right thing. I'd do it over and over again if I could."

I put my head down feeling disappointed. Jordan put his arm around my shoulder. "Let me ask you something. When you hammered your head into Conner's nose, do you think you did the right thing?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well how is that different than what we did today?"

"But when I broke his nose, I was just trying to get away from him."

"You're right. But now we've done something even better. Now we don't have to worry about getting away from him anymore. This is about making sure he stays away from you and all other potential victims at your school. It's a necessary evil Jeremy, but it's something that had to be done. It's for the greater good. I never thought I'd have to trade my body for stuff either. We just have to adapt to what happening around us. That's how we grow. That's how we survive."

"I guess you're right. I have to admit it felt really good telling him off like that and watching him get all humiliated."

"Exactly. I bet you all those video recordings of him with the blow-up doll are going viral as we speak."

"He's gonna be so shocked," I snickered at Jordan.

"Too late!" we shouted in laughter.

"Besides, he was growing way too attached to that doll," I added.

Jordan started chuckling. "Hey, I'm proud of you man. It took a lot of courage to do what you've done these past few days to stand up to that psycho. It was important to let Conner see that you've got some balls. And I can definitely testify to that," he said messing with my hair.

The guys up ahead slowed down so we could catch up to them. Angelo was studying his cell phone with interest.

"Guys, you're not gonna believe this. I just got a message from my anonymous blog contact. He wants us to start planning for another gig."

"Cool. How bout next Friday?" asked Kevin.

"Dude, he wants us to do it tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night?! But … we have to send out notices and arrange for transportation to your barn and notify the security guys and … there's no way we're gonna have enough time. Besides, coach said we have to go to the Homecoming Dance. You're gonna have to tell him no."

"I did but get this – he's arranged for us to do it at a private home outside city limits and he has invited his own group of people who will pay double of what we were charging the last time. He'll have his own security there and said it'll be a lot more secure than my barn."

"How would he know about the security of your barn?" Kevin asked suspiciously.

"I don't know," said Angelo scratching his head. "I'm still trying to figure that one out. But here's the weirdest part," he said walking up to Jordan. "Dude, he has specifically asked for The Midnight Stroker. Now the only way I figure he would know about The Midnight Stroker, and about the security in my barn is if he was actually there during our last gig. That means my contact is a local, which means he knows who we are, which means we might have a problem."

Jordan and I gave each other a side glance. Then we looked at Erik. I think we all came to the realization that Arty had sent out this proposal in hopes of convincing them to ditch the Homecoming Dance and take the deal. Erik discreetly shook his head for us not to say anything.

"Why would that be a problem?" asked Kevin.

"Because now he knows who we are, but we don't know who he is. He could make demands and blackmail us. If we don't do what he says, he could turn us into the cops anytime he wants without any risk to himself. I'm gonna tell him the deal's off."

"Wait a minute," said Kevin. "We could be missing an opportunity here. If you tell him no, what's to stop him from calling the cops on us now? Like you said, he already knows who we are right? If we do the gig tomorrow night, I'm pretty sure he'll be there. It'll buy us some time to try and figure out who this guy is."

"Guys, I think you're over thinking this," I said as I went into problem-solving mode. "Angelo, you've been sending this contact our pictures, right? He already knows what we look like, but maybe he doesn't know our names. It's not like any of us announced our real names during the performance."

"Well, what if he has one of those facial recognition software and already knows our real names?" asked Kevin a little defensively.

"Well if that was true, he could've turned all of you in a long time ago. He could've started making demands a long time ago. Has he?"

"No he hasn't. Jeremy's right," Angelo conceded. "Now I can see why you skipped two grades," he said walking up to me. "Good thinking little du … I mean, um, good thinking man."

"Hey, I told you he was good," Erik said playing along as he gave me a tight hug from behind. "That was your super power 3-D thinking, right Jeremy?"

"No it wasn't," I said with a slight blush.

"You're right. It was better than 3-D. That was like fucking D-Box bro."

"Well, don't even think about sitting on me cause I'll buck your ass right off."

"You'll fuck my ass right off?? Aw, my little apprentice – I've taught you well."

"Shut up," I said messing up Erik's hair. It's about time I started rustling other people's hair for a change.

"Badass, dude," Erik said proudly.

Angelo walked up to Jordan. "Well listen, coach will murder us if we don't go to that dance. But if you want, you can go in our place. It looks like you've become an instant celebrity. You won't believe all the positive comments I've gotten on that blog about your performance last Friday. You were awesome man. I've got pages and pages of requests pleading for another gig with The Midnight Stroker. Are you up for another night of all-out debauchery on your own? It'll mean an even bigger envelope full of cash in your pocket."

Jordan looked at me with a slight smirk. "Thanks Angelo. Don't worry, I'll be there."

Chapter 17
Full Monty Python

(After-dinner party, Saturday late evening)

Me and Jordan stood looking up at the tall fancy doors as Arty pushed the doorbell of the biggest house I had ever seen. An older man in a fancy suit opened the door and invited us in all formal like.

"Mr. Rockwell, welcome sir. May I take your coat?"

"Please. Thank you."

"Follow me please."

Me and Jordan were looking around in awe. This place wasn't a house, it was a mansion. It was more than a mansion, it was a palace. I felt like we were walking into that castle you see at the beginning of a Disneyland cartoon. There was a humongous chandelier hanging from the ceiling next to a curving staircase. It felt like we were on our way to meet some king wearing a purple robe with gold lining sitting on his throne.

Jordan gave out a soft whistle of appreciation. "Dude, we should've left some kind of trail on the floor in case we get lost in here."

We were led into a small changing room like the ones you see at a public swimming pool. Arty unzipped the satchel he was carrying and pulled out two tiny pieces of cloth. They were candy-apple red made out of some kind of soft silky material.

"Alright boys, the show is about to start so if you could put these on, we can get started."

"Arty, what's with the wrist bands? These things aren't even tight enough to …" I closed my eyes when I realized what these were.

Arty started giggling. "Jeremy, these aren't wrist bands," he said trying not to laugh as he unfolded one of them. "These are your boy bikinis. Trust me, you won't even realize you're wearing them."

"You mean you want us to start out with these? Are you serious?"

"No, I want you to start out with these," he said as he reached into the satchel and pulled out two replicas of the tree vine costume that Jordan had worn during his last-minute performance from last week.

"Arty, these are exactly like the one I made for myself," Jordan said admiringly. "And these are the real thing. Where'd you …"

"Long story. I've got more from where these came from. Well come on. Start getting ready. You've got a bunch of horny men waiting for you boys out there."

Arty watched attentively as we stripped naked and put on our costumes. He walked around between me and Jordan making slight adjustments here and there. Then he stripped naked himself and put on some regular size speedos.

"Oh man, you boys look really hot. Really, really hot. Listen, the guest of honor goes by the name of Bill Wallace. That's not his real name, but just make sure you address him as Mr. Wallace until he tells you otherwise. Try to follow the routine we talked about, but if you boys see any opportunities to really catch is eye, feel free to improvise. Don't focus all your attention on him though. He'll have some of his advisers sitting throughout the room, so spread yourselves out."

"Alright," said Jordan looking at himself in the wall mirror. "I think we're …" He paused when he saw the expression on my face. "Um, can I have a word with Jeremy before we start?"

"Sure. As soon as they call your stage name, I'll come get you."

"Wait," I said. "What about me? What's gonna be my stage name?"

Arty looked at Jordan. "I don't know. That's a good question. You have any ideas?"

"Well, Jeremy's the one who picked out my stage name. It's only fair that I pick his." Jordan walked around thinking for a moment. "I think I've got it." He went and whispered it into Arty's ear.

"Yes, I like it," Arty said excitedly. "I'll pass it on to the DJ," he said as he walked out.

"Well? What name did you pick for me?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Hey, how are you feeling?"

"I'm really nervous," I said with a slight shudder.

Jordan walked up to me and gave me a hug. "You need to loosen up," he said as he reached down and started rubbing my crotch. Mmmm yes, keep doing that. "You need to start getting in the mood," he said as he grabbed my hand and placed it over his growing boner. He came closer and started kissing my neck real sensual like. His kisses were so gentle and delicate. I closed my eyes as he softly started blowing in my ear. I took a deep calming breath as I felt my sexual urges getting stronger and stronger.

"Ooh yeah, that's it," he said softly. "Just let yourself go out there. Try to imagine me and you having wild sex in my hotel room. Better yet, think of me, you and Erik having wild sex. Keep that image in your mind and you'll be okay."

I exhaled softly and nodded my head. We could hear the DJ on the other side of the door making his introductions. Arty rushed back inside and ushered us through the door and onto a small round stage. He guided Jordan into a square curtain hanging from a tall ceiling where the crowd couldn't see us. Then he had me walk into another square curtain hanging right next to where Jordan was.

"And now, back by popular demand, this hot and sexy fourteen-year-old is guaranteed to get your juices flowing like you wouldn't believe. Let's give it up for the one – the only – Midnight Strokerrrrrrr!"

I could hear clapping and loud cheering as I looked up and saw the curtain next to me rising to the ceiling.

"Gentlemen, we have a special treat for you tonight under the next curtain. This will be his very first time ever on stage. This special boy is sweet, he's innocent, he's young, he's ready to please, and – he's a preteeeeen! You've been asking for this for the longest time. As you know, preteens are very hard to come by. Very rare folks, very rare. And these two boys are courtesy of Competitor #1."

I could hear ooooh's and aaaah's and some loud murmurings of excitement.

"Gentlemen, please help me introduce for the very first time everrrr, Full Monty Pythoooooon!"

