Sasuke Sarutobi

A Simple Plan

Chapter 1

Devon had been scheming to see Jason naked since the beginning of the summer. Just after they passed the fifth grade, Jason had come over to play in Devon's pool. Jason had worn a pair of bright orange trunks. He'd been practicing his flip dive when he hit the water at an odd angle and his trunks came right off.

Devon got an eyeful of Jason's wood.

Jason laughed it off as he climbed out of the pool and reached for his trunks. But Devon couldn't take his eyes off of Jason's dick. He's never seen another boy's dick before, let alone one uncut, and he was totally amazed. There one was in all its glory. Jason didn't have any hairs around his dick. To Devon's twelve-year-old eyes Jason's dick looked a little smaller than his own, maybe about two and half inches [6½ cm], though Devon figured the water had shrunk it a little. Water traced down Jason's smooth stomach, glistening off his brown skin like he was covered in Christmas tree lights.

Jason slapped his bare ass before slipping his shorts. He paid no attention to Devon' staring. For the rest of the summer Devon had tried to figure out a way to see Jason's dick again, but he just couldn't think of anything other than flat out asking him. But that wasn't a good choice. Even though he and Jason had been friends for a long time, ever since the third grade, he couldn't ask that. Boys just don't ask their best friends to see their dicks.

Devon promised himself that his plan would go down today before school started. There was no way he wasn't going to see Jason's dick before the start of sixth grade. And even though the new school year was only two weeks away, Devon had the perfect cover. His dad had just bought an Xbox 360. That would get Jason over for sure. Both boys were Halo fanatics, although Devon's dad beat them in it all the time. Devon knew Jason couldn't resist, and he kind of felt stupid for not thinking of the plan sooner.

Devon waited until Friday to begin his plan. Jason had tried out for the junior varsity basketball team. The try-outs always began a few weeks before school so that they could play before winter came. Devon waited for Jason just outside their school. The building was very old. Devon's dad had gone there and so had his grandfather. The whole building looked like it should be thrown down. The lawn, however, was perfect. Devon wondered why the school had paid to clean up the sidewalks and fix the cracks in the streets but hadn't done anything about the windows that wouldn't open on the second floor.

Before he could get further lost in thought, Devon spotted Jason coming out of the side door to his right. Jason headed down the block towards the bus stop.

"Hey, Jay," Devon shouted jogging after him. "Wait up."

Jason slowed down and waited for Devon to catch up. Jason was about a half foot [15 cm] taller than Devon, although Devon had darker skin and curlier hair. Both boys were letting their hair grow out. It was another bet they had going: whose hair grew back the fastest. Every two weeks they'd pull a hair and measure it. So far, Jason was winning.

"You wanna come over today?" Devon asked as Jason started walking again.

"Can't," Jason said. He pulled a bottle of Powerade from his gym bag and took a sip. He offered it to Devon.

"How come?" Devon asked. He gulped down some of the Powerade, but gagged a little. The aftertaste was awful. He handed the bottle back to Jason.

"Eh, my mom's friend is supposed to drop something off later. I don't know if she's coming before or after my mom gets in."

"That's too bad. My dad just got a 360, but I gu…"

Jason grabbed Devon by the shirt. "You're lyin'!"

Devon put up his hands coolly and smiled. "Naw. Got it on Monday."

"Why ain't you say nothing?"

"I wanted to wait so I could kick your ass in Halo."

"Hmph," Jason grunted as he let Devon go. "Only thing you'll do is get treated."

Devon turned the corner towards his block. He didn't live that far from the school. "Well, I guess we'll never know, huh?"

"Yeah, right!" Jason shouted, following after Devon.

"Thought you had to go home?"

"Fuck that," Jason said. "I gotta whoop you real quick. Don't worry. It won't take long."

Devon rubbed his nose. "If you so badass then, why don't we bet."

"Bet what?" Jason asked. The boys headed towards a house with large windows. There were a couple of stairs leading to the front door, with the garage off to the right. Devon's dad had repainted the house to a decent white. It had been dark brown before. The boys went in. Jason dropped his bag just inside the doorway.

Devon's house wasn't as large as it looked from the outside. The kitchen and back door were visible from the front door. The living room was just off to the left and dining room was a little ways back and to the right. There was a staircase just inside the door on the right up to Devon's and his dad's bedrooms.

Devon led Jason to the living room where the Xbox 360 sat with several still unopened games scattered around it. Devon's dad had shelled out quite a few bucks to get a nice surround sound system and decent furniture. The trade off had been that he hadn't bought anything to sit their 42-inch [107 cm] Plasma screen TV, so they used an old cart.

"Damn!" Jason said. He fished through the games. "Your dad must've won the lottery or something."

"Naw," Devon answered as he kicked off his shoes. "He was saving up for it. You know how he's gotta have every system."

"Alright then," Jason said as he turned on the television. "What's the bet?"

This was the moment of truth. Devon's heart raced. For a moment, he almost blurted out "Your clothes." But he managed to calm down enough to say, "Best of eleven." Jason stared at him. "Every time you lose," Devon continued, "you give up one of your clothes. Whoever loses the most games has to give them all up."

Jason was dead silent, but he kept staring. Devon's eyebrow began to itch. It always did that when he got nervous.

Crap, he thought. He won't do it. He thinks I'm gay.

Jason cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips. "How about three out of five?" Now Devon was staring at Jason. "Lose one and you lose your shirt," Jason explained. "And that includes undershirts. Lose two and you lose your pants. Underwear, too."

"What about socks?" Devon added. Jason answered by pulling off his shoes and socks. He tossed them at Devon.

"You in?" Jason said.

Devon threw the socks back at Jason and picked up the Halo 2 box. "Get a controller, bitch."

Jason smiled and picked up one of the controllers. "Can't call me a bitch 'til you win, trick."

Devon put the game in and plopped down on the floor next to Jason. Devon's dad had just got their TV only a few months ago. Even though the picture looked great no matter where Devon sat, he still sat about two feet [60 cm] from the television. Jason cooed in amazement at the graphics as the game loaded.

"It's like 3D!" he said.

"Yeah," Devon said. "How you wanna do this? Just kill each other?"

"Yeah. I'm itching to pop you in the head."

Devon set up the match. "You got ten minutes then," he said as he set the time limit. He figured this would be enough to get Jason too into the game to care about stripping.

"Load it, trick," Jason said.

Devon started the match. The map was so large that they spent the first four minutes just trying to find each other. By the end they'd only managed to damage each other a little. For the next match, Devon chose a smaller map, one he knew very well. The ten minutes flew by as Jason tried desperately to get off a shot. But Devon had mastered this map playing against his dad. When the match ended, Jason had seven kills. Devon had eighteen.

Devon turned to Jason. "Well…" he said.

Jason grunted and pouted. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his wonderfully smooth stomach and chest. "I get to choose the level this time," he said.

Devon laughed and let him choose. He figured Jason would try for a map Devon didn't play often. But Devon had been practicing since he came up with the idea. He didn't know every map like the back of his hand, but he knew most of them well enough to know were the kickass weapons were.

The second match started. For a moment Devon was in the lead. But then Jason managed to get one of the secret weapons Devon had hoped he didn't know about, and it was over. Devon managed 10 kills. Jason got sixteen.

"Show me your nipples, trick!" Jason said. Devon pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. He wasn't as fit as Jason. He had a little belly, but nothing big enough to make him look fat.

"My turn," Devon said. The next match was it. Whoever lost would have to strip down to his skin. Devon didn't really care it Jason saw him naked, but he really wanted to see Jason. So his only bet was to go for broke. After that last match, he didn't want to gamble on Jason being prepared for a level, so Devon set the map to random.

"Let's see you win now," he said as the match started.

That had to be the hardest match Devon had ever played. They were killing each other ruthlessly. Jason managed to get the sword, snuck up on Devon and shanked him in the back. The deaths mounted until the end. Devon had never been so nervous in his life. When the numbers came up, both boys gasped.

They were dead even.

Neither of them said anything. They went for another match, this time picking the smallest map. Devon got so caught up in it that he forgot about the bet and seeing Jason's dick. He just wanted Jason's head. There was no way he was going to let Jason punk him after having practiced for nearly a week. The minutes flew by and when the final score came up, Devon dropped his remote. Devon had 24 kills. Jason had 32.

He'd lost.

"Ha!" Jason said, sitting on his knees. "Off with them pants, bitch!"

Devon turned to Jason in surprise. "It was your bet," Jason said. "Take 'em off!"

Devon wanted to protest, maybe have a best out of seven round, but there was no point. They'd played and he'd lost, so he pulled off his pants.

"Shorts, too," Jason added. He has a sinister grin on his face and his eyes were locked on Devon's crotch. Devon began to pull his shorts down slowly, feeling his dick pulse with blood and nervousness. Not only was he going to be naked, but now he was going to have a boner! But as he pulled them down, he saw that Jason's pants were tented. It looked like Jason was deliberately leaning forward to try to hide it. So Devon stopped.

"Hey, I didn't say stop!" Jason said. "Remember, this was your idea."

"What's in your pants?" Devon said. Jason blushed. It was just barely visible on his dark skin.

"What?"

"You heard me. What's going on in your pants?"

"Why you wanna know?"

"Why're you hard?"

Jason froze. Devon resisted smiling. He had him.

"I'm not…" Jason stammered.

"Stand up then." Devon said. Jason sat still. "Come on. Stand up. Or are you trying to hide something?"

Jason sat still a bit longer, but finally stood. Devon could clearly see Jason's rock hard dick poking in his pants.

"There," Jason said. "Happy?"

Devon smiled and slipped off his shorts. His dick wasn't fully hard yet, but it was hard enough to stick out from his body. He had a little tuff of hair just over his dick. As he stepped out of his shorts, his four-inch [10 cm] dick flopped side to side. He faced Jason and then sat down.

"Well?" Devon said.

"Well what?"

"You still got on your pants and shorts. I wanna see you lose 'em!"

Jason sat down and picked up the controller. "But you're already nekkid. You ain't got nothing to lose."

"Well, what if you ever loses has to do whatever the other one says?"

Jason cocked a smile. "Whatever?"

"Yeah."

"Alright then."

"Two outta three though," Devon added. Jason shrugged and loaded up a map. The matches went by fast. Devon had no problem concentrating despite being naked. But Jason kept glancing over at Devon, so he ended up losing twice in a row.

"Oops!" Devon laughed.

Jason sat back. "So what should I do?"

"Well," Devon said, "take off your pants and shorts. I don't wanna be the only one naked."

Jason unzipped his pants and kicked them off. He was still hard. When he pulled off his shorts, his dick popped out. Devon couldn't take his eyes off it. It wasn't as long as he expected. Looked about three and a half inches [9 cm] and curled up instead of down like Devon's. Plus, Jason still didn't have any hairs. Devon marveled at the way Jason's foreskin rolled over his dick's head. He wanted to pull it back over it to see what would happen, but just kept staring.

"Can't believe you're bigger than me," Jason said. "And you got hair."

Devon smiled. "Come closer." Jason did as he was told. He sat just a few inches away from Devon. From that distance, Devon could smell the sweet musk of Jason's sweat. He could feel his dick growing to its full hardness.

"Can I touch it?" Devon asked. He was kind of surprised he blurted out the question, but Jason seemed cool with it.

"You won," Jason said. "Do whatever you want."

Devon sat on his knees and scooted closer. Jason spread his legs wider so that their dicks were practically touching. He reached down and rubbed the shaft a little. Then Jason's dick jumped. Devon pulled his hand back.

"What?" Jason laughed. "It's not gonna bite."

"Bitch!" Devon said pushing Jason. He wrapped his hand around Jason's dick and rubbed it in his palm. It felt just like his, only a lot softer and smoother. Jason didn't have as many veins on his dick yet. It throbbed in Devon's hand he worked his fingers around the head. He pulled the foreskin just like he had wanted and sure enough it slowly rolled back down Jason's dick. Devon stroked his way down to Jason's balls. They were like little gumballs cupped in lotion. Devon leaned close enough so that their dicks touched. Both boys laughed and did it again.

"Can I touch you?" Jason said. Devon nodded. Jason slipped his hand around Devon's dick.

"Feels like one of my fingers," Jason said. He rubbed his thumb around the head. "Except more bumpy." Devon shook from the intense wave of pleasure that ran through his body. Sometimes at night he'd rub his dick until it felt like he had to pee and then would stop. Other times he'd pump his bed or pillow until he got the same feeling. But it felt totally different, and better, having someone else make it happen.

"Wanna try something?" Jason offered.

"Okay," Devon said, though he really didn't want to stop. Jason stood and pulled Devon to his feet. He got very close and pulled open his foreskin. Devon was completely mystified. He's never seen anything like that before. Jason managed to slip some of his foreskin over Devon's dick.

"How'd you do that?" Devon asked.

"It stretches," Jason said as he rubbed their dicks together. Every time Jason rubbed his hand up Devon's dick, Devon wanted to shove it further into his palm. Pretty soon, the two were fucking Jason's palm. Devon could feel his piss hole rubbing against Jason's. It felt odd and yet good. He pumped harder to prove it. Meanwhile, Jason held Devon's dick tightly in his foreskin. He seemed just as into it as Devon, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth a bit as he pumped away.

Suddenly, Devon heard a smacking sound. He stopped and pulled away. A thin, clear stream of liquid hung from his dick back to Jason's.

"What the fuck is that!?" Devon shouted.

"Chill," Jason said, stroking his dick. "Watch." His stroked for a bit and then squeezed his dick. More clear stuff seeped out. His pulled it away with his fingers and held it up.

"Cool, huh?"

"I can't do that," Devon said. Jason cocked an eyebrow.

"Sure you can," he said taking Devon's dick in his hand. He stroked it evenly, pulling just slightly. Devon had never felt anything that good before in his life. Jason ran his hand up and down Devon's dick, working in a little twist now and then.

"Look," Jason said holding his hand up. There was clear stuff on his hand.

Devon looked down. "That's yours."

"Nu-uh. Squeeze it."

Devon did and sure enough more came out. He scooped it in his fingers just as Jason had done.

"Wanna see something cool?" Jason asked. Devon nodded. "Lay down."

Devon laid down on the floor. Jason got on his knees and hovered over Devon's stomach. Jason pulled the foreskin on his dick back and stroked it furiously. His balls jerked up and down, slapping against his knuckles. Devon lay there smiling at the view. He'd never thought he'd ever get to see Jason's dick again, and yet there his best friend was playing with himself.

Jason pumped harder. Little streams of the clear stuff splashed down on Devon's chest. He didn't really mind, but it felt kind of weird all the same. Suddenly, Jason leaned forward.

"Sit up," he said. Devon did as he was told. He was about a foot [30 cm] from Jason's dick. A thin stream of white stuff shot out of Jason's dick and landed on Devon's chest. Two more spurts came out. They were warm and gooey. A bit of it ran all the way down to Devon's dick.

"Holy Shit!" Devon said.

"Bet you can't do that!" Jason said as he brought his hand to his mouth. He licked the white stuff that got on his hand off.

"Eww!" Devon grunted. "You eat it?"

"It's mine," Jason said. "Try it."

"No way."

"Not with mines," Jason said squeezing more white stuff out of his dick. His licked it off his palm. "With your's."

"I can't do that, though."

"Just try it!" Jason said. Devon leaned wrapped his hand around his dick and began jerking.

"Go faster," Jason said. Devon sped up his strokes. More clear stuff came out of his dick. He didn't bother trying to taste it. He wanted to see if he could make the white stuff come out. Waves of new sensations fled throughout his body. His dick jumped in his hand from pleasure. It felt almost like he was about to pee.

Then he heard the sound of a car door slamming. Both boys turned towards the door.

"My dad!" Devon said.

Chapter 2

"Come on!" Devon said as he grabbed his clothes. Jason did the same. They ran towards the hallway, but Jason went for the stairs

"He'll see," Devon said. His dad's keys jingled outside the front door. Devon went for the closet right behind the staircase. It was just big enough for Devon to fit in without bumping his head. Jason crammed in there with him. They scrambled to put on their clothes.

"Wait," Devon whispered. "What do I do with all that stuff you squirted on me?"

"Wipe it on something," Jason said. He fumbled with his shorts in the dark and kept bumping into Devon.

"He'll find it."

"Here," Jason said reaching out. "Where are you?"

"Not so loud! I'm here." Devon reached touched Jason's arm. Jason moved in close, rubbing his hand down Devon's arm to his chest. He found Devon's chest and leaned in.

"Don't move," whispered Jason. Devon stood still as Jason licked his own cum off of Devon's chest. It didn't take him long to lick up the bigger globs. His tongue traced over Devon's nipple, lapping up every bit until Devon's dark-skinned body was clean. Jason followed the parts that had rolled down Devon's body and even licked up the bit that had drifted down into Devon's pubes. A bit was on Devon's dick, and he felt the quick tap of Jason's tongue checking to make sure he got it all.

"There," Jason said. Devon slipped on his shorts and pants and pulled on his shirt. He had cut the tag from it when he first got it because it scratched the back of his, so he didn't know if he had his shirt on right.

Suddenly the closet door opened. Both boys stood there shocked. Devon's dad stared down at their surprised faces. Devon wondered how long his dad had stood outside the door. Had he heard what they were doing?

"What are you doing in here?" Devon's dad asked. He had a soft voice, but it was just deep enough to give a commanding presence. He was a little darker than Devon and more slim than muscular.

"Hiding," Devon said. At least he didn't lie. That was about the only thing his dad would whip him for.

His dad stepped away so the boys could get out. "Well, if you're going to hide, don't hide where I can find you. And what did I tell you about leaving your shoes on the floor like that?"

Devon sheepishly scurried back to the living room. He grabbed his shoes and Jason's. Jason picked up his socks.

"Let's go upstairs." Devon said.

"You can keep playing if you want," Devon's dad called from the kitchen.

Jason shook his head. "Shi…" he started, then remembered Devon's dad was home. "Shoot! I forgot to call my mom. She's probably freaking out. I gotta go."

Jason put on his shoes, tucked the socks in his pocket and grabbed his bag. "See you tomorrow," he said as he left. Devon followed him to the door. "And only first wins count, trick!"

Devon's dad cooked hamburgers and fries that night. Devon loved watching his dad cook. His dad wasn't the greatest chef, but he always made it look fun and let Devon help whenever he wanted.

"So how'd Jay like the 360?" Devon's dad asked as he sat a plate in front of Devon. He pushed the ketchup over and sat down at the table. Devon squirted huge globs of ketchup on his burger and all over his fries. The sound reminded him of Jason's balls slapping against his knuckles. It made Devon smile.

"He liked it," Devon said. He took a bite of the burger.

"Good. Maybe when he comes over tomorrow we can do a little co-op."

"He'll kill you, dad," Devon said through a mouthful of burger.

"We'll see. I talked to your mom today."

Devon lost his smile. He hated hearing about his mother. He didn't even really know her. She and his dad had split. His dad got him because his mother worked for the state and was constantly moving from place to place. Devon kind of remembered her, but all he really knew about her was that she was forever busy and rarely listened to him when they talked on the phone. She talked down to him, something his dad never did. It was like she didn't want to be bothered with Devon even though she called him.

"She wants to see you soon," Devon's dad said. "Maybe take you for the holidays."

Devon almost choked. He quickly swallowed his burger. "No way!" he protested. "I don't wanna go! I wanna stay here."

His dad shook his head. "I didn't say you had to stay with her. She just wants to see you."

"Why?"

"Because she's your mother," his dad said sternly. Devon pouted but didn't say anything else. They were silent for a while, then his dad spoke. "Look, I know you guys don't get along, but she's going to be here this Thanksgiving and you should at least spend some time with her. You haven't seen her in almost two years. If you don't like it, you can always call me. I'll come get you right away."

"Can I call you now?" Devon said.

His dad playfully punched him in the arm. "You haven't even gone yet! Besides, you mi…"

Suddenly the lights went out. "Son of a bitch!" Devon's dad said. He went to down to the basement. "Are they back on?" he called.

"No." Devon heard his dad swear again. The lights popped back on. "Yeah, they're on," Devon shouted. But something didn't seem right. Devon listened for a moment. Nothing. He walked into the living room and listened again. He didn't hear anything. He headed over to the AC vent and placed his hand in front of it. Nothing. He flicked the vents back and forth. Still nothing.

"Dad!" His dad came in and rolled his eyes.

"I knew it!" his dad said. "I knew this would happen as soon as I bought that system. Shit! It's supposed to be in the nineties tomorrow."

"You gonna take the 360 back?" Devon asked.

"Hell no!" Devon wasn't expecting that kind of response, but then his dad was a gamer. They only thing that had stopped his dad from buying the system when it first came out was the retiling job he had to do when the upstairs bathroom flooded.

"So what do we do now?"

"Eat a lot of ice cream."

Later that night, Devon lay in his bed thinking about Jason's dick and what they'd done. Since they didn't have any fans, his dad had suggested that Devon sleep in just his underwear to stay cool. Devon opted to lay naked over his sheets. He used to do that when he was little. His dad slept naked all the time. Devon couldn't see how his dad did it. Devon always felt a little cold without at least shorts on.

But at the moment the only thing on Devon's mind was his bet with Jason. His dick was rock hard and as he thought about Jason shooting that white stuff all over his chest, Devon stroked his dick. Jason had said Devon should be able to do it too, but his dad had come home before Devon could try.

Well, Devon thought, now's a good time. He got up and checked his door to make sure it was closed and then lay back down. He gently rubbed his smooth dick until the clear stuff formed again. It took a lot less time than before. He was still surprised Jason had tasted it. Even though he was kind of disgusted by it, Devon couldn't help wondering what it tasted like. He rubbed and pumped until enough of it was there to run down his finger and he lifted it up. In the moon light it looked like glitter. He licked it a little, but he couldn't taste anything, so he stuck his finger in his mouth. It surprisingly tasted kind of sweet. It reminded him of Now and Laters, Devon's favorite candy. He scooped more out of his piss hole and tried it again. It tasted even better than before. Still, he wanted to see if he could make that white stuff like Jason.

Devon pumped his dick as fast as he could, remembering how Jason had done it so fast that his hand was a blur. Something tingled in Devon's balls. It felt just like it had that afternoon. The sensation rode through his body and down his dick. He curled up as the sensation got stronger and worked its way down to the tip of his dick. His balls slapped against hand until finally it felt like he was going to piss. He stopped jerking, but the feeling just got stronger. Devon tried holding it back, but that didn't work. A clear liquid shot out of his dick.

At first he thought he'd peed. Then two spurts of white stuff fell onto his chest. He touched his dick and another spurt came out. "Wow…" Devon muttered. He squeezed his dick just as Jason had done and a little dot white stuff came out. He scooped it onto his finger and held it to the light. It was a definitely the white stuff Jason had made. It kind of looked like the clear stuff with little clouds in it. Devon sniffed it and touched it with his tongue. It tasted like the clear stuff, just gooier. He sucked a bit off his finger, but found he didn't really like the way it felt going down. All the same, he didn't have anything to wipe the stuff off with. His dad cleaned his room sometimes and Devon didn't want him to find the stuff. So he went ahead and cleaned off his chest just like Jason had done.

Anxious to feel that sensation again, Devon went back to jerking. He did have that funny peeing feeling a few more times, but no matter what he did, no more of that stuff would come out. Tired, he rolled over and drifted off to sleep thinking about a new game he and Jason could play.

The next day Jason came over bright and early. It was already hot and humid. The humidity made it feel a lot hotter than it really was. Devon met Jason at the door in nothing but his boxers. Devon had a huge smile on his face.

"What you so happy about?" Jason asked as he stepped in. A thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead and bare arms. Jason wore just a pair of shorts and a basketball jersey.