My curtain started rising. I started breathing harder. I swallowed hard and kept telling myself not to panic as I saw a bunch of men on their feet clapping and whistling even louder than they did with Jordan. But what really caught my attention was the fact that we were at an indoor swimming pool. They had a freaking swimming pool inside the house. The shape of the pool looked like the picture of an amoeba I'd seen in Biology class. The dark blue water looked crystal clear with really cool lights underneath that kept shifting colors.

The overhead lighting was a bit dim, but I could clearly see a balcony above that led into some room. The walls on the sides of the balcony had white fancy pillars that went up to the tall ceiling. The other wall had beautiful illustrations of marine life with a huge built-in aquarium with exotic looking fish. There were big leafy plants in large pots positioned all over the place. There were a few long curved sofas throughout the room with different colored cushion chairs and bean bags and large individual chairs. There were long stretches of seating along the entire curving back wall.

The lights dimmed a little bit more and laser lights started shooting in all directions from the ceiling as the rhythmic music started blaring. I stood frozen as I watched Jordan moving his body real erotic like. I don't think I've ever seen Jordan dance before. His hips were moving so expertly like some belly dancers I've seen on TV. That looked really sexy.

I started doing what Jordan said and thought about me, him, and Erik having wild sex together. I took a hard swallow and slowly started moving my body awkwardly to the music. I kept looking at Jordan and kept trying to mimic some of his moves. I felt as if most of the men in the crowd were focusing all of their attention on me.

As I was looking in Jordan's direction, my eyes started shifting towards all the men in the crowd. Some were wearing regular swim suits, others had speedos, some had T-shirts and others were bare-chested. Hey, there's Arty sitting next to Sidney with an extra wide grin. Arty gave me a thumbs up and gestured for me to start moving around some more. I kept looking around and suddenly my eyes locked on a good-looking blonde guy. Wait a minute, that's not a guy – that's a boy around my age, maybe a little younger. What would a boy my age be doing in a place like this? Maybe he lives here, but why would his parents let him be part of this?

I kept staring at him and he just kept staring back with a crooked smile. He puckered his lips and threw me a kiss. I started feeling tingly inside as I noticed how incredibly gorgeous he looked. He had shoulder length curvy blonde hair and I couldn't be sure, but it looked like he had blue eyes. I'm gonna have to get a closer look.

Jordan went down the small steps in the front and started mingling with the men as he kept dancing to the beat of the music. I could hear sounds of snapping as the men started breaking off pieces of his vine costume right away. Other men reached up with their arms in my direction gesturing for me to come down too. Well, might as well get this over with. As I started stepping down, swarms of men reached out and started breaking off pieces of my own costume. Some big burly men rushed up and started pushing the men back and getting them to calm down a little.

The men continued to snap off large chunks of my costume from all directions in a more calmer way. Arty started waving his arms to get my attention and kept pointing at a man sitting in the middle of the room. That must be Mr. Wallace, the guest of honor. I looked around to see where Jordan was. He was literally crawling over the laps of several men sitting on one of the sofas as they eagerly snapped off more vines from his costume.

I started making my way towards Mr. Wallace. I could feel several hands squeezing and probing my chest and my butt and my crotch as I danced my way through. I had a strong urge to just slap all those hands away, but I guess that's what this show's all about. Mr. Wallace was sitting alone on a small love sofa. He looked a little old with dark graying hair combed to the side. He was wearing thick-rimmed glasses and looked kind of mean.

He reached out with his arms, snapped a few vines off, and pulled me in to sit down on his lap. He started kissing my neck as reached around with his hand and roughly clamped onto my crotch making me wince. He leered down at my body and started snapping off the remainder of my vines with one hand and started probing my body with the other. He inserted his hand into my red bikini to fondle me and continued being a little rough with me which was making me feel really uncomfortable.

Then Jordan came up from behind and started rubbing Mr. Wallace's chest as he reached around and started kissing him on the lips. Jordan gave me a tap on the side for me to get away. Jordan climbed over the sofa, kneeled down in front of Mr. Wallace over his lap and started gyrating his bikini in front of him. Good old Jordan coming to rescue me like he always does.

The men started getting more and more excited as I found myself wearing only that skimpy red bikini. It was really tiny and it felt too tight. I felt like I was wearing the bikini of a five-year-old little girl. I made my way towards Arty and Sidney. They were much cuter than this older dude so I decided to lie down on their laps. I allowed both Arty and Sidney to probe my body all they wanted. They both took turns rubbing their hands over my tenting boner and lifting it up to take peeks. This is when I started feeling a little more sexual and I could feel myself getting really turned on.

"Ooooh child. Oh lord, honey," Sidney gushed fanning his face as I got up and started walking around some more. "Mmm, mmm, mmm – Strut that stuff! He is so fucking hot Arty. You're doing great baby!"

I finally allowed myself to start getting aroused by all these hands reaching out to get as much sexual touching as they could. It looked like these men were pretty young and a lot of them looked like they were college students. Most of them had those goofy horny expressions on their faces, but there were a few who looked at me kind of like the way Norman had looked at me when I was hanging from those loops in his storage room. It made me feel a little creeped out.

I was walking by a guy with a cowboy hat who reached out and pulled me in to sit on his lap. The guy pulled his hat up and looked up at me and to my astonishment, this guy turned out to be a girl in her late teens. I just stared at her for a moment wondering if maybe this was a guy dressed as a girl. She gave me a sexy smile as she reached down and started fondling me. I guess women can be boylovers too.

I looked towards Jordan and several men were in the process of yanking his bikini off. I could see him on the other side of the room walking around and being jerked off and getting blow jobs by as many men that could get their hands on him. This was starting to get a little weird. While one guy was giving him a blow job, another guy pulled out his dick and was trying to butt fuck him from behind. Can they do that? I looked around and several guys had pulled their trunks down to their knees waiting for Jordan to get to them.

I decided to make my way to where that boy was sitting. As I kept winding myself through all the seated men, a lot of them kept snagging my underwear down. I kept having to reach back and pull them back up. A lot of them kept pulling me in to slip their hands into my bikini to feel my crotch or to squeeze my butt. I had an instinct to try and get away, but I just succumbed to the reality of the situation. Let them feel, let them touch … it's kind of starting to feel really good.

And there he was. As I walked towards him, I almost didn't notice all those hands reaching out to touch me anymore. My God – he was so smoking hot I couldn't believe it. He looked like a child version of that famous crocodile man from Australia. His bright blue eyes were so hypnotizing. He had the sexiest smile with perfect teeth. His wavy blonde hair was so soft and silky and he had the cutest freckled nose. His whole body just oozed out pure sexiness. He was so sexy that even straight guys would turn around to look at him as he passed by. And he was around my age.

He was wearing a loose dark tank top and some flowered trunks that went down to his knees. Without even noticing, I found myself standing right in front of him frozen as he sat there on a blue bean bag. He stared up at me looking very aroused. He reached up and cautiously pressed his palm over my raging boner for a moment making it twitch and making me shudder. He started squeezing and rubbing my bulge to the delight of all the men. He seemed as interested in my expression as I was interested in his.

He reached out with both hands to one of my hips and gently snapped apart one side of my bikini. Then he reached over to the other side and snapped off the other one causing it to fall down to the floor. The crowd of men started whooping and whistling at my anticipated and well overdue nakedness. A couple of them jostled with each other to grab my bikini from the floor. The winner pulled it up to his nose and took a long sniff. Several men got off their chairs and started crowding around us to get a good look at me. I could feel several hands competing to glide up and down my butt and try to reach around to grab my crotch.

The boy grabbed my arm and leaned back pulling me with him. He turned me and had me sit down on his lap facing away from him. He started rubbing his hands all over my body. He eagerly reached down and started fondling my oversexualized hardon and nut sack to the delight of all the men around us. Then he started jerking me off with those smooth delicate hands.

I was surprised by the power he had over me. I closed my eyes and effortlessly allowed myself to fall into his arms and feel all these wonderful sensations. Why was this happening? For some reason this felt a lot different than it felt with Jordan or Erik? Maybe it was because this boy happened to be my age. He was a preteen like me. He was at my own level. He was like an equal. This was totally new to me and I felt myself at the height of my sexual urges.

"Holy dooley mate, you've got a hard one there. You're really spunk, you know that?"

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard as the intensity of my arousals shot up by the sound of his sexy Australian accent and the way he was delicately jiggling my balls between his magical fingers.

"So what's the go here mate? How's your pimp been treat'n ya?"

"My … my what?" I gasped out almost lost in my arousals.

"Your pimp. How's he treat'n you and your mate?"

"What's a pimp?"

"You know, guys that send out their boys to get rooted by older men for money."

"Rooted? I don't understand," I said trying to stay focused.

"Fucked. It means to get fucked for money."

Now I knew what he was talking about. Suddenly I started feeling a little nervous. Could Arty actually be a … a pimp? Maybe this boy knows something about Arty that we don't. Could all this be some kind of trick to get me and Jordan to have sex with men and he's the one who gets paid for it? Maybe my instincts about him were right from the beginning. But why would he …

Suddenly, a burly man with shaggy dark brown hair came up and pulled me off. "Come on Liam, time to go." He put his beefy hands on the boy's shoulder and guided him away. Liam turned around to look at me and gave me a wink of his eye. He wants to know how our pimp is treating us. But why? Why would he ask such a weird question? I need to get to Jordan and tell him what's going on. Maybe he'll know what to do.

As I was trying to make my way towards him, the men kept blocking my way at every turn. They'd fall on their knees in front of me and put their hands on my hips to suck me off. As much as I enjoyed the sensations, I kept trying to get myself through as they kept wrapping their hand through my legs. Then I stopped when I saw Sidney kneeling in front of me. He looked up at me as if asking for my permission. I took a deep breath, gave him a slight smile and nodded my head. This is the guy that's gonna get my dad out of prison so it's the least I can do.