"I did it last night," Devon whispered into Jason's ear.

"Did what?"

"Made that white stuff."

"Told you," Jason said.

The boys headed to the living room where Devon's dad sat on the couch playing Ghost Recon 2. He was wearing only a pair of blue jean shorts. Just like the boys his chest was hairless, though he had much more definition than either of them.

"Hey, Mr. Howard," Jason said.

"Damn, you're here early. What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock. Can I stay over night?" Devon glanced at Jason. Jason winked at him. What was that about, Devon wondered.

"You don't even have to ask," Devon's dad said. "Hope you ready to get whooped in Halo."

"Yeah right!" Jason laughed.

Devon's dad waved them over. "Take a load off."

Jason came over, kicking off his shoes and sat them next to his bag. He pulled his shirt off as well.

"Sorry about the heat," Devon's dad said.

"It went out last night," Devon added.

"I don't mind," Jason said.

They played the co-op mode in Ghost Recon for a bit. Jason had never played the game, so he was an easy target for Devon's dad. Devon's dad slaughtered the boys. He wasn't a jerk about it, but he didn't spare them just because they were kids. He had the calm demeanor of a hunter on the prowl. By the time the boys knew where he was, they were already dead. Jason leaned over and whispered to Devon that they should make a bet with his dad. Devon advised against it. His dad was just too good for any double teaming scheme to work on.

"I think he trains when I'm sleep," Devon whispered.

"Form your little plans," Devon's dad joked. "It won't save you."

The boys tried to redeem themselves twelve more times, but they couldn't get anywhere near Devon's dad's score. Jason finally gave up. The living room was sweltering hot and between the three of them Jason was sweating the most.

"Hard to believe it's the middle of September, isn't it?" Devon's dad said. "Y'all want to go for a swim? The pool's still full."

The boys agreed, but Jason paused. "I didn't bring any shorts."

"You can wear some of mines," Devon said.

"You only have one pair, Dee," Devon's dad said. "And you tore the lining in those, remember?"

Jason folded his legs. "What do we do then?"

"You can still swim."

"With nothing on?"

"Nobody can see you in the backyard." Devon's dad leaned towards Jason. "What, you afraid somebody's going to see you naked? They would have seen everything a few months ago when you did that little dive."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Right…"

"Come on, then," Devon said heading towards the kitchen. "I feel like I'm gonna melt."

The boys went outside and pulled the weather cover off the pool. It was a decent size pool cut into the ground. It had come with the house, though Devon's dad had shelled out a few dollars to get a water heater added to it. Devon's dad stayed inside fixing the boys cold drinks. The pair stood next to the pool looking down at the deep in.

"Well?" Devon, said.

"Well what?" Jason asked.

"You gonna do it?"

"After you."

"No way."

It was weird, but for some reason Devon felt shy about stripping. Maybe it was because he was outside where people might see. Or maybe it was because his dad was just inside and Devon was worried that if he saw Jason's dick again he'd get boner.

"Do it at the same time," Devon's dad shouted from inside. The boys cocked their eyebrows.

"Alright," Devon said. He sucked in a breath and tugged off and shorts. Jason did the same, only he didn't have on any underwear. He pulled off his socks and tossed his clothes with Devon's. The boys jumped into the pool and waded around.

"You didn't wear any underwear?" Devon asked.

"Too hot," Jason said splashing Devon with water. The boys splashed each other for a bit. Then Devon held his breath and tugged Jason under the water. Jason popped back up to the surface.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Just come on for a sec," Devon said. Jason held his breath and the two boys went underwater. Devon loved the way Jason looked. His skin looked even smoother underwater. Devon could see every dimple in Jason's brown-skinned abs. Basketball was doing Jason's body good. Devon pulled Jason closer and slipped his hand around Jason's dick. Jason smiled and did the same. They starting jerking until both were completely hard and out of breath. They raced back to the surface.

"Bet I can hold me breath longer than you!" Jason said.

"Bet not!" Devon said.

"Alright. One, two, three… Go!"

The boys took deep breaths and went back underwater. Jason went back to jerking Devon. Devon rubbed Jason's balls. Soon they were out of breath. They broke the surface at the same time.

"This is hard!" Devon huffed.

"Hey," Jason wheezed. "Let's see who can hold their breath before they go."

"Go where?"

"You know, like yesterday."

"Oh…" Devon turned around to make sure his dad was still in the kitchen. He was. "Okay," he said. "Go!"

They went down again. Both had smiles on their faces as the jerked each other's dicks furiously. Devon was kind of curious to see what would happen if he went in the pool. What would the stuff look like?

The sensation built in his balls again. At the same time, his chest was getting tight. He needed to get air, but he wanted to see Jason shoot underwater. Jason's face was all scrunched up. Devon could tell that he needed air too but neither wanted to lose. Jason's face scrunched. Devon swore he could see a thin stream of the clear stuff drifting up from Jason's dick. Jason jerked Devon faster. Devon tried to do the same, but he couldn't take it. He shot three puffs of the white stuff into the water. Jason smiled, but only for a moment. Devon could feel Jason's dick pulsing in his hand. Jason's stuff drifted up and off to the left. Devon wanted to stay down there longer, but his lungs couldn't take it. He swam back to the surface.

"Gawh!" he coughed as he sucked in air. Jason came up wheezing after him.

"Man…" Jason said. "You're on a… losing streak…"

They took a moment to catch their breaths. Jason leaned against the edge of the pool. Devon scooted next to him.

"Hey," Jason said. "I almost forgot." He climbed out of the pool. Devon followed him. Neither of the boys noticed their dicks were still rock hard. Jason fumbled through his shorts' pockets until he found a large square.

"Check it out!" he said holding it up for Devon to see. Devon took it, running his finger over the weird circle in the middle of the package. He flipped it over. The label on it read: Trojan.

"Where'd you get this?"

"Outta my mom's drawer. You know what it is, don't you?"

Devon shoved Jason. "It's a condom, bitch," Devon answered. "What'd you bring it for?"

"Well," Jason said. A smile eased across his face. "You use it to catch all the white stuff. I thought we could make another bet."

"What kinda bet?"

"Who can make the most jizz."

Devon cocked an eyebrow. "Jizz?"

"That's what it's called. We can wear these and do it for like an hour and see who makes the most."

"A'ight," Devon said. "But how d'you put in on?"

Jason scratched his face. "I ain't sure about it. Lemme see."

He took the condom from Devon and opened it. Both boys stared at it as Jason held the ring up. He began to the condom loose.

"It goes the other way," Devon said.

Jason stopped. "How d'you know?"

"Cuz that thing looks like a tip and you're pulling it backwards. It's inside-out now. Here…"

He took the condom from Jason and pulled the tip the other way. He paused for a moment and then got an idea. "Let me put on you," he said to Jason.

"Okay." Jason's dick was semi-hard, but the moment Devon touched it, it swelled. Devon pushed the ring down Jason's dick, squeezing the air bubbles out as he worked his way down the shaft. It was just another excuse to touch Jason's dick, but Jason didn't seem to mind.

Devon's fingers had just touched Jason's pelvis when he heard: "What the hell are you doing?!"

The boys turned towards the kitchen. There was Devon's dad holding a tray of cold drinks. He stared down at them. Devon's hand was still wrapped around Jason's dick.

"I can explain…" Devon said.

Chapter 3

"What the hell are you doing?!" Devon's dad shouted from the kitchen. Both Devon and Jason stood by the pool in the buff, dicks sticking out for all the world to see. Devon let go of the condom around Jason's dick. It rolled up a little since Jason didn't have the width to keep the condom full.

"Have you lost your mind?!" Devon's dad continued. Devon heard sometime clang in the kitchen. He figured it was probably his dad slamming the tray down. The kitchen door jerked open. Suddenly Devon was wrapped in water. He struggled back to the pool's surface.

"What the hel…" Devon started, but the splash from Jason jumping in stopped him.

"I had to think of something!" Jason protested. He floated closer to.

"How many times I have told you!" Devon's dad said.

"I can explain…" Devon stammered. But as he tried to come up with an excuse, his dad walked right past him.

"Get away from there!" his dad shouted at the fence. Both boys stared at each other and then at the fence. Devon's dad wanted to have some privacy for his backyard. Devon could remember the hassle his dad went through trying to get township to agree to the height he wanted. It wasn't anything fancy or outlandish, just something to give the yard a sense of peace and quiet, and mostly to let Devon and the neighbors know where Devon's dad property began and where the neighbors' ended.

But none of that meant anything to the dog digging its way under the fence. Devon's dad shouted a few swears which really didn't do much. He had to go up to the dog and literally push its paws back to the other side before it got the idea.

Devon looked at Jason again. His friend's mouth hung open as beads of sweat trickled down his cheek. Devon couldn't tell if it was from fear or the heat, but it made him wipe his own forehead.

"Every damn summer that damn dog digs a damn hole in my grass," Devon's dad muttered as he walked back to the kitchen. "Two other sides to dig on, but it's always my side." He stopped at the side of the pool and looked down at the boys.

"What?" the boys said nervously.

Devon's dad didn't seem to notice. "You boys come in and get something to drink. They said its going to get hotter, so I don't want you guys staying outside too long. You might get a heat stroke or sunburn or something." He walked away without looking back, but added, "And pick up your clothes."

The boys sighed in unison. "That was close," Jason whispered.

Devon nodded. "Maybe we should do it in my room so he won't see-what the hell is that?!" Devon pointed to the clear thing that looked a lot like a flattened jellyfish. Jason scooped it up.

"It's just the condom," he said. "Musta came off. What's up with that dog?"

"Oh…" Devon said. "She's some kind of collie. Dad says they got lots of energy and need to do stuff to keep them busy. The folks next door ain't around lot though, so she gets bored and digs around the fence."

"Crazy dog."

"She's friendly, though. She won't bite or anything."

"Whatever," Jason said as he climbed out of the pool. He'd lost his boner and his dick was back to its usual two and half inches [6½ cm]. "Let's go in. It's hot as fuck out here."

Devon's dad had fixed a pitcher of Kool-Aid. It was sugary, just how Devon liked it. His dad also laid out towels for them, but after the boys dried off they still sat naked. The inside of the house wasn't much cooler than outside. After a while they headed up to Devon's room. Devon made sure he closed and locked his door so his dad wouldn't almost catch them again.

Devon's room wasn't that big. There was enough open floor space to run in a tight circle, but his bed, dresser, toy shelves and desk took up a lot of space. His dad wouldn't let him have a TV in his room. Devon wouldn't know where to put it anyway. His room was neater than he left, which meant his dad had cleaned it. Jason sat cross legged on the carpeted floor. He looked a little darker skinned to Devon, mostly because the room didn't get much direct sunlight.

Devon sat on his bed struggling not to pop a boner. He really liked just sitting there naked with Jason, looking over his honey brown skin and getting an eyeful of Jason's uncut dick. Jason grinned as if he knew what Devon was thinking. He stood up and began to pace.

"So what about that bet?" Jason said.

"The jizz thing?" Devon answered. He wasn't too sure about that. Last night he'd only managed to make jizz come out once. And Jason made way more of it than him. He'd lose for sure.

"Yeah," Jason continued. "Let's see who can make the most."

"How do we tell?"

"Tsk! You just hold them up to each other, stupid."

Devon could feel his dick already getting harder. "And what's the catch? What happens if you lose?"

Jason pushed Devon's head. "I ain't gonna lose, trick. But if you lose, then you gotta do whatever I say."

"Oh, it's like that?" Devon said pushing Jason's hand away. Jason grabbed his arm and pulled him off the bed.

"Yeah."

"Well, get 'em!"

Jason rummaged through his shorts' pockets until he found the condoms. Two were still stuck together. He tore one off and tossed it to Devon. Devon started to open it, but Jason stopped him.

"You gotta be hard to use it," Jason said. To Devon's surprise, Jason immediately cupped Devon's dick and started jerking it. It didn't take any time for Devon to get a boner. When he reached to do the same for Jason he got a handful of Jason's clear jizz.

The boys quickly put on the condoms. Neither one of them were big enough to fill the condoms. It took a moment for them to stop giggling over the smacking sound as they jerked their meat. Devon really didn't like the feel of it on his dick. It was hard to feel anything and between the condom being too big, the sound and the lack of feeling he could barely keep his boner going. But Jason wasn't having any trouble. His four inches [10 cm] stayed rock hard. Then Devon noticed why.

Jason was watching him jerk off.

"Sit down," Jason said. They sat down with their legs open. Jason scooted close and draped his legs over Devon's. Devon's dick instantly sprang back to life. He didn't know why, but watching Jason work his smooth, hairless meat made him harder each time. Jason leaned forward and stroked Devon's tuft of hair over his dick.

"It's soft," he said as he curled the hair in his fingers. "Can't wait 'til I get mines."

"Then I can play with yours," Devon said. He rubbed his hand over Jason's smooth pelvis. Really, he liked that Jason didn't have any hair. That way he could feel Jason's skin.

"Your dick's darker than mines," Jason said.

"That's because I'm darker than you, fool."

"Naw, I mean it's darker than the rest of you."

Devon looked down and sure enough he could see that his dick was just a little darker than the rest of his brown skin.

"I'm about to do it," Jason said. He moved all the way up to Devon until he could wrap his hand around both their dicks. Jason's dick throbbed and pulsed against Devon's. Jason's condom quickly turned pure white at the tip. Jason kept jerking until Devon felt the peeing sensation again. Devon didn't know why, but he felt the need to rub Jason's arm as his jizz oozed from his dick.

After a moment, Jason stood up. "Let's see," he said. Devon pulled the condom off and held it up. Jason did the same. It was worst than Devon imagined. Not only did Jason fill up the tip, Devon didn't have much of anything in the condom at all.

"You lose," Jason said, rubbing his dick clean with a tissue from Devon's dresser. Devon did the same, feeling like crap that he couldn't make more than a couple of drops.

"So what do I got to do?" Devon asked.

Jason grinned. Devon raised his eyebrows. That was the kind of grin Jason did when he had a really risky idea.

"Put it in your mouth," Jason said coolly.

Devon stepped back. "Put what in my mouth?!"

"You know you wanna. You been looking at it the whole time."

"You pee out of that. I'm not putting it in my mouth."

Jason walked closer to Devon. "I ain't gonna piss on you," he said. Devon kept stepping back until he bumped into his desk. Jason came right up to him and placed his hands on Devon's shoulders. He wasn't smiling anymore. He had a serious look on his face.

"I promise I won't do that to you," he said looking Devon in the eye. Then his smile returned. "But if you wanna back out on a bet, I can just tell your dad…"

"W-wait!" Devon stammered. He really didn't want to do it, but he didn't want Jason to tell his dad that he reneged on a bet. Devon figured Jason wouldn't really say what the bet was, and neither would Devon. So he'd just get in trouble for egging Jason on and not keeping his word.

"A-alright," he finally said. "I'll lick it."

Jason shook his head. "I said put it in your mouth."

"I can't."

"Fine." Jason headed for the door.

"Okay! Damn!" Devon shouted. Jason came back over. "H-how do you want me to do it?"

"Like this," Jason said. He knelt down in front of Devon. Devon felt a warmth around his dick. He looked down and saw Jason's mouth wrapped tightly around his boner. Jason's lips worked their way up Devon's skinny shaft and kissed his hairs and the top of his balls.

Devon had never felt anything like this before. He couldn't even think of anything to compare it to. Jason's hands worked their way around Devon's hips and his ass, rubbing them gently as his tongue ran up and down and around Devon's dick. Devon could feel the sensation building deep in his balls. But as it rose, Jason stopped. Devon almost grabbed his head to make him keep going.

Jason stood up. "You do that on this." He pointed to his dick. Devon glanced at him. "I'll do you again after you do me," Jason said.

Devon kneeled. Up close Jason's dick looked more beautiful than Devon imagined. It wasn't as completely smooth as it looked or felt. Jason had little veins running down his foreskin. The tip glistened with clear jizz. Devon looked up at Jason.

"Don't do it in my mouth," Devon said.

"I promise."

Devon opened his mouth and felt Jason's dick slide against his tongue. He expected it to taste like piss smelled, but it actually tasted sweaty, just like the skin of his arm after he played ball. He closed his lips around Jason's dick. It fit in his mouth without any problem. He rolled his tongue around it with ease. When he tasted something sweet, Devon paused. He flicked his tongue against Jason's piss hole and realized the taste was Jason's clear jizz. It wasn't all that bad. Slowly he worked his lips up and down Jason's dick. He actually liked the feel of Jason's skin in his mouth. As he got used to pumping Jason's dick, Devon kissed Jason's smooth pelvis and balls. He sucked on his friend's boner like a Blow-Pop. Before he knew it, Devon's eyes were closed and he rolled his tongue around waiting for more of Jason's sweet jizz to seep out.

Suddenly Jason pushed his head away. Two tiny globs of white jizz spurted onto Devon's chest. Jason knelt down.

"That felt great," he said. Jason leaned forward and looked Devon in the eyes. "See, I told you I wouldn't do it in your mouth."

Jason scooped up one of the drops of his jizz with his finger and stuck it in his mouth. Devon stared at him as Jason sucked his finger clean.

"Wanna try it?" Jason asked. Devon squinted. "It ain't gonna hurt you." Jason scooped up the last bit off Devon's chest and pointed his finger towards Devon's mouth. "Just try it."

Devon hesitated for a bit, but he figured he'd already tasted Jason's clear stuff, so it couldn't be that bad. And last night he'd tasted his own jizz. It wasn't great, but maybe Jason's would taste better. He opened his mouth. Jason wiped his finger on Devon's tongue. Slowly Devon's lips closed over Jason's finger. The jizz felt like Jell-O, but it tasted a lot sweeter than Devon expected. Almost like Powerade. Jason pulled his finger out.

"See," Jason said. "How'd it taste."

"Okay," Devon said. Jason pushed him a little.

"Okay? My shit tastes like candy, trick!"

"Yeah, it kind of does. How come?"

"Dunno. But one time I tried it and it tasted like cornbread."

Devon cocked an eyebrow. "Stop lying."

Jason waved his hands. "No lie. That whole week I ate a ton of cornbread. Guess it's like piss. You know how it changes color if you drink a lot of water. Jizz tastes like what you eat."

The boys laughed. Devon started playing with his dick, but soon Jason moved Devon's hand away and started jerking his best friend gently. They sat like that, playing with each other's dicks for a moment. Then Devon broke the silence.

"I got an idea," he said.

"That's gonna be a lotta candy," Jason said.

"Hey! It's my idea!"

"I got a better one. Let's make it taste like Kool-Aid."

Devon smiled widely. That'd be easy to do. Devon's dad practically stocked their cabinet with Kool-Aid mix. They never really used it, so his dad wouldn't notice it was missing.

"Yeah!" Devon said. Jason started to stand, but Devon held his arm. "First you gotta do me again."

"I thought I won the bet?" Jason said.

"You said you would."

"I'm just kidding," Jason said. He pushed Devon's legs open and slid between them. Jason's tongue gently followed the big vein on Devon's dick all the way to his hair and then worked its way around to Devon's balls. With one quick suck Jason had one of Devon's balls in his mouth. Devon could feel Jason rolled his nut around his mouth. He didn't pull on it too hard either. Just enough to make Devon's dick begin oozing clear jizz. Jason let the ball drop from his mouth. He traced the tear of jizz that had run down Devon's dick back to the tip and wrapped his lips around the head.

Jason's tongue played against the skin just under Devon's dick head. The sensation made Devon's toes curl. He felt Jason tug on his hand and guide it to the back of Jason's head. As Jason bobbed his head up and down, Devon played with Jason's hair. It was soft, but sticky with sweat. Jason's curls were thicker than Devon's. Devon had to comb his way through to touch Jason's scalp. He felt his dick pulse and for a moment he couldn't speak.

"I'm going to do it," Devon finally managed to say. Jason drew his lips back, kissing Devon's just as a quick spurt of semi-clear jizz oozed out. To Devon's surprise, Jason licked most of it off Devon's dick.

"Tastes like Now and Laters," Jason giggled. He got wiped the rest of it up with his fingers and Devon stuck out his tongue to get it, sucking Jason's finger clean.

"Yeah, it does," he said. He stood and grabbed his shorts. "Let's go make some Kool-Aid before my dad uses up all the ice."

Jason slipped his shorts on and followed Devon down to the kitchen. Devon's dad was glued to their HD TV playing some shooter on Xbox. Devon took a bunch of packages of the mix from the cabinet next to the refrigerator. Jason took the pitcher of Kool-Aid out and sat it on the counter.

"We're gonna need another one," he said. The one he had was half-full. Little beads of water were already forming on the side of the plastic.

"What for?" Devon asked, tossing the packages on the counter. There were dozens of colors and flavors to choose from. Devon didn't really care which one they picked as long as they added a ton of sugar.

"So we can make two of 'em. One for me, one for you." Devon titled his head. "So we won't taste the same, trick," Jason added.

"Oh…" Devon said.

"Ain't too smart, huh?" Jason said tapping on Devon's forehead. Devon brushed his hand away.

"Which one you picking?" Devon asked. Jason pushed the packages around until he found one.

"Wild Berry," he said. "It's blue. Bet it'll make my jizz blue too."

Devon laughed. "I'm going with cherry. We can just put it in this one and then get another pitcher for the other one. Let me ask my dad first."

"Why?"

"I don't want him to get mad if we make some more without asking first."

Devon jogged into the front and peeked his head around the doorway to the living room. "Dad," he called.

"Yo," his dad said. He didn't take his eyes off the screen.

"Can me and Jay make some Kool-Aid?"

Devon's dad grunted and pressed the buttons on the controller furiously. "You punk faggot!" he shouted. "Die! Ya'll drank up all that Kool-Aid that quick?"

Devon smiled. He loved watching his dad play games because his dad had the best lines when he got his ass handed to him. "No, we just want to try mixing flavors."

"Alright, whatever," his dad said. "Just don't use the glass pitcher. It's cracked."

"Okay," Devon said. As he headed back to the kitchen his dad let out a barrage of swears.

"Who's treating his ass?" Jason asked when Devon walked back into the kitchen.

"I think he's playing Lost Planet," Devon answered. He headed to the cabinets next to the stove and took out another pitcher.

"Tsk! Light-weight."

Devon had to get a stool to reach the sugar that was stored on top of the refrigerator. He handed it to Jason. The boys wasted no time mixing the Kool-Aid. Jason emptied half the ice tray into his pitcher and dropped the rest of the cubes in a glass. Devon filled the tray up with water and placed it back in the freezer.

"Damn, even with the freezer open it's still hot," Jason said.

"Yeah," Devon said. He poured two glasses from his pitcher and put the pitcher in the fridge. Jason did the same. "So what do you want to do now? It's going to take a while for them to get cold."

Jason sipped his Kool-Aid. "I wanna play Lost Planet."

The boys went into the room with Devon's dad. He was still swearing. Sweat beads covered his head and shoulders. He leaned on the edge of the couch pressing buttons so fast Devon couldn't tell what his dad was doing. The boys sat down on the floor just next to Devon's dad.

"This Lost Planet?" Jason asked.

"Yeah," Devon's dad said. "Son of a bitch!" A large bug-like creature tore through the main character. Devon's dad handed the controller to Jason. "You try it."

Devon handed his dad a glass of Kool-Aid. "You look like you been laying outside," Devon said.

"What?" His dad wiped his forehead. "Oh… shit. Let me go take a shower." He headed towards the stairs and then turned. "You boys might want to do the same. It'll keep you cool."