I had already gotten a blowjob from Arty and Jordan, so I kind of knew what to expect. With a look of arousal, Sidney quickly wrapped his lips around my entire boner. I could feel his tongue probing gently but thoroughly as he reached between my legs and squeezed my butt cheeks. Oh God, that felt so good. I could hear yells of excitement by the guys around us as Sidney did his thing. The way his tongue glided over my … his lips felt so silky as he kept … mmmm … uhhh … oooh … I don't know what he was doing, but whatever it was, he was like an expert at it. I gently pushed him away as I felt myself wanting to orgasm.

Sidney stood up and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. "Thank you," he whispered with a crooked smile. I felt like if I had just kissed my own dick.

"I need to get to Jordan quick. Can you help me?"

Sidney nodded. "Follow me."

I was guided through a gauntlet of probing hands. As much as I hesitated to let myself go, I was really starting to like this. I was starting to feel really confident and a little surprised that I was part of all this excitement. Wherever I walked, many arms automatically reached out to feel my skin and squeeze my butt and try to grab on to my boner. Many of the college boys kept pulling their speedos down and flashing me their own boners. A lot of them looked really hot.

I finally made it to where Jordan was. He was on his back on some guy's lap practically upside down on a sofa with his legs wrapped around some guy's neck who was sucking Jordan off while he was sucking another guy's dick who was kneeling down on the floor staring down at him. That looked so fucking awesome. I pictured me, Jordan and Erik doing those kinds of things together.

Jordan saw me and pulled himself up. "What's up Full Monty? You doing okay?"

"Jordan, something weird is going on. There was this boy around my age sitting over there and he …"

Then the music stopped and the DJ came up to the microphone. The DJ was on the round stage in front of another curtain that had come down. "Gentlemen … and lady – it seems we have some competition for the boys of Competitor #1.

Grab ahold of your boners cause this next lad is from the land down under and a boylover's dream come true. He's an Aussie, he has blonde hair, he has blue eyes, he is quite exquisite, and … he's also a preteeeeeen! Let's give it up for Creamboy Dreambooooy!"

The music started again with a catchy rhythmic beat. As the curtain started going up, everyone started to quiet down as they saw what was slowly being revealed. It was that blonde boy Liam wearing that same tank top shirt that went down to just below his butt. There was some kind of industrial looking fan on the edge of the stage that was blowing in his direction causing his shirt to blow upwards revealing his naked butt. The men were quickly starting to catch on that he wasn't wearing anything under.

Wait, he wasn't completely naked. What is that? He was wearing what looked like some kind of sock over his penis. He started dancing around and passing by the fan to tease everyone by pretending to try to keep his shirt down. All the men were just drinking it up with whoops and cheers.

Arty came up and put his hands on our shoulders. "Guys, we may have a problem. I didn't know you guys were gonna have competition."

I turned around and rudely pushed Arty's hand off my shoulder. "Jeremy, what's wrong? Are you mad? Did something happen?"

I looked at him straight in the eyes. "Yeah, something happened. Are you a pi…?"

"Mr. Rockwell," interrupted the man who had opened the front door for us. He started whispering something in his ear. Arty started smiling from ear to ear and followed the man out the door.

By now Liam was walking among the crowd of horny looking men as they lifted his shirt up with one hand and fondled him with the other as he passed by. He was being very inviting and a lot more frisky than I was. He walked over to a young-looking guy who was sitting down, pulled off the guy's trunks and leaned back on his lap. Liam peeled off his shirt and slowly pulled off his cock sock and tossed them to the oversexualized men.

Liam opened his legs wide over the guys thighs, reached down to grab the guys giant boner to position it under his bum hole and let the guy start fucking him just like that. The crowd was starting to get overly excited as they jostled to wrap their arms around the boy which caused the burly man with the shaggy long hair to come and break up the brawl. The man yanked the boy away and started snapping at Liam as if he was scolding him. The boy looked scared for a moment which made me wonder if that man was actually his pimp. Maybe that's why he was asking me that weird question earlier. Maybe he's being mistreated and he wants out.

Then Arty came onto the stage and conversed with the DJ. One of the curtains started coming down at a different spot off stage. The DJ handed the microphone to Arty and allowed him to make an announcement.

"Gentlemen – and lady, I'd like to introduce two new guests who've just arrived. We have a fifteen-year old teen and an eight-year old preteen. I won't bother trying to come up with stage names but consider these tokens from Competitor #1. Enjoy."

There were murmurs of surprise and excitement at the mention of an actual eight-year old. After handing the mic back to the DJ, Arty went behind the curtain to open another back door. Two spotlights flashed down to the stage as the curtain started rising revealing two boys standing in a … whoa, is that a shower? I smiled when I noticed that it was Erik and a little boy. The little boy turned to us and (gasp!) that's … that's Jacob. What is he doing here?

Water was coming down on them like raindrops from a large round shower spray directly above. They were both wearing some regular sized white underwear but the material was so thin that they were made completely transparent by the water running down over their bodies.

I was surprised that Jacob wasn't embarrassed at all. Maybe because he had already done something similar with Kevin when they were doing that photo shoot in the bathtub at Angelo's place the other day. Erik and Jacob started lathering each other's bodies with a small bar of soap as they slowly started stripping each other's underwear off. Mmm, wow. This was so awesome.

I was a little startled when I felt someone wrapping their arms around my stomach. I knew right away who it was. Liam pressed his naked body against my back wedging his boner between my legs. Jordan turned to look at us with a raised eyebrow.

Liam cupped his chin against my shoulder. "Looks like we've got ourselves some serious competition ey? Your pimp looks pretty decent. How many boys in your group?"

"I don't know," I said softly as I felt Liam moving his hips around which sent waves of sexual vibes between my legs.

Liam suddenly turned his head towards the crowd with a startled look. "Well I'll be buggered. Don't look, but see that man over there with the long hair talking to the sheila?"

"The what?"

"The girl. The one talking with the girl. That's my handler and I don't like the way he's staring at the little one up there."

"Wait, what are you trying to say?"

"He might wanna steal him."

"Steal him? As in kidnap him?" I whispered loudly.

"Right. He's been trying to get his hands on a preteen for the longest time and these people are experts at it. Bit of advice mate – you need to tell your pimp to keep a close eye on him."

Shit. We can't let this happen. I looked up at the shower where Jacob was lathering Erik's balls with a widening grin. Then I turned to Jordan. "Dude, fuck Arty's contract. We're might be in serious trouble."

Chapter 18
Creamboy Dreamboy

(Thirty minutes later)

By now, many of the men had dipped into the pool trying to catch as many of us boys as they could. Some were sitting down on the edge with their feet in the water waiting for any of us to pass by to try to catch us. Liam was in the water at the edge of the pool giving a guy a blow job while another guy was doing who knows what to him underwater. This guy was insatiable. I had a powerful urge to get into the action with this incredibly hot looking boy.

There were a lot of guys who had simply stripped themselves completely and were running and playing with little Jacob. One of the men was able to catch Jacob from behind. He shrieked in delight as the man took him to one of the sofas with two other men. The man turned Jacob around, opened up his legs wide and started rubbing his hands all over his crotch and down to his butt. The other two men grabbed Jacobs hands and were showing him how to jerk them off.

Me, Arty, Erik, Jordan and Sidney had huddled together in the pool where I had told everyone what Liam had told me. Arty and Sidney were wearing their speedos and the rest of us remained naked.

"Jeremy – Jeremy, are you listening?"

"What?"

"I said are you sure about this?" asked Arty with concern. "Is it possible that boy might be trying to scare you or manipulate you to get some kind of advantage on getting this contract?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Why don't you just go ask him yourself?" I snapped.

"Not a good idea. His handler might get suspicious if he's talking to the competition. And what's with the tone? Are you pissed off or something?"

"I need to ask you something and I want you to be straight with us alright? Are you a pimp?"

"What! Where the hell did you get that from?"

"That's what Liam keeps calling you. Well, are you? You wanna pimp us out to that old man so you can get your fucking contract? Just answer the question Arty."

Arty shook his head sadly looking really hurt. "After everything I've done, you still don't trust me. No Jeremy," he said softly. "I am not a pimp. And to prove it to you, I don't care about that contract anymore. Your safety has always been my main priority. You guys get ready cause we're leaving soon."

Arty swam over to the edge and got out of the pool. I knew from the look on his face that he was telling the truth and that I had really hurt his feelings. I started feeling really guilty and terrible.

Erik came up and put his arm on my shoulder. "Hey, it's all right bro. It was a legitimate question."

"No it wasn't!" I exclaimed. "Arty's right. He's done so much for all of us. How could I have been so stupid?"

Erik squeezed my shoulder and went to talk to Jordan. Wait, where's Jacob. I started looking around with concern and … oh, there he is. It looks like that girl had caught his attention as she started peeling off her shirt and pulled down her shorts leaving her in a skimpy string bikini. Everyone started laughing as Jacob's penis started turning into a little stiffy.

The girl leaned down and whispered something in Jacob's ear and then he nodded with a smile. The girl turned her back to him and he gently untied her bikini top and watched it fall to the ground. Then she whispered something else in his ear as he stared at her breasts and Jacob started nodding eagerly with an even wider smile. He reached over to one of her hips and untied one of the bikini strings. Then he untied the other and stared in awe as the bikini bottom also fell to the floor. He stared at her naked body wide-eyed with his mouth partly open as he absently started rubbing on his hardon.

Some of the men started laughing at his expressions of arousal. The girl lied down on one of the lawn chairs and had Jacob straddle her naked body. He playfully started patting and jiggling her tities as she softly jiggled his nut sack.

Then I heard some kind of commotion. I turned around and Liam had been pinned down by his handler. It looked like he was being attacked. Oh my God – the man had wrapped a spiked dog collar around Liam's neck with a chain attached. Liam was being pulled aggressively among the crowd of men on his hands and knees. All the guys were fondling him between his legs and sticking their fingers into his bum hole as he was being dragged around.

He didn't look like he was having a good time. His handler just kept yanking on the chain as Liam was practically dragged from one spot to another. His handler was allowing the men to be a lot more wild and aggressive with him. While some men were starting to shout out in protest, others were getting even more excited.

I turned back around towards Jacob just to make sure he was alright. Oh, that little perv. The girl was on her hands and knees moving all erotic-like as Jacob was sticking his hand between her open legs to feel her butt and her pussy. Then he knelt down behind her butt and started humping her. He sure looked like he was having a grand old time.

I quickly turned around at the sound of Liam crying out in pain. Big-muscled men were pounding their sausages into him non-stop. This was getting way too weird and I was starting to feel sick. How could they do something like this to such a beautiful boy? Sidney and Erik and Jordan looked on in horror at such a disturbing sight. We could tell he was in a lot of pain. How much more of this can he take?

"Jeremy, where's Jacob?" Erik asked in alarm.

"He's over there with the … hey, where'd he go?" Not only was Jacob missing, but the girl was missing as well. "Jordan, have you seen Jacob?"

"No, I was distracted by that horror show over there."

"Oh my God Erik, that's what they were trying to do. They were trying to distract us. The girl was in on it. He has to be with that girl."

"So where did she go? Where did she take him?" asked Erik almost in a panic.

Sidney swam over to us. "You boys start checking as many rooms as you can. I'll go get Arty and we'll check outside. Let's go!"

We all got out of the pool and burst ourselves through whatever exits we could find. Under normal circumstances, I would've been aghast at running around a mansion completely naked. But we didn't have time to look for clothing. We spread ourselves out and started looking through as many rooms as we could find both upstairs and downstairs. One of the maids shrieked in surprise as Erik accidentally bumped into her. She just stared at his naked butt with half a smile as he ran off.

Then I heard Arty's voice through the speakers in the pool area. He was announcing the fact that Jacob was missing and was asking for everyone's help to find him. Men started pouring out of the pool area to look for him. I just shook my head in disbelief at the sight of all these naked boys and naked men running around all over the place as some of the maids ran out the door screaming.

But we still couldn't find Jacob anywhere. I was starting to feel desperate. As I was running through a hallway downstairs, I stopped at a door that wasn't completely closed. When I pushed my way through, I found myself inside a large dining area. All the tables had dirty dishes on them and there was an old grandmotherly-like lady who was pushing a wide metal cart towards the exit where there was a van with the side door open. She was wearing some kind of uniform from some catering service.

When she saw me, she gasped in surprise. "Young man, you're naked," she exclaimed with her hand over her mouth. She quickly turned around and pulled out a table cover from one of the tables. She must be part of the cleaning crew from that dinner they had earlier.

The lady opened the table cover wide and came towards me. As I was backing away, I noticed something strange. There was a trail of water leaking from the sliding door of the cart she had been pushing. Then she tossed the table cover over my head and wrapped her strong arms around me and started dragging me away.

I started screaming at the top of my lungs. The lady tried to cover my mouth over the cloth and quickly gave up after I bit one of her fingers. I started hearing angry shouts by what sounded like a whole bunch of men running into the room. I felt myself being jostled and bumped around. I pulled the table cloth off me and found myself in the middle of a brawl. Some of the men were trying to restrain the old lady while other men were chasing Liam's handler out the door.

I quickly ran over to the cart to open the sliding door and gasped when Jacob fell down to the floor unconscious. What have they done to him? Erik and Jordan ran over to me and helped me drag him outside. The melee had spilled out onto the driveway as several men were having trouble restraining this hulk of a man.

I was almost blinded by the bright headlights of a small limo as it came to a quick stop beside us. Sidney opened the back door and motioned for us to hop in. Arty jumped out and helped Erik pick up Jacob to bring him inside the limo. As I was about to close the door, I saw Liam outside as he was painfully trying to remove the dog collar from his neck with the chain still attached.

"Liam! Liam! Over here. Come on, get in!"

Liam looked startled. He looked back at his handler who had finally been restrained. Liam seemed lost, as if he couldn't decide what to do.

"Liam come on. Come with us. It's all right."

Arty stuck his head out and gave him a reassuring smile. "Liam, it's okay. We'll take care of you. Come on."

He hesitated for a little bit and then he jumped into the limo looking a bit nervous. As soon as the door closed, the driver speeded off causing Liam to stumble right on top of my lap. I wasn't about to complain. I started feeling a little awkward as I realized that all of us were still naked back here except for Arty and Sidney who were still in their speedos. It's a good thing this limo had tainted windows.

"How's Jacob doing," asked Arty as Erik stroked his hair nervously as Jacob leaned against him still passed out.

"It appears to be a mild sedative. Don't worry, he's breathing normally. He'll be alright," Sidney said soothingly as he sat across me.

Sidney had Liam sit next to him and quickly started working on getting that awful collar off his neck. "What have I done? What have I done," Liam said almost in a panic? "My pimp's gonna smash my head in and lock me in the cage for this. Take me back. You have to take me back! Please!"

"Hey, easy there," Sidney said. "Nobody's gonna smash your head in, I promise. We won't let that happen. You're safe with us okay?"

"He'll find me. He won't stop looking until he finds me," Liam said softly as he rested his head on Sidney's shoulder. Then he turned to Arty. "You said you were gonna take care of me. Can I be part of your group? Will you be my new pimp? You can buy me off mate. It's only a grand. I'm a real root rat so you won't regret it, I promise," he said as he grabbed Arty's hand and placed it on his growing erection.

"I'm not a pimp," Arty said as he hesitated for a moment staring at his boner. Arty's bulge on his speedos was pretty obvious.

"I can see your budgie. You want it, don't you? Go on, give it a burl," Liam said almost pleadingly as he bounced his boner towards Arty's face. Arty stared at it and looked like he really wanted it but hesitated when he looked out the window and noticed we were in a heavy traffic area.

"Come on, bring me in with your group mate. I ain't bashful. Here, I'll prove it to you."

Liam turned to face Erik and surprised him by giving him a blowjob. He looked startled but just gave in to the sexual sensations. His dick was now fully inflated. Me and Jordan looked in awe as Liam was licking Erik's balls and slowly dragged his tongue up and down his boner. Erik just leaned his head back in full arousal.

Then Liam jumped over to Jordan and started doing the same things to him. Liam reached back and grabbed Sidney's hand and placed it on his butt. With a big smile, Sidney started probing and fondling Liam's boy parts. Then Arty joined in the probing and pretty soon, Erik was in on it too. Liam started moaning in sexual ecstasy from all those hands squeezing and fondling and stroking.

My mouth turned into a wide grin when Liam shifted from Jordan over to me to give me my own blowjob. I was flooded with all these sexual fantasies of all the things I wanted to do with this incredibly hot looking boy. He was insatiable. I felt myself gripping the seat as he lifted my legs and started dragging his tongue up and down from my bum hole to the tip of my boner. Despite my lack of experience in these things, I wanted to do so much more with this hot sexy boy.

Liam finally stopped and sat down next to Arty again leaving me gasping where I sat. "So, can I stay with your group? Can you be my pimp?" he asked Arty.

"Liam listen to me – I am not a pimp. I have never been a pimp and I'll never be one. When I said I would take care of you, I meant I'll help you get back to your family. Would you like to go home?"

"Home?" Liam said looking confused. "I don't know. It's been about four years since they took me. I was only eight. I hardly even remember my mum and my pop or where I used to live."

Arty and Sidney looked at each other worriedly. "Well, we can talk about this later. We'll figure it out somehow," Arty said soothingly. "In the meantime, we'll stop by at Sidney's house and see about getting you boys some clothes before we take you home."

I looked over at Erik who was holding Jacob against him. "Erik, how did you manage to get out of the Homecoming Dance? And how did you get Jacob to come with you?"

"Well, me and the guys agreed that at least one of us should be with you and Jordan at this gig. I told the coach that I was feeling pretty crappy and asked him if I could go home. It so happens that Jacob's mom was one of the chaperones at the dance and she had brought Jacob with her. She overheard me talking with the coach and asked me if I could take Jacob with me and if he could spend the night at my place. I remembered what Arty had said about this client preferring preteens, so I asked him if he wanted to come with me and he was totally cool with it. And now I'm regretting it. He came this close to getting kidnapped and it's all my fault."

"Oh, pull ya head in mate. My handler was having a lend of you. While he was trying to distract everyone by yanking on my fuckin chain, the sheila was getting all nuddy on the kid to lure him away without anyone noticing. It was all part of the plan. And by the way, my handler had offered to pimp me out to that wrinkled sack of a client if he gave us the contract. One look at the dude and I wanted to chuck."

"Liam, I'm so sorry," said Arty sadly. "You must've gone through a lot of shit with that pimp of yours. He actually puts you boys in cages as punishment?"

"No worries mate. She'll be apples. I'm just glad he won't be my pimp for long."

Sidney put his hand on Erik's knee. "Honey, there's no way you could've known. I just want you to know that you and Jacob were great up there. All of you were just terrific and whatever happens with that potential client, I know you guys did your best."

"Thanks Sidney. I just hope we were good enough," said Erik looking at Jacob.

The limo turned into the garage of a really nice gated house. "Yay, welcome to my home," Sidney said excitedly. "If you boys don't mind waiting here for a while, Arty's driver will go get all of you some clothes? After that, he can drive you home."

Erik pulled Jacob out and hoisted him over his shoulder as he followed the rest of the boys inside. I held my hand out to block Arty from getting out. I straddled him and stood up on my knees and had him massage my butt cheeks while I gave him a long gentle kiss.