Devon looked at Jason and they both smiled. Devon could already feel the cool water swishing back and forth as he and Jason jerked off in the bathtub. He hadn't taken a bath in a long time, only showers. But he figured it'd be fun to do it with Jason. He loved the way Jason's skin look like honey under the water.

"I gotta idea," Jason said, putting the controller down. "Let's check your dad's dick."

Devon's eyes widened. "What?"

Chapter 4

"You wanna what?" he said.

Jason smiled. "Let's check out your dad's dick. I bet it's huge."

Devon had seen his dad's dick tons of times. His dad would come out of the shower buck naked and he slept naked. A few times when Devon had bad dreams he'd climbed into his dad's bed and see his dad's dick. But he'd never wanted to check it out like Jason wanted to.

"Um…" Devon said. "I-I dunno…"

Jason pushed him. "Don't wuss out on me now, trick. I just wanna see what it looks like."

Devon couldn't believe he was following Jason upstairs. Mostly he was thinking about getting caught. They'd already had two close calls, but this was something totally different. There was no way they could play off trying to sneak a peek of Devon's dad.

To Devon's surprise, the bathroom door was wide open. He half-expected his dad to be in another room getting fresh shorts, but he could hear the running water. As the boys got to the door, Devon saw his dad's sweaty shorts lying on the toilet seat. Jason turned to Devon and held his finger to his lips. Devon nodded, but his heart practically burst through his chest.

The boys crept close to the open door and peeked around the corner. They could just make out Devon's dad in the shower. His dark body was like a blot in the middle of the clear shower curtain, but there wasn't any way they could make out his dick through it.

Jason leaned back. "Damn," he whispered. "I really wanted to see."

Devon hated admitting it, but now that he'd gone through all of that just to get up here, he wanted to see his dad's dick too. A smile eased across his face. Jason mouthed what. Devon stepped into the bathroom. Jason waved at him, motioning for Devon to come back. Devon just smiled wider.

It'd been a while since he'd done this. When he was little his dad never minded, but Devon wasn't sure how his dad would react now and especially with Jason just outside the room.

Devon turned around and wave for Jason to hide and then pulled open the curtain. His dad simply turned around.

"What's wrong?" he asked as soap suds rolled down his body. As many times as he'd seen his dad naked, Devon never really thought about how his dad looked. Devon knew it was the water and the soap making his dad's toned body look ripped. Every muscle seemed to pop like and the shine from the water and made Devon's dad look like a comic book superhero. A naked superhero.

Devon couldn't help himself. His eyes immediately fell on his dad's dick. It wasn't gigantic, but it was pretty big, at least to the 12-year-old boy. A large vein ran down the middle of it to a small ruffle of foreskin. Peeking from beneath it was the dark tip of his dad's dick head. What surprised Devon though was that his dad was completely smooth. There wasn't a hair in sight.

Devon glanced up and saw his dad looking at him. Warmth flooded the boy's cheeks. He was grateful that he was too dark for anyone to see him blush.

"What?" his dad said. Devon's dad looked down at his own crotch and cocked an eyebrow. "I shaved it."

"I didn't know you could do that," Devon said. That had to be the dumbest thing he'd ever uttered. He could imagine Jason slapping his own forehead at that kind of comment.

"It's too hot for hair." Devon's dad stood under the shower head and let the soap run off his body.

Devon had to admit it looked pretty cool. It was weird too, because he was so use to seeing pubes on his dad. But it reminded Devon of the old paintings he'd seen on the History Channel. Those guys never had any hair down there. Then he got an idea.

"Can you do me?" he said. His dad's eyebrows scrunched.

"You want me to shave your pubes?"

"Yeah."

"What for?"

"It looks cool," Devon said. For a moment he didn't think his dad would do it, but eventually his dad shrugged.

"Alright. Get the razor off the sink."

Devon glanced over at the door. He kind of felt bad that Jason had to hide and couldn't see anything thing. Devon's dad pulled back the shower curtain and popped the top off the can of shaving cream sitting on a shelf.

"Get in the tub," Devon's dad said. Devon slipped off his shorts, hoping with everything he had that he wouldn't spring a boner, and stepped in.

"Ah, you've got a lot," his dad said. Devon blushed again. "Hold still. I don't want to nick you."

He slipped his hand just under Devon's dick and pulled the skin gently until it was taut. Devon heard a gasp and was pretty sure it was Jason. He couldn't believe it himself. He couldn't think of the last time his dad had touched his dick. And now he wasn't just touching it, but practically stroking it as his shaved the hair away. That familiar tingling flooded his dick and he knew what would happen next. Slowly his limp member stiffened. It wasn't much bigger than one of his dad's fingers.

"Uh…" he muttered. "I-I'm sorry."

His dad smiled. "Happens to me every time. Don't worry about it. It's not in the way. Looks just like mines though."

For a third time Devon blushed. He couldn't imagine what his dad's dick would look like hard. It had to be massive.

"How long does it take to use the bath--" Devon heard. He glanced over his shoulder to see Jason standing in the doorway with a cocked eyebrow. Leave it to Jason to find a way to see what's going on, Devon thought.

"What're you doing?" Jason said in a perfect confused kid voice. Both boys looked at Devon's dad. The man didn't even glance up.

"Shaving Dee's hair," he said. Devon was surprised. He figured his dad would at least pull the curtain or something. Instead he just kept shaving Devon's pubes while squatting, leaving Jason with a full view of his dick and balls.

Jason walked over to check it out. He looked at Devon and threw him a quick smile. "What're you doing that for? You're lucky you even got 'em," he said.

"Haven't came in yet?" Devon's dad said.

"Nope." Jason yanked down his shorts to prove it. This time Devon's dad did stop, but only for a quick glance.

"There," he said. "All finished." His knees popped as he stood. His body was mostly dry, but the sheen still lingered a bit. Even Jason seemed shocked by how in-shape Devon's dad was for a gamer.

"When do you work out, Mr. Howard?" Jason asked.

"I go to the gym at lunch every other day. Just an hour though." Devon's dad grabbed a towel and dried off the remaining water. He walked past Jason and picked up his sweaty shorts. "You boys should take a bath if you get too hot." He turned around and added, "You can stay like that if want. I don't care." Then he headed out.

"Holy shit!" Jason whispered. "Did you see the size of that thing?!"

Devon leaned forward. "I got hard when he held it and he didn't say anything!"

"You've got the coolest dad ever."

The boys decided to take Devon's dad's advice and took a cool bath. It only helped a little. They played in the water for a while, but soon got tired of it. Neither one of them could manage to make any jizz. Jason said they just needed to rest and let their balls make some more. That was good for Devon because he really wanted to play with his freshly shaven skin.

It was weird having it baby smooth again. Jason traced his fingers up and down Devon's pelvis. The skin was extra sensitive now that the hair was gone. Both of them were rock hard, but Devon's was more like a piss hard-on. As much as he tried, he just couldn't get it any harder.

Once the boys got out of the water and cleaned the tub they headed back to Devon's room. Devon let Jason borrow a pair of his shorts and both boys went back to the kitchen and got a couple of cups of Kool-Aid. Devon's dad sat in front of the TV, but he was staring at the AC vent.

"Maybe it'll kick in," he said as the boys sat down. He glanced over at them. "Jesus!"

"What?" the boys said in unison.

Devon's dad sat up. "Dee, what'd you do, roll around in baby powder?"

Devon looked down at this body. His skin was so dried out that it looked like he'd played in a bed of gravel.

"Come here," his dad said. He reached on the other side of the couch and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen lotion. "You boys going back outside?"

"I dunno," Jason said.

"Well, just put on some of this anyway. It's lotion, but it'll keep you from getting sunburn, too."

Devon's dad popped the top and squirted a bit on his hands. His rubbed it onto Devon's back. It felt good. Devon always hated that his dad stopped rubbing lotion on him once he got older. His dad was very gentle and the back rub helped Devon relax.

Once his dad was done, he held up the bottle of lotion and tilted it towards Jason. Without saying a word Jason got up and sat in front of Devon's dad with his back to him. Devon's dad squirted some more lotion out and massaged it in. Jason's face looked like he was in pure bliss.

"Man, I wish you was my coach," Jason said.

"What?" Devon's dad said.

"I said I wish you was my coach. I pulled my shoulder practicing the other day and my coach tried to rub it down. Felt like he was trying to grind a hole in me."

Devon's dad chuckled. "Well, I'm not going to put in holes in you. At least not in real life. In a game thought I'd leave you looking like old panties."

The boys laughed. Devon's dad handed the Devon the bottle. "Let me wash my hands so I can finally beat Lost Planet."

"Gamer," Devon sighed.

"You know it," his dad said as he left.

Jason leaned forward and took the bottle from Devon. "Dude, I've got the best ide--"

"No," Devon said.

"But--"

"No. That's my dad. I don't wanna do that stuff with my dad."

Jason's shoulders went up. "He already touched you!"

Devon leaned back on his hands. "That was different. It'd be too weird and there's no way my dad take that kinda bet. Plus there's a lot of him to rub if we lose. It'd take forever."

"Fine," Jason said as he slouched down. He took a big gulp of his Kool-Aid. "I wonder how long this'll take."

"How long what'll take?"

Jason held his cup up. "This stuff. I wonder how long it'll take before it changes you know what."

"Oh…" Devon had totally forgotten about that. He picked up his cup and drank half of it. He enjoyed the cool chill that went down his chest. Too bad it wouldn't go through the rest of his body. Even though it was getting late in the day, the temperature hadn't changed much. At this rate Devon figured he'd melt in his sleep.

"Dee," Devon's dad said as he came back into the room. "I thought I told you to put some lotion on your ashy ass."

Jason giggled. Devon went to pick up the bottle, but his dad grabbed it as he headed back to the couch.

"Come on," he said to his son. Devon sat there. "C'mon!" he said again. Devon went over to his dad who promptly pulled up his son's arm and began to rub the lotion in. He worked his way across Devon's chest and to his other arm. He stopped just at Devon's shorts.

"You want me to?" Devon's dad asked. Devon nodded. Jason was glued. Devon's dad unbuttoned Devon's shorts and pulled them down. He rubbed his son's butt gently. His hand practically engulfed the boy's behind. He worked his way around to the front and then handed the bottle to Devon. Devon pushed it back.

"I want you to do it," Devon said.

His dad's eyes narrowed. "Why? And don't lie."

Devon could already feel his dick getting harder. He wanted to glance around at Jason, but that'd have been too obvious. "B-because you already started."

"I said don't lie."

Devon sighed. "I-I… um…"

"You want me to rub your dick?"

Devon nodded before he could stop himself. He shot a quick glance at Jason who was still sitting there with a stupefied look on his face.

"I mean no!" Devon blurted out. "I mean… I just… I want you to do it like you used to. That's all, dad. I swear."

Devon's dad's face looked like it did just before he'd whoop his son. There wasn't a shred of emotion on it. Suddenly the man laughed. "I'm just messing with you, Dee. Hold still and don't get hard."

He squirted a few drops of lotion into his palm and cupped his son's balls and dick in his hand. He rubbed the lotion in with slow circles, massaging his way under and then up Devon's balls to the boy's dick. He took his son's dick between his first two fingers and his thumb and rolled it around until it was thoroughly covered. Then he moved to Devon's legs and feet.

Devon was grateful that he'd manage to stay soft. But it'd taken everything he had to do it.

"C'mon," Devon's dad said to Jason. He followed the same method he did with his son. When he got to Jason's belly he asked the boy if he wanted him to continue.

"It'll be like practice," Jason said. Devon's dad muttered something neither of the boys could hear and continued. Once he was done he went back into the kitchen to wash his hands. The boys sat naked, sipping from their cups.

"I didn't think I'd make it," Jason said.

"Me neither," Devon said.

"He do that a lot?"

"Used to when I was little. But he stopped. I never told him to, he just did. Maybe he'll keep doing it though. He's the best at it."

"Yeah."

"Damn, it's still boiling outside," Devon's dad said. "You boy's want to play some Halo?"