"Mmm Jeremy, what was that for?"

"That was to make up for my stupidity. Arty, I'm sorry about what I said to you earlier when I accused you of being a pimp."

"Oh, it's okay Jeremy. You were just …"

I covered his mouth with my hand. "No Arty. It's not okay. You have done nothing but try and help me and Jordan and I've been fighting you all along. And now you're trying to help Liam. I guess you could say I have some trust issues, huh? The truth is, I was feeling a little jealous. I thought you were trying to take Jordan away from me. I mean, not that we're together or anything."

"Jeremy, are you saying you two are not together?"

"I don't know, I said with a loud sigh. "I've been feeling really confused. I've told him how I feel, but he said he didn't want things to get complicated between us. I guess that's the polite way of saying thanks, but no thanks. But sometimes he says things to me that kind of sound like he does want us to be together, but I really can't tell."

"Let me ask you something. You don't have to answer if you don't want to but, has he been prostituting himself while out on the streets?"

"Yeah, he has," I said dejectedly.

"So how would you feel if you two had hooked up and were hanging out and all of a sudden an opportunity came up for Jordan to make some money? How awkward do you think he'd feel if he had to say 'Sorry Jeremy, but I've gotta go with this guy so he can fuck me cause I'm running low on cash.' How would you feel?"

"I hadn't thought about it that way."

"He's just trying to protect you Jeremy. But I've seen how he interacts with you and how protective he is of you. I think he feels more strongly about you than he's letting on."

"You really think so?"

"Just give him some time okay? And just to put your mind at ease, I never had any intentions of taking Jordan away from you. In fact, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret and you, my friend, are gonna be the very first person I'm going to tell it to."

Arty leaned in and whispered his plan in my ear and my eyes widened with a loud gasp. "Arty, are you telling me you and …"

"Shhhh," he said with his finger over his lips.

"And I'm the only one who knows about this?" I started squealing with excitement.

He reached into a compartment and took something out. "Come on, let's go inside."

When we walked in, we saw Jacob asleep on the sofa while Erik, Jordan and Liam were playing video games in the living room. Sidney was in the kitchen looking mesmerized as he stared at them playing naked.

"Arty, would you look at that. When I woke up this morning, I never imagined I'd find myself with five naked boys lounging around in my living room. I offered them some towels to wrap around themselves, but they declined. I have the hardest fucking hardon like you wouldn't believe." Sidney closed his eyes and started rubbing his tenting trunks seductively. "Mmmm Arty, can I reach out and touch someone? Just for a little bit. Help me out hon."

Arty started laughing. He looked at me and we both smiled. "Hey boys, would you turn that game off for a second? I have an announcement to make." We followed Arty into the living room where the boys had turned their full attention to Arty with curiosity.

"Arty, what's going on?" asked Sidney.

Arty turned serious and knelt down on his knee. He stayed silent for a moment deep in thought. "You know what? The hell with tradition. I'm gonna do this my own way." Arty stood up and went to hug Sidney from behind. He leaned into him and started kissing the side of his neck.

"Ooh Arty. Not in front of the children," he said coyly.

Still hugging him from behind, Arty opened his palm and held a small box. Then he opened it revealing a gold ring with studded diamonds.

"Oh my God … Oh my God," whispered Sidney as he stared at the ring and started tearing up.

"Sidney, when I hug you from behind and brush my lips against your neck, I can feel that cute smile of yours even when people are staring at us. Let them stare, you say. Let them gawk. Let them gasp. That's what I love about you. To thine own self be true.

"The truth is, whenever I'm away, I can't stop thinking about you. I lie awake at night wanting to cuddle with you, wanting to smell your scent, wanting to taste your skin, wanting to see your sexy smile, wanting to hear your heart beating against mine.

"I can have whatever I want in the world, but you have offered me something I could never buy: You've offered me your love freely and openly. I'm tired of just wanting you Sid. I want to spend the rest of my life having you. I want you to always feel me hugging you from behind knowing that even during the times when I'm away, I will never ever let you fall.

"Sidney, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

"Arty," Sidney stammered with is hand over his mouth trying not to cry.

Arty turned Sidney around to face him and wiped his tears. "You better say yes or I'm gonna kick your ass."

Sidney laughed and hugged him tenderly. "Yes … of course yes. Yes, yes, yes I'll marry you, you big lug. What took you so long?"

We all started cheering and clapping as we surrounded Arty and Sidney. "Well, I thought this would be the perfect setting. What better way for one boylover to ask another boylover to marry him than to be surrounded by a bunch of sexy naked boys?

"You're absolutely right," Sidney said as he started kissing him hard. He started rubbing his legs against Arty's hips and started pulling down his trunks. Then Arty started pulling off Sidney's trunks off too. Me and the boys looked at each other and smiled as Arty and Sidney started getting it on right in front of us. Arty pushed Sidney down on the carpet as they started getting even more passionate with each other. Pretty soon Sidney's legs were up in the air as Arty started fucking him.

Then I felt someone hugging me from behind and kissing my neck. I knew right away it was Liam. He started dragging his hands over my chest as he pressed his boner against my butt cheeks. I noticed Jordan looking at us and for a moment, he kind of looked like he was getting jealous. He came over and sandwiched me between the both of them as he started kissing me. Not wanting to be left behind, Erik came around behind Liam and pressed his body against him as Liam turned around and started kissing Erik.

What a fantasy. I couldn't believe it. This was like an orgy gone wild. Too bad they weren't filming this cause I would've loved to have gotten a copy. This was group sex like I'd never seen before with Erik, my dreamboy; Jordan who would hopefully become my lover; Liam who was a one-night fling and incredibly hot; and Jacob who … who was waking up?

We all stopped our slithering and turned to Jacob who was slowly opening his eyes. We noticed he had a full stiffy as he slowly pulled himself upward looking all groggy and disoriented. He turned his head and started looking around as if he was looking for something.

"Hey, where's the girl? Where did she go? She said she was gonna let me give her a blow job."

We all looked at each other and burst out laughing.

About half an hour later, we all piled into the limo inside the garage fully clothed so Arty could take us all home. All except Liam who would be staying with Sidney. Liam stuck his head in to say goodbye. "I'm just gonna stick around and give these two love birds their engagement gift," he said with a goofy smile. "Let's see if they can handle the heat. Hooroo mates. It's been a blast. Hope to see you again soon."

Even fully clothed, he still looked incredibly hot. I started fantasizing about everything Arty and Sidney were going to be doing with him in their bedroom the whole night. What a night that's gonna be.

Chapter 19
Fugitive

(Wednesday afternoon, Jordan's hotel room)

"Jeremy! I've missed you dude," Jordan said as he opened the door for me and gave me a hug. "I've missed you," he whispered softly in my ear.

We hadn't seen each other since Saturday when Arty gave all of us a ride home. Uncle Owen had finally put his foot down and complained that I had been spending too much time away and that I wasn't pulling my own weight around the house. I've been having to go straight home from school these past few days to do some chores.

Jordan and I had been talking on the phone and he had told me that Arty wanted us to have a teleconference with him here in Jordan's room this afternoon. I made up some excuse to my uncle and convinced him that the coach wanted me to get some practice in my Hornet suit with the cheerleaders and he had reluctantly said okay.

Jordan went and sat down cross legged on the bed in front of the computer and I pulled up a chair to sit down. I could see Arty's face on the screen. "Alright Arty. Jeremy's here," he said.

"Hey Jeremy. Alright, let me get started cause I don't have that much time. I have some good news for both of you. Very good news. Let me start with you Jeremy." Arty just stared at us with a dramatic pause. "Your dad's getting out of prison," he said flatly with a wide smile.

My whole body froze as I was trying to process what he had just said. "Wh… I don't …" I looked at Jordan and he had the same kind of expression as I did. Jordan steepled his hands under his chin with a tearful grin as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard either.

"Arty, I don't understand," I said trying not to choke up. "What are you saying?"

"Jeremy, the judge has just vacated your dad's sentence. Sidney did it. Your father's getting out of prison. He's going to be a free man."

I put my head down and covered my face with my hands as I started crying. My dad's coming home and we'll be able to be together again. I'll be able to go back to my own house and have my own room back. I looked over to Jordan and we gave each other a tight hug as we tried to laugh our tears away.

"When can he … I mean how long …?"

"It's not gonna be right away. That's the bad thing. It'll take about three months for all the paperwork to go through the system. But hey, three months will pass just like that," Arty said with a snap of his fingers. "The important thing is that you guys have won. But here's another piece of good news. Jordan, this is for you – I just heard from Sid that the police is getting ready to issue a warrant to arrest Norman. It won't be long before they go and pick him up."

"Arty, no way," Jordan whispered with disbelief. He closed his eyes as tears started rolling down. "I get to go home. I get to go home!" he shouted excitedly as he gave me another tight hug.

I picked up the laptop and kissed the screen with the image of Arty. "Arty, I'm sorry I ever doubted you. I'll never ever forget what you've done for us. Thank you so much. How can we ever repay you?"

"By coming to me and Sid's wedding. I'll send you guys invitations. But hold on cause I'm not finished yet. Are you boys ready for some more good news?"

"There's more?" we both asked.

"We got the contract!" he said softly. "We got the contract!" he yelled into the screen. "You boys did it. I don't know how, but you boys managed to get my company that contract. You have no idea how much of a windfall this is going to be."

"Arty, that's great! But um, I think Jordan's the one who ended up giving that client the hardest time, if you know what I mean?"

Jordan snorted with laughter. "Yeah, the competition was pretty stiff wasn't it?" We both laughed as we gave each other a knuckle punch. We could hear Arty laughing cutely on the screen.