Jason grinned. "You mean you wanna get treated by some kids?"

"Oh, young padawan," Devon's dad said in a Yoda voice. "Taught you well your master has not."

For the next few hours Devon's dad schooled the boys in Halo. He was so good at catching the boys off guard and shooting them from behind that eventually he just stood in place and waited for the boys to find him. After a few rounds of that, he sat the controller down.

"That's enough of that," Devon's dad said. "It's too easy. Besides, it's already dark and I've been up since four. I'm going to bed. You boys don't stay up too late and don't drink all that Kool-Aid."

"Dad, we're too old to wet the bed," Devon chided.

"You'll never get to sleep if you do," Devon's dad said as he headed upstairs. "Indians use to drink tons of water to wake up early. You'll be peeing all night. And then there's the sugar crash."

Jason swallowed the rest of his Kool-Aid. It was his third glass. "Your dad's crazy. It bet this stuff's probably worked by now."

Devon smiled. "Let's go find out."

Chapter 5

He wanted his dad's dick.

The thought kept racing through the boy's mind and as he left his room all four inches [10 cm] of his little dark finger stood at attention. He made his way down the hallway to his dad's room. Streams of light trailed around the door frame, but when Devon opened the door his dad's room was just as dark as the rest of the house.

A trace of moonlight broke through the window. It pooled across the nightstand and his dad's dresser.

Devon crept his way closer, noticing the soft snore that rose from his dad every time the man took a breath. Dead asleep, his dad looked almost exactly like Devon. The boy pulled the sheets back.

There his dad's dick was.

Devon glanced at his dad a few times to make sure he was still asleep. Once he was certain, the boy slipped his hand around his dad's member. It was incredibly warm and barely fit into the boy's hand. Devon played with the large vein running down the middle of it, pushing it from side to side. He gave it a few squeezes. Suddenly his dad's dick grew harder. It easily broke Devon's grip as it went from a relaxed four inches [10 cm] to a stiff seven inches [18 cm].

The head glistened in the moonlight. At the tip Devon could make out the clear jizz that was building. As the jizz threatened to drip off and fall to the bed, Devon scooped his dad's dick into his mouth and sucked the clear jizz out. It tasted like cherry Kool-Aid.

Devon woke up with the hardest boner he'd ever had. His heart raced. It took him a moment to realize he'd just been dreaming. Then the bladder pain hit him. He quickly made his way to the bathroom for the longest piss in his life. It wasn't an easy one though. His hard-on wouldn't go away, so the first part of the stream went off to the side. Eventually the pain lessened as his bladder emptied and Devon was able to aim. After he mopped up the spilled piss, he climbed back in bed.

Jason still lay there with his eyes closed, but he said, "What time is it?"

Devon reached for the small ledge just over his bed and grabbed his watch. He pushed the LIGHT button. "One twenty-three."

Devon and Jason had wasted no time going upstairs. They had crawled into Devon's bed and faced each other. The plan had been to jerk each other off until they were good and hard and then start sucking each other again. But as soon as their heads hit the pillow both boys fell asleep.

"Dad was right," Devon said. All he could think about was the dream. Since his dad had shaved him, Devon had been fighting the urge to fool around with him. He was pretty sure his dad wouldn't really mind. After all, his dad rubbed lotion on Jason's dick and balls and he let Jason see him naked. If he really cared about that kind of stuff he wouldn't have done that. Maybe, Devon thought, he wants to see how far I'll go.

"About what?" Jason asked.

"Having to pee."

"Oh, yeah. I got up a while ago. Almost bursted in half."

Devon thought about telling Jason about his dream, but held back. He knew Jason would want to try it out and that'd be too weird. It was already bad enough that Devon had dreamt about sucking his own dad off. That reminded him…

"The Kool-Aid!" Devon said.

"What about it?" Jason said.

Devon cocked an eyebrow. "It was your idea."

"Oh yeah…" Jason said. He sat up and smiled. Pulling the cover and sheet back he stared at his own dick and softly stroked it. "Should be ready now."

Devon smiled. That had to be where the weirdest part of his dream came from. The idea that all that Kool-Aid they drank would change the way their jizz tasted.

"Who's first?" Devon said. He wanted Jason to suck him first, but he figured they'd make a bet out of it or something.

"I got a better idea," Jason said.

"What?"

"This." Jason pulled the cover and sheet all the way to the foot of the bed. He pushed Devon's head back onto the pillow and then Jason laid his head at Devon's feet.

"Oh," Devon said. It was really obvious, but he'd never done anything like this before. The boys scooted closer until their heads were right in front of each other's dicks.

"You gotta swallow it, 'kay?" Jason said.

"You too," Devon said.

Jason giggled. "Can't wait, trick."

Devon smiled and slipped Jason's dick in his mouth. He could taste the slight tang of the lotion, but it didn't bother him. For a moment he couldn't believe he was doing it. As much as he wanted to see Jason's dick, Devon had never fantasized about sucking it. And just a day ago he'd been disgusted by Jason eating his on jizz. Now he was about to do it and he really wanted to.

Devon wondered for a moment what all that meant, but it quickly faded once he felt Jason's tongue slide across his dick. Devon moaned and pushed his hips against Jason's face. Jason did the same to him. His tongue rolled around Devon's dick head, flicking over and under, riding around the head like it was a little ball. Devon felt Jason's lips against his freshly shaven skin and almost jizzed then and there. He managed to hold off.

Devon ran his tongue under Jason's foreskin and sucked Jason's dick head as hard as he could. He could taste the bitter leftover of piss, but it soon faded. A warm splash of clear jizz hit his tongue. Devon swallowed it eagerly, sucking harder and faster until more oozed into his mouth. He wasn't exactly sure, but it did taste a little sweeter than before. He wanted more. Cupping his tongue like he was nursing on a popsicle, he pushed Jason's dick against the roof of his mouth. Jason groaned and began rocking his hips. Devon pulled Jason closer to him, so close that Jason's balls sat against the bridge of his nose. More clear jizz flooded his mouth, making Devon bob his head faster. The whole thing seemed familiar for some reason. It kind reminded him of the way he'd seen babies suckle from their mom's tits. Devon imagined this was what it felt like, only the jizz was probably a lot sweeter, especially with the Kool-Aid flavor.

Suddenly Devon felt something poking at his butthole. "What're you doing?!" he said as he let Jason's dick fall out of his mouth.

Jason took a long suck from Devon's dick before he answered. "I'm just playing. It won't hurt."

Devon tilted his head up. "How do you know?"

Jason was silent for a moment. "Promise not to say anything?"

"What?"

"You promise not to say anything?"

"What're you talking about?"

"Just promise."

"Okay."

"Fo' real."

"Okay! I promise."

Jason sat up a little. "You mean it?"

"I said I promise!" Devon said a little louder than he meant to.

"That's three times you promised. You can't tell anybody." He looked down at Devon's dick and then back at Devon. "Me and coach… Sometimes… Sometimes we do this stuff. After practice."

Devon just stared at Jason. He wasn't really sure what to say. He knew what Jason was telling him. He'd heard about that kind of stuff on TV. His dad always told him not to let any grown-up touch him like he and Jason had been doing all day.

"He made you?" Devon said.

Jason shook his head. "Just kinda happened."

"How do you just kinda put a dick in your mouth?" Devon asked. He meant it at a joke, but Jason wasn't smiling.

"It wasn't like that. Coach just… I took it in the nuts."

"What?"

"The ball. Bad pass right to my nuts. I wasn't wearing a cup. Went right to the ground. Everybody was laughing. But coach helped me up and took me to his room. He wanted to see what happened. It was kinda weird at first, but I showed him. There was this huge red spot around my junk. Even had the bumps from the ball," Jason laughed. Devon did too.

"Coach rubbed my leg some and then he asked if he could check my junk out to make sure nothing was hurt," Jason continued. "But when he touched it, it was like you and your dad. Got hard right there. He rubbed it until I jizzed to help it go away. We been doing stuff since then."

"And he didn't make you do it?" Devon said. He knew coaches weren't supposed to do stuff like that. But what they'd been doing all day didn't hurt at all. Devon figured as long as coach wasn't making Jason do it there wasn't any big deal. At least if they didn't get caught. If they got caught Devon knew Jason's coach would go to jail.

Jason shook his head again. "He never makes me. Most of the time he doesn't even want to do it. It only hurts when he sticks his dick in me."

Devon's eyebrows shot up.

"It feels good after a while though. That's why I was using my fingers."

"He fucked you?!"

Jason smiled and looked away. Devon could see Jason wasn't really bothered by the thought of it. Then Devon realized what Jason was trying to do.

"You wanna do that to me?!" he said.

"It won't hurt."

Devon scooted up to his butt and sat Indian-style. "No way. No. You're not putting your dick in me."

Jason sat up like Devon. "It won't hurt. You can do me first."

"No. That's gay."

For a moment Devon had to think about that. Everything he'd done already was, well, kind of gay. Touching other boys and putting their dicks in your mouth wasn't stuff guys who liked girls did. But even then, sucking a dick was one thing. Having one in your butt was definitely gay.

"I'm not gay!" Jason said.

"Me neither."

"Then what's wrong? You don't like doing it anymore?"

"I don't wanna do stuff like that."

Jason scooted closer to Devon. "It won't hurt. We're not even that big. It didn't hurt when coach put his finger in me. Just felt weird."

A part of Devon didn't want a dick in his butt, but the rest of him was kind of curious about what it'd feel like. "Like what?" he asked.

Jason paused and tapped his chin with two fingers. "Kinda like taking shit in reverse. That doesn't hurt, does it?"

"I guess not…" Devon said, but he wasn't too sure about that. Sometimes it did hurt when he took a shit.

Jason looked at Devon for a long time. "I promise I won't hurt you, okay?"

Devon nodded.

"I'll go first so I can show you how to do it. Then you can do me. Okay?"

Devon nodded again.

Jason gently pushed Devon's chest to get him to lie down. Devon lay on his back. Jason pushed his legs into the air and eased his knees as far against Devon's shoulders as they could go. Jason massaged Devon's dick until more clear jizz came out. He smeared it on his index finger and smiled.

"It'll just feel funny," he said. Then he eased his finger into Devon's butthole.

Devon's first instinct was to push Jason away, but he didn't. His second was to tighten his butthole as much as he could. He did, but Jason's finger was already inside him. Jason turned it sideways a few times and started to pull it out. But instead of pulling it all the way out, he just got most of it out and pushed it back in slowly.

"Ow," Devon said. It didn't really hurt, but it felt weirder than anything he'd felt before.

"Sorry," Jason said. "You gotta push out like you're gonna take a shit. That way it'll go in easier."

"What if I poop on your finger though?" Devon said.

Jason laughed. "It's just like when you make your dick jump, trick. You do the same thing you do to piss harder, but just making your dick jump don't make you pee. So just push out a little when I push it in. It'll feel better."

Devon wasn't sure how Jason learned that, but he figured Jason wouldn't lie about it, so he tried it. As Jason pushed his finger in again, Devon pushed out like he was trying to take a shit. Luckily he didn't have to because he was scared he might actually do it. He was surprised to find that pushing out did help a lot. Jason's finger slid in a lot easier and Devon was pretty sure that he could feel Jason's knuckles sitting against his butt.

Jason kept it slow at first, but started to go a little faster. It felt weird to Devon, but what was weirder was that his dick was rock hard. Every time Jason pushed his finger inside all the way, Devon felt that tingle he'd get before he'd jizz. Jason twisted his finger in and out, watching Devon's face as the boy saw globs of clear jizz ooze out of his dick. He didn't know he could even make that much clear jizz.

With a smile, Jason leaned down and licked it off. A thin trail of it stuck to his lips as he sat up. Both boys laughed as Jason tried shaking his head to snap it, but it didn't work. Devon reached over and broke it with his finger. He scooped the next glob of clear jizz from his dick and sucked it off.