"Well, as a token of my appreciation, I have something for you boys, including Erik and Jacob. Before I let you go, I have some final instructions for you. As soon as you sign off, I want you boys to go downstairs and walk out the front door of the hotel for a big surprise."

"What for?" asked Jordan.

"You'll see." Arty winked his eye and broke the connection.

Jordan closed the laptop and we both headed out the door. Instead of waiting for the elevators, we double stepped down the stairs as fast as we could without falling. We walked out the front door and started looking around. We didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Everything looked normal.

Then we started hearing the sound of a motorcycle getting closer and closer. A brand new dirt bike with a mixture of red and white colors pulled up with two people wearing red helmets that kind of reminded me of the Power Rangers. The person on the back was wearing a back pack.

We looked with curiosity as they both took off their helmets. "Evening mates."

"Liam! Sidney!" we exclaimed as we ran to give them a hug.

"Hey, what's up guys! How've you been doing?"

"Sidney, Arty just told us what you did," I said trying not to get emotional again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a hug. "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Jordan came up and also gave him a tight hug. "Sidney, you are the man dude."

"Oh, it was nothing. Piece of cake baby."

"Are you shitting me? It wasn't nothing. Me and Jeremy get to go home because of you. I won't be homeless anymore. Sidney, I'm getting my life back because of you so don't tell me it was nothing," Jordan said as he tightened his hug.

"Thank you hon. I'm glad I could help. I'm assuming Arty told you about the contract, so I have something for you boys and your friends. Liam, you wanna do the honors?"

"Sure thing boss. Gather round mates." Liam opened up his backpack and took out several large envelopes. "Jeremy, this one's for you. Jordan, here's yours. This other envelope is for Erik and Jacob. Will you make sure they get these?"

"Sure, but what is this," I asked. Me and Jordan opened up our envelopes and gasped. It was full of stacks of one hundred-dollar bills.

"Sidney," Jordan exclaimed in awe. "There must be around ten thousand dollars in here."

"Exactly ten thousand," Sidney said with a twinkle in his eye.

"But why? How did this happen?" he asked.

"That's your fee for doing that gig last Saturday minus administrative fees. There were around forty people at the party, $300 dollars a pop – voila."

"But that should've only been three thousand for each of us," I said after I did the math in my head.

"That's true, but what did Arty say he would do if you boys helped him get that contract?"

"That's right," Jordan said with a look of wonder. "Arty said he would quadruple our fee." Jordan looked at me. "Jeremy, we're rich! We're rich!" he shouted as we hugged and jumped around in circles.

"You boys have earned it. Arty wanted me to tell you that you're welcome to stay here at the hotel until you can go back home."

"You should invite me over for a sleepover before you do," Liam said looking straight at me with the most seductive expression and the sexiest smile ever.

"I'll call him later this evening to thank him. By the way, what's with the bike? Somehow I figured you in a nice fancy car."

"You like it?"

"Yeah, it looks awesome."

"Well that's good because it's yours. Surprise!"

"What?! Are [edit]are you serious?"

Liam put his hand on Jordan's shoulder. "When Arty says he'll take care of you, he'll really take care of you."

"Wanna take it out for a spin?" Sidney asked as he and Liam got off.

"I don't know. I've never ridden a motorcycle before."

"Well, there's an open field next to my property. Why don't I pick you boys up here tomorrow and I'll take you over to my place so you can get some practice?"

"Yeah, that sounds great. Jeremy, are you in?"

"Sure, sounds like fun."

Liam gave me that sexy smile again. "While Sidney's off giving Jordan his private lessons, I'm sure you and I can find other ways to keep ourselves … entertained."

(Gulp)

"Heh heh." I could feel myself blushing. "So um, how was Saturday night?" I asked distractedly with a nervous smile.

"Ooooh child," Sidney said fanning himself with his hand. "Let me tell you honey, this creamboy here has the stamina of a Clydesdale. Mmm, mmm, mmm."

"Well, Sidney here has a certain prominent feature of a Clydesdale himself. Almost got it stuck in my mouth too. Arty had to bat off to add some lubricant and it still wouldn't budge. Had to wait for a sneeze to finally get the sucker out. Fair dinkum mate."

Sidney covered his face with his hands and started giggling. Then he started laughing louder. "Shut up, you. Not so loud or you're gonna get me arrested."

Liam just stared at me with that irresistible sexy smile again.

(Friday afternoon in route to the hotel)

I held on tight to Jordan's waist as he maneuvered through the streets and sidewalks trying his best not to run over anyone. We had spent several hours yesterday at Sidney's house learning how to ride the dirt bike. Liam had attempted to get me alone inside the house but Jordan had insisted that we also learn how to ride the bike. I think he had somehow sensed what Liam was trying to do. As tempted as I was to just give in to my urges, I didn't want to hurt Jordan's feelings. But still, it was so hard to resist those powerful temptations from all the flirting Liam was unleashing on me.

Jordan seemed to be getting the hang of taking control of the bike, but there were still a few hair-raising moments when I thought we were going to crash or run over someone. I gave out a big sigh of relief when we finally made it to the hotel.

"Hey, thanks for picking me up from school."

"Hey, anytime dude. This is like extra practice for me. Besides, you said Conner hasn't been showing up at school. You never know if he might be lurking around waiting to ambush you on your way home. Hey, how's your new cell phone working out? Are you still keeping it secret from your uncle?"

"Yeah, for now. I'm sure glad you talked me into getting one of these. I never knew how easy it was to get these working. It has internet and everything."

Jordan had purchased one of those pay as you go phones and had convinced me to get myself one to make it easier for us to keep in contact with each other. Now that we were rich and all. It sure made it easy for us to find each other at school when he went to pick me up.

As soon as me and Jordan stepped into the hotel room, Jordan went straight into the restroom. My phone started ringing and it took me a moment to figure out how to answer it.

"Hello."

It was Erik. "Jeremy, you're all set."

"Really? You mean I can stay until tomorrow?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah. Kevin called your dad and asked if you and him could crash at my place. He'll think you're with us the whole night."

"That's awesome. Thanks Erik. I owe you one."

"Hey, I got your back bro. Later dawg."

I hung up the phone and just stood there with a wide grin. I can't wait to tell Jordan. I get to spend the night with him – the whole night. Imagine all the things we're gonna be able to do with each other. I can't wait.

The phone started ringing again. Maybe Erik forgot to tell me something. "Hello."

It was Sidney. "Jeremy, is Jordan with you?"

"Yeah, he's in the bathroom. Why?"

"Go turn on the TV and put it on channel 6. Hurry."

"Hold on." I ran to the large screen TV hanging on the wall and turned it on to the local news. The scrolling letters said something about some fugitive who had escaped when the police tried to serve an arrest warrant at his house. Then they put a large picture of the guy on the screen. I took an involuntary step back and dropped my phone on the carpet as I stared open-mouthed at the menacing face of Norman. I could hear Sidney's voice calling out to me from the phone on the carpet. I quickly picked it up again.

"Jeremy. Jeremy, are you there?"

"Sorry Sidney. I'm gonna have to call you back."

I closed my eyes and tried to block all those flashbacks of when Norman had me hanging by my wrists inside his storage. I ran and started pounding on the restroom door.

"Jordan! Jordan, get out here quick! Hurry!"

I ran back to the TV. My eyes were glued to the screen. Jordan quickly came out drying his hands. "What happened? What's the matter?"

"Look! Look, it's Norman," I said pointing to the screen.

Jordan's jaw dropped to the floor as he came closer to the TV. Jordan put his hand over his forehead and started breathing harder. I looked back at the screen and realized what he was looking at. There was a lady crying and being questioned by the cops out in the front lawn. That was Norman's house. The captions said the cops were executing a search warrant.

"Jordan … is that your mom?"

Jordan looked exasperated. "Yeah but what the hell is she doing there at his house? They always stay at our house." As soon as the segment was over, Jordan looked at me. "Jeremy, I have to go over there and find out what's going on. Would you mind walking home by yourself? I might be a little late and I don't want you getting in trouble."

"My uncle thinks I'm spending the night at Erik's house but I'm gonna stay here with you. Come on, I'll go with you."

(In route to Jordan's house)

I wrapped my arms around Jordan's waist as we headed over to his house on the dirt bike. I was feeling sad and worried, wondering if we were headed into some kind of turning point in our lives. Will Jordan be staying with his mom? Will this make it harder for us to see each other?

And what happens when dad comes home and we're back together again? How will Jordan fit into all this? Will dad want Jordan back? Will he be wanting to spend the night with my dad in his room while I have my ear to the wall wondering what's going on? I'm screwed. However this turns out, I'm gonna be screwed.

We turned into Jordan's neighborhood and arrived at his house just after his mom had drove up to the driveway. He waited until his mom got out of the car.

"Mom!"

His mom turned to look at him. Jordan just waited expectantly. His mom slammed the door shut and stormed to the front door without saying a word or even acknowledging him.

"Mom!" Jordan shouted louder. "Jeremy, wait here."

Jordan got off and cautiously walked over to his mom where she was having trouble unlocking the front door. "Mom?"

Suddenly she snapped her head around and glared at him. "You did this, didn't you? You did this!" she screamed. "How could you do this to me? He was a nice man. He was a gentle man. Why, Jordan? Why would you say all these lies about him?"

Jordan looked aghast. "What?! But mom, how can you say that? He was hurting me. He kept hurting me over and over again and he wouldn't stop. Mom, he was raping me! He was …"

"Stop it! Stop it!" she screamed covering her ears. "They're all lies. He would never do something like that to you and you know it. You never gave him a chance."

"Mom, please," Jordan said dropping to his knees and pleading with his hands. "Mom, I wanna come home … pleeease!" he pleaded with his mouth trembling with emotion. "I need you. You have to believe me. I have proof. You don't even know what happened, but I can prove it to you."

"Save it. I don't believe you Jordan. Whatever you have, you must've made it up. All I know is that Norman and I were engaged. We were gonna get married. He would've been a loving father to you. And now you've ruined it. You've ruined everything!" she screamed. "Get out of here Jordan. I can't deal with you right now. You've been able to take care of yourself all this time so just go."

"No mom, nooo!" Jordan cried with tears streaming down.

"Get out of here! Now!" His mom unlocked her door, stepped inside and slammed the door shut.

I jumped off the bike and ran to him. Jordan was on his knees crying loudly. I didn't know what to do. I looked around and saw some of the neighbors outside trying to see what was going on. What do I do? I just hugged him from behind and started crying too.

Jordan abruptly shoved me off and angrily headed over to his bike.

"Jordan, what are you doing? Where are you going?"

Jordan turned to me with an anguished face. "I'm sorry Jeremy. I'm really sorry," he said as he kick-started the bike and took off at high speeds.

"Sorry about what?!" I screamed trying not to panic. "Jordan come back! What are you gonna do?!"

I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed Sidney's number. "Sidney," I whimpered not being able to stop myself from crying. "Sidney, Jordan's in trouble. Help me!"

Chapter 20
On the Edge

(City park next to the woods)

"Jeremy, are you sure about this? Let me come with you." Sidney said as I stepped out of his car.

"I need to do this on my own. I'm pretty sure he's around here. Thanks for coming for me right away Sidney."

"Well alright. But I'm gonna wait here for a while. If something happens and you need help, just call me okay?"

I kneeled on the seat and gave him a hug. "Thank you, Sidney."

"You're welcome hon. Go find your friend."

I walked through the woods not knowing if he was even gonna be there. It was just a hunch, but I couldn't think of anywhere else he might've gone to. I noticed some tracks on the ground that could've been made by his dirt bike which gave me some hope.

There he was, sitting all alone on the ground in front of the scorched skeleton of the trailer he had called his hiding place. A place he had called home. I sighed with relief that he hadn't done anything to hurt himself. He looked so sad and lonely. I could tell he was crying. I could feel myself getting emotional, but I fought it away. I needed to have a clear head right now.

"What are you doing here?" he asked sniffling.

"Jordan, I came to find you. I was worried about you."

"Just go away."

"No."

Jordan got up on his feet and started pacing. "I can't believe my mother was gonna marry that fucking bastard. Do you realize what that means Jeremy? He would've been my fucking stepfather." He fell on his knees and started crying harder. "That bastard has taken everything from me. He's taken my home. He's taken my life. And now he's taken even my mom," he wailed.

"I wanted to go home so bad Jeremy. I wanted it so bad I could taste it." He started heaving in sobs. "I was right there. I was right in front of my own window," he wailed. I ran to him in tears and wrapped my arms around him. "Why didn't she let me come home Jeremy? I wanna go home," he cried loudly. "I wanna go home."

"I know Jordan. I know." I said stroking his hair. "Everything's gonna be okay, I promise."

"No, it's not!" he screamed pushing himself away. "Why does everyone keep saying everything's gonna be okay? You don't know that! Look, I wanna be alone okay? Just go way Jeremy." Jordan turned away and started walking deeper into the woods.

"No. I'm coming with you whether you like it or not," I said pointedly as I started following him. I suddenly stopped when I started getting pelted by small pebbles that Jordan was throwing at me.

"Leave me alone!"

I stepped back and stumbled on something on the ground. At first, I had mistaken it for a small rock but after closer inspection, I noticed it was a small wooden box sticking halfway out of the ground. I gently pulled it out to inspect it. It had a lid with scorch marks on top. When I opened the lid, a faint tune started playing. It was a music box. The tune was playing slower and slower as it was winding down.

I looked at the inside of the lid and found a picture of Jordan and my dad making goofy faces. It was one of those pictures people take inside those photo booths at the mall. I pulled out the picture and looked at the back. It said 'Do you remember?' in my dad's handwriting.

I looked up and noticed I couldn't see Jordan anymore. I stuck the box in my pocket and started following him. The area looked familiar somehow. Then I heard the sound of water running. It was that small creek where I had found Jordan bathing himself the other day. I kept looking around as I got closer but I didn't see him anywhere. I went further up the rocky landscape and froze as I felt a cold chill going up my spine.

Jordan was sitting at the edge of rocky cliff overlooking a rocky stream far below. Oh my God, this can't be happening. I pulled out my phone to call Sidney, but I couldn't get a signal. I could hear him sobbing softly as he looked down. I can't let this happen.

I started walking as quietly as I could in hopes that I could sneak up on him and drag him away from that cliff before he could jump. I chose my steps carefully and delicately and I was making good progress.

"Don't come any closer Jeremy. I told you to go away."

Damn it, I was halfway there. I was so scared that I didn't even think about getting emotional. "Jordan, come on. Why are you doing this?"

"I've lost everything. Everything."

"But you haven't lost me."

"But I'm still homeless! Don't you understand?"

"Then come stay with us. You can come live with me and my dad when he gets out."

"Why, so they can throw him back to prison? How is that gonna look Jeremy? He went to prison cause people thought he molested me and now you want us to live in the same house? Are you listening to yourself?"

"Then we'll think of something else." I started getting emotional and fought to keep my tears away. "Please don't do this Jordan. I need you. I … I love you. Even if you don't say it back it doesn't make me love you any less. Please don't do this to me Jordan."

"Jeremy, I can't go back to being homeless. Just leave. I don't want you to see this."

"See what? See you jump and kill yourself? Damn it Jordan," I said angrily. "I risked my life to save your ass from that burning trailer remember? Remember? You told me you found the courage and the strength to get out of there because you didn't want to die. And now you wanna die on purpose? I know you have that strength and that courage inside of you. You just have to find it again."

"I said go away," he said tearfully.

"NO! I'm not going away okay? How did it feel when your mom told you to go away huh? That's how you're making me feel." I fell down to my knees. "I don't want you to die Jordan. I can't live without you. If you don't do it for yourself, then do it for me. If you die, you'll break my heart into little pieces and I won't be able to put them back together. I wouldn't have a reason to live either. That means that if you jump, then I'm jumping after you. If you die, I die with you. I swear to God I'll do it."

"I don't believe you. You won't jump."

"Well there's only one way we can test that theory isn't there?"

"Well then, we die together," he said sadly.

"Wait! Wait," I pleaded as he was getting ready to jump off. "There's one more thing." I pulled out the box from my pocket, I winded up the instrument, and opened the lid. The tune started playing softly and melodically. "If you won't do it for me, then do it for my father. How do you think he's gonna feel when he gets out of prison and finds both of us gone? You know he's gonna blame himself. He might just as well climb up here and jump himself."

Jordan started crying again as the tune kept playing and he slowly got himself on his feet. My heart skipped a beat dreading the possibility that he might jump. He slowly walked towards me and grabbed the music box out of my hand. He started stroking it tenderly and gently tried wiping the soot from the lid. Then he wrapped his arms around me and cried loudly into my chest as we both fell on our knees.

I felt a great sense of relief wash over my entire body. I had never felt so emotionally exhausted. I looked out over the cliff just in time to see the sun dipping over the horizon. What would I have done if he had actually jumped? As much as I tried, I couldn't come up with an answer. I was just glad that we hadn't gotten the opportunity to test that theory.

We slowly walked down the hill and made it back to the patch of scorched earth with the now destroyed trailer. Jordan scooped up some dirt in his hand and let it drop slowly between his fingers in the middle of the skeletal frame. "Goodbye old friend," he whispered.

I walked over to the dirt bike. "Come on. I'll get us back to the hotel."

Jordan didn't protest as he climbed on behind me and held on as I clumsily tried to maneuver ourselves out of the woods. Sidney was still waiting for us at the park. Bless his heart. After a brief conversation, he offered to clear a path for us with his car back to the hotel. I felt really nervous wondering if I was gonna be able to get us back without crashing. It would've been ironic keeping Jordan from going over that cliff only to get us killed in some traffic accident.

I told Sidney I would tell him what happened later and waved him off as he drove away. As soon as we walked into the hotel room, Jordan went straight to the small refrigerator and pulled out a six pack of wine coolers. He opened one up and went to sit down on the carpet leaning against the bed. Then he chugged the whole thing down in one go.

I was about to ask him how he had gotten these, but I guess with ten thousand dollars, he could've found many ways. Jordan grabbed another bottle, opened it up and handed it to me. I looked at it wondering if I should take it or not. I had never had a single drop of alcohol in my entire life. What the hell? I'll count this as another first. I sat down across from him and took a sip. Wow. This is really good. I was pleasantly surprised at the sweet taste. It tasted like juice. I was so thirsty that I drank it all up almost as fast as Jordan. We both opened up another bottle and gulped it down.

He stared at the carpet looking depressed. He hadn't said a word since we were in the woods. I didn't know what to say. He slowly got up and dropped himself face down across on the bed. I got up and lied down next to him. I slowly reached out with my hand and brushed his fingers and his palm. Then he clasped his fingers into mine. He turned his head to look at me. We just stared at each other for a while without saying anything.

"You lied," he said softly.

"What?" I hope he's not trying to start another argument. I'm too tired for this.

"You lied. You said that if I ever thought of dying on you that you would kick me in the nuts really hard. You lied."

I took a deep breath and smiled as I brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Who says I won't." I leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss. "Besides, if I remember correctly, you said you'd rather I do something else with your nuts remember?"

I put my hands on his face and stared into his sad soulful eyes. I brushed his cheeks and kissed him again. He just stared at me as if trying to look into my soul. He slowly leaned into me and touched his nose against mine. He gave me a soft gentle kiss. Then he kissed me again a little bit harder. Pretty soon we were both Frenching each other as we started getting more and more passionate.