"Mmm," he said. "It does taste different. I--"

He couldn't even remember what he was going to say. A sudden wave of pleasure ran from inside his butt to his dick. He gasped loudly and watched in surprise as jizz squirted about four inches [10 cm] from his dick and landed on his chin and chest.

"Holy shit!" Jason laughed. "I never seen it do that before!"

All Devon could do was gasp. He licked some of the jizz off his chin. As he pulled his tongue back into his mouth, Jason leaned forward and licked Devon's chin. Their tongues met and, almost as if they had the same idea at once, the boys rolled their tongues together. Jason pulled his finger out of Devon and slid closer.

He eased his tongue into Devon's mouth. Devon was kind of shocked, but he liked the feeling of Jason's lips over his own. As they swirled their tongues, Devon felt something enter his butthole. It was stiff, but not like anything he'd felt before. It hurt a little going in, but once it was inside it felt good and warm.

He felt Jason's balls slap against his butt. Slowly Jason rocked in and out of Devon, kissing him as if he was trying to find the jizz they'd swished around. Devon wrapped his arms around Jason and pulled his legs closer to his shoulders.

Jason bucked faster, kissing and rubbing Devon in a fury. The only sound was the almost silent pit-pat of Jason's hips bumping against Devon. Jason pulled away from the kiss, thrusting his hips. Devon held onto his own feet, his toes curling as Jason's dick poked deeper inside of him. It didn't hurt at all. Jason breathed harder, rubbing the jizz that was on his chest in his skin. He pulled his dick out and stroked it wildly.

Four squirts sailed across Devon's chest and landed near his neck. He scooped some up with his fingers and licked them. Before he could swallow it, Jason leaned down for another kiss. For a second time they swirled the jizz in their mouths, moaning like they were eating the best cake ever.

They kissed for a long time, up until Devon felt the jizz sliding down the side of his neck. Jason caught it with his hand. They licked it a few times, but both agreed that once it was cold it didn't taste that good. So instead they rubbed it into each other's skin before lying down again.

"That…" Devon said, "was awesome!"

"Yeah," Jason said. "You wanna do me?"

Devon smiled. He wanted to, but his dick wasn't listening to him right now. It wouldn't get hard no matter what he wanted.

"I can't get hard again," he said.

"Okay," Jason said. He pulled Devon closer and kissed him again. That was the last thing Devon remembered before sleep took him.

Chapter 6

Devon didn't mind. His arms were still wrapped around Jason from the last night's embrace. He felt a little sticky, especially around his neck. He remembered the jizz and smiled. It had tasted a little like Kool-Aid, but he couldn't taste any specific flavor. It didn't matter though. Last night had been fun.

He pulled his topmost hand, his left hand, from around Jason and slipped it under the covers. His fingers worked their way down to his butt. Using his middle finger, Devon poked at his butthole. He found it was still easy to slip his finger in. He managed to get it all the way to his second knuckle when he noticed Jason staring at him.

"G'mornin," Jason's voice cracked.

"Morning," Devon said. He worked his middle finger in deeper. He wanted to see if he could find whatever had made him jizz. He probed around as Jason squeezed his dick gently.

"You wanna try it now?" Jason asked.

Devon pulled his middle finger free, unable to find what he was looking for. "I'm hungry," he answered. "And sticky."

"Okay."

Devon thought he could hear just a little disappointment in Jason's voice. Truth was Devon wanted to try putting his dick in Jason, but he wanted Jason inside him again more. It felt so good.

Suddenly Jason kissed Devon on the lips. A few days ago Devon might have freaked out about that, or at least pretended to. He actually really liked Jason and had thought about kissing him before. But mostly he had wanted to see Jason's dick. Now that he'd seen it, tasted it and had it inside his butt, Devon was pretty sure that he could try a lot the things with Jason now.

Devon pressed his lips against Jason's harder. When he felt Jason's tongue pecking to get into his mouth, Devon opened wide and let it in. Jason tasted like sweet clear jizz and warm Kool-Aid.

They kissed for a moment and then got out of bed. They didn't bother getting dressed. The boy headed to the bathroom, pushing the door to, but not closed, and showered. Jason used a spare toothbrush because he'd forgotten to bring his own. He told Devon that he'd rushed out the house because his mother had man over again and it was one that Jason couldn't stand.

Devon figured now was as good a time as any to ask Jason something that'd been bothering him since last night. "Those guys ever do this stuff with you?"

"What stuff?" Jason said through a mouthful of toothpaste.

"That stuff," Devon said. "Y'know, kissing and touching dicks and stuff." He kept his voice low just in case his dad might hear. He watched Jason for a long time. He could see his friend's mind churning, could practically hear it. In a way, Devon already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear Jason say it.

"Sometimes," Jason finally said as he spat the toothpaste out. "They don't stay long though." He swished water in his mouth and spit that out.

"They're not supposed t--"

"You promised." Jason stared at Devon. It was the first time that Devon looked into Jason's eyes and saw something was gone. It was like there was a part of him that was closed off and Devon's questions were trying to pull open that door.

"I'm not gonna tell," Devon said more defensively than he meant to.

"You promised."

Devon thought he saw tears forming in Jason's eyes before his friend scooped some water in his hands and washed his face.

He did promise. He promised three times. That was a big thing, a triple promise. Breaking that would mean they wouldn't be friends anymore. He'd never get to do that stuff with Jason anymore. He'd never even get to talk to him or maybe even see him.

But deep down Devon knew what Jason's coach was doing was wrong. It wasn't like with Devon's dad where he was just trying to be nice. The coach probably didn't even like Jason, just like all the men who went to Jason's house. Devon figured Jason knew all this sex stuff because of the men and his coach. Maybe he was only doing that because of them too. Maybe he really didn't like Devon the way Devon liked him.

He glanced up and caught Jason staring at him. He couldn't place the look exactly, but it was somewhere between anger, confusion and sadness. Devon figured all Jason's toughness was just an act. He'd always thought that, but now he was sure of it and now he knew why.

"Do you like me? Jason said. Devon's face flushed with warmth and judging by the quick smile that flickered across Jason's lips his friend had seen him blush.

"Yeah," Devon admitted. "I do. A lot." It felt good saying it. He really did like Jason. He wanted to be with Jason forever. More than just being with him like a friend or even a brother. "Do you like me?"

"I love you," Jason said. That caught Devon totally off guard. "I wish I could live here instead of--"

"Oh."

The boys turned towards the door. Devon's dad stood naked as he had the day before, only this time his naked body carried little dents from the twisted bed sheets.

"I thought you were still asleep," Devon's dad said. He covered his dick, although the boys pretended not to notice.

"Naw," Jason chimed. All the seriousness in his voice had drained away and his usual cocking tenor returned. "We was just washing up. What you getting' all shy for? I already seen everything."

Devon's dad suddenly burst in rolls of laughter. Devon had never seen anybody laugh with their clothes off.

"What?" Jason said.

"Too much to explain. I'll explain it later. 'I've seen everything.' Ha!"

The boys walked away shaking their heads.

After a quick breakfast the boys played some Halo with Devon's dad and then watched him finally beat Lost Planet. It was nowhere near as hot as it had been the day before, but the temperature was still fairly high. The trio sat in their shorts again for most of the day. At lunch Devon's dad decided to get some sun. That left the boys with the house to themselves.

Devon spotted Jason watching his dad sleep outside. His dad wasn't dripping pools of sweat, but Devon was sure he'd heard somewhere that sleeping outside in the sun wasn't a good idea.

"Can't wait to see his tan," Jason said as Devon stood next to him. The boys giggled. "Wish he was my dad…" Jason added.

Devon started to say He could be, but held it back. He'd been thinking about that all day. It was the best way to get Jason away from those men and his coach and the best way for them to be together. He could tell his dad and then his dad could let Jason stay with them.

Jason seemed to have other things on his mind. He proved it by taking Devon's hand and sliding it into his shorts. Devon's finger ran right down the crack of Jason's butt. Instantly his thoughts faded. Jason turned and smiled at Devon.

Devon smiled back. "Let's do it."

The boys headed back to Devon's room. Jason pushed the door to, but he didn't notice that the door wasn't closed.

They stripped off their shorts in a heartbeat and a second later they were stroking each other's dicks. Both were swollen from the previous night's sucking and jerking, but they quickly came to life. Without a sound, Jason knelt and drew a long suck from Devon's dick like he was smoking a cigarette. He bobbed with his chin, flicking his tongue against the bottom of Devon's dick head. Ecstasy, a word Devon had heard many times in commercials, but only now understood, shimmied up his spine and trickled down to his toes. He wiggled them as Jason used his bottom lip to ease Devon's balls into his mouth.

He rolled Devon's dick between his ballsac, slurping loudly and greedily. Devon could feel that familiar tingle ride down his dick. It made his dick jump a few times, threatening to jizz before the real fun had began. Jason pulled away slowly, sucking as hard as he could on Devon's dick until it released from his mouth with a POP.

Devon knelt and guided Jason to his back. Jason pulled on his arm, motioning for Devon to turn around so they could suck each other again. Devon shook his head. If Jason sucked him again Devon knew he would jizz and he wanted to save that for when he finally put his dick in Jason's butt. Instead, he pushed Jason's legs apart, smelling the sweet, musky sweat and dove in.

At first he licked Jason's dick, his tongue dancing around Jason's foreskin before sucking it into his mouth. He let Jason's clear jizz guide the tip of his tongue between the foreskin and into Jason's piss hole. Jason groaned as Devon traced the tip of his tongue around the inside of the hole. Devon could feel the clear jizz seeping up and out. As his worked his tongue in as deep as he as, a strange thought crept into his mind: he wouldn't mind if Jason peed in his mouth. He didn't think he'd like the taste of piss, but he wondered what it'd feel like if it blasted against his tongue.

Devon let his lips fall down Jason's dick until they rested at the base. He cupped his tongue and squeezed it as he bobbed his head. He felt Jason's hand creep into his afro and grip his scalp. Jason pushed Devon's head as far down as it would go, but it seemed like both he and Devon wished it could go deeper. Devon wondered what it'd be like once their dicks got bigger. Jason's might reach to the back of his throat!

"Do it," Jason moaned as he pushed Devon's head away. He lifted his legs and revealed his butthole. It was a strange thing to see, mostly because Devon had never seen a butthole before. He'd only felt his own occasionally and except for earlier had never played with it before. Jason's butthole puckered with each flex of Jason's dick. Clear jizz oozed down Jason's balls and fell into the crevice of his butthole.

Devon rubbed his middle finger against Jason's hole and was surprised by how easily it slipped in. The hole devoured his finger in an instant, all the way to the top knuckle. He pulled it out, half expecting to see poop on his finger, but there wasn't any. He pushed it in again, twisting it like Jason had done to him the night before. Jason let out another moan, his eyes on Devon the whole time.

"Put it in," Jason said, but it sounded more like he begged. Devon wasted no time complying. He pulled Jason closer to his dick, which was now throbbing with excitement, and eased it into Jason's hole.

Devon almost jizzed. He'd never felt anything so warm and tight against his dick before. For a moment he just let it sit inside Jason, enjoying the rub of his hips against his friend's butt. It all seemed perfect and right to Devon, like this was what they were supposed to do.

He leaned forward like Jason had the night before and kissed him. Devon pulled his dick out some and pushed it back in. For a second time he almost jizzed, but he managed not to. Jason's hands caressed Devon's ears as the boy bucked his hips. Devon was new to this, but he kind of remembered what Jason had done to him the night before.

Easing up onto his palms, Devon braced himself on his knees and thrust his hips forward as hard as he could. Jason rocked forward, but kept his grip on the back of Devon's neck. He smiled.

"Do it again," Jason said. "Faster."

Devon cocked a grin. He churned his hips, his lower back and butt rolling like waves. The soft slap of skin-on-sweaty skin echoed, but neither boy paid it any attention. Devon twisted his hips, letting his dick bound into Jason like he was trying to literally screw it in. He fought back a giggle as he realized that's probably where the phrase screwed came from.

His balls pit-patted against Jason's butt. Jason's dick twitched back and forward, flicking thin streams of clear jizz onto Devon's chest and his own. Devon let up one leg and was surprised by how much deeper it allowed him to go inside Jason. He dug in further, switching from the long pumps to shorter ones. There wasn't much space between Jason's hole and Devon's pelvis. It was like they were stuck together.

Devon leaned forward, letting all his weight fall on Jason's chest. He wanted to taste Jason's tongue again and his friend obliged. Their arms tangled around each others' bodied. Their tongues wrestled between their sealed lips. Devon's dick searched for new ways to delve deeper into Jason's butt.

They came at the same time, a blast of jizz and moaning and pure ecstasy that both boys were sure you'd have to eat tons of candy and maybe even get high and might never feel anything as good as this.

They laid there for a moment. Had either of them opened their eyes they would have noticed Devon's dad standing at the door, peeking through the small opening with a solemn smile on his face.

After what felt like an hour, they finally sat up. They giggled at the slight mess they'd made. Devon's jizz had oozed out of Jason's butt. It only took some water and a washcloth to wipe it up, but they both found it hilarious, only Jason didn't seem too surprised by it.

They sat in silence just looking at each other and holding hands. Devon thought it was a weird thing for boys to do, and then he thought about what they'd just done. His head started to whirl around in confusion because he was pretty sure he wasn't gay, especially since he actually liked girls with big tits. But he definitely liked Jason. Really, it was more than that.

"I love you," he blurted out, instantly wishing he hadn't said that. It sounded so stupid and silly and even though Jason had said it before, this was different. Devon really meant it, even though he couldn't explain what he meant by it. He just knew that he wanted to be with Jason forever and that feeling wasn't ever going to go away.

He expected Jason to laugh at him or call his trick or bitch. "I love you," Jason said. He looked Devon in the eyes when he said it and this time Devon was sure he saw tears in his eyes. He started not to ask, but he couldn't help himself.

"I say something wrong?" he asked. Jason pulled his hand away and turned, but Devon saw the tears fall before Jason wiped them.

"Naw, trick," Jason said, his voice breaking even as he tried to sound tough. "It's just… Um… It's uh…" He looked at Devon again and this time didn't wipe away the tears. "Nobody's ever said that to me. Ever. Not the right way. Not even my mom."

What d'you mean the right way, Devon thought, but it dawned on him a second later. Those men probably said it to Jason a lot. His coach probably did to. But they didn't really mean it. They loved Jason the way Devon and Jason loved playing Xbox. They liked it and thought that they couldn't live without it. But if somebody took it away or destroyed it they'd be fine. They'd miss it the way Devon's dad missed the peanut butter Snickers bar he talked about sometimes. They loved Jason, but they didn't love him.

Devon did, and probably Devon's dad, too.

Jason wiped his face again and sighed. "I… I don't like goin' there. That's why I play ball. But even he… I guess he knew what I was."

Devon's eyebrows scrunched.

"A sissy bitch," Jason said, his face completely serious. "That's what Mom's friends call me. Guess coach could tell. He knew I wouldn't say no. Cuz that's all I am…"

"If you're one," Devon said, "I'm one."

"Shut up. You don't know what you're talkin' about."

"I wanted to do all that stuff too, so if you're a sissy bitch, I'm one too!"

"Just shut up!" Jason snapped. "You don't know nothin'!"

"It's not your fault," Devon said. It was another thing he instantly regretted saying, mostly because he didn't see Jason swing, but he felt it and the carpeted floor when his head met it.

Devon wiped his nose, the coppery smell blood making him gag. As he sat up he saw Jason's chest heaving, his hands trembling in anger, but his face in complete agony.

Devon knew he should keep his mouth shut, but he didn't. "It's still not your fault."

Jason slugged him again, this time in the chest. "Shut up! Just shut up!"

Tears streamed down Devon's face, but not because this was his first fight or because his best friend who said he loved him now seemed to hate him. He cried because he could feel, practically taste the hurt inside Jason.

"No," Devon coughed. Jason punched hard, that was for sure. "It's not your fah--"

Devon hadn't even gotten the words out of his mouth when Jason jumped on him and pounded him like his fists were tenderizers and Devon was the meat. He heard a string of things come out of Jason's mouth, but he couldn't catch anything.

Suddenly something strong tore Jason from Devon. There was a moment where Jason hung in the air swinging wildly, his naked body flushed with red, his dick surprisingly hard.

"What the hell is going on?!" Devon's dad said. Jason started to swing at Devon's dad, but his sense came back to him. Just as suddenly as he had leapt onto Devon, he leapt onto Devon's dad and broke down.

Devon's dad eased the boy to the floor and motioned for Devon to come closer. Devon could feel his face swelling where Jason had clipped him a few times, but he quickly realized that most of the hits had missed him. He could tell that by the rug burns on Jason's knuckles.

His dad gave Devon a once over that told the boy that he'd have to explain why he was butt naked, but that would wait. He shushed Jason, trying to get the boy to calm down.

"What happened?" he asked. Devon couldn't tell who he was talking to. He could only tell that if his dad was angry, it wasn't anywhere in his voice.

"I…" Devon muttered. He cleared his throat, swallowing what he hoped was just phlegm. "I told Jay I love him. I still do," he added, just to make sure Jason knew it.

His dad looked at him, his eyes trailing over his son's body. Devon saw the moment of realization, the moment when his dad caught why they were naked (even though he already knew).

"Don't lie to me," Devon's dad said. There was no anger there, only concern.

Devon thought for a moment, but only for a moment. He loved Jason more than anyone, even more than his dad. If there was anything that'd make Jason hate him, it'd be breaking a triple promise. But he loved Jason more than any stupid promise.

"They're hurtin' him," Devon said softly, covering his dick as he said it. His dad squeezed Jason tighter, the sobs pouring out of Jason as quickly as the punches he'd thrown moments before.

Jason dressed in the bathroom. It surprised Devon how quickly the police arrived when Devon's dad called them. He supposed that they didn't know that the people they rushed to save were black. The police talked to Jason and Devon for a long time. Devon's dad insisted on being there and refused to let the police talk to either boy alone. Devon never mentioned anything about what he and Jason had done together. When the time came for them to leave, Devon's dad called his lawyer friend and wouldn't let the police take Jason anywhere until he was absolutely sure that Jason wouldn't be taken home to his mother and that he would be allowed to call Devon's dad if he needed anything.

Jason waved goodbye to Devon, but he didn't speak. He didn't even look back. Devon was sure Jason hated him.

That night, after explaining to his dad what he and Jason had done – minus a few things that were just too embarrassing – Devon cried himself to sleep. He slept in his dad's bed that night and the next night.

When school started Jason was nowhere to be found. No one had heard from him, but there were tons of rumors. Most of them were wild and made Devon laugh out loud, especially the ones about Jason becoming the leader of a street gang and their chief assassin. No one seemed to connect the quiet suspension and then firing of Coach Harrison to Jason's disappearance.

After a week had passed and Devon heard nothing, he asked his dad about it.

"They won't tell me anything," his dad said. "I'm not family, not really, so they don't have to."

"Why can't he stay here?" Devon asked.

"I don't know."

They were silent as they ate their dinner, hamburgers like before. "Dad," Devon said. His dad looked up. "Am I gay? Because I did that stuff with Jason? Does that mean I'm gay?"

His dad chewed his food longer than Devon thought he needed to and then chugged down his Coke. "Does it matter?"

Annoyance crept onto Devon's face. "What?"

"Does it matter to you what anyone thinks about it?"

"Not really."

"Then don't worry about it," his dad said.

"But am I gay?!" Devon slapped his hands on the table. The dishes rattled. Some of his untouched Coke splashed out of the glass.

Devon's dad stood up and sat closer to his son. "All that matters is whether you love him, okay? You don't have to label it. If you love Jason and only Jason, then that's just one boy, not all of them."

"So you're saying I'm gay for Jason?"

Devon's dad laughed. He tried to fight it back and hide it with his hand, but he laughed all the same. Devon did too.

"If you want to call it that, that's fine with me," his dad laughed. He cleared his throat and took a more serious tone. "I'm only saying that you don't have to be anything. You are who you are and you love who you love."

Devon knew it wasn't that simple. He knew things weren't like that. He either was gay or he wasn't or he was somewhere in between, which made it very weird. The point was he was something. But at least his dad was trying. "Okay…" Devon said.

His dad sighed. "Now about this sex stuff…"

Devon's dad had 'The Talk' with Devon about having sex. He didn't say that Devon couldn't do it, only that he didn't have to do it all at once. Devon's dad made a point to always mention that no adults should ever touch Devon without his permission and that if he ever felt like he was forced or pressured or even talked into sex then it was wrong. Devon wondered just what had been done to Jason. He didn't know if he'd ever see him again, but he hoped that nobody forced him to do it. But, as he thought about it, maybe the other way was worse. Maybe being tricked by someone who said they loved you but really didn't was the worst thing that could happen. Maybe because then you'd think there was something wrong with you, like Jason did.

Weeks flew by and it was hard for Devon to even remember the boiling heat of that one summer day. The chill of winter had even managed to dull his thoughts about Jason. He asked his dad about Jason from time to time, but his dad never had anything to say, so eventually Devon stopped asking. He wondered where his friend was and if he was okay. He'd heard from another kid that Jason's mother had moved, but apparently Jason wasn't with her. When he asked his dad about it, his dad said she was surrounded by a bunch of pretty bars. Even a kid like Devon knew what that meant.

All the same, he missed Jason.

It was the longest day of Devon's life. School dragged on most of the day. He could have sworn that the clocks in the school had jumped back several hours. Either that or he was caught in some kind of temporal flux like on the Star Trek TV shows his dad used to watch. By the time Devon got out of school it felt like it was eleven o' clock at night.

Walking home was another chore. It had snowed during school hours and with everybody at work, there wasn't anyone to plow the sidewalk. Devon had to stomp his way home through seven inches [18 cm] of powder. When he got to his front door, he almost broke his neck when he mistook a mound of snow for a stair. Only the handrail saved him. He entered the house with a sigh.

"Worst. Day. Ever," he said as he stripped off his winter clothes and let them hang by the front door. Even though he knew he'd get yelled at later, he took off his school uniform, toss it on the floor and plopped down on the couch in his underwear. He was worn out the way his dad would be worn out from a long day at work. Devon didn't know how grown-ups could put up with it. He felt like he was going to burst and wanted to punch something, anything, just to make the feeling go away.

He heard the door open. His dad coughed and grumbled about snow. "Dee," he called.

"I know," Devon groaned. He was still tired and didn't feel like picking anything up.

"Dee."

"I know!" Devon said, a little angrier than he meant to, but he hoped his dad would just lay off.

"Dee," his father sang in that typical parental way.

"I KNOW!" Devon shouted, jerking up, feeling all his anger flood to his face and his fists. God help his dad if he was anywhere near him because Devon planned to swi--

"Sup, trick," Jason said. He stood there grinning from ear to ear. With his coat on Jason looked like a three-year-old, especially with his feet barely poking from beneath his snow drenched pants. "Couldn't wait to see me, huh?" he said, pointing to Devon's underwear.

Suddenly Devon's arms were around Jason's throat, squeezing off Jason's air as he choked on his words. Devon hugged him as tightly as he could just to make sure Jason was really there.

"Sorry I lied," Devon's dad said. "I didn't want to get your hopes up. It took a lot for the social workers to let me get temporary custody."

Devon heard his dad, but he wasn't listening. He couldn't stop his chest from heaving or the tears from falling.

"If everything goes well," his dad continued, "and the social workers don't burn out on us, Jason can stay here."

Devon did listen to that. He hugged Jason tighter to prove it.

"I love you," Devon cried.

His grip finally loosened enough for Jason to hug Devon. He could barely get his arms around Devon with the coat on, but that didn't stop him from squeezing just as tightly or crying just as hard. "Only first times count, trick," Jason joked through tears.

The End