I reached down and pulled off his shirt before pulling off mine. I pressed my chest against his as I kept kissing him. This felt different somehow. Before, it was always someone else who was kissing me, seducing me, undressing me, having sex with me. I've always been on the receiving end, waiting to see what was gonna be done with me.

Now I felt myself wanting to take control. This wasn't one of those unplanned sexual encounters like when Erik caught me jacking off in my room or like when me and Jordan had sex with Arty at the store. This was planned and I'm the one who had planned it. I'm the one who arranged for me to spend a whole night with Jordan in this room knowing exactly what I wanted us to do. Was this the assertiveness Erik was trying to teach me? Let's find out. I pushed Jordan down on the bed and straddled him. I undid his jeans and started pulling them off a little aggressively.

I undid my own jeans and pulled everything off. I looked at Jordan's naked body hungrily and straddled him again. I leaned down and started Frenching him again as I pressed my boner against his. Then I pulled myself back and positioned myself to give him a blow job. My first blow job. I was determined to making tonight a long list of firsts. I just grabbed Jordan's sizzling hot boner and stuck it in my mouth.

This was better than I had imagined. There was no gagging or anything. I started wondering why this was so arousing. Then I realized that the arousals were not based on Jordan's dick stimulating my mouth. It was more about my mouth stimulating Jordan's dick. So that's how it works. I'm getting aroused by wanting to get Jordan aroused.

I was feeling so horny right now and I just loved playing with his balls as I kept sucking him off. I loved hearing his moans knowing that I was the one making him do it. I remember when Conner had me pinned down in the restroom and almost convinced me to give him a blow job. I'm sure glad I waited for this.

I pulled myself up and started Frenching him again. "I wanna fuck you Jordan," I said between Frenches.

"Are you sure? You've never fucked anyone before."

"Exactly. I've been waiting for you. You're the one who introduced me to sex and you told me you'd always be my first one. Now I want you to be my first fuck. Teach me."

"Hold on." Jordan reached over to the night stand and pulled out a small bottle of baby oil from the drawer. "Hello Mr. Johnsons. You get to help slick over here slip slide into home base."

"Slippery when wet?"

"You're catching on slick. Might as well put up the wet floor sign."

Jordan was finally coming out of his depression. Good. He turned over on his knees and pointed his butt at me. By now I had seen enough to know what to do. I rubbed some oil on my dick and then on his bum hole. When the tip of my boner touched his butt, it felt electrifying. I started pressing it in slowly wondering if I was doing it right. I could feel Jordan tensing up a little bit, but then he started relaxing. I closed my eyes at the warm sexual feelings going through my body. Oooh this is weird, but it feels so good. Yup, I must be doing it right. This is way better than jacking off.

Then we switched places. As I leaned down on my knees, I could feel the lubricant oozing down my scrotum as Jordan got ready to take his turn. He pressed the tip of his boner into my butt and I tensed up immediately.

"I'm gonna take it slow so just try to relax. If it gets too intense, let me know and I'll stop okay?"

I nodded my head as I pressed my face into the pillow. I could feel his dick sliding and slithering deeper inside of me. It felt painful but arousing at the same time.

"How you doing there dude?"

"Keep going," I gasped. I started relaxing a little bit more. The feelings started getting more intense as Jordan started thrusting rhythmically. I could hear his moaning mixed in with the sounds of his nuts slapping against my scrotum. After a while, I sat up on the bed leaning against the headboard and let Jordan suck me off. This was the second time Jordan had given me a blow job. I remember the first one vividly. It was when we were in that store with Arty. I remember thinking how much more enjoyable it would've been if I had been alone with Jordan. This one felt way better than the first time.

Jordan had me lie down and climbed on top of me. I could feel him kissing me slowly behind my ear and on my neck and shoulder. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we pressed our boners against each other. I stared up at the ceiling and marveled at the fact that for the first time, I wasn't looking at events as equations any more. I wasn't weighing one side of the equation with the other. This moment in time was as close to perfection as I had ever seen or felt.

I returned Jordan's affectionate stimulations and allowed this moment in time to be all consuming, all encompassing, just the two of us locked in a timeless bubble of pure passionate love. I wasn't in control anymore. Neither was Jordan. Our lovemaking flowed like a stream trying to find the path of least resistance. I felt an emotional connection to him like I had never felt before.

"I love you Jordan," I whispered in his ear. He didn't say it back. It stung a little, but I just let it go. I'm not going to let that ruin this almost perfect moment. Even if he doesn't say it, I can feel it. It's tangible. It's there. I've felt it for a while.

The lovemaking continued for what seemed like hours. Jordan had taught me so many different things and so many interesting positions which caused me to have the most powerful orgasm ever. We finally collapsed on the bed in pure exhaustion. It took a while for our breathing to come down to a normal rhythm. We just lied there on our backs staring up at the ceiling.

Jordan clasped his fingers into mine. "Hey, I think I'm ready for things to get complicated between us."

"Why does it have to be complicated?"

"Because I'm beginning to have feelings for you that I can't explain. As much as I've tried to keep myself unattached, you keep pulling me in with some unexplainable force."

"What's so complicated about that? Is it really unexplainable?"

"I guess not. Hey, thanks for staying with me and Sidney when he was teaching me how to ride the bike. I saw what Liam was trying to do and I know how persuasive he can be with that sexy smile. I would've been tempted myself."

"I wasn't tempted."

"You liar," he said as he started tickling me.

A few minutes later we were under the covers getting ready to fall asleep. As I was spooning Jordan, I relished the feeling of knowing that I was going to be holding him in my arms the whole night. I focused on how it felt to wedge my penis into his butt crack, how it felt to have his skin touching mine. I reached over and turned off the lamp.

"Good night Jordan," I said softly.

"Good night Jeremy."

He snuggled himself against me. I listened to the silence and I could hear him breathing. I could hear his heartbeat. I felt as if I had become a man. Well, maybe not a man, but maybe a little older and wiser. I had come a long way from that shy innocent boy I used to be. Of all the firsts in my list of firsts, tonight was by far the most memorable. It was almost perfect.

"Jeremy?"

"What is it Jordan?"

He paused for a moment. "I love you too."

I smiled warmly. Now it was perfect.

Epilogue

(Roadside diner, Saturday morning)

"Mmm, thanks for the breakfast Jordan. I was starving."

"Well we did work up a good appetite last night, didn't we? Next time it's gonna be your treat."

"Gee, I'll see if I can afford it." We looked at each other and laughed. I still wasn't sure what I was gonna do with all that money we got.

We walked into the trees where we could have some privacy. Jordan had decided to check himself out of the hotel. Before taking me home, he had invited me to go get some breakfast. I still wasn't sure what his plans were.

"I wish you wouldn't go," I said as I hugged him from behind.

"I just need to get away for a while and clear my head. And I need to find myself a new hiding place. It might take a while and I'm hoping I can find one somewhere close by."

"Why can't you just stay at the hotel?"

"Nah, I was starting to feel like a freeloader. Arty has been so wonderful with me but I need to stop sponging off of him. I need to start making my own decisions. Now that I have all this money and this bike, it'll be a lot easier for me."

"Well how about when my dad gets out? I'm pretty sure he'll want to help you out."

"Maybe after a while when all the dust settles."

"I'm sorry about your mom and how she treated you. You don't deserve any of this."

Jordan thought for a moment. "The funny thing is, I don't even feel like going home anymore. Isn't that weird?"

I hugged him tighter. Then he turned me around, pushed me against a tree and gave me a long sensuous and passionate kiss. "Thank you for coming for me Jeremy. Thank you for saving my life again."

"Would you really have jumped?"

"I don't know. Would you really have jumped after me?"

"I don't know. But I still owe you that kick in the nuts."

Jordan reached into his backpack and pulled out the music box. He winded it up and lifted the lid to make it play. "Thank you for finding this for me. Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything to hurt myself anymore," he said as he held the photo of him and my dad. "I'm sorry I took so long to show you how I really feel about you. Being homeless and all, I was afraid of letting myself get attached to someone I thought I wouldn't be able to keep."

"And now?"

"I've decided to keep you," he said with a smirk.

We listened to the tinkling of the soft melodious tune of the music box. I could still feel his sadness. I knew that Jordan was hurting deeply inside, and I was feeling guilty because I had gotten my wish of getting my dad back, but Jordan hadn't gotten his wish of going back home.

"What tune is that?"

"It's called Do You Remember?" He brushed the image of my dad with his finger. "I remember everything."

We started walking back to the dirt bike. "Ready to go home?"

"No. I was hoping I could spend the whole day with you."

"Then come with me."

"What? Are you serious? Didn't you say …"

Jordan put his finger on my lips. "Do you trust me?"

I stared into his beautiful eyes. "I trust you with my life Jordan."

"Come with me where dreams are born, and time is never planned," he said quoting Peter Pan as he held out his hand.

"Which way are we going? Second star on the right?"

A short gust of wind started blowing some autumn leaves into the air. "Wherever the wind takes us," he said with a confident smile.

Without hesitation and without any regrets, I put on the helmet and put my fate into Jordan's hands. I didn't even bother asking him how long we would be on the road or when we would be coming back. But I trusted him implicitly. Jordan was my protector and he was still my hero and I knew he wouldn't let anything happen to me or do anything to get me in trouble. I knew he'd bring me back before that happened.

Maybe I was being irresponsible by doing this or maybe I was just lost in love. But the thought of spending these extra couple of days with him exploring the country side and exploring more of each other without anyone telling us what to do or where to go or what time I need to go to bed, that was freedom like I had never felt before. I had never felt so alive and unrestricted.

I tightened my grip around his waist and rested my head against his back as we followed the currents of the wind on the wooded highway heading towards places unknown where time was never planned.

Even more perfect. 

The